[ PUNISHMENT PT.1 ; B.E. ]
⊹ ࣪ ˖ [ gf!billie x gf!reader ] :: billie had told adora to wait. not only did she not listen, but unfortunately got hurt in the process.
but some wrongdoings deserve a
⊹ ⊹ cw :: disobeying , falling from a semi-high surface, mentions of blood.
⋆.˚໑ a/n :: why is being aesthetic so FAWKING hard🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕
me and billie are having our once-a-month off days, where all we do is relax. forget about society, meetings, interviews, etc. although we usually just stay in bed all day.
we’re watching white chicks. my favorite :)
billie was lazily propped against the headboard while i lay between her legs, my head resting on her stomach, both hands on either leg, giving slow, absentminded strokes. billie returned the gesture, sometimes cupping my face and brushing her thumb across my cheek.
i started craving my usual snack, frozen strawberries. if you like frozen grapes, then i don’t wanna hear any judgement.
“baby,” i said, still watching the tv.
“hm?” she hummed, the vibration of it running right through me.
“i think i’m getting a bit hungry, so ima go get a snack,” i said, beginning to pick myself up to get off the bed. i heard billie smack her teeth the moment i got off her.
i bent down next to her, using one arm to keep me stable while the other cupped her face. “it’ll be quick baby, don’t worry,” i reassured her, letting out a small laugh. she looked at me with a soft smile on her face. “kiss please,” she said, poking her lips out. i closed the small gap between us, giving her a quick kiss. i turned around, walking to the door, making my way toward the kitchen.
i went to the freezer, grabbing my frozen strawberries. i searched the cabinets, looking for my favorite bowl i specifically use for this snack. it was a small gift—along with her hundred other ones—that she’d gotten me from a city she performed in on tour.
after a few minutes of searching, i ran back to the room. “billie!” i yelled, halfway to the room.
“yes, angel?” she yelled back, turning her head the moment she saw me at the door frame.
“do you know where my strawberry bowl is, by any chance?” i asked.
“oh shit, yea. i’ll get it for you, beautiful, let me use the bathroom real quick,” she said, starting to get up.
i groaned, knowing she could just tell me. “baby, just tell me,” i said eagerly. but it was too late—billie had already gone to the bathroom.
“wait for me!” i heard her from behind the door, her voice muffled.
wait for her? shes funny.
one thing about me is, i don’t have patience. so, i’m just gonna go look for the bowl myself. plus, she’s gonna take forever anyway, knowing her.
i made my way back to the kitchen. i checked the cabinets one more time, when i saw it.
no wonder she wanted to get it for me.
i saw the bowl all the way at the top of the cabinet—an area i couldn’t reach but billie could. she still wasn’t even back from the bathroom, and i just wanted to eat my fuck-ass strawberries, so…
i lifted myself onto the kitchen counter, keeping my balance as best as possible, carefully reaching for my bowl.
i grabbed the bowl, taking a step so i could get back down, when suddenly—
the last thing i felt was my foot
stepping on a napkin that must’ve been next to me, causing me to slip. i lost my balance and fell onto the cold tiled floor, taking my bowl down with me.
“fuck, ow!” i yelled, the pain immediate. i didn’t hesitate—i couldn’t even think straight with the adrenaline buzzing through me. i pushed myself up, ready to clean the mess, until i felt something wet under my feet. something that definitely wasn’t water.
i took a deep breath before looking down.
a semi-huge gash on my leg and my arm, dripping slow lines of blood.
a sharp pain shot through my body, forcing me down. i collapsed back onto the floor, curling into a tight ball against the cabinets, squeezing my eyes shut.
“billie!” i screamed, my voice cracking before it dissolved into sobs—most of the sound muffled by the way i’d folded into myself.
i heard quick footsteps and the bathroom door fly open. “baby?!” billie practically skidded into the kitchen, panic written all over her face. her hands hovered over me like she didn’t know where to touch first, scared she’d make it worse.
then i felt her arms wrap around me, pulling me gently but firmly off the floor. my body calmed the second she held me. she carried me over to the kitchen island and set me down carefully.
i opened my eyes as billie turned to a drawer, pulling out a small white box labeled first aid kit.
she walked back, placing the box beside my clean leg, opening it with a small click. she took out a travel-size alcohol bottle.
i put my head down with a small whimper. she noticed right away, sliding her index finger under my chin and lifting it gently, forcing me to look at her with my red, irritated eyes.
“baby, i know you don’t want to, but i don’t want it to get infected, ok?” she said, nodding a little as she tried to get me to agree.
“good girl.” she gave my chin a tiny shake before backing away from my face, removing her hand.
after billie finished cleaning the cuts on my arm and leg, she wrapped the last bit of bandage around me. “and done,” she said, patting my leg lightly like she was proud of her work and my bravery.
“you wanna go back to the room now?” she asked.
“yes please.” i held my hands out, and she laughed under her breath before lifting me up.
she set me down on the bed once we got there. billie climbed back into her spot, leaning against the headboard like she always does, then patted her lap for me to come over.
i settled between her legs, lying against her. she started running her fingers through my hair, nice and slow.
after some time, white chicks finally ended.
“you wanna take a nap, baby?” she asked.
“yes please,” i said, looking up at her for a second before moving off her lap and getting comfortable on the bed.
billie put on some random show just for background noise before sliding in behind me, spooning me without even thinking about it. she pressed a couple of small kisses to the side of my neck, then tucked her arm under my shirt, rubbing my stomach in slow, lazy circles.
the room got quiet, warm, and i felt myself drifting off pretty quickly after that.
coming soon…(will contain smut)
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