I Still Have Not Gotten Over This Picture

crush on my stalker | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. when you can’t stop thinking about your stalker, you do something you’re sure will grab her attention. but what do you do now that you’ve got it?

warnings. fingering, stalker billie, teasing.

part 1 masterlist

she consumes your mind, day and night. you can’t shake the thought of her, and you’re not even sure what she looks like. it’s thrilling.

billie. that was her name. so oddly alluring. her character so seductive it calmed the knowledge of what she truly was. your stalker.

"hey is everything okay?" the deep voice in the drivers seat spoke up, breaking you away from a place of deep thought.

"yeah why?" you stared at him, contemplating on what got you to this moment, in the car with him. you couldn't admit it.

"i don't know you just kinda went silent."

"i was just thinking." he smiled at your reply, the question of what your mind was focused on, at the tip of his tongue. thankfully, the car shook slightly before he could say anything.

"shit." he sighed as he looked around, examining what the source of the sudden movement could be.

"what's wrong?" you asked.

"fuck!" he cried, the car coming to a halt on the empty street.

"what happened?" you repeated.

"it must be a flat tire or something. we must've run something over." he muttered, stepping out to check the tires.

A flicker in the corner of your eye drew you away from his words, and you slipped away from the car, curious, yet your previous thoughts still lingering. it was dark, you could only make out the neighborhood’s houses due to the sliver of light provided by the slightly dimmed streetlights.

“i don’t have a spare, we’re going to have to call someone.” he was on his knees, inspecting the tire.

“mhm.” you mumbled, scanning the area. you we’re getting an eerie feeling of being watched. it light up your insides, but the fear of the uncertain getting to you nevertheless.

“could you look up a service and call them?” he asked, fiddling with the parts of his car.

“sure.” you reached for your phone before you felt an arm around your waist and a hand covering your mouth. you were seconds away from screaming, panic flooding you.

“shh.” her voice was a low whisper in your ear, her cool breath fanning against your skin, and her rings cold against your lips. she ushered you into one of the houses’ gardens, away from the car, and away from him.

“what the fuck?” you turned around and pushed her off of you.

“come on, don’t act surprised. you were practically begging for me.” she was good at riling you up, loving your misplaced anger as you dealt with the fact she was right.

“oh please, get over yourself.” she pushed you against the fence, clearly wanting to challenge your comment.

“oh yeah?” her tongue kissed her teeth. “i told you not to go out with him.” she said sternly her face impossibly close to yours.

“so?” she glared at you, her stare evident even in the dark.

“you should listen to me, i could change your life.” she whispered on your lips, making them tingle. she was convincing in the way she spoke.

“trust me, you’ve got that down already. having an obsessive stalker definitely counts as a change in lifestyle.” the insult fell on deaf ears.

“you like the attention.” she retorted as you raised an eyebrow.

“your heart races when your around me. you know you love the thrill.” your body was betraying you as her fingers danced across your collarbones, travelling behind your neck to caress it gently.

“you’ve lost your damn mind.” she bit her lip as you spoke, the comment clearly turning her on.

“god you’re such a brat, i love it.” you rolled your eyes. her hands traveled down your body, resting at your lower hips, rubbing the skin with her thumbs as her eyes traveled to your lips.

“so tell me gorgeous, why did you want my attention? you know i’d love to give it to you.” her hands were teasing as her eyes searched for answers in your own.

“stop it.” your voice was unsure of what you were asking her to stop. as was she.

“what?” she asked innocently as her hands moved dangerously close to your ass.

“assuming that i was with him to get a reaction out of you. he’s nice, i like him.” her hand came up to your neck as her body pressed harshly into yours. her lips travelled to your ear, making sure to trace the skin of your neck on the way.

“i could give you a whole lot more than fucking nice. you could be my wife.” the term hit you hard, her soft voice soothing the weight of the word. you let out a jagged breath.

“i don’t even know what you look like.” the argument was weak but she pretty much ignored it.

“you’re driving me insane.” the hand that wasn’t on your neck was fiddling with the opening of your jeans. before her fingers traced the fabric of your underwear.

“billie.” a shaky breath more than a word, but she heard it and her face lifted until her eyes met yours.

“hm? want me to stop?” she said this as her fingers sunk into you preventing you from protesting. your head fell back onto the fence as she watched you in awe. before you could reply, the both of you jerked at a loud shout from across the street. had it really taken him this long to realise you were gone?

you bit your lip as you tried to stay silent. when billie's fingers pinched your clit however, a sharp gasp slipped out. her hand came up to muffle any further noises.

"can't have your boy toy hearing you, can we?" your heart was racing, the effect she had on you evident in your response to her fingers.

"god you look hot like this, getting off on my fingers." she kissed your neck, admiring your skin. her fingers teased your entrance, occasionally pushing them in, further. her touch was addictive and you wanted to reach for more.

"is this what you wanted? am I giving you the attention you needed?" her words were condescending, mocking your state. you couldn't find it in yourself to give in to her words.

"gone quiet now, have we?" she didn't even give you the time to form a response as her fingers sunk deep into you as you grasped for her body, letting out high pitched moans that were muffled. she groaned into your skin, at the sounds you were making, dreaming of what they would sound like if she didn't have her hand firmly pressing onto your mouth.

"he really doesn't give up does he?" she was referring to his continuous shouting of your name. you almost felt bad, but it was the last thing on your mind when her fingers curled up further into you. she brought you closer and closer to your relief, the pleasure building up like a burning fire in your heat.

"what if he saw you like this? would that ruin it for you?" she removed her hand from your mouth, putting your fate in your own hands. your teeth sunk into your lip when her thumb began to play with your clit. you clenched around her fingers as you unravelled, holding onto her tightly.

"make a mess on my fingers baby." she chuckled, and you let out a low moan into her neck. her breath hitched when she felt your body leaning into hers. she zipped your jeans back up before bringing her fingers to your lips. against every sane fibre in your body you let them enter your mouth as you sucked on them, looking her in the eye.

"I'm not letting that loser drive you home." she turned around, about to lead you to her car.

"billie?"her body stiffened, hearing you call her name so openly.

"yeah?" she came closer and your eyes told her what she needed to know. she held your face in her hands.

"are you sure?" she searched your face for hesitation.

"yes." she brought her lips to yours and kissed you. it was so soft, so sweet. like she was pouring her emotions into you, and you were dinking it in.

part 3

you have no idea how many times I've written this.

backstage

billie fucking you before her interview

BASED OFF these pics fr cause I mean uhm cmon🙏

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"how long until you go on?", you rubbed her arm. billie was standing over her dresser, fixing her lip gloss in the mirror. "like, ten twenty minutes?", she turned to face you tilting her head. "nervous?", you asked walking over to the small sofa in the room with billie following behind you. as you sat down, you watched how her clothes flowed over her figure, the loose tshirt masking her perfect features that only you got to see. she smiled sitting down next to you, resting her hand on your leg.

"not really, ive got more to do later", she sighed stroking your skin. "you're so soft", she smiled looking at you, flashing you that smile that made you crumble. she pulled your leg up higher on her thigh, causing you to fall lower into the sofa as your legs lay on hers. her eyes fixed on yours, her lips pouty, her hands rubbing against you. it wasnt until you felt something hard against your leg that you broke eye contact.

"fuck, what is that?", you said moving forward to feel where it met your leg. "what's what?", billie replied confused. "that thing digging into me, are you wearing a belt?", your eyes squinted. billies face went red as she bit her lip. "uh, no", she whispered almost reluctantly. the tone of her voice made you even more curious. you moved your legs off her and sat up, scanning over her body. starting with her flustered face, you daringly moved your eyes lower and lower until you saw it. the way she was manspreading outlined it perfectly. eyes darting back to hers, you were now equally as red as her.

"bils, dont tell me youre-", "I am", her voice now low. you stared at her, half confused half turned on. she looked so fucking hot, the way she was sitting wasnt doing you any favours. growing needy, you moved closer to her. her breathing evidently increasing, she pulled your arm making your upper body fall onto her lap. "I wanna use it on you", she groaned before kissing you. your body was burning, getting wetter by the second. "right now?", you moaned through cracks in the kiss. "mhm", she hummed. "dont you need to go soon?", your words breathless as you positioned yourself ontop of her, feeling her hands trace along your waist. "ill be quick", she smiled into you before pulling away.

the devilish smirk she flashed you was all you needed to break before billie pushed you off the sofa and into the wall. her body pressed against your back, soft whimpers vibrating along your skin as she pulled your underwear down. it all made sense now why she asked you to wear a skirt earlier. easier access. face pressed against the wall, billies hand came around your hip as she aligned herself.

"youre already so fucking wet", she groaned running her finger along your pussy before tightening her grip. "makes me wish we had more time". her fucking raspy voice made your knees weak, letting out a quiet moan at the pure desire she showed. "fuckk", you both whined simultaneously as she slowly pushed inside you, pulling you flat against her. the sounds of her moans, mixed with how wet you were was like music to her as she began thrusting into you. your hands felt up the wall, searching for anything to grab on to. billies pace was deafening, she hit all the right places, as if she was made for you.

her thrust got harder causing pained moans to echo out of you, bouncing off the walls. you couldnt see her, but you knew she was giving you that fucking cocky smile she did when she knew she was giving it you good. "you like that?", she teased, weaving her hand in your hair pulling you up into her. the warmth of her body dissolved against you as her arm wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you in place. the way she was fucking into you had you throbbing, trapping desperate whimpers in your throat. "answer me" she whispered in your ear causing your eyes to flicker.

"fuck billie, d-dont stop", you cried as she bucked up into you. "tell me how good it feels love, you can do it", she taunted increasing her pace. she knew your body too well, she knew you were aching to let out your moans, knew you were getting close, knew you were desperate to cum all over her. dry, broken rasps of her name were all you could reply with, letting the way your body broke for her speak for you. keeping one hand around your waist, the other ran its way up your body before it met your neck. her fingers traced the veins pulsing out before sinking her teeth into you.

"oh my god bil-", you choked on your words. "faster, please", eyes glossy as you chased your high. her lips sucked hard on your skin before tightening her grip around your neck, fucking into you desperately. "like this?, god youre so tight", she whimpered. you couldn't reply. you couldn't think. all that was clear was the tension about to snap inside you. her fingers moved up to your mouth, forcing you to suck on them as your girlfriend brought you closer and closer to breaking. moans stifled by her hand, there was a knock at the door.

"fuck", she groaned. "yeah?". "are you ready?, we need you out now", the voice replied. billie didnt stop fucking you. in fact, she went harder, pressing her hand around your mouth to shut you up. "just a minute, im coming", she laughed as the footsteps trailed off. "you hear that pretty girl?, I need you to cum no-", she stopped, slowing her pace. she hadn't realised that youd already cum.

as she pulled out of you, your body shook. her arm still around you, she turned you around to face her, eyes meeting your fucked out expression. "I needed that so bad", you said pulling her into a fulfilled kiss. she smiled contentedly about to respond before another knock at the door, this time more urgent.

"billie, we need to go", they called out. billie dropped her head before kissing you softly on the cheek and walked towards her dresser to get tissues. "be out in a sec", she said cleaning herself off. she didnt have time to properly sort herself out and so just pulled her shorts up. "won't people see?", you asked catching your breath. "maybe, theyre baggy enough that it should hide it", she smiled. "besides, ill just say its my aquaphor", she laughed, pulling you into her. as she opened the door to leave, you couldn't help the thoughts racing around knowing she going to be wearing it the whole interview.

it wasnt a surprise when you saw the photos of her later, strap clearly visible. you read the comments laughing at how she was right, people actually did think it was just her aquaphor. you were just about to text her when the notification came through saying 'I told you ;)".

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 🤷‍♀️

did you break up with him? | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. you cheated on your boyfriend with billie, so she asks you to break up with him. when you see her at an event, she comes to see if you’ve fulfilled your promise.

warnings. smut kinda, fingering, harsh words/ degrading, mean billie.

part 1 masterlist

“there you are, pretty.” billies voice interrupted your conversation with your boyfriend. your cheeks burned up at the sound of her voice. you excused yourself from the conversation and he merely smiled and walked away, not a clue in the world.

“billie.” you said directly, no real point to the greeting.

“have you been avoiding me?” she came closer to you, resting an arm on the high table. her eyes doing the flirting for her.

“no? it’s not really socially acceptable to go up to your ex at an event your attending with your boyfriend.” she just smiled at your defence, invalidating it without having to speak.

“an ex your fucking, might i add.” she said this so openly that you scolded her, though her smile never faltered.

“ashamed?” she asked, the tone condescending.

“no.” her eyebrows lifted slightly at the response before the surprise left her face.

“good. at least one things changed.” she pulled you by the arm, forcing you to follow her wherever she was heading.

“billie.” the protest came out hushed, not wanting to catch attention or cause a stir.

“shut up.” she weaved her way through the tables, glaring at anyone who looked puzzled at your weak struggles.

“god would you stop moving.” you’d arrived in the girls bathroom and she’d pushed you into an empty stall, not checking to see if you were alone. she didn’t care.

“what the fuck billie?” you questioned her actions but she rolled her eyes before forcefully kissing you. she held the back of your head so that it wouldn’t press to hard against the wall while she basically sucked your lips off. there was nothing sweet about the kiss, nothing sweet about her grip on your hips. it was all rough and aggressive. out of either anger or frustration, you couldn’t exactly decipher it.

“you don’t learn, baby.” she shook her head softly, biting her lip while staring you down. your hair was already disheveled, and your lip gloss smudged. she spun you around and brought her body to yours, her firm grip on your head pushing your cheek into the wall.

“billie.” it was an empty cry, meant to achieve nothing.

“cry all you want, you’ll take what i give you.” her hand bunched up your dress so that it rested on your hips, exposing your underwear. her fingers traced circles around your covered entrance, but the fabric was so thin it drove you wild. you arched your back as her hands left your head, moving to your neck.

“so wet, baby.” she remarked as her fingers dipped past your underwear to find you practically dripping for her. she pinched your clit without warning, then moved her fingers to your entrance, circling it. you moaned louder than you’d wanted to and she squeezed your neck.

“be fucking quiet, you don’t want someone running over to your boyfriend. tell him who’s fucking you in the bathroom huh?” you were about to form words but her two fingers dove into you, stretching you out.

“such a slut, you should be ashamed.” her words were aggressive but it did nothing to lessen the growing knot in your stomach. one ready to come undone any minute.

her fingers took residence in your mouth, in attempt to quieten your whimpers. her body kept you flush against the wall of the bathroom stall, her fingers plunged deep into your wet cunt keeping you defenceless. drool started to pool out of your mouth but you couldn’t stop it, her fingers going deeper, brushing against the back of your throat making you gag.

“when you break up with him it’ll be my dick your gagging on and drooling for, baby.”

“did you break up with him?” she asked, referring to your boyfriend who she’d seen you with earlier tonight. it was an answer she obviously knew, but she wanted it to come from you. your muffled cries didn’t seem to provide an answer.

“hm? tell me.” her fingers were still deep in your mouth, contradicting her words. it took every ounce of strength in you to shake your head as she made a sound of disapproval. your walls were clenching around her fingers but she just kept curling them in all the right ways. you couldn’t think straight.

“didn’t think so.” her hand left your mouth and it took you a while to process what had happened, your mind in such a haze it couldn’t comprehend. but you weren’t bouncing on her fingers anymore. in fact, when you turned to look at billie, she was sucking your wetness off them, reminding you of your denied orgasm.

“billie, what the fuck?” you whined, you stared at you, her face void of emotion but her eyes dark and daunting. her fingers left her mouth with a pop as she poked the inside of her cheek with her tongue.

“hm?” her tone was innocent, as if unaware of the problem.

“you can’t leave me hanging!” you whined desperately while she silently revelled in it.

“you’re not my girl anymore, it’s not my problem. go ask your boyfriend to finish the job, i bet he can’t.” she shrugged her shoulders and unlocked the door to the bathroom stall. you were left utterly speechless.

“call me when you break up with him.”

part 3

i like you better with me | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. billie’s tired of chasing you to break up with him. what happens when you do, but struggle to regain her trust?

warnings. smut, angst, mean billie lowk, hella teasing, strap.

part 1, part 2 masterlist

your desperate. pathetically desperate. she’s been dodging your calls for days. you’d do anything to get her back which is what prompted the hasty drive to her house. the knock on her door was surely quieter than the continuous thump of your heart.

“billie!” you called, noticing the kitchen window was open so she could hear you. after a long pause, the door opened. but it wasn’t an invitation to come inside.

“what?” she asked, seeming unsurprised at your surprise turn-up.

“can we please talk?” you pleaded and she hesitated opening the door wider, for you to come in. she hesitated forgiving you without an apology like she’d done so many times.

“it depends. are you here to apologise?” you furrowed your brows, confused.

“for what?” she widened her eyes at you, as if you were stupid, and shut the door in your face. you knocked on it incessantly for the next thirty seconds before she gave in and opened it again.

“would you stop that?” she huffed, you could tell she was tired of your shit. it made you feel awful, and revealed all the reasons you should be here to apologise.

“I’m so sorry bils, genuinely. please let me in so that we can talk.” you were a rejection away from getting on your knees.

“i don’t wanna talk.” she said childishly, but however waiting for a response instead of shutting the door again.

“please give me another chance, i really need you to hear what i have to say.” it took her a while, but she was as weak as you. and she opened the door, letting you into her house, but back into her heart as-well.

“well?” she shut the door and perched herself up on the back of her couch.

“i miss you billie, and i’m so sorry.”

“are you now? because i’ve heard that before.” she wasn’t taking you seriously and she had every right not to but it was frustrating.

“come on billie, you know i still love you, i told you. i want to be with you. properly. we didn’t do it right last time. give us a chance to do it right.” you approached her, her position meaning she was a few inches beneath you. her eyes were wide and behind them, her head was spinning with contradictory thoughts. you looked at her in adoration and she folded.

“i fall for this shit every time.” she reached for your face and brought your lips to hers in a soft kiss. it wasn’t what you expected but when she smiled into the kiss, a weight lifted off your shoulders.

“ask me the question.” she stood up as you spoke, pulling you into her arms. she smiled, knowing exactly what you meant.

“did you break up with him?” her words were a whisper on your lips. a silent promise you made to her that you’d failed to keep for too long. she held her breath as you spoke, drowning in anticipation.

“yes.” her smile slowly began to widen, chuckles coming out because she couldn’t believe it. her lips leaped onto yours, this time more passionate, more desperate.

“for you.” you added in between kisses and she groaned into your mouth, it was sweet. so sweet, but you couldn’t help but want more.

“mm, you taste so good baby.” she commented when she pulled her tongue out of your mouth, licking your swollen lips.

“need you so bad.” you whined into her ear as her mouth did unholy things to your neck. she pulled you harder against her waist, wanting you to feel her. you quickly became aware of what was underneath her jeans and it made you tingle.

“been waiting to fuck you properly for so long.” she kept her mouth on the skin of your jaw while she spoke, devouring the taste of your skin.

“finally can,” she blabbed on, “my girl.” her words made you grow more desperate for her, feeling the ache in your heat. it’d been present for days.

“billie.” you repeated her name every time she sucked your skin, snaking her arms around your lower body, caressing your ass.

“i like you better with me.”

“me too.” you confirmed when her hand came to the back of your neck, providing warmth and comfort.

“mh, you like the sex.” she chuckled on your skin. and you grabbed her face bringing it up to yours before speaking.

“so do you.” she tilted her head looking upwards in animation of thought. “only with you though.” you added.

“i see what you’re doing, it’s too late to act cute.” she took your bottom lip in between her teeth, biting down softly. she pushed her hips into yours again, reminding you of her position. you couldn’t stifle the groan it caused. you were pulled into her bedroom as she removed your shirt. her hands were never in the same place as she let herself discover your body all over again. she leaned on you, the strap beneath her jeans digging into your heat. you were whining for her to do something other than kiss you.

“patience baby.” she smiled kissing your face.

“you always say that shit.” you whined when she made no move to satisfy you. you rolled your hips back and forth on her clothed dick and she laughed on your skin, her teeth grazing sensitive places. she let it happen for a while before gripping your hips to stop them from moving. she slid your sweatpants off, along with your underwear. she was painfully slow with it too.

“please billie.” she kissed across her stomach, finding every last bit of skin she hadn’t touched yet, before finally moving lower. her breath was on your heat, her lips inches from your clit. she made an effort to blow softly as she watched you squirm and clench on nothing. your whines were getting louder as she still refused to touch you where you needed her. she was so turned on watching you writhe at nothing but her breath. she moved away completely and came back up to your face.

“you’re gonna look so pretty sitting on me.” she whispered seductively before pulling you close to her and flipping you over, having you straddle her. she spread her legs so that you could feel her through her jeans.

“you’re making a mess on my jeans baby, are you gonna take them off?” you looked at her hesitantly, before pulling them off quickly. your eyes widened at the size of her and she smirked.

“can you take it?” she asked, watching your eyes wander the strap. “baby?” she called for you again and you nodded.

“what are you waiting for? do you need me to do everything?” she teased before you gathered the courage to line her up with your entrance. she watched your face as you sunk down on her, the strap disappearing slowly. you got half way before you stopped and she raised her eyebrows.

“i thought you said you could take it? is it too much?” she said in a condescending voice, it made you flush in embarrassment.

“no.” your voice was reduced to merely a breath, her affect on you evident in your expression.

“then take it.” she pulled your hips down onto her as your vision became blurry and your head started spinning. you’d never felt this full. the weight of your body pressed down on her perfectly as she groaned. you felt incapable of moving your own hips.

“move or i’ll do it for you.” she threatened as you looked at her.

“i thought you wanted me to be patient.” you replied, a slight rasp in your voice, and her mouth was agape, in shock of your clap back, as she rolled her tongue across the inside of her cheek. she showed off her strength as she lifted her hips until you were fully off of her. she ignored the fact you were wincing and whining before she pushed you back down on her strap, filling you up again without any warning. the moan that spilled, guttural, and she bit her lip as she heard it.

“fuck, billie.” a few tears spilled free from your eyes as she rolled your hips back and forth.

“you look so pretty crying on my dick. i like you a lot better with me.” her words were a ruse for what was to come. and the sweet undertone wasn’t about to fool you.

i’m working on some longer fics so you might just get a spam of blurbs for a hot second 🙈

need those october fics you hinted at

now pls 🫦🫦

they’re coming soon i promiseee

Billie Eilish x y/n

Late for tea date

As you strolled through the rain-slicked streets of Los Angeles, the gentle drizzle drenched you completely, causing your white dress adorned with delicate blue flowers to cling to your skin. The warm, yellow glow of the streetlights illuminated your path as you quickened your pace, eager to reach Billie. Unexpectedly held back at work by your boss, you found yourself running late for the long-awaited tea date with your girlfriend.

As you arrived at the teashop, you spotted your girlfriend Billie in the middle of opening her umbrella, her face marked by a sad, disappointed expression. "Billie!" you called out, rushing toward her in haste. "I’m so sorry, my boss kept me there for s–"

"It’s fine, it’s fine," she interrupted, her tone clipped yet weary. "I don’t care. Let’s just go home."

You hesitated, her words stinging more than you expected. Reaching her side, you gently touched her arm, hoping to convey your remorse. "Billie, I didn’t mean to keep you waiting. I was looking forward to this all day..."

She sighed, closing the umbrella with a snap. "I know, I know," she muttered, avoiding your gaze. "Let's just go home, okay?"

***

The ride home was oppressively silent, the air thick with unspoken words. You stared out of the rain-speckled window, the city lights blurring past, guilt gnawing at you. You hadn't meant to make her wait—it wasn’t even your fault. Your boss had kept you chained to your desk all day. But that didn’t matter now. What mattered was the sting of Billie’s disappointment, which lingered in the space between you like a shadow.

You wanted to say something, to explain, to apologize again, but the exhaustion weighed you down. The rhythmic hum of the car lulled you into stillness, and before you realized it, your eyes drifted shut. Your head gently dropped onto her shoulder, and the tension in your body finally gave way to sleep.

Billie glanced at you, startled at first, but her expression softened as she took you in. The faint pinkish shadows under your eyes told a story of how hard you’d been pushing yourself. And then there were your soft snores—quiet, almost childlike. She knew you only snored when you were utterly drained.

Her anger began to dissolve, replaced by a quiet understanding. She sighed, her hand brushing against yours ever so slightly. She couldn’t stay mad at you, not when you looked so vulnerable, so completely worn out.

She made up her mind that when you both arrive home, she’ll brew tea—your favorite blend, the one you always say she makes better than anyone else.

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Part 2

wired earphones | j.ortega

jenna ortega x fem!reader

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you tugged the dainty wire, sending it tumbling out of her ear with ease. you’d been calling her name ever since you’d caught sight of her sitting on the park bench, doodling in her little book she kept so furtively.

“hey!” she spoke in annoyance, whiny and high pitched, as you sat down next to her.

“hello to you, babe.” you handed her the coffee you’d brought on your way here and she accepted it, closing her book and stuffing it in her bag along with her pens.

“i’m not the one who was late.” she countered to your sarcasm, however enjoying the coffee you’d brought to her.

“i’m not the one who insisted i buy us coffee on my way here because you were too lazy to make the detour.” she rolled her eyes, her small smile contradicting the action.

“i need to get some wireless earphones.” she hugged, yet still happily sipping the coffee.

“but your wired ones are so cute.” there was a pause before she spoke, one that was not unusual, but unable to be labelled.

“they’re cute?” she raised her eyebrow, cute not having been a common adjective used to describe her.

“you know what i mean, it’s gives off the whole anti overconsumption thing.” she laughed, as you pulled your legs up and onto the bench, simultaneously shifting closer to her.

“that’s why they’re cute?” she raised her brows, still amused, while you pushed back a strand of her hair.

“you’re cute.” she chuckled and pecked your lips.

“i love you.” she grinned, and picked up the earbud that had fallen out, fiddling with it until she got it into your ear.

and even after you’d bought her a pair of wireless headphones, she insisted on wearing them around her neck, her wired ones resting, snug in her ears.

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