imagines | billie eilish

tell me pt.2

~ y/n's pov ~
i didn't even realize until i was in the shower thinking about what to write in pt2, but wildflower subconsciously inspired 'tell me'

the beginning memories will not be in order

memories

i feel arms wrap around my body as i stand in the shower, smiling as billie kisses my shoulder.

"hey, you." she grins, rubbing my hips. "billie, i really just wanna shower. my vagina can't handle anymore from you." i half joke, washing my arms.

"no, no. i just wanna be with you. just can't get enough of you." she steps back so i can freely wash my body as she starts to wash her hair.

i stare unashamed at her body as i step out, drying myself off. i moisturize, and as im doing my skin care, billie also steps out, immediately attaching her body to mine after wrapping hers in a towel.

"your so clingy." i giggle, pecking her lips. "i can't help it! you're so pretty." she groans, nuzzling her head in my neck.

"you're the pretty one." i counter, grinning. she doesn't deny it, just shakes her head.

"well i gotta get going soon. i told quinn i had to grade papers, if im any later than i already am she probably won't buy it." she explains.

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"and this is violet." billie smiles, picking her sleepy baby out of her crib.

billie and i started sleeping around about 3 weeks ago, and now im at her house, meeting her baby. i feel like im being so rude, but billie told me to not worry about it.

"how old is she?" i gleam as she passes her over to me. "6 months. she's learning so fast though." i see her eye twinkle as she looks at me holding her daughter.

i really shouldn't be doing this.

she looks at my face for a second, before reaching for billie to hold her. "she's just a little shy." she says as we both giggle.

"my baby." she whispers, holding violet to her chest as she bounces her. "you hungry? i cooked up some dinner before you came." she says, leading the way out of the bedroom.

"i am, yeah. that's so adorable." i giggle, kissing her cheek.

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my music class ends, and as i walk towards the door, my professor catches my attention.

"y/n, can i see you for a minute?" she asks. i get a little nervous, knowing i haven't been doing too well.

i sit down in front of her desk, she waits for everyone to leave before starting.

"so, i would assume that you know...y/n you're failing my class. what's going on? is there something i can help with, angel?" she explains.

my heart races from both the pet name and the fact that i'm failing her class.

"well, to be honest i um...been experiencing some burn out and i really love this class i really do, it's just so much with college and work, i can't keep up." i say, twiddling my thumbs nervously.