Tiara

You woke up to the ungodly, shrill sound of your alarm. You groaned, arm flailing to turn it off. You failed miserably, the alarm clock falling off your bedside table and rolled pathetically on the carpet, just out of arm’s reach.

With a frustrated groan, you got up and picked up the alarm. You were still tired, but there was no way you’d be able to go back to sleep. Accepting your fate, you walked down the stairs to see Billie eating breakfast.

“Morning,” she said, looking up from her phone. “Sleep well?”

“Fuck no.” You mumbled, voice groggy from sleep. “Couldn’t sleep last night and probably only got like 4 hours, tops.”

“Skill issue.”

You rolled your eyes at her, already a little pissed. You didn’t think much about it and sat down at the table, taking a sip of the coffee Billie had brewed.

“Hey, don’t you have an interview today?” You suddenly remembered.

“Mhm. Not far, like, about an hour drive. It’s after lunch, so I’ll probably be back before dinner.” Billie replied, mouth full of scrambled eggs.

You hummed in response, and there was a moment of silence before Billie started talking about other things.

You were cooking lunch- burritos, her favourite, when Billie rushed down from your shared bedroom.

“Gotta go.” She said, grabbing her bag.

“But your lunch-“

Billie swiped a bit of your homemade salsa. “Thank you bye love you!” The door closed behind her, leaving you with two servings of burritos. You had made them especially for Billie, wanting to ensure that she wouldn’t go hungry.

Sighing, you put her serving on a plate and covered it with plastic wrap before putting it in the fridge.

You went to your private basketball court, practicing and having Billie’s interview on for background noise. But then, something caught your attention.

“So Billie, anyone that knows you knows that you are, um, bisexual. Since it’s pride month, our audience want to know what your type is.” The interviewer said.

Billie smirked, biting her cheek. “Mmm… I’ll have to say… feminine girls.”

You froze mid-shot, air balling. The basketball rolled farther away from you, but that was the least of your concerns.

“Oh, I mean, that’s what we all expected.” The interviewer laughed. “A girl like you wouldn’t like masculine girls.”

Billie hummed, and laughed too.

You couldn’t keep listening. You slammed your MacBook shut, and continued practicing. But your mind was somewhere else. You kept air balling, bricking shots, and the ball would slip from your hands.

Eventually, you gave up, sitting next to your ball and going on Twitter, but everyone was talking about the interview.

@billieswifey: GUYS??? BILLIE SAID SHE LIKES FEMMES LET’S FUCKING GO????

@billieeilishupdates: Billie Eillish confirmed to be attracted to more feminine girls!

@billieholic: guys im abt to cryyy Billie is attracted to us 🥹🥹🥹

Every social media platform you went on, there it was, someone talking about Billie’s moment from the interview. It was following you everywhere.

“Fuck.” You muttered to yourself, resisting the urge to throw your phone across the court. Your eyes stung, but you blinked back your tears and wiped your face with your jersey. You continued practicing, absent-minded. You had no idea how to confront Billie when she got home.

You checked the time, and it was about time to go back.

You got home and showered, letting the water cascade down your back and soothing the tension in your shoulders. You stood under the spray for at least fifteen minutes, just thinking, before actually starting to shower.

After drying off your body, you changed into your pyjamas and dried your hair.

Checking your phone, you saw that Billie had messaged you not long ago.

Billiiii 💙: heyy b back soon babyy 5:47 PM

It was about time to go make dinner anyway.

You put your hair up in a ponytail, making yet another serving of burrito. Waiting for the cheese to melt, you heated up the burrito Billie hadn’t eaten earlier.

You heard the front door open and Billie walked in. “Hey baby,” she hugged you. You hugged her back, but it just didn’t feel right.

“Hey.” You replied. “How was the interview?”

“Tiring. It took like a hundred different takes. The poor girl couldn’t stop laughing.”

You hummed in response.

“I made you burritos for dinner.”

“I kinda ate them for lunch already.”

“Oh-“

“It’s fine, I’ll take it.”

Billie kissed you on your cheek before going upstairs to change.

Your heart felt heavy, eye stinging again. You let the tears roll silently down your face, leaning against the fridge for support. You wiped your tears with your sleeve, seeing your reflection in the microwave. You look fine. Eyes a little red, but not that obvious.

Taking a deep breath, you brought out your plates onto the diner table. At the same time, Billie finished getting changed, kissing you on the cheek again before sitting down to eat.

“This looks amazing baby,” she took a bite out of the burrito. “It tastes amazing too.”

“Of course it does, I made it.” You replied, a feeble attempt at being your usual sarcastic self.

You didn’t say anything for the rest of the dinner, nodding or shaking your head at everything Billie said.

Finally finishing you food, Billie went upstairs to shower as well. You got comfortable in your bed, doomscrolling on TikTok while you waited for her.

She walked back out twenty minutes later, in a hoodie and shorts. She got into bed with you, wrapping her arms around your waist. “I missed you.” You put down your phone. “I… missed you too.”

Billie kissed your forehead, pulling you closer to her. “Hey, are you okay? You’ve been kinda distant today.”

“Nah, you’re imagining things.” You mumbled.

“No, I know I’m not. You’re not like this usually. What happened?”

“Nothing Billie, drop it.”

“I can’t. I can’t just sleep knowing that you’re hurting while I’m there doing nothing.” Billie pulled away from you, sitting up. “Just tell me.”

“I just…” You hesitated, also sitting up. “You remember your interview? You said that your type was feminine girls. And well… I’m not exactly feminine.”

Billie burst out laughing. “That’s what you’re sad about?? That’s it? You know that I only said that for the media.”

“No but… It just didn’t sit right with me. I know it’s childish, but I just-“

Billie kissed you, cutting you off mid-sentence. “Idiot, I once changed my tour locations just so you could go try that cookie in New York. I fucking love you.”

“I’m sorry Billie.”

“No baby, you don’t get to apologise. I only have eyes for you. You’re my everything, I swear.”

“Billie Eilish, you have no idea how much I love you right now.”

She tugged off her hoodie, pulling it over your shoulders and kissed the corner of your lips. “I love you too baby.”

“i know, i know. i’m just worrying like all moms do,” she said with a watery smile and pulled you into a hug.

“i know you are,” you replied with a smile, hugging her extra tight. “text me when you get back to your hotel, and i’ll let you know if i need anything, kay?”

with another hug and some tears wiped away, your mom left with a watery smile and a wave to billie. you closed the door behind her and sighed a happy sigh. you smiled as you leaned against the now closed door, watching billie.

“how ya doing over there tiger?” you teased, pushing off the metal door.

“i’m doing just fine thank you very much- oops,” you snorted as she watched a screw roll halfway across the floor. you stopped it with your hand and passed it off to billie as you sat next to her.

wordlessly, she pushed the instruction packet towards you, letting you see the next step. it took a few more minutes, but together you got it put together and up on its feet. it even passed the cuddle flop test, which consisted of you simply flopping onto it and praying it didn’t snap in two.

“sooooo,” billie started. she bent one leg underneath herself as she sat down next to you, resting her head on her hand. “how ya feeling?” she squeezed your knee.

“i’m so happy bils,” you squeaked. the look on your face was pure joy, just radiating happiness from within.

“yeah?” she smiled with you as your joy became infectious.

“yeah,” you whispered. “and i know we had talked about maybe just moving in together when i moved out of my parents place. but i just feel like i needed a space of my own that wasn’t attached to anyone for a second… does that make sense?”

“totally! you’ve only ever lived in your parents house, or shared rooms with college roommates. now this can be all yours,” she shook your shoulder in excitement. “i’m really proud of you, you know that right?”

“really?” you asked sweetly, with wide eyes.

“yeah baby,” she chuckled softly. “i remember when we met last summer, thinking how fucking sick it was that you were still at home and just hustling saving money, and interviewing for all kinds of jobs, and going on all these trips. all to build your own life from the bottom up. that’s so fucking cool.” she was a little bit in awe as she recalled the memory.

“thank you for saying that,” you said back.

billie took your hand in hers and kissed your knuckles a few times, softly like a little butterfly, without breaking the sweet eye contact you were sharing.

“ok so,” she started. “how about we order takeout, and eat on the floor straight out of the container, and then we can cuddle all night in bed before the rest of moving chaos tomorrow starts??”

“i knew i kept you around for a reason,” you teased.

billie just rolled her eyes, but smiled, as she got up to grab her phone.

true to her word, you both ate straight from the thin paper containers, sharing the two pairs of chopsticks, and three napkins the restaurant provided.

“i got you something,” billie said with a teasing smile.

“billie! i told you no,” you started to scold her but the look on her face told you to stop. she leaned over and reached behind the couch pulling out two wrapped boxes.

you sighed in mock protest, but took the boxes anyway. you undid the ribbon and opened the lid to the first one, revealing y/f/c napkins, all folded nearly. [your/favorite/color]

“this one is also sorta from mom. i know you wanted to be more sustainable on your own, so we figured these would go with your stuff.”

“oh my gosh bils!!!” you fawned over them for a moment. “thank you honey. and tell your mom thank you as well, for me. these are so sweet!”

carefully you folded them back into their box and set it aside. as you undid the second ribbon, billie suddenly got shy. she smiled as you unraveled the ribbon, with a small smile that said nothing more than “please tell me you’ll like it?!?!”

you lifted the lid with a goofy flourish and peeked inside. laying on some tissue, was a simple framed photo of you and billie. the first photo you ever took together actually. taken about four months ago, at a queer bar your friends from college loved. you and billie were close together with billie slightly behind you. you smiled big and bright, and billie had her eyes closed and blew a kiss to the camera. she had her arms wrapped around your sternum and you held onto her wrists. it was so clear how happy you two were even still barely knowing each other at the time.

“i figured you could put it on your nightstand,” billie stated, quietly. she was interrupted by your excited gasp.

“i’ve always wanted a framed couple photo on my nightstand!!” your excitement wore off on her again, and she chuckled at your giddiness.

“i know,” she smiled and wiggled her eyebrows. “you might’ve mentioned it once.”

“shut the fuck up no i didn’t!” you covered your mouth, a little embarrassed. “when???”

“after we went out with your friends on valentine’s day and you stayed over. you were a little drunk and you pouted at the empty nightstand on your side of my bed.” she explained, a little amused at your bashfulness.

“oh my god billieeeeee!!!” you whined, folding over into her lap and groaning. billie just scratched your scalp affectionately and laughed.

“it’s okayyyy. i think it’s sweet,” she comforted.

“really?” your words were muffled by her sweatpants.

“really, babygirl. now look at me so i can give your cute face a kiss.”

you leaned back up, looking at her all bashful again. billie rolled her eyes and smiled as she cupped your cheeks and kissed you.

she kissed you. in your living room. that you own.. sort of. in your apartment. with a framed photo of the two of you in your lap. and your friends just down the block.

you could cry.

“i really am so proud of you, love,” she said softly, while still cradling your cheeks.

“thank you baby,” you replied equally as soft.

“let’s go christen your new bedroom with some snuggling, yeah?”

you giggled and nodded, as she helped you up to clean away the takeout containers. she helped organize them in your fridge just to your liking, and shut off the lights as you moved down the hall.

you walked ahead so she couldn’t see your giddy smile as you flicked on your bedroom light, and placed the photo on your nightstand.

“perfect, everything’s… perfect.”

your whole life was about to change… how perfect.

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you’ve done nothing but cry today.

it feels pathetic, almost. the way the tears just keep coming no matter how many times you wipe them away. every little thing you’ve managed to shove down for weeks finally crashed into you all at once, leaving you buried beneath the weight of it.

your family has been stressing you out. school feels suffocating. work feels endless. every responsibility seems to be pressing down on your chest until breathing feels like a chore.

and then there was last night.

the conversation with billie wasn’t a fight. neither of you raised your voices. neither of you said anything cruel. but it was heavy. the kind of conversation that lingers long after it’s over.

the kind that leaves you staring at your ceiling at three in the morning, replaying every word and wondering what she didn’t say. wondering if she’s still upset with you. maybe she was trying to spare your feelings, or she’s been angry this whole time and simply chose not to tell you. then you double back and know she wouldn’t do anything like that to you. but would she?

the endless cycle of thoughts have been eating at you ever since. curled beneath a blanket on your couch, you stare blankly at the television across the room. some show is playing, voices rising and falling through the speakers, but the words sound like complete nonsense. you couldn’t tell anyone what was on if they asked. your eyes have been too swollen and blurry to focus on the screen anyway.

you haven’t eaten much today. every time you think about food, your stomach twists. everything hurts. you’re exhausted. physically, mentally, emotionally. most of all, you just want your girlfriend.

she’s probably worried by now. the thought only makes your chest ache harder. you never answered her text this morning.

bil 🤍: good morning babygirl.

9:33 am

you saw the notification when it popped up. you never opened it. never clicked on it. never responded.

your phone has been face down on the coffee table for hours because every time you considered picking it up, another wave of anxiety crashed over you.

what if she’s upset? what if she doesn’t want to deal with you right now? what if you’re just making things worse?

at some point, you stopped trying to make yourself feel better. you tried earlier. you really did. you tried putting on a comfort show. you tried making tea. you even stood in the kitchen for nearly five minutes staring into the refrigerator, thinking maybe if you forced yourself to eat something you’d feel less awful.

instead, you’d ended up back on the couch. crying. again. the worst part wasn’t even the sadness anymore. it was the loneliness. because all day, every time something hurt, your first instinct had been to text billie. every time. when your mom stressed you out. when work sent another email. when your thoughts started spiraling.

every single time your hand reached for your phone before stopping halfway. you wanted her. you wanted to hear her tell you everything was okay. wanted to hear her call you baby. wanted her to tell you that you weren’t annoying. that she wasn’t upset. that she still loved you exactly the same as she did yesterday.

but your anxiety twisted everything. the questions in your head chased each other around your head until they stopped sounding like questions and started sounding like facts. you had somehow convinced yourself that billie was tired of dealing with you.

which was ridiculous, and you knew it was. billie had spent years proving otherwise. and yet anxiety never cared about evidence. it only cared about fear.

so you stayed curled beneath your blanket while hours slipped by. and the entire time, a small part of you wished she’d somehow know you needed her anyway.

eventually, the silence becomes unbearable. with trembling fingers, you reach for your phone. the screen lights up immediately. missed calls. multiple missed calls. all from billie.

your throat tightens. you open her message, reading the words you’d spent all day avoiding. you know on her phone, the little “read 11:57 am” notification appears beneath it.

you don’t type anything back. you can’t. your mind immediately convinces you that you’re bothering her. she’s busy. you’re being dramatic. she probably has better things to do than deal with you falling apart. you set the phone back down. maybe sleep will help. maybe if you close your eyes long enough, you’ll wake up feeling less awful.

the last thing you remember is pulling the blanket tighter around yourself before exhaustion drags you under. you don’t know how long you’ve been asleep when a knock at the door pulls you awake. it’s soft. gentle. followed by a familiar voice.

“mama? you there?”

your heart nearly stops. another knock. you should get up. you know you should. but your body feels impossibly heavy, and fresh tears are already burning behind your eyes.

so you stay where you are. a few seconds later, there’s the pressing of buttons and the quiet electronic click of your smart lock disengaging. the front door opens. “baby?” billie’s voice echoes through the house. “where are you?”

you slowly push yourself upright, head peaking over the couch. the movement alone feels exhausting. by the time she rounds the corner into the living room, you’re crying again. silent tears slide down your face. your throat is too tight to speak. all you manage is a shaky sniffle.

billie’s expression immediately crumples. “oh, baby.”

she’s carrying flowers. your favorite flowers. and a small gift bag. unbeknownst to you, your favorite sweet treat is waiting inside. the sight of them completely breaks whatever composure you had left. another sob escapes you. because of course she brought you flowers. of course she came looking for you.

without hesitation, she sets everything down on the kitchen counter before hurrying back toward you. the couch dips beneath her weight as she kneels beside you. one hand settles carefully on your knee. warm. steady. safe. “hey,” she says softly. “talk to me. what can i do?”

you can’t answer. you just shake your head. more tears spill down your cheeks. finally, you lift your arms toward her. that’s all you have the energy for. billie doesn’t hesitate. she climbs onto the couch beside you and immediately wraps herself around you. one arm curls around your shoulders while the other rubs slow circles up and down your back. you bury your face against her neck and cry. really cry. the kind of crying that makes your chest hurt when you’ve been holding it in all day.

“i got you, baby,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss against your hair. her hand continues moving along your back. slow. gentle. patient. “i got you.” another kiss lands against your temple. “shhhh.” she pulls you closer. “shhhh.”

her voice is barely above a whisper. the same tone she’d use if she were soothing something fragile and precious. and right now, she was. “i’m here.” a kiss against your forehead. “i’m here.” another against your hairline. “you’re safe.” you feel her hold you tighter.

not enough to hurt. just enough to make sure you know she isn’t going anywhere. and for the first time all day, the weight on your chest eases ever so slightly.

because billie’s here.

You had taken three painstaking hours getting ready. Showering, shaving, doing your hair, makeup, your mom zipping up your dress. A long, flowy blue dress that went with the theme of the night. Midnight sky.

You had your hair in a half up, half down, curled and set with hairspray. Your expensive perfume sprayed all over, making you smell like the equivalent of a flower garden.

Billie was standing in the living room, the bouquet she got you and the corsage in her hands. Her hair hung loosely, straightened—forcefully by Maggie—and a nice, smooth suit on. Her tie matching your dress perfectly.

You carefully walked down the steps in your heels, laughing as your mom helped you down. You held onto her hand, before finally stepping down to the bottom floor. Your eyes instantly found Billie’s, and you saw the light flash in them.

She felt like she was looking at the sun. You were absolutely breathtaking, because you certainly took hers. She swallowed thickly, nervous like it was your first date all over again. She slowly stepped closer, her voice quiet.

“Baby… Jesus, look at you… like a real dream.”

She was completely breathless. You took her breath away in one quick swoop. She took your hand in her free one, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

You couldn’t help but giggle, shrugging your shoulders up at the compliment.

“I have the effect on people.”

You said smugly, making her roll her eyes. She handed you your bouquet, which you took gratefully. You held out your hand for her, and watched her carefully slip the corsage onto your wrist. She adjusted it, before kissing your knuckles once more.

“Now… I believe you have something for me as well?”

She asked, like this wasn’t tradition. You rolled your eyes, before pulling out your boutonniere that you picked out. You carefully clipped it to her vest, before smoothing it out.

“There. Now we match.”

You said, a wide smile on your lips.

And then—pictures. Your mom dragged you outside to the porch, taking out her old camera to snap pictures of you and Billie. You complained multiple times, desperately just wanting to get into the limo and to the venue where prom was being held.

You only heard Billie chuckle, but when you turned to look at her with a hard look, she instantly smothered it.

It took twenty minutes to pry your mom away, before slipping into the limo. You let out a small sigh in relief, practically collapsing against the limo. You leaned against Billie, taking her hand in yours.

“Hey, don’t get all sleepy now. We still have a full two hours.”

Billie teased softly, gently tilting your head up. She placed a soft kiss on your lips, stealing some of the lip gloss that covered your lips.

“Maybe I wouldn’t if my mom wasn’t insistent on getting ten thousand pictures before prom even started.”

You grumbled, but kissed her back. Softly.

When the limo pulled up to the venue, all your friends were there. Their boyfriends were fixing their boutonnières, while all your friends were huddled for pictures. And before you knew it—you slipped away with your friends, squealing and hugging each other, while Billie went up to all her friends from the football team.

These were the pictures you didn’t mind. They were with your friends—the people you loved and cherished. And half because the poses weren’t insanely awkward.

But eventually, you all made it into the venue, and found a table that fit all of your friends and their boyfriends, and Billie. Claiming it with your purses, before rushing off to the dance floor and all dancing together. Lights flashing, music beating into the wall.

You found Billie standing off to the side a half an hour later, a plastic cup in her hand. You came up behind her, giggling as you wrapped your arms around her waist.

“Jesus—“ she screamed, but it was barely audible over the blasting music. She turned to look at you, eyes wide and hand clutching her chest. “God, baby, I thought I was going to have to sucker punch a bitch.”

You only giggled, looking up at her with soft, loving eyes.

“C’mon, you’re not standing around all night.”

“Baby, you know I’m a horrible dancer.” She retaliated, already trying to pull away.

“No, you’re not.” You pulled her over to the dance floor.

“Yes, I am, baby. You saw last year, I’m a horrible worm dancer.” She stumbled after you.

“Well, good thing you don’t have to do the worm.” You said, plucking the drink from her hand and tossing it into the nearby trash can.

“I was drinking that—“

“And now you’re not. You’re dancing.”

You pulled her into the large crowd, hidden between bodies that didn’t care about your presence, and you held onto her hands tightly.

“Just be here with me. Please, Billie.” You asked, and used those pleading puppy eyes you always used when you wanted something to go your way.

Billie broke instantly. She was an easy woman with you. She sighed, before she began to dance with you. Awkwardly, at first, before she loosened up, laughing as you both danced with each other.

It was like that for a while, dancing and screaming the lyrics of the songs playing. Sometimes stopping to grab a bottle of water, before immediately running back to your place on the dance floor.

It wasn’t until the hour and a half mark when the speakers cut. You and Billie were confused, until—

“We’re so grateful you are all here tonight, Seniors! But before anyone goes home, we’d like to announce the prom King and Queen of the night!”

Your heart raced. You and Billie had both submitted for Queen—you—and King—Billie. You both had only done it for fun, and didn’t expect anything from it. But it still made your heart race.

You grabbed onto Billie’s hand, but didn’t look over at her. You were both silently hoping for the title, but weren’t exactly expecting it. It was just a title, but it was Senior year. It would be amazing to see you guys up on the stage, but you didn’t let your hopes up.

“Alright! For our prom King, we have…” The tension was high as the principal pulled open an envelope, and you saw her eyes widening for a moment.

“Well, this is new. Our prom King of this year’s Seniors is Billie O’Connell!”

You froze. There was no way this was real. You looked over to Billie, and instantly jumped.

“You got prom King! You got it, baby!” You squealed, hugging Billie tightly. Billie only chuckled, before slowly pressing a kiss to your forehead, and making her way onto the stage.

The workers helped put on the plastic crown and the sash, which spelled ‘Prom King’ in the school colors. You smiled up at her from the dance floor, clapping as everyone else did.

“Alright! And now, for this year’s Prom Queen!” The principal announced, grabbing the separate envelope and slowly opening it. The tension was high, girls whispering around, quietly saying it would be them.

But then—your name. You were called from the microphone. You froze—you got Prom Queen. You and Billie both got Prom King and Queen. You stood there in shock for a moment, before one of your friends pushed you, making you snap out of your daze.

You quickly made your way up to the stage, and you were smiling like an idiot. The employees placed the tiara on top of your head, and the sash across your chest. You beamed up at Billie, giggling like you were little freshmen again.

“Well, don’t you look dazzling in a tiara.”

Billie said, walking over to you and gently pulling you against her chest. She gently brushed a stray curl away from your face, humming softly.

“Well, you look amazing in a crown.”

You said, a smile on your lips. You heard the principal calling your names, making you turn. You both smiled for the photo, before quickly turning back to each other.

It wasn’t planned. It was a surprise to both of you, and it was nice. It was nice and felt amazing to have the tiara lying across your head, and see the frown perched on Billie’s.

You were both guided down to the dance floor together, and a slow dance song came on. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes—a slow dance was not in Billie’s specialties. Tackling, running, yes. Dancing? Not so much.

Billie grumbled, but slipped an arm around your waist. She pulled you against her, and holding your other hand out into the air. She pulled your faces close, and slowly began to sway with you.

“Damn, baby, when did you learn to dance?”

You giggled, one arm around her neck as she slowly guided the dance.

“Videos. Ever since you submitted us for King and Queen. Just in case.”

She said softly, looking down at you with a small smile. It wasn’t a huge grand gesture, but it was something that made you feel important. Something that instantly struck your heart. You smiled, before leaning your head on her chest.

It was dark by the time you pulled up to the diner. It was empty as you entered, tiara tilted slightly, giggles ringing out between you and Billie. Your dress was wrinkled, but you didn’t care.

You munched down on your food, absolutely starving. You refused to eat since breakfast, wanting to make sure you still fit into the dress. And now, you were chowing down, moaning at each delicious bite.

“Jesus, baby, it’s all yours. You can calm down.”

Billie laughed, handing you a couple of napkins.

You wiped at your face, taking some makeup with it. You barely cared anymore. You were just happy to have food in your stomach again. You let out a sigh, leaning back and patting your now full stomach.

“That… was delicious. I need to come here more. Maybe this can be our next date—“

Your words were cut off with a loud burp, making yours and Billie’s eyes widen. You both stared at each other for a moment, before promptly bursting into laughter.

“Yeah, we should come here for our next date—“

Billie mocked, fauxing her own burp. You both bursted into even more laughter, both of your faces turning bright red at how much you were laughing.

Eventually, your laughs simmered down to soft giggles, looking over at each other with soft smiles.

“Okay, burp lord, it’s time to go home.”

Billie said softly, moving out from the booth and gently taking your hand. She led you both over to the front counter, pulling out her wallet to pay.

You leaned against her shoulder, nuzzling into the fabric and yawning. You felt your eyes begin to droop, letting out a soft sigh as you saw the card being handed back to Billie.

You let her lead you back into the car, and settle you down into the passenger seat.

“Go to sleep, princess. I’ll wake you when we get home.” ⋆. 𐙚 ̊

ׂ╰┈➤ guys look it’s Ally actually getting out of her slump for once !! Ultra rare find

Everything was loud before Billie even stepped out of the car.

Not music, not people—just noise. The kind that didn’t make sense at first, that hit her in the chest before she could place it. As soon as the gates of their house slid open and she pulled in, she could hear it.

Faint through the walls, through the distance. But she could.

It was crying.

Her grip on the wheel tightened slightly as she parked her Porsche, the sound getting clearer the second she pushed the door open. It was sharp, continuous, wrong.

The front door barely had time to close behind her before Shark came sprinting toward her, claws tapping against the floor, tail wagging wildly. Brutus followed right after, heavier, slower but just as excited, both of them circling her legs like they always did when she got home.

“Hey—hey,” Billie murmured distractedly, crouching just enough to run a quick hand over their heads, but her attention wasn’t there. Not fully. “Not now, boys… gimme a second, yeah?”

They whined softly but stayed close, following her as she moved further inside. That’s when she saw Bella.

She was curled up on the couch, completely asleep, her little body folded into itself like she had just given up wherever she was. No blanket, no light, nothing—just out.

Billie’s chest tightened instantly. “Hey, baby…” she whispered, stepping closer, brushing her fingers gently through her hair before sliding one arm under her and lifting her carefully.

Bella didn’t wake. Just shifted slightly, her head dropping against Billie’s shoulder, breathing slow and heavy with exhaustion.

But something felt wrong. The crying didn’t stop. If anything, now that she was inside, it was louder. Clearer.

Charlotte. They were Charlotte’s cries. And they were desperate.

Billie didn’t waste a second. She turned, moving quickly toward the stairs, the dogs trailing behind her halfway before pausing at the bottom, watching.

“Stay” she murmured without looking at them, already halfway up.

Her steps were fast but careful as she walked down the hallway toward the twins’ room first. She pushed the door open quietly, stepping inside just enough to lay Bella down.

The room was calm. Dark. Still untouched.

She adjusted Bella gently on her bed, pulling the blanket up over her small body, her hand lingering for a second to brush her hair back.

“Sleep baby, mama’s gonna see what's happening” she whispered.

And Bella didn’t move. A deep sleeper like her mama.

But the crying—

The crying cut through everything now. It was loud,sharp, breathless. From further down the hall, her bedroom. So Billie stepped back out, closing the door softly behind her, her pace quickening immediately as she followed the sound.

With every step, it felt worse. More desperate. More frantic.

She didn’t knock at the door when she reached it, she just stepped inside. And everything felt like it was collapsing.

Mia was pacing back and forth. Fast, uneven steps like she didn’t know how to stop moving. Charlotte was in her arms, crying so hard her entire body shook, her tiny face red, her breath catching between sobs like she couldn’t breathe properly.

Mia had one side of her shirt pulled down, her chest exposed as she tried to guide Charlotte toward her, over and over again, desperate for her to latch.

“Come on, baby… please—please—” she whispered, voice trembling, trying again, adjusting her, bringing her closer.

But Charlotte pushed away, crying harder. She turned her head, her little body twisting, refusing, not understanding, overwhelmed, just overwhelmed.

“I don’t know what you want,” Mia choked out, her voice breaking completely. “I don’t know what to do, baby, please—”

She tried again and again. Guiding her back towards her nipple, hands shaking, her whole body tense, like if she just got it right one more time, it would work.

But it didn’t. It just kept going. The crying. The panic. The exhaustion.

Billie saw it all in one second, the way Mia’s movements were starting to lose coordination, the way her breathing was uneven, the way she looked like she hadn’t stopped trying for hours.

And that make her move fast. Getting to her wife in two steps.

“Hey—hey, I got her,” Billie said, already stepping in, her voice firm but soft, grounding in a way that cut through the chaos just enough.

Mia barely reacted at first. Still trying. Still guiding Charlotte again like she hadn’t even processed Billie being there.

“Baby,” Billie said again, gentler now, her hands already reaching. “Give her to me.”

And that did it. Mia stopped. Everything, just for a second. And that was all Billie needed to carefully take Charlotte from her arms.

The crying spiked instantly, louder, sharper at the shift—but Billie held her steady, adjusting her instinctively against her chest, one hand supporting her head, the other rubbing slow circles into her back.

“I’ve got you… I’ve got you,” she murmured, already rocking her slightly.

She glanced back at Mia. “Go lay down,” she said softly.

Mia shook her head immediately. “No, I—”

“Please,” Billie cut in gently, her voice lowering, softer but firmer. “Just for a minute. Breathe.”

Mia stood there, frozen, her chest rising and falling too fast, eyes glassy and unfocused, but something in her gave in.

Her shoulders dropped slightly, and she took a step back, then another, until she reached the bed and sat down like her legs couldn’t hold her anymore.

Billie didn’t wait. She turned and walked out of the room, Charlotte still crying against her shoulder.

She walked down the hallway and made her way down the stairs.

Shark and Brutus immediately got up when they saw her, tails wagging, alert now at the sound of the baby crying.

“Not now,” Billie murmured softly, as she crossed the living room, sliding the back door open with her foot.

The night air hit instantly, cool, quiet, a sharp contrast to everything inside.

She stepped out into the garden, the dogs following, immediately running ahead into the grass before circling back.

And Billie didn’t stop moving. She walked, slow, steady circles across the garden, holding Charlotte close, one hand rubbing her back in calm, repetitive motions.

“Hey… hey, I know,” she murmured, her voice low, steady, something to hold onto. “You’re okay… mama’s got you… I’m right here…”

Charlotte cried into her shoulder, her little fists gripping at her hoodie, her body tense with every breath. Billie didn’t rush it, she didn’t try to force it. She just walked and talked.

And then, after a moment, she started singing softly.

The ones she knew her daughter loved, the once she knew made the girl happy.

Just little pieces, quiet melodies, repeating gently into the night as she moved.

Shark ran a few steps ahead, then came back, tail wagging, while Brutus stayed closer, walking beside her like he understood something was different.

The crying started to change. It was still there, but it was softer now, breaking into small hiccups and then into small whimpers.

“That’s it… that’s it,” Billie whispered, pressing a soft kiss into Charlotte’s hair. “You’re okay… you’re safe…”

She kept going. Walking. Singing. Holding her.

Until slowly— so slowly it almost felt like it might not happen —

Charlotte’s body relaxed. Her grip loosened on Billie’s hoodie. Her breathing evened out, and she fell asleep.

Billie stopped moving for a second, just standing there, holding her, like she didn’t trust it yet.

Then she exhaled quietly. “Yeah… we got there,” she murmured.

Carefully, she turned back toward the house, stepping inside again, the dogs following close behind before settling down as she closed the door and moved upstairs.

She walked into the twins’ room and gently laid Charlotte down in her bed, right beside Bella’s, adjusting the blanket over her small body.

Her hand lingered on her back for a second. Just making sure they were both asleep, they were both out. And they were, both of them.

She turned around and walked back down the hallway where the silence was heavy now.

She stepped into the bedroom again, and when she walked inside, she found Mia crying.

She wasn’t pacing, She was just sitting there, shoulders shaking, her hands covering her face like everything had finally caught up to her all at once.

Billie’s chest tightened immediately as she walked over. “Mia…”

That was all it took.

Mia looked up, and the second she saw her, she broke completely, standing quickly and crossing the space between them before collapsing into her arms.

Billie caught her instantly, holding her tight, one hand coming up to cradle the back of her head.

“I’ve got you,” she whispered softly.

And this time, Mia didn’t even try to hold it together, she didn’t speak, she just cried, harder now, like she would physically break.

Billie didn’t rush her, she didn’t ask questions right away, she just held her. Let her cry all she needed. Her hand moving slowly up and down her back, grounding, steady.

“I got you,” she whispered. “I’m here… I’m here.”

And it took a while. A long while before Mia’s breathing started to even out just a little. Before the grip on Billie’s hoodie loosened even slightly.

Before she finally spoke.

“She… she wouldn’t stop crying,” Mia said, voice breaking, barely above a whisper. “Charlotte… she just—she wouldn’t stop…”

Billie tightened her arms around her a little more, listening.

“I tried everything,” Mia continued, shaking her head slightly against her chest. “I tried feeding her, I changed her, I rocked her, I walked around with her for hours, Bills… hours…”

Her voice cracked again.

“I didn’t want to call you,” she admitted, quieter now. “You were working… I didn’t want to interrupt you…”

Billie pulled back slightly at that, just enough to look at her.

“Hey—no,” she said immediately, gentle but firm. “You can always call me. I don’t care where I am, what I’m doing. If you need me, you call me. Okay?”

Mia’s eyes filled again, but she nodded, just a little.

“I just… I thought I could handle it,” she whispered. “And I just—”

She cut herself off, shaking her head, like she didn’t even know how to explain the rest.

Billie waited, giving her the space she needed.And then out of nowhere, after a second longer.

“I hate my body.”

The words came out suddenly. Raw. Honest. Making Billie go completely still.

Mia let out a shaky breath, pulling back slightly now, enough to look at her.

“My chest… it’s not the same anymore,” she said, voice trembling. “It’s—” she gestured vaguely, frustrated. “It’s fallen because of the girls, and I can still see… I still have this…” her hand moved down to her stomach, pressing lightly. “There’s still fat there, and I just—”

Her voice broke again. “I don’t look like me anymore.”

Silence filled the room for a second. Not empty. Just… heavy.

Billie reached up slowly, cupping Mia’s face gently, thumbs brushing under her eyes to wipe away the tears.

“Hey,” she said softly. “Look at me.”

Mia hesitated but she did. And Billie held her gaze, steady, grounding.

“You carried our babies,” she said quietly. “You fed and still feed the girls sometimes, mama. You stayed up all night with them when I wasn't there. You take care of them every single day while I work, and you make it perfect till I come back.”

Her hands slid down, resting lightly on Mia’s sides.

“This body?” she continued. “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Mia shook her head slightly, but Billie didn’t let her look away.

“I mean it,” she insisted, softer now. “Every part of you. Not despite everything—because of it.” Her hand moved gently to Mia’s chest, respectful, grounding. “They’re perfect,” she murmured. “You’re perfect.”

Mia’s lips trembled.

Billie leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, then her cheek, then the corner of her lips.

“You don’t have to go through this alone,” she added quietly. “Not ever. You call me. I don’t care if I’m in the middle of recording, a meeting, or a show, I don’t care who I’m with. I’ll come home.”

Mia let out a shaky breath, her hands finding Billie’s hoodie again, but softer this time.

“Okay…” she whispered.

Billie pulled her closer again, wrapping her arms around her, resting her chin lightly on her head.

“I got you,” she murmured again.

an; hi guyssssssss, been a while been a whiiileeeee. not that long but god im so mentally blocked lmfao. But anyways enjoy a good family drama babe.

you opened your mouth to repeat the rehearsed question but the words caught in your throat. you clung to your bag a little tighter. she was closer now. the top button of her top was undone revealing a sliver of her collarbone.

"i- uh...i had a question about the reading," you stammered. your voice barely a whisper.

she smiled. "did you?" she asked. "or did you just want an excuse to be alone with me?" that comment made you catch your breath. your cheeks burned but the familiar heat was a comfort. a secret language only the two of you understood. you let your bag drop to the floor with a soft thud.

"maybe both," you admitted. a shy smile spreading on your lips. her own smile widening.

"both," she repeated. her voice low and husky as she closed the distance between your bodies. her hands came to rest on your waist. her thumbs stroking the fabric of your shirt in a way that was both comforting and arousing. "i like both," she whispered leaning in. her lips brushing against your ear. "but i've been thinking about the second part all day."

she didn't give you a chance to respond before capturing your lips. her hands sliding up your back pulling you flushed against her body. your arms wrapped around her shoulders. hands tangling in her hair as you deepened the kiss. she groaned. a guttural sound that vibrated through your entire body. it shot straight down to the heat throbbing between your legs.

"lock the door," she commanded against your lips and you nodded. your movements clumsy with desire as you fumbled with the old lock. the soft click echoed in her office. when you turned back around she was already leaning against her desk. her eyes dark with hunger. it made your knees weak.

"come here," she urged extending her hand. you didn't hesitate, your hand found hers. her grip firm and sure as she pulled you against her. her other hand traced the skin under your shirt. her touch hot like fire burning. she lifted your shirt over your head. her eyes never leaving yours. you stood with your chest heaving. your skin flushed. you were completely at her mercy.

she shifted your bodies. hands on your hips pressing you against the wood. her lips found yours again. her hands roaming your body tracing the curve of your hips. one hand slid up to cup your breast. her thumb brushed over your nipple until it was hard. until you shivered and gasped and pushed yourself closer to her.

in one confident movement, she lifted you onto the desk. the polished wood cool on your thighs. she stood between your legs. her hands on your knees. her gaze hot and possessive. she leaned in. lips trailing a path of fire down your neck. her teeth scraping against your sensitive skin. "i want to taste you," she whispered and you nodded desperately bucking your hips watching her kneel before you. her eyes never leaving yours as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of your jeans.

she pulled them down before leaning in. her breath hot against your core. your heart beating rapidly watching her tongue peer from her mouth before pressing it on your pulse. you hummed leaning your head back when you felt her cold tongue slide between your folds. her lips wrapping around your clit. repeating the movements over and over.

it was intoxicating. the way her mouth and tongue moved skillfully between your legs. one of her hands left your knee sliding up the inside of your thigh to join her mouth. her fingers teasing your entrance before sliding inside you curling in a way that made you see stars. the dual pleasure wound you up so tight you thought you might break. you held yourself up with one hand while the other fisted her soft hair. rocking your hips against her face. a silent and desperate plea for more.

"please," you gasped. the word coming out broken. she looked up at you. her eyes dark with desire. even as she smothered herself, you could clearly see a smile spreading across her face. she continued flicking her tongue against your clit and that was all it took. you felt the heat radiate throughout your body. the bottom of your feet stinging with pleasure. your back arched off the desk as she rode you through your orgasm. her mouth and fingers working together until you were a trembling panting mess.

she pulled away resting her head against your thigh. her breath warm against your skin. she looked up at you. her eyes soft. a stark contrast to the hunger from moments before.