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prompt: you're hungry and wakes billie up to go get you some food.
warnings: constant food changes
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you rolled around, and again, and again. and still you're stomach seemed to ache for some food. yet, whenever you tried to get up, your brain constantly scolded you for moving a muscle. you were so sleepy yet so hungry.
you exhaled annoyed, before turning your head to look at your sleeping girlfriend, billie. you thought about what would happen if you tried to wake her up. what was your fate at this moment? death? torture? both?
but your stomach growled louder, scaring you. you sighed and rolled your body onto billie. as you were straddled around her, you played with her face as if it was play-dough so she could wake up.
"stop it." billie whispered in a stern voice. you inhaled nervously. death. torture. or both.
but you were still starving.
and if you didn't eat, you couldn't have any sleep at all. the thought of the crispy chocolate chip cookies downstairs filled your mind. the way they smell, like fresh chocolate of course. and the way they'd crumbled into your mouth. or how they melted into your taste buds.
okay that was it. you needed food.
you bent down to billie, so your face was just 1 centimeter from hers.
you bought your lips to hers, giving her a quick peck before sitting back up and continuing to play with face, and her sleep wear.
billie groaned as she slowly started to wake up.
once she did, she was not very happy.
"what the hell is wrong with you? it's 5am for christ sake." billie said unhappily and pushing you off her so she could lay on her elbow to talk to you.
"billie." you breathed. billie raised her eyebrows in confusion and clearly impatience.
"i'm hungry." you said rubbing billie's waist. billie mouthed slightly opened to say something, but she closed it and rolled her eyes.
billie then got out of bed and went downstairs, later coming up with a box full of strawberries and potato chips.
she sat them on your lap and cut on the TV. "you're such a dickhead, y/n."
