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based off a song i can't stop listening to

also if you don't like this yes you do

daddy's home - j.b.

The second Joe’s bag hit the floor, his hands were on you, gripping, pulling, claiming. The weeks apart had been too long, and you could feel it in the way his mouth devoured yours, messy and hungry.

“Been thinkin’ about this the whole damn time,” he growled against your lips, breath hot. His fingers slid under your shirt, dragging it up slowly just to hear the little gasp that left your throat. “Dreamed about you like this. Waited on it.”

You arched into him, desperate, tugging at his hoodie until he ripped it over his head. His skin was hot under your palms, his chest pressed flush to yours. When he finally yanked your shirt off and tossed it aside, his eyes lingered, dark and hooded, his tongue sweeping over his bottom lip.

“God, look at you,” Joe murmured, his voice low and filthy, hands sliding down your sides, grabbing at your thighs. He pushed them apart, settling between them, the heat of him pressed right against your core. You moaned at the contact, and he smirked, grinding slow, teasing. “That’s mine. All of it.”

Your fingers tangled in his curls, tugging hard enough to make him groan. “Then take it,” you whispered, needy.

That was all it took. He shoved his sweats down just enough, one hand still gripping your thigh as he slid into you. The stretch pulled a sharp cry from your lips, and his head dropped to your shoulder, teeth grazing your skin as he groaned your name.

“Fuck, so tight,” he muttered, hips rolling deep, deliberate. “Been starvin’ for you, baby.”

The pace was slow at first, almost cruel in how much he drew it out, his thrusts dragging every sound out of you he’d been craving. He kept one hand wrapped around your throat, not squeezing, just holding, reminding you who was in control. “Say it,” he demanded, eyes locked on yours.

“Daddy,” you gasped, body trembling under him.

His jaw clenched, thrusts turning harder, rougher. “That’s right. Daddy’s home.”

The rhythm built until the room was filled with the sound of skin against skin, your moans echoing off the walls, his deep groans spilling against your ear. He flipped you easily, pulling your hips back to meet him, his grip bruising as he drove into you from behind. Every thrust had you clawing at the sheets, your voice breaking into desperate pleas.

Joe leaned down, lips at your ear, his breath ragged. “You feel that? That’s me remindin’ you exactly who you belong to.”

The night stretched, bodies slick with sweat, tangled in twisted sheets, neither of you able to stop once you started. He worshipped you and ruined you in the same breath, kissing every inch of your skin, dragging out every sound you could make, until you collapsed against him, boneless and spent.

By dawn, you were curled against his chest, his arm locked tight around you. He pressed a kiss to your damp hair, his voice still rough but softer now.

“Worth every mile. Every damn night away,” he whispered, fingers stroking lazy circles on your hip.

Your lips curved into a weak smile, exhaustion pulling at you. “Don’t ever leave that long again.”

Joe chuckled, kissing your temple. “Can’t make promises. But I’ll always come home to you.”

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i have a blurb request!! Idk if this will make sense or be too a specific but i need a joe burrow blurb about him in a new ish relationship and she knows he doesn’t like people in his house or with him the day before the game so she stays at her place but he calls her one night before a game to come sleep in his bed because he misses her and sleeps better with her there 😭 I’m actually making myself sick over how cute just the request is

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i tried writing in 3rd person for like the first time ever so i'm sorry if its dookie from a butt. hope you love it <3

xoxo, kitt

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He wasn’t the type to let anyone in, especially not the night before a game. He liked his routine, his solitude—his space. It was easier that way. So when she offered to stay at her place the night before, like she always did, he didn’t hesitate to agree. He was used to being alone.

But tonight, his mind was restless. He tossed and turned, the silence of his apartment feeling louder than usual. The bed felt colder, emptier. He reached for his phone, debating, before finally dialing her number. His thumb hovered over the screen, and for a moment, he almost convinced himself to hang up. But instead, he hit “call,” and the sound of her voice, soft and warm, settled something in him.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” his voice was rougher than he expected, like he’d been awake for hours already. He paused, gathering his thoughts. “I know it’s... it’s late, but I—” He exhaled, not sure how to say it. “I miss you.”

There was a beat of silence on the other end of the line, and he could almost hear the confusion in her voice. “You miss me? You’re not even home for an hour, and you’re already calling me?”

He winced, guilt creeping in, but he couldn’t deny the truth. “Yeah. I... I don’t know. I just. It’s not the same without you. I can’t sleep. It’s like... everything’s off.”

She was quiet for a moment, and he feared he might’ve overstepped. Maybe she’d think he was weak or needy, breaking his own rules. But then she spoke, her voice low and comforting. “You really want me to come over?”

He heard the hesitation in her words. It was rare, this vulnerability between them, and it stung more than he expected.

“Yeah,” he admitted, closing his eyes. “I know it’s stupid. But... I just want you here. I sleep better when you’re with me.”

A silence stretched between them, but it wasn’t awkward, more like the air thick with unspoken understanding. Finally, she said, “Alright. I’ll be there in ten.”

When she arrived, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the door. He felt like an idiot for even asking, but at the same time, the ache inside him lessened just knowing she was on her way.

She entered quietly, her presence a soft but undeniable comfort. Without saying a word, she embraced him lightly, running her fingers through is hair as he exhaled into her chest. They slipped under the covers and the tension he was oozing melted as she nestled close. For a moment, he let himself feel the warmth of her body against his, something he hadn’t realized he needed until now.

“I told you, it’s not stupid,” she murmured, her breath warm on his chest. “You don’t have to do everything alone.”

He didn’t respond, too lost in the feeling of her being there. But in the quiet darkness, he finally allowed himself to admit what he hadn’t been able to say before: that he was starting to need her more than he was willing to admit.

And for the first time in a long while, he felt like he could breathe.

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this was written in like two mins sorry if its butt. i like it a lot tho!! sorry there's so many italics i love to be annoying.

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offside - j.b.

I don’t even remember walking into the room. I just remember the sound of our son laughing in the background. I remember my hands shaking. I remember the iPad, still open to the message that cracked my fucking heart in half.

"Last night was insane. You always ruin me." A winky face. A fire emoji. A woman who wasn’t me.

And there were more. So many more. DMs, saved photos, calendar reminders. Reminders. He scheduled his betrayals like he scheduled games. Like it was routine.

Meanwhile I was home with our babies. Our kids. The ones we swore we’d raise with love and loyalty and everything we never had growing up. I was up every night with our daughter while he was busy whispering into someone else’s skin. I was packing school lunches while he was unzipping dresses. I was covering for his absences with lies he made sound noble.

And the whole time, he was screwing around in hotel rooms on nights he told me he was watching film.

I stormed into the den. He looked up from the couch like I was just bringing him a snack. Just the good little wife.

“Who the fuck is Tasha?” I snapped, voice cracking. “Or Bri? Or the redhead from the Cincinnati hotel? Or the brunette in Miami? Pick one, Joe. Which lie do you want to die on today?”

His face dropped. “Y/N ”

“No. No. Don’t say my name like it still belongs to you.” I slammed the iPad in front of him. “Read it. Read the filth you’ve been hiding behind your good guy quarterback persona. Jesus, Joe. You didn’t even try to delete the evidence. You really thought I’d never look, didn’t you?”

“I can explain.”

“Explain what?” I was yelling now. My voice was shaking, my throat raw from the tears I wouldn’t let fall yet. “That while I was keeping your house together, keeping our kids alive, keeping your image spotless, you were out fucking anything that looked your way?”

He stood up, hands half-raised like that would calm me down.

“You humiliated me,” I whispered. “You burned our marriage to the ground. You didn’t just cheat on me, Joe. You made me a single parent while you played family man on Instagram and bachelor in every away city.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Bullshit!” I screamed. “You didn’t care if you hurt me. You chose this. Again. And again. And again. Don’t you dare stand there and pretend this was some mistake. You made a thousand tiny choices that led you here. You lied to my face while our daughter was clinging to my leg asking where Daddy was.”

His jaw locked. “It didn’t mean anything.”

My laugh came out broken and bitter. “It meant everything, Joe. Because you looked me in the eye and swore you loved me while your hands were all over someone else. You promised forever. We stood in front of our families. We said vows. I carried your children. I broke my body to bring them into this world. And you couldn’t even keep your dick in your pants.”

He took a slow step toward me. I stepped back like he was fire.

“I loved you so hard I forgot to love myself,” I said, my voice shaking. “I gave up parts of me for this life. For you. For us. I stayed when things got hard. I stayed through injuries and relocations and the nights when you barely remembered to call home. I believed in you. I believed in our family.”

Silence. The kind that buries everything.

“I don’t know who you are anymore,” I whispered. “Or maybe I do. Maybe this is who you’ve always been. And I just didn’t want to see it.”

“Y/N... please.”

I looked him dead in the eyes. “Don’t beg. Don’t pretend this marriage still means something to you now that I know the truth. You had a wife who loved you. Kids who adored you. A home. A real fucking life. And you threw it away for ego. For sex. For nothing.”

I could feel it then. The switch. The moment where love became grief, and grief became rage. I didn’t care if he cried. I didn’t care if he begged. The damage was done.

And then I turned around. Because if I stayed one second longer, I would’ve shattered.

Not just the silence. Not just the iPad.

Everything.

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prob gonna delete this!! my absolute first shot at writing smut even tho there's little to none omg . also my first time writing for billie!!! hope you guys like this cause i don't!

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hold on to something - b. e.

The room was dim, the only light spilling from the hallway casting a soft glow across Billie’s face as she leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Y/N with a look that could cut through steel.

“You’ve been teasing me all damn night,” Billie muttered, voice low, rough, and wrecked with want. “And now you’ve got nothing to say?”

Y/N shifted on the bed, thighs pressing together like it’d do anything to relieve the ache Billie’s gaze alone had stirred up. She bit her lip, but Billie was already crossing the room, pulling it free with her thumb.

“Uh-uh,” she said, eyes flicking to Y/N’s mouth. “Use your words, baby. You don’t get to be quiet now.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, pulse thundering in her ears. “I want you,” she whispered.

Billie smirked, dragging her nails lightly down Y/N’s bare thigh. “That’s a start. But you’re gonna have to be a hell of a lot clearer than that if you want me to keep going.”

A pause, thick with anticipation. Then—

“I want your mouth,” Y/N gasped. “I want your hands. I want you to ruin me.”

Billie’s grin turned feral. “Now that’s more like it.”

Billie’s fingers lingered on Y/N’s thigh, her touch light but commanding, like she knew exactly how far she could push before Y/N fell apart. The smirk was still on her lips, but her eyes had darkened, heat pooling in them like a storm just waiting to break.

Y/N reached up, grabbing Billie’s shirt to pull her closer. “I said I want you,” she said, voice shaking but sure. “Why are you still dressed?”

Billie chuckled low in her throat, leaning in so close her breath brushed against Y/N’s jaw. “Because I like watching you squirm for it,” she whispered, before finally capturing Y/N’s mouth in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and barely restrained hunger.

Clothes were a blur — peeled away, tugged off, tossed somewhere neither of them cared to track. Billie moved with the kind of slow confidence that made Y/N feel like she was being studied, unraveled. Hands skated across skin, claiming every inch like Billie had a right to it.

“Tell me what you want,” Billie murmured against her neck, biting just hard enough to leave a mark. “Use your words, baby.”

Y/N moaned, head tilting back, heart thundering in her chest. “I want your mouth on me. I want your hands. I want you to make me forget my name.”

“Good girl,” Billie growled, sliding down her body with a wicked grin. “Hold on to something.”

And Y/N did — the sheets, the edge of the bed, the sound of Billie’s voice echoing in her ears as she was touched, kissed, claimed. Every movement was deliberate, every breath stolen, every gasp pulled from her like a secret Billie already knew but wanted to hear anyway.

Time slipped, melted, disappeared.

When it was over, Y/N lay there, breathless, shaking, a sheen of sweat on her skin and Billie pressed against her side like she belonged there.

“You okay?” Billie asked, brushing damp hair from her forehead.

Y/N nodded, dazed.

“Good,” Billie murmured, kissing her slow this time. “You did so good for me, baby.”

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oh??? smut but without the smut sorry!!!!

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i feel like all my stuff sounds the same is that true yall can be honest anyways here's some shit from a butt for your wednesday morning!

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the truth about her - b.e.

The hum of the tour bus engine is the only sound that fills the small, cramped space. The usual chatter and laughter between Billie and Y/N are gone, replaced by a heavy silence. The night outside blurs into a dark canvas, and inside, the air between them feels thick, as if it's pressing down on both their chests.

Y/N shifts uncomfortably in her seat, casting quick glances at Billie, who seems to be staring blankly out the window. The tension has been building for hours now, ever since they’d run into Harper backstage. Billie had been so casual about it, introducing her with a smile that made Y/N’s stomach churn with unease.

Finally, Y/N can’t take it anymore.

"How long have you been lying to me?" Y/N’s voice comes out colder than she intended, but the words feel like a knife, sharp and urgent.

Billie’s body stiffens, her fingers instinctively gripping the edge of the seat. "It’s not like that, okay? Harper’s just a friend."

"A friend?" Y/N interrupts, standing up in the small aisle. "Really? A friend you used to date?" The anger starts to burn in her chest, an ache that she can’t ignore anymore. The truth hurts more than she expected.

Billie’s eyes flash with frustration, and she stands as well, finally turning to face Y/N. "I didn’t want to tell you, alright? It’s complicated. I didn’t want to bring it up. She’s from a long time ago, Y/N. We were over before this." she pauses "Before we even met."

"A long time ago?" Y/N scoffs, but the bitterness in her voice is unmistakable. "You didn’t think I’d find out? You didn’t think I’d feel like a complete idiot when I found out from her and not from you?" Y/N’s face is flushed with hurt, her hands trembling as she gestures toward Billie.

Billie runs a hand through her hair, clearly torn. "I didn’t know how to tell you," she admits softly. "I didn’t know how to explain it without making you feel like it was a bigger deal than it was. I didn’t want to ruin what we had, what we have now."

"You think this doesn’t matter?" Y/N’s voice cracks, and for a moment, she feels her heart breaking in her chest. "Of course it matters. You made me feel like I was some afterthought, like I was just supposed to ignore this big part of your past."

Billie’s expression softens, but she still struggles to find the right words. "I swear, Y/N. I didn’t mean for you to feel like that. I didn’t want to bring her into this, into us. It was stupid, I know. But I didn't want it to mess up what we have, because what we have means so much to me."

Y/N stops pacing, her chest rising and falling with each breath. She tries to steady herself, her emotions running wild. "Billie, you should’ve told me. No matter how complicated it was, no matter how hard it seemed. You can’t just hide things from me like that."

Billie’s face falls, and she steps closer, her voice almost pleading. "I know. I messed up. I’m sorry. I should’ve trusted you with the truth from the start."

For a long moment, Y/N stares at her, the weight of the conversation heavy in the air. She wants to stay angry, she wants to keep pushing Billie away, but the look in Billie’s eyes, vulnerable and full of regret, makes it hard to stay mad.

Finally, Y/N exhales, her shoulders sagging in defeat. "I’m hurt, Billie. You lied to me. And that sucks. But I know that you’re not the kind of person who would do that intentionally. I need to know you’re being honest with me. Always."

Billie steps forward, her hand reaching out slowly, almost hesitantly. "I will be. From now on. I promise." Her voice trembles with sincerity.

Y/N looks at dainty tattoo on her hand, then up into Billie’s eyes, searching for something, anything, that tells her Billie truly understands the gravity of what she’s done. Finally, Y/N takes her hand, squeezing it lightly. "I just don’t want to be second place, Billie. Not to anyone."

Billie’s lips tremble, and she steps in to pull Y/N into a tight hug, burying her face in her shoulder. "You’re not second place," she whispers. "You’re my priority. Always. I’m sorry I made you feel like that. I’ll make it right."

Y/N wraps her arms around Billie, holding her close, her heart still a little bruised but softened by the warmth of Billie’s embrace. "You’ve got a lot of making up to do," she teases lightly, her voice shaky but tinged with a smile.

Billie pulls back slightly, just enough to look into Y/N’s eyes, with a singular raised eyebrow "Oh really?" she let's out with a giggle.

Y/N smiles, a quiet chuckle escaping her despite everything. "Meet me in the shower in five."

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ugh I need some really good angst, I need something to cry for, can you make something about how H's and Y/N's relayionship is going down, something were she even left her country just to be with him but now he's barely there

sorry im just posting this. its literally been in the chamber for almost a MONTH. DON'T HATE ME!!!!

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half a world away - h. s.

I never thought I’d be here. I thought I’d be the one who stayed by his side through everything. But somewhere between the empty promises and the nights he wasn’t home, I realized how stupid I was to believe in this. To believe in us.

I left everything behind for him. My family, my country, my whole life—all of it, just so I could be with Harry. I told myself I was doing it for love, that love would make everything worth it. But love is a funny thing when it’s not being returned the same way. When you’re the only one trying to hold it together, the only one putting in the effort, while the other person fades away right in front of you.

At first, it was magic. Late-night talks, laughing in bed until we fell asleep, mornings full of promises and plans. But now? Now, I barely recognize him. He’s hardly ever here, and when he is, it’s like he’s a stranger to me. It’s like I’m waiting for a man who’s already gone, and I don’t even know who’s left in his place.

Tonight, he came home late. I had already given up waiting for him, but I couldn’t sleep. Not when the room felt empty without him. Not when I was beginning to realize how much longer I’d been holding onto something that was slipping through my fingers.

I heard the door open and close, and the rhythmic sound of his keys jangling as he made his way down the hallway. For a second, I considered pretending to be asleep. But I couldn’t. Not anymore.

I turned over in bed, my heart pounding in my chest as I saw him standing there, looking just as tired and broken as I felt.

“You’re home late,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, but it cracked anyway. I couldn't hide the hurt in my voice. I wasn’t even trying anymore.

He dropped his bag on the floor with a soft thud and walked to the edge of the bed. I didn’t look at him right away. I was scared that if I did, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from crying.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, but his voice was distant, like it didn’t even matter. “I had some work to finish up.”

“I don’t care about your work, Harry,” I said, finally turning to face him. I didn’t care anymore if my voice shook. “I care about you being here. But you’re never here. You haven’t been for so long. I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

His eyes flickered to mine, but it wasn’t the way he used to look at me. There was no warmth in them. No spark. Just emptiness.

“I am here,” he said, almost defensively, but there was no real conviction behind the words. “I’m doing the best I can, okay? I’m working my ass off for us. For our future.”

“Is that what this is about?” I asked, my chest tightening. “You think all I want is a future, Harry? Is that what you really think? I want you. Right here. Right now.” I gestured around the room, the silence between us suffocating. “But you’re never here. I’ve been waiting for you for months, and every time you come back, it’s like I’m just a stranger you used to love.”

His jaw tightened, and I saw the flicker of guilt cross his face, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough anymore.

“I didn’t ask you to leave everything behind for me, Y/N,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “I never asked you to drop your whole life just to be with me. But I’ve got responsibilities, I’ve got commitments. I can’t just be there every second, no matter how much I want to.”

“And what about me?” I snapped, sitting up now, my heart pounding painfully in my chest. “What about the fact that I left everything for you? I didn’t ask for your fame, or your commitments, or your career. I asked for you. Just you.”

“I’m here, okay?” he said, his voice rising with frustration, though it wasn’t directed at me. It was like he was trying to convince himself. “I am here when I can be. I can’t give you everything you want, Y/N. I can’t just drop everything, all the time. I don’t even know what you want from me anymore.”

I felt the tears welling up, but I refused to let them fall. I had already cried too many times, over too many empty promises, too many broken moments.

“You don’t even see it, do you?” I whispered, my throat tight. “I didn’t want everything. I didn’t want your career or your fame. I didn’t want your life. I wanted ours. But you don’t even see me anymore. You don’t see what it’s doing to me, the way you’re slipping away from me, piece by piece. I’m not asking for the world, Harry. I’m just asking for you to look at me like I matter. But you don’t. You don’t even care.”

I stood up, the weight of his indifference crashing down on me. My heart ached in a way that was almost unbearable.

“I can’t keep doing this,” I said, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I can’t keep holding on when you’ve already let go. I’m done, Harry. I can’t keep waiting for someone who doesn’t even want me here.”

There was a long silence, and for a second, I thought he might say something, anything to stop me. But when he finally spoke, his words cut deeper than anything he’d said before.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, but it felt empty. “I didn’t want this to happen.”

I shook my head, tears streaming down my face now. “But it’s already happened, Harry. You were never here when I needed you. And now... now it’s too late.”

I grabbed my bag that I had pre-packed from the corner of the room, trying to hold it together as I turned to walk out. It was almost as if my feet were moving without me asking. Just guiding me to where my heart and soul could be at peace. But before I reached the door, I heard him call my name.

“Y/N,” his voice cracked, desperation rising in it. “Don’t go.”

But I didn’t stop.

“I’m already gone Har”

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requests are open of course. sorry for this being shit from a butt.

i love yall!!!!!!!!

xoxo, kitt

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happy monday!! decided to completely ignore the poll asking ab writing for billie so here's more joe burrow angst!!

didn't proof read :)

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couldn't make it any harder - j.b.

Picking up Carter from school wasn’t the hard part. A divorce for a 5 year old isn’t as simple as I thought it would be. He was quiet in the car. Legs swinging from his car seat and eyes trained on the trees that sped past the backseat window.

Eventually, we pulled into the driveway of Joe’s new home.

Carter unbuckled himself from his seat and grabbed his overnight bag from the seat beside him all the while hesitantly hopping down out of the car.

“I’ll pick you up from school on Monday okay Car? But you're gonna be with daddy this weekend.”

He just nodded in response, no words.

“Are you okay bud? Tell mommy why you’re upset.” I attempted to coax an answer out of him, but I wasn’t successful, he just continued to nod in response to my questions.

I came to a stop at the top of the steps leading to Joe’s front door. Bending down to the toddlers level, I again attempted to get a response from him.

“Baby, what’s wrong? You can tell mommy.” I whispered.

“I- I just wish you and daddy were still in love. It makes me sad when I can’t see you guys at the same time.” A steady stream of tears began to run down his cheeks as his nose became a light shade of pink, followed by occasional sniffles.

“Baby I still love your daddy a lot, and he loves me. We just don’t get along as well as we used to.” I said trying to console him.

“Then why can’t you guys be in love in the same house? It makes my heart hurt.”

Just as I was about to respond Joe swung open his front door, I’m assuming he was watching us from one of his windows, always was nosey.

“Hey Bug! I missed you so much!” Joe said with a huge smile on his face. Immediately lighting up.

The two hug for what feels like forever, leaving me to stand up from my awkward I’m-just-trying-to-help-my-son-don’t-judge-me position.

“Here, hug your mom and then go inside, I have lunch waiting for you.” Joe said through a smile.

Carter embraced me briefly, barely letting me get a quick kiss on the cheek before he ran inside.

I spoke first.

“So I’ll pick him up form school Monday. That sound okay?” I managed to breathe out before he could say anything.

“Y/N.”

“Yes?” I responded with a confused tone to try and distract myself from how much I actually missed him.

“Can we talk about us?”

“There’s honestly nothing to talk about.” I fired back.

“There is though. I love you, I really do. And I know there’s no way that Carter is taking this well. For fucks sake Y/N I told you I’ll change. I’ll do anything for us to be a family again, I miss what we had. I miss seeing you everyday and God I miss Carter. He deserves better. I don’t think I can explain to you how much I love you.”

I really hated when Joe did things like this. Things like spill his feelings when he knows he has the upper hand. It was unfair, but it was different this time. I wasn’t going to let him take advantage of my vulnerable state.

“I understand that you want to be a family, Joe. I want that too. But we don’t work anymore. You don’t have to remind me that we’re in love, I’m reminded of it enough every time I look at Carter. But being in love doesn’t fix everything. I have to go okay? Call me if Carter needs anything.” I turned around and headed back to my car as Joe just stood on his porch silently, no longer pleading for a second chance.

By the time I was seated, he was no longer outside.

Things were gonna be different. But they couldn’t be worse than this. Only better.

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okay i promise the next work will be for billie don't jump me!!!

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xoxo, kitt

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i cooked w this one here's a lil billie blurb so yall can RELAX. sorry if it got too sad omg that wasn't my goal

muah

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control - b. e.

one look.

You were so set on saying no but the voice in your head that always spoke when you needed assistance whispered “say yes”, so you did. And now you were in her car, going god knows where.

She was so focused on his driving, only looking away from the road to catch you staring at her. You couldn’t help yourself. The sun was setting and the angle of its rays hit her in such a way there was nothing to convince you to look way.

There’s something special about the way the sun lights up her eyes. Those of a kid on Christmas morning couldn’t compare. You were sure that if all light was to seemingly diminish, there wouldn’t be darkness, because her eyes are just so god damn bright.

“Billie, tell me you love me.”

Her trained eyes quickly diverted from the road and to you, convoyed by a confused look on her face, her beautiful face.

“Y/N, of course I love you. In fact, I don’t think I’ll ever stop.” She spoke as she removed one of her hands from the steering wheel and placed it on your thigh.

You froze, completely taken back by her words.

She was so perfect and you couldn’t handle it. You really didn’t want to show how broken you were around her, but all of that flew out the window when you let your insecurities take control. You were weak and she knew it. She still had control over you and she fucking knew it.

It was her eyes. Any other shade of blue and you would have been okay. But that prolonged moment of held eye contact shattered any piece of strength that you had rebuilt.

You were drowning in the current of her ocean eyes.

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