FOREVER - a billie eilish fanfiction by nevergotthatferrari_

FOREVER - a billie eilish fanfiction by nevergotthatferrari_

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Jackson didn't come here to be known - she came to disappear. New apartment. Closed doors. No more questions. But then there's Billie. Tattoo artist. Gentlest soul. The kind of girl who laughs loudly, listens quietly, and makes you feel seen without even trying. Jackson isn't planning on letting anyone in - but Billie is the kind of person her whole heart aches to never let go. ₊˚⊹☆ HEYY yall this is my first ever fanfiction omg?? im actually soo excited! and i js wanted to let you know that i put A LOT of thought and heart into this, this is supposed to be more than a fanfiction, and its not focused on sm*t (which is something that rlly bothered me about other fanfics) i tried my absolute best to capture billies character the way she is irl and to make this over all not corny and authentic. okayy so now enjoy and dont be impatient billie appears for the first time at the end of the first chapter!! ilyyy <3333
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When I met her, I fell in love with her smile. With her laugh, which she gave so free and loud, or soft and breathy in my ear. I'd fallen in love with her hands as they traced the air in front of my favorite paintings. With her fingertips as they braided her soft black hair. I'd fallen in love with her icy blue eyes, the dimple in her cheek, the smell of her spicy sweet perfume at the hollow of her throat, poisonous to me. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lucy Stewart is a textile artist in love with art of all kinds, but especially those that play on dark emotions. While sitting in a museum one evening, one of her very favorite such artists steps into her life. Together, they will create an art form neither of them have yet to experience alone... **New parts published on Wednesdays and Saturday's** CONTAINS: graphic consensual sex, language, kink Trigger warnings will be listed at the top of each chapter (there won't be many)

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