about me: hi my loves!!<3 my name is dessa, i’m 19 years old, i’m an aries, and i’m a full time college student!
what do i write?: angst & fluff are my favorites, but i also write hurt/comfort & smut.
who do i write for?: billie eilish, young miko, spencer reid, natasha romanoff, robin buckley, eddie munson, wednesday adams
what won’t i write?: i do not write anything that has to do with the reader being pregnant, adopting kids, or being any kind of parental figure. i also currently only write for female reader.
fic prompts here
masterlist:
billie eilish:
[on hiatus] 10 things i hate about you- ch1 , ch2 , ch3
a/n: this is short but i love young miko and that gap ad campaign has been living rent free in my mind the past week. also ignore if my spanish is off i may or may not have used google translate for it all… anyways enjoy<3
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“y entonces le dije que se fuera a la mierda!” everyone in the room began to erupt with laughter at the conclusion of the story— well everyone except for you. you found yourself nervously smiling, trying to pretend you understood any of what was said.
you and maría, aka young miko, started dating a few months ago and everything was perfect. you loved learning all about her life, her music, and her culture. some days you felt bad about not being able to understand her first language- a wave of guilt washing over you anytime she responded in spanish and had to take a moment to translate it to english. over time you started to pick up certain words she used on a regular basis, but you still felt bad regardless.
last week maría asked if you would want to meet some of her friends, and obviously you said yes. what you didn’t know was how out of place you’d feel. you were the only person in the room who didn’t speak spanish. at first it didn’t bother you. their conversations started out as a mix of spanish and english, and you were able to keep up just fine. the longer you were there, the less english they spoke. after a while the conversation was flowing so fast you couldn’t even attempt to keep up.
the sound of your name snaps you out of thought. you look over at one of miko’s friends, mariana. “a qué te dedicas?” it was clear she asked you a question- but you had no idea what she had said. your face starts to feel hot as you nervously smile and glance over at your girlfriend. “she asked what you do for work, mi amor” you were grateful maría was quick to come to your rescue. before you were able to respond, another one of her friends spoke up. “no español eh? lo siento y/n, we just assumed you spoke since you’re goin out with vicky.” you knew their words had no malicious intent, but you couldn’t stop the dread filling in your stomach.
a couple hours went by and it was finally time to leave. you could not get to the car fast enough. the car was filled with silence as miko drove home, resting a tattooed hand on your knee. after pulling into the driveway of maría’s house, she stopped you before you could exit the car. “is everything okay mami? you seem.. down” the feeling of her thumb rubbing your knee softly made your heart melt. words seemed to fail you as you just stared at the hand comforting you. it wasn’t until her warm hand cupped your cheek that you snapped out of the trance. “talk to me baby” her eyes were filled with concern, and you couldn’t say no to those eyes. “i just..feel guilty i can’t speak spanish..”
her brows furrowed at her statement, causing you to try and pull away- but of course she’d never let you go that easy. “mi corazón, why on earth would you feel guilty?” the hand that wasn’t on your face moved to intertwine with your own. “that does not matter to me. it doesn’t make me love you any less. i love being able to share my culture with you, and teach you new things. you’re absolutely perfect for me mami, i wouldn’t change a thing.” your cheeks turned pink before she leaned over and placed a soft, meaningful kiss apon your lips. “thank you, te amo.” miko smiled at your use of the phrase. “te amo, baby. now cmon, let’s go cuddle.”
to be honest tho i’ve just been on and off depressed & have had a severe lack of motivation to write. i do miss it tho so i will be making a come back!
billie gets rough with you whenever you eat her out
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billie had you on your knees the second she burst through the door, with her hands in your hair and your mouth savoring her pussy. she was eager to get what she wanted from you as soon as she was on the way home, sending you slick texts throughout her day about how she was craving your touch and how she was already soaking through her panties.
“yeah mama fuck- let me use that pretty mouth of yours, y’don’t even gotta think just lemme fuck y’mouth.” she says through her teeth. loud grunts fill the room as she continues to dig your face into her cunt, using you just as she said.
it got to the point where you couldn’t take it anymore, you needed her just as much and she needed you. you resorted to her bulky shoe, slowing grinding yourself on it while licking her arousal from the corner of your lips.
you rested your face against her thigh to try and catch your breath while mindlessly still humping her shoe. “oh look at you, poor baby. you really that desperate just from eating my pretty cunt sweetheart?” her grip tightens in your hair and she drags your face closer to her pussy. “who said you could do that huh? tell me.” your face turns a bright red and you shy away, trying not to embarrass yourself even more.
“go ahead baby, hump my shoe like a desperate little girl.” before you get back to work she wraps her hand around your jaw, “and y’better not come before i do.”
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umm short billie blurb that was forgotten and half written so i finished it on a whim !!
there was no one else in the world billie wanted by her side at the grammys, except you. you were her best friend, through thick and think, through bad boy/girlfriends, through awkward phases, through everything.
and that takes a toll… on your heart. in secret, billie had been falling more and more in love with you over the last year. she’d always loved you more than a “normal” friend did, and you felt the same. you both chalked it up to being platonic soulmates, and went along your ways.
but not for billie.
you were heaven on earth for her; so much more than sleepovers, and early brunch’s on saturday’s, and pizza nights during the week. she wanted you all day everyday. which lead you here:
the after parties were thrilling, but draining leaving both you and billie ready to change into pajamas and go to bed. you already were sleeping over at billie’s place, but now even more billie wasn’t going to let you go home as you snoozed peacefully on her shoulder, in the back of her drivers car.
or so she thought.
you closed your eyes a few minutes ago, but the noise and bumps of the road wouldn’t let you fully sleep. so you just enjoyed the comfort of your friend, and rested your eyes.
thinking you were knocked out, billie pulled out her phone, heart bursting and unable to wait to update her group chat.
billie: guys…
odessa: CONGRATS ON THE GRAMMY BITCHHH!!!
quen: grammys redemption arc giving hmhas what is deserves
billie: thank you, thank you… but GUYS
billie: she’s asleep..
billie: on my shoulder..
billie: right. now.
odessa: WHAT
odessa: proof or ur lying
quen: why tf would she lie about this after winning a grammy
quen: ANYWAYS
quen: is she really??
billie: yes dudeee😭 she just put her little head down like 10 minutes ago and knocked out
billie: i can’t fucking do this she’s so cute and she’s gonna want to be all sweet and snuggle later
odessa: and that’s a problem with you becauseeee??
quen: LOLLL
billie: no, no it’s not a problem.
‼️ quen: dude if u don’t kiss her tonight i’m rescinding my friendship
odessa: odessa emphasized a message
billie: oh my god the drama
quen: ur telling me u DON’T want to kiss her?? u only tell me about fifteen times a week how badly u want to but all of a sudden u don’t??
billie: STOP
billie: of course i wanna kiss her😭 i wanted to kiss her the second they said my name and she was standing before i even knew what was happening
billie: bsfr, i’ve wanted to kiss her for a yearrr now
you had to hide the way your breath hitched as you read that last text.
she wanted to kiss you too.
pretending you were just stirring in your sleep for a moment, you nuzzled into her shoulder more and linked your arm around hers, resting your other hand on her bicep.
billie: omfg she’s gonna kill me
billie: she woke up for like half a second and cuddled herself around me
billie: *sent an image
quen: YESSSS
quen: it’s what the people want atp
odessa: BROOOO if u don’t shoot ur shot tonight ill do it for u
odessa: and that’s a threat.
odessa: i’ve got her number on speed dial.
billie: ALRIGHTTTTT alright enough😂
billie: i’ll see what i can do tonight.
billie: if she just wants to sleep tho, imma let her sleep‼️
quen: so chivalrous of u
odessa: just do what feels right. if nothing happens, then nothing happens. butttttt just trust us, that something probably should happen tonight
billie: what if it fucks everything up? she’s my best friend
quen: it’s not gonna fuck things up
odessa: trust us bitch. tell us everything in the morning
billie shut her phone off, just in time as the driver pulled into her driveway, waiting a moment for the gate to close and lock behind them.
“hey,” she nudged your shoulder lightly as to not startle you. “we’re home.”
you mumbled something, stirring before opening your eyes a bit and taking in your surroundings.
“u sleep okay?” billie chuckled, unbuckling her seatbelt and starting to step out the door.
“yeah, yeah,” you responded, rolling your eyes.
billie held out her hand for you to take as you exited the vehicle making your heart skip a beat.
“so chivalrous,” you teased, squeezing her hand. “can we snuggle when we go to bed?” you wrapped your arm around hers once again, proving her earlier thought correct.
billie took a deep breath, trying to hide her nerves.
“whatever u want, cutie,” she replied. she leaned over to kiss your temple, as you two made your way down the rest of her driveway and into the rest of your relationship, waiting just inside billie’s house.
i’ve gotten a few asks and a few dms asking about the space between stars so i figured i’d post to clear some things up!
i have been going through a bit of a dry spot when it comes to writing so that partly why it’s been taking so long. not only that, but i also am a full time college student who is currently going through the finals process!!
the series will most certainly be continued to its completion. i have about 3 more chapters planned out that should finish up the series. thank you so much for all of the love and support ive been getting along with the patience!!! 🥹🫶
i’ll be trying to push the next chapter out within the next week!! 😚
i have yet to write any smut here on tumblr but if smut requests pop in my inbox i’m def willing to write!!!
also sorry for my hiatus i have had crazy writers block.. trying to finish up the space between stars has been a challenge but i promise you guys im working on it 🥹
feel free to fill my inbox with any sort of requests in the mean time!!!!
a/n: inspired by a mix of my own emotions, the male fantasy music video, and waiting room by pheobe bridgers.
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they say that grief comes in stages. first comes denial, followed by anger. the bargaining stage is the odd one before depression, and finally, acceptance. the concept of these stages weighs heavy on you as you watch the fan turn slowly above the bed. it felt almost as if your mind and this fan had a lot in common, moving in a circle over and over again. how could idea of grief weigh so heavy if there wasn’t a thing for you to grieve over?
the bed felt suffocating. blankets and pillows and stuffed animals swarmed you. laying in bed felt like a trap, an endless void, yet most days it was hard for you to even leave it. the house was cold. you felt the chill beneath your feet as you stood, pulling yourself from the beds iron grip. every day felt stationary. empty. you glance out the window to see only one car in the drive way. she left without saying goodbye again.
it seemed every thing you did annoyed billie, upset billie, frustrated billie. and it started feeling like everything billie did upset you in turn. fighting too felt routine. you’d fight, ignore each other, have make up sex, and leave the problem unspoken. it happened more often then it should. you knew this- but wouldn’t say a word.
“all im saying is that not everything has to be a fight billie.”
“and all im saying is that im not fighting with you.”
“you always have to make a comment after everything i say- why can’t it ever just be an ‘okay’?!”
tsk. “okay.”
the sex only made you feel better for a few quick moments before it was over, and reality would set back in. you couldn’t understand. billie was the picture perfect girlfriend 4 years ago. all your friends loved her, family adored her. she took you on dates, bought you flowers, made an effort. she made you so happy. now that you were nearing on your 5 year anniversary, you wondered if you were still happy.
a blind person could see how unhappy you were. it was obvious. but you still made excuses. there was a lot going on right now. billie was stressed out, drowning in work, going through her own emotions. you couldn’t bother her with your feelings. you couldn’t tell her about how you were going through one of the hardest depressions you’ve ever faced. it wasn’t her job to fix you.
it wasn’t just the lack of romance that started to get to you. it was also the fact that the two of you could just never agree to anything. the disagreements ranged between what to have for dinner, to whether or not to have kids. now your friends that loved her, often told you to leave her.
“she’s an asshole to you, y/n.”
“you’re clearly not happy girl, just break up with her.”
“billie isn’t good for you- you need to leave her.”
they weren’t wrong, but it still hurt. when they pictured billie, they saw the girl who had you crying every night. the girl who fought with you over text while you were out. the girl who dismissed your feelings when you tried to bring them up. when you pictured billie, you saw the girl you fell in love with when you were just 18. it was scary to admit that maybe she just wasn’t that girl anymore.
the sound of keys at the door made you look up. billie walked in with a huff, peeling her coat and headphones off before she made eye contact with you. “hey.” left her lips as she walked by, smiling at you in passing.
apart of you wanted to jump into her arms and kiss her and ask her about her day, but you knew better by now. your relationship wasn’t like that anymore. “what’s up with you?” billie seemed to have noticed your desolate expression.
“i’m not happy.” words fell from your lips without thought. billie looked at you curiously from across the room. “not happy about what?” your silence further confused her so she came closer to you. “was it the fight? look y/n we can just—.” she stopped speaking once she saw the tears in your eyes.
“i’m not happy anymore- this isn’t making me happy anymore.” you gestured to the two of you and billie eyes widened as she realized the complexity of your statement. “i know things haven’t been easy lately but..” her hands began to fidget at her side. “we’re always fighting. or fucking. it’s not healthy. i can’t- i can’t do this anymore.”
and just like that, it clicked. your mind wasn’t thinking of grief for no reason. it was preparing you for the loss of your relationship.
