valentine

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what song always makes you feel better?

what's your comfort show?

reading or writing? Why?

what's your favorite feeling?

how do you usually take care of yourself when you're having a rough day?

what's your favorite scent?

who do you feel most like yourself around?

what's a texture or fabric that's nostalgic for you?

what's one childhood memory you'll never forget?

when was the last time you laughed so hard you cried?

do you have a comfort item? Tell me about it.

what's something you're excited for right now?

what's your comfort food?

how do you feel best loved?

have you ever written or received a love letter?

tea, coffee, or hot cocoa?

have you ever received flowers?

If your soul was a color, what would it be?

what are you proudest of?

describe your hobbies in three words.

if you had to dye your hair, what color would you choose?

in an emergency, who would you call first?

who is a role model in your life (real or fictional)?

three people you'd love to meet?

would you rather travel constantly or live in one place forever?

describe a dream you had recently.

what's your favorite accessory you own?

dream pet?

how do you usually show affection?

what piece of media left a lasting impact on you?

tell me a piece of harmless gossip.

what's an act of kindness you've never forgotten?

what childhood quirk did you never grow out of?

what's your biggest pet peeve?

do you have any phobias?

what's something random that you find attractive?

what's an achievement, big or small, that you're proud of?

if you could time travel once, where would you go?

what would your ultimate last meal be?

au college billie & reader, suggestive themes, fem lesbian reader, swearing, mentions of partying & alcohol

the overhead lighting and the soft buzz of the fridges surrounding you is enough to drive you insane. you’ve been working for almost six hours now and could count the amount of customers you’ve had on one hand. which, you assume, is probably typical for a day shift on a Wednesday, but you’re used to your weekend shifts, where your classmates hurriedly purchase different sorts of junk, alcohol, and nicotine for whatever upcoming party they’re going to attend that night.

you wouldn’t let anyone know, but you love those shifts. not because of the rush, or for the fact that your shift certainly goes by quicker when it’s busy, but because you always get to see her.

Billie Eilish.

Around campus, she’s known to be a dick. a player who’s slept and fucked with so many girls, everyone you ask will give you a different number.

“i heard it’s actually lower than we think, and she just wants us to think she’s fucked a bunch of girls”

“nah, it’s totally like in the 50’s or some shit”

“i heard she has a goal of making it to 100, and she’s almost there”

regardless of what everyone else says, she was a completely different person when she stepped into the old, small convenience store.

she was sweet, and if you really paid attention, it would almost seem like she was shy sometimes. she wouldn’t make her typical shameless, corny pick up lines you’ve heard her make on other girls during parties, and she never made any overtly sexual jokes—even though you’ve heard that those are her ‘specialty.’

at first you were a bit offended. you know you’re attractive, and you’ve been with a decent amount of girls, especially since college started, so why wasn’t she hitting on you?

eventually, you got over that and came to be grateful that she never made things awkward between the two of you, and you grew to like the mini-friendship you guys had cultivated over the past few weeks.

as if she knew you were thinking about her, the door chimes and you look up just in time to see her walking in, her face scanning the store for yours.

“billie on a wednesday? thats unusual” you tease, and you can’t tell if her grin is from seeing you, or from your sly comment.

“ran out of snacks in my dorm, need to restock” she shrugged, shoving her hands in her pockets. “you working weekdays now too?”

you nod, “yeah, we’re super short staffed and i could use the extra cash. i didn’t think i’d be seeing you today.”

she laughs a little under her breath, if she was forced to be honest she would’ve told you that she didn’t think so either. she hadn’t even been planning on coming into the store since she figured you wouldn’t be working, but she saw your face through the window during her walk and couldn’t help herself. she would’ve told you that her snack bin is actually completely full- towering over the sides and there’s no possible way to fit anything else inside, but she needed an excuse to see you earlier than friday.

“well, you got lucky”

you roll your eyes and she smirks, knowing you’re faking the annoyance.

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“what kind of snacks are you looking for?” you ask after a while of watching her aimlessly walk around the store.

she pauses, and if you didn’t know any better you’d think that was panic written across her face, “oh. i dunno, looking for something new to try i guess. i won’t be too much longer”

you hum softly, “don’t worry about it. im bored out of my mind, you’d be doing me a favor if you stayed the rest of my shift to be honest. and the starburst gummies are really good if you wanna try those.”

billie’s ears perk up, her mind already rearranging her schedule for the rest of the day.

“oh yeah? how much longer are you here for?”

you check your phone and groan, “two more full hours”

“well, i don’t have any plans,” that was a lie—she was supposed to be on her way to meet up with her frat friends, but they’d be fine without her.

“you don’t?”

you like your time with billie, the seamless back and forth and the teasing always brightens your day and fills your thoughts until your next interaction, but you’ve never spent more than 30 or 40 minutes with her, and the idea of her staying for the remainder of your shift is simultaneously exciting and nerve wracking.

“ok…yeah, that’d be nice actually, thanks”

“you’re welcome, gives me something to do instead of sitting on my ass all day,” she lies.

She had a pretty busy day today, meeting up with her friends, the gym after, then some studying she had to do and if she felt like it after, a quick meet up with any of the girls on her phone.

But she was willing to push all that back for two hours with you.

She didn’t know what it was about you, you were beautiful, that much was obvious, but it was more than that, looks were never enough to make Billie flustered. It was your personality, the way you treated her like a regular person instead of someone you just wanted to spend a night with, how easily you could keep up with her banter, and how your humor matched up perfectly with hers. She liked the way you dressed and did your hair and makeup, she liked the sound of

your laugh and how kind you were to everyone. she had no idea how it happened, and would never in a million years admit it, but billie liked hanging out with you. a lot.

“so…how long have you been working today?” she asks, leaning against the counter, and popping open the bag of starburst gummies she had grabbed.

“i started at 8 today, and you still have to pay for those y’know”

she reaches into her pocket and hands you a crumpled pile of ones, “there ya’ go” she mumbles, her mouth full of gummies.

“you’re nasty” you remark as you smooth out the bills. “and why the hell do you have so many ones?”

she snorts, which is immediately concealed by an obnoxiously fake cough, “wouldn’t you like to know” she grins, leaning closer to you.

“i secretly work the poles every weekend” she whispers loudly, her eyes glistening as she jokes with you.

“uh huh…which poles exactly are you working? aren’t strip clubs like dead now?”

she gasps in fake offense, “dead? they’re thriving, i revived them” she rolls her eyes, “duh”

the two of you go back and forth for the rest of your shift, switching from her teasing you and you pretending to be annoyed, to you making witty jokes that leave her flustered and unable to come up with a reply. and before you know it, it’s time for you to clock out.

“done already?” billie asks, desperately trying to hide the disappointment in her tone, “we were just getting started”

you laugh from the break room, although admittedly, you aren’t ready for your time together to be done either, “im ready to get the hell out of here,” you pause for a second before working up the courage to ask, “hey, do you wanna grab something to eat?”

billie looks up, her mouth slightly agape at your question.

“you know what, you’re probably full from those gummies, im sorry” you wave off your question, suddenly embarrassed for asking.

“no! no, no, im starving actually. do you want pizza?”

you look up at her, and for whatever reason, even though she’s never been rejected before in her life, she can feel her heart cave in at the possibility of you saying no, “yeah, pizza sounds great right now. let me just grab my stuff” you respond, turning to grab your purse.

she lets out a soft breath she didn’t know she was holding, and reaches over to open the door for you as you both make your way out.

“m’lady” she teases and you laugh, thanking her as you walk out of the store, the cool, october air hitting your face.

you were both silent for a while, letting yourselves fall into the pattern on walking next to each other, just enjoying the others company and listening to the sound of the soft breeze hitting the trees that are quickly growing bare.

“so, when’s your next shift?” billie asks you, her eyes staying on her shuffling feet.

“friday in the evening, the usual. will i see you?”

she nods hurriedly, “yeah i’ve got a party that night, i need to grab some stuff for it”

this time, she wasn’t lying. billie eilish never, ever, missed a party.

you let out a soft hum, “like dental dams?”

billie pauses and looks up at you, “excuse me?” she countered, her tone light and filled with surprise, she had never heard you make a crude joke before, but she liked seeing this side of you.

“im joking, obviously…but isn’t that kind of your like, specialty?”

she rolls her eyes and pushes you softly, “whatever,” she mumbles and you grin at the fact that you’ve finally gotten under her skin.

the walk for the rest of the way is silent again, aside from the occasional crunch of a leaf. you don’t think much of it, figuring you were both comfortable and just ran out of topics to converse about, but in reality, it was because billie was panicking—internally.

she didn’t want you to think of her as the girl who only cares to get into other girls pants, even though technically, that’s what she’s been. she didn’t have any plans on asking you out or trying to be with you, that wasn’t her thing, but she certainly wanted you to think higher of her than you did.

so she started thinking of ways to make that happen, she would try and see you during your shifts more often and maybe try and make an effort to see you after as well. maybe, if she was lucky, she’d be able to get your number and actually get to talk to you without being surrounded by chips and alcohol, and the flickering overhead lights of the old convenience store.

it was completely unlike her, and she had no idea why she was doing all of this simply because she liked being around you, but once the idea was planted there was no going back.

thankfully, what would now be the first step of her plan was initiated by you- pizza after work. and even though you had no idea about any of what was going on in billie’s mind, she was determined to make sure you had a good time.