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[jassy2uall]

“Sugar, Spice, and Zero Self-Control”

Billie Eilish x Black fem Reader!

Sequel to “Heat of the Moment”

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It had been exactly one week since the infamous Hot Ones video, and your tongues were still slightly traumatized. Billie insisted she could still taste Da Bomb in her dreams.

So, naturally, tonight’s chaos had a theme: Dessert Blind Taste Test, but with vibes only. No rules. No scoring. Just sweet snacks, big opinions, and two of the internet’s favorite YouTubers ready to stir the pot.

“Okay, cameras rolling!” Claudia called from behind her phone tripod. Her glitter nails sparkled as she pressed record.

You clapped dramatically. “What’s up, sugarplums! It’s your girl Y/N, and we are live from the comfort of our post-Hot Ones trauma recovery suite—aka mine and Billie’s living room!”

Billie lounged on the couch beside you in a hoodie twice her size, eyes on the dessert table like a starving raccoon. “There better be Oreos, or I’m rioting.”

“You picked half the desserts, babe.”

“Exactly. And I have trust issues.”

Finneas walked in holding a tray of vegan whipped cream shots. “Someone say trust issues?”

Claudia followed with her own camera in hand. “Alright, sweethearts, welcome to Claudia’s Kitchen of Chaos, featuring my boyfriend, who eats with the same intensity he produces music.”

You snorted. “You mean overly dramatic and always in slow motion?”

Finneas gasped. “I feel personally attacked.”

The four of you sat on the massive white carpet Billie insisted was “a vibe,” with the table of mystery desserts in the middle. Blindfolds ready, matching pajamas on, and chaotic energy fully activated.

Round One: Mystery Cupcake Mayhem

“Okay,” Claudia said, tying your blindfold on. “You’ll each get one bite. Guess the flavor.”

“Loser kisses the winner,” you added with a smirk. “House rule.”

Billie leaned over and whispered in your ear. “Babe, even if I win, I’m losing. You’re getting that kiss regardless.”

You smiled so wide your blindfold shifted.

“Focus!” Claudia scolded. “This is serious food journalism.”

One by one, you each bit into a mystery cupcake. Billie’s was a vegan chocolate lavender creation. Yours was a rich buttercream vanilla with caramel center.

Finneas made a face. “This tastes... deceitful.”

Billie groaned. “What is that? Banana? Cardboard?”

You guessed, “Lemon lavender?”

Claudia revealed the card. “Wrong. It was chamomile honey with a vegan marshmallow swirl for Billie, and yours was brown sugar toffee with a custard core.”

“Who hurt you?” Billie asked.

“I’m unpredictable,” Claudia replied.

Round Two: Cookie Roulette

Blindfolds off, but now you had to pick a cookie without looking at the ingredient list.

Billie grabbed one shaped like a tiny bear. “This looks safe.”

She bit it. Her face dropped. “WHY IS THIS SPICY?!”

“Wait, what?” You bit your cookie—a regular chocolate chunk with sea salt—and raised your brows. “Mine’s amazing.”

Claudia cackled. “Only Billie’s was a chili chocolate vegan cookie. Yours was good ol’ butter and regret.”

“THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SAFE SPACE,” Billie yelled, downing almond milk.

You held her hand. “Want me to avenge you with a kiss?”

Billie dramatically fell into your lap. “Only love can cure betrayal.”

You kissed her forehead. “I got you.”

Round Three: Donut Detectives

You and Billie went first. Blindfolds back on. Finneas placed a bite-sized donut in each of your hands.

Billie’s was a chai maple vegan old-fashioned. Yours was a chocolate glazed with extra dairy and zero apologies.

“Mmm,” Billie hummed. “This one’s good. Like... cinnamon toast cereal but bougie.”

“Agreed,” you said through a mouthful. “Is this... brown butter something?”

Claudia grinned. “Close. Billie’s was chai maple. Yours was brown butter chocolate ganache from Randy’s Donuts downtown.”

You high-fived blindly and hit Billie in the nose. “Oops.”

“Violence in victory,” Billie muttered.

Your next question card was from your YouTube fans. You read it aloud. “To Billie: what’s your favorite Y/N song?”

Billie perked up, brushing powdered sugar from her hoodie. “Ooh. That’s hard. But I’d say ‘Velvet Hour.’ That song feels like kissing in the dark.”

“Awwww,” Claudia said from behind the camera. “Someone’s getting lucky later.”

Finneas held up a sign that read PG-13, please.

Round Four: Ice Cream Lightning Round

The rules? Try each spoonful blind, shout out the flavor, and if you’re wrong—no dessert for the next round.

Billie was instantly suspicious. “Wait, y’all are trying to take away dessert?”

You nodded. “High stakes, baby.”

Finneas went first. “Mint chip.”

Correct.

Claudia followed. “Black sesame.”

Correct.

You took a bite. “Strawberry cheesecake!”

“WRONG!” Claudia yelled. “It’s guava passionfruit. NO ICE CREAM FOR YOU.”

You collapsed dramatically on Billie’s lap.

“I live in betrayal,” you moaned.

She spooned you some of hers—vegan coconut cookie dough. “You’ll always have mine.”

“You’re forgiven.”

Finneas squinted at his card. “Next question for Billie... which one of your unreleased songs is about Y/N?”

Billie smiled shyly. “Nice try.”

You grinned. “No answer means... spicy cookie penalty?”

Billie took a deep breath and grabbed one. “Worth it.”

Claudia applauded. “Commitment!”

Round Five: The Final Dessert—Blindfold Cake Painting

Each couple was handed a mini cake, blindfolds on, and piping bags ready.

Billie whispered, “I literally have no artistic talent.”

You kissed her cheek. “Just feel the sugar, babe.”

Five chaotic minutes later, the blindfolds came off.

Your cake looked like a cartoon heart had melted in a microwave. Billie’s half said “Y/N 4Ever” in slightly cursed pink icing.

Finneas and Claudia’s cake had an accidental smiley face with one eye.

“Well,” Claudia announced, “we’ve created... edible abstract art.”

Finneas took a photo. “This is going on the fridge.”

Billie pulled you into her lap again. “We should sell this design. Limited edition.”

You beamed. “We could call it ‘Love Is Blind... But Delicious.’”

Wrap-Up:

You all sat on the couch afterward, sugar-drunk and laughing.

Finneas and Claudia were snuggled in the corner, her legs thrown over his lap while they scrolled through fan questions.

You rested your head on Billie’s shoulder. “This was the most fun I’ve ever had with whipped cream and betrayal.”

She kissed the top of your head. “You’re the only person I’d suffer spicy cookies for.”

“Same, honestly.”

Finneas yelled from the other couch. “Okay, couple of the year. Save some serotonin for the rest of us.”

Claudia elbowed him. “Let them have their moment. We’ll have ours later when I force you to eat glitter cake.”

He looked panicked. “That’s not edible.”

“It is now.”

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Claudia turned her camera back on. “Alright, fam. That wraps our Dessert Blind Taste Test of Doom. Comment below who you think had the best cake—don’t lie, it was obviously me.”

You winked at the camera. “Subscribe for more chaos, more sugar, and maybe more unhinged challenges with your faves. And remember—love is sweet, but dessert is sweeter.”

Billie whispered, “I’m sweeter.”

You grinned. “Facts.”

Cue outro music. The screen faded to bloopers of Billie licking icing off your nose, Claudia throwing a spoon at Finneas, and all four of you screaming over spicy cookies again.

[jassy2uall]

- Heat of the Moment

Billie Eilish x Black fem Reader!

Word Count: 2,200

Warnings: Fluff, cuteness, Billie being the sweetest girlfriend ever, Finneas being Finneas 😂

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The Hot Ones set was stripped down for a private taping—no Sean Evans this time, no crew banter, no celebrity press tour. Just three chairs. A ring light. Two trays of increasingly lethal wings—vegan for Billie, regular for you—and a third off to the side where Finneas sat, sipping almond milk like an innocent bystander.

You adjusted your mic and grinned at the camera. “What’s up, fam? It’s your girl Y/N back with a special edition of Fire With Flames, and today, I’m sitting across from global pop icon, Grammy magnet, my childhood bestie—and my girl—Billie freakin’ Eilish!”

Billie gave the camera a cheeky wink. “This was a terrible idea.”

“And,” you said dramatically, gesturing to your left, “lurking in the corner like a proud soccer dad, her partner in crime, producer extraordinaire, and older brother—Finneas!”

Finneas gave a sheepish wave. “I’m just here to witness the carnage.”

The three of you laughed as the cameras rolled. You and Billie turned toward your trays—each wing sauced to match the Hot Ones lineup, complete with the infamous Last Dab waiting at the end like a final boss.

“Alright,” you said, rubbing your hands together. “We start light. Billie, you ready?”

“No,” she said. “But I love you, so let’s suffer together.”

Wing One – The Classic Hot Sauce

You both bit in—easy, tangy heat.

Billie nodded. “Okay. This is nice. A soft betrayal.”

You flipped the first question card.

“Billie, let’s talk music. Which of your songs do you think people misunderstand the most?”

Billie licked her fingers thoughtfully. “Hmm… probably ‘Male Fantasy.’ Everyone thinks it’s only about relationships, but really, it’s also about disillusionment—like realizing the world sells us fake ideas of what we’re supposed to feel, especially as women.”

Finneas nodded behind her. “Yup. She wrote that one in, like, thirty minutes. She was going through it.”

“Okay, deep,” you said, impressed. “So now it’s my turn?”

Wing Two – Los Calientes Verde

Sweet, citrusy. The heat crept in like a polite house guest.

Billie chewed, blinking. “I’m already sweating. Why?”

You flipped another card. “Favorite song of yours that never made the album?”

Billie tilted her head. “Oooh, maybe ‘True Blue’? I mean, it’s out now, but I shelved that one for a while. And ‘TV’—that one lived in my Notes app forever.”

You nodded. “Solid picks.”

Then Billie raised a brow, grabbing a card from the stack. “My turn. Miss YouTube royalty. What artist would you kill to collab with?”

You smirked, licking sauce off your thumb. “SZA. No hesitation. Give me those buttery harmonies.”

Finneas clapped. “Excellent taste.”

Wing Four – Hot Heads Revolutionary 7-Pot

This one smacked. You both stiffened a little. Billie blinked a few times, chewing slowly.

“I feel like I’m being interrogated by jalapeños,” she said.

You laughed, fanning yourself. “Alright, Billie. What’s your favorite album—besides your own?”

“Oof,” she muttered. “I’m gonna go with Channel Orange by Frank Ocean. Or maybe In Rainbows by Radiohead. Depends on the day.”

“Classic,” you said. “Okay. Now... dare time.”

Billie groaned. “Oh God.”

“If you had to name one artist you’d never collab with... who would it be?”

Her eyes went wide. “You’re evil.”

“I’m spicy.”

She grabbed the next wing without a word—Hellfire Fear This—and bit in hard.

Finneas started laughing from the side. “Smart girl. That answer would’ve gotten you dragged on Twitter.”

Billie choked slightly. “I value my peace.”

You wheezed. “That was the smartest decision I’ve ever seen you make.”

Wing Six – Da Bomb: Beyond Insanity

The table grew silent. This one needed no introduction.

“Moment of truth,” you whispered. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” Billie replied.

You tapped the wings together, then bit.

Your mouth instantly turned into a dumpster fire. Billie coughed like she’d swallowed acid.

“Oh my God,” she whimpered. “WHY DOES IT TASTE LIKE A WAR CRIME?”

You tried to breathe but all you could do was squeak. “MY EYES ARE SWEATING.”

Billie clutched her heart. “I think my soul left.”

Finneas threw a towel at her and shouted, “Hydrate!”

After several minutes of chaos, oat milk, and spiritual reflection, you somehow pulled it together.

“Okay,” you panted. “Next question. Billie, be honest—did you or did you not think I was annoying the first time we met?”

She giggled through her pain. “No! You were just... loud. Like, aggressively cheerful. I was wearing skeleton gloves in July. You were wearing pink and had butterfly clips.”

You wiped your eyes. “Opposites attract.”

Billie smiled, lips still on fire. “You were the sunshine I didn’t know I needed.”

Wing Seven – The Last Dab: Apollo

It glowed like radioactive honey. You both added the extra dab ceremoniously.

“This is for the culture,” you said.

“For the chaos,” Billie added.

You both bit.

Billie froze, eyes wide.

Then screamed: “MY TONGUE HAS ENTERED ANOTHER DIMENSION.”

“I THINK I’M ASCENDING,” you sobbed. “SAY GOODBYE TO MY TASTE BUDS—THEY SERVED ME WELL.”

Billie was wheezing, tears streaming down her face, holding your hand tightly across the table.

“Tell Venom I love him,” she whispered dramatically. “Tell him I died brave.”

Finneas leaned over, filming the whole thing on his phone. “This is content, baby.”

After ten solid minutes of crying, shaking, and lying on the floor (just for a bit), you both returned to your chairs, holding hands and trying to breathe.

Billie reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a tiny golden hot wing trophy.

“I technically survived all ten,” she said hoarsely, “but I’m giving this to you. Because you didn’t hallucinate the ceiling singing Fleetwood Mac like I did.”

You burst out laughing, holding the trophy to your chest. “I’ll treasure this forever.”

“You better,” Billie said. “Next time, we’re doing dessert only.”

You leaned over and kissed her cheek, your lips still tingling from the last dab.

“Next time,” you whispered, “we’re doing cupcakes... and therapy.”

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As the camera zoomed out, Finneas posed behind you with both arms up like he’d won a medal.

Billie was wiping tears with one hand and holding yours with the other.

“Like and subscribe,” you wheezed. “For more chaos and maybe... dental insurance.”

Billie nodded solemnly. “And please. Please. Never eat Da Bomb unless you hate yourself.”

Finneas chimed in. “10/10 entertainment though.”

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Let me know if I should do a part 2 featuring Finneas and Claudia with the desserts???

[jassy2uall]

I’d Never Forget Our Anniversary (pt. 3)

Billie Eilish x fem!Reader

“This time, you are celebrating your anniversary with your girlfriend, Billie.

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Today was the day. Yours and Billie’s actual anniversary.

You’d spent the night tangled in blankets and laughter, reflecting on the chaos of the past year—silly arguments, long drives, slow mornings, and those late-night “I love you”s whispered into the dark when everything else was quiet.

But none of it compared to this. Today marked one full year, and every second of it felt like something you’d dreamed of writing—but never quite captured—until now.

You woke up to an empty bed, your brows furrowed, until Billie reappeared in the doorway holding a breakfast tray that was somehow bigger than her grin. Pancakes stacked high, a tiny cup of warm maple syrup, fresh-squeezed orange juice, perfectly scrambled eggs, and sausage, all arranged with more care than you'd ever expect her to admit.

“Breakfast for my baby,” she said, placing the tray gently on your lap.

You lit up, pulling her in for a kiss. “You’re so sweet.”

“Only the best for you,” she replied, crawling back under the covers beside you and watching like you were the sunrise.

You sat there together in your little cocoon, the world outside forgotten. Just soft giggles, food-sharing, syrupy fingers, and lingering touches beneath the sheets. It was everything love was supposed to be—messy, warm, delicious.

After breakfast, you got ready. Billie wore a black fitted button-up with the sleeves rolled to her elbows and the silver chain necklace you got her for her birthday. You slipped into a champagne-colored dress—soft, flowing, like poetry in motion—and styled your hair just enough. Billie stared for a solid thirty seconds before her mouth finally caught up.

“You look like a dream. Like… a real-life angel.”

You laughed and kissed her cheek. “And you’re my favorite cliché.”

Billie already knew what the day held—you’d told her in advance being how you did mix up your actual anniversary. But she still didn’t expect her nerves to kick in so hard until you were both floating off the ground in the hot air balloon.

At first, she grinned, holding your hand like a kid about to ride their first roller coaster. But as the ground got smaller, her grip tightened. Her smile wavered.

“Babe?” you said softly.

She didn’t look at you—just stared out at the horizon. “Y-yeah. I’m good. Totally fine. Love the view. So, um…high up.”

You touched her arm. “Billie. Are you afraid of heights?”

She blinked fast. “I didn’t think I was.”

Then the basket creaked slightly with the breeze. Billie stiffened like a board.

“Okay. Yeah. I’m afraid. I’m totally freaking out.”

You tried not to laugh, gently rubbing her back. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because you were so excited! And I wanted to be all romantic and fearless and boyfriend-coded or whatever.”

“Billie,” you said, cupping her face. “Being scared doesn’t make you less romantic. It just makes you human. And cute. Very, very cute.”

She buried her face in your shoulder, groaning. “Can we go back down now?”

Eventually, the pilot agreed to cut the trip short, descending slowly and gently. As soon as you touched the ground, Billie dropped to her knees and kissed the grass.

“I will never disrespect the earth again.”

You were still laughing as you helped her up, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Still the best view I’ve ever had.”

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Later that afternoon, you took a walk downtown. It wasn’t exactly peaceful—paparazzi trailed you both, snapping photos, calling out questions.

“What are you two celebrating?”

“It’s our anniversary,” Billie answered, wrapping an arm around your waist.

Some of them actually backed off after that, which was rare. Surprising, even.

After browsing a few shops, the two of you wandered into a quiet little jewelry store tucked between a bookstore and a coffee shop. The lighting inside was golden and warm, the air smelling faintly of wood and vanilla. Tiny glass cases glimmered with simple, beautiful things.

Billie brushed your hand with hers. “Hey. Can I show you something?”

She led you to a case where two delicate silver rings sat side by side—one etched with a tiny star, the other with a crescent moon.

Your breath caught. “They’re perfect.”

She hesitated, voice soft. “Promise rings?”

You nodded, heart thudding. “Yes.”

You each slipped one onto the other’s finger, hooking pinkies after for good measure.

“I promise to love you even when you're being dramatic,” she said.

You grinned. “And I promise to love you even when you nearly faint in hot air balloons.”

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That night, dinner was at your favorite restaurant again—a cozy, candlelit place with soft jazz and warm lighting. It was the same one where you’d waited for her the night before. Thankfully, none of the same staff was on tonight.

Billie reached across the table, tracing circles on your palm.

“I can’t believe you were sitting here all night waiting for me,” she said quietly.

“Forget about it, babe,” you said, brushing it off with a smile. “I’m just glad my waiter isn’t here. He felt a little bad for me,” you added, sipping your champagne.

Billie let out a nervous laugh, her gaze falling to your lips as you drank. She admired you quietly for a while, like she still couldn’t believe you were hers. The way you glowed under the candlelight, how at home you looked in love.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered.

You looked at her and mouthed a shy “stop,” but she didn’t. She just reached for your hand again.

“I don’t know how to say this without sounding like a total simp,” she said, “but… this has been the best day of my life.”

You smiled, cheeks warm. “I have one more thing for you.”

You pulled a folded piece of paper from your bag and placed it carefully on the table. The poem. The one Billie had been begging you to share.

“I wrote this for you. And I want to read it out loud.”

Billie’s eyes softened. She nodded, thumb brushing over your knuckles.

You looked up at her—really looked at her—and began:

Hopelessly In Love

by Me

I fell in love

Before I knew who you truly were.

Those beautiful blue ocean eyes—

I feel myself getting pulled into them.

I can’t fight it,

And I don’t want to.

You're everything I imagined and more,

Everything that I love and adore.

You speak in glances and hold me in silence,

You touch like a promise—

Soft, steady, certain.

Even your flaws feel like poetry to me.

The way you hate mornings,

The way you love too loud,

The way you say my name

Like it’s a home you never want to leave.

Before you, love felt distant—

Like a language I didn’t speak.

But with you, it’s fluent,

It’s natural,

It’s ours.

You taught me that I don’t have to be perfect

To be worthy of something this real.

That broken things can be beautiful,

When they’re held right.

I look at you and see my future—

Messy and magical,

Quiet and chaotic,

But always, always full of you.

And if I had to do it all again,

I’d still choose you,

In every lifetime,

In every version of this story.

Because the truth is—

I’m hopelessly in love with you.

And there’s no place I’d rather be

Than right here,

In this moment,

Forever yours.

By the end, Billie was silent, her eyes shimmering under the candlelight. She blinked quickly and brushed a tear away.

“I don’t think anyone’s ever loved me like that,” she whispered. “Not the way you just said it.”

You leaned across the table and cupped her face. “That’s because no one else gets to. You’re mine.”

Her bottom lip trembled slightly. She let out a shaky laugh, trying to play it cool, but her eyes gave her away.

“I swear, you ruin me,” she said. “In the best way. That poem… I don’t know how you do that. How you make words feel like they were always meant for me.”

“Because they were,” you said. “Every word I write that sounds like love—it’s you. Even before I met you, I think I was writing toward you.”

She took your hand again, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, then your wrist, slow and deliberate.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” she said. “I know I mess up sometimes—okay, a lot. But I never want to stop trying to be better. For you. For us.”

“I don’t need perfect,” you said. “Just real. And you’re the most real thing I’ve ever had.”

Suddenly, she stood, pulling you gently up from your seat. You giggled as she led you out onto the private balcony. The city lights stretched out below like stars made just for you.

She wrapped her arms around your waist and rested her forehead to yours.

“Dance with me,” she whispered.

“There’s no music.”

“I don’t care.”

So you danced—slow, clumsy sways, your laughter echoing into the night. The city hummed below you, and above, only stars and silence.

Eventually, she sighed, her chin resting on your shoulder.

“I’m gonna keep that poem forever,” she said. “Like… printed. Framed. Tattooed on my soul.”

You laughed, tucking your face into her neck. “Good. Because there’s more where that came from.”

She pulled back, looking into your eyes. “Then I can’t wait to read every chapter.”

And under the stars, with promise rings on your fingers and poetry in your hearts, the story you were writing together felt like the most beautiful thing in the world.

And the best part?

You knew it was only the beginning.

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Author's Note: Phew, it’s finally done! I’m so sorry it took me so long; college was really stressful. But I’m free for now, and more Billie fanfic is on the way!

[jassy2uall]

Hey everyone! I promise I'll have "I'd Never Forget Our Anniversary pt. 3" posted this week. I've been really busy with schoolwork and publishing one of my new stories on Wattpad called "GREED." Be sure to check it out using the link below!

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Hey, guys, I know I've been gone for a while but… IM BACK and man do I have so many fics in store for you!!! Should I drop them right now??

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– Heart Like A Habit 🧡 (pt. 5)

Highschool!Billie Eilish x black fem!reader

“You're the new girl—just trying to survive another school year in a place where you know no one. But then there’s her—Billie Eilish, the infamous heartbreaker and rising star who somehow has you completely hooked, whether you like it or not.”

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Alycia sat in her car in the parking lot, her mind racing with thoughts. She told herself not to get too excited—there was still a chance she and Billie wouldn’t even talk today. There was no reason to feel this giddy... and yet, she couldn’t help it.

“Enough, Alycia. Stop acting foolish and just get today over with.” The words repeated in her head like a broken record as she stepped out of her car and made her way into the school, determined to push her emotions aside.

Alycia’s body stiffened as she gripped the edge of her locker, her eyes flicking to the three girls standing behind her.

Odessa stood in the center, arms crossed, smirking like she had all the time in the world. To her right, Quen mirrored her smug expression, and on her left was a girl Alycia hadn’t seen before—short brown hair, heavy dark eyeliner, and a slightly gothic look.

Great. More of them.

“Hey, new girl,” Odessa drawled, her voice sickly sweet. “That was some game yesterday.”

Alycia exhaled slowly, keeping her cool as she shut her locker with a quiet clank. “Yeah. Tons of fun.”

Quen let out a low chuckle, while the gothic girl simply tilted her head, studying Alycia in silence.

Odessa took a step closer, eyes glinting. “Didn’t take you for such a fighter. Not gonna lie, I was pretty pissed when you got me and Quen out. But then our girl Billie took care of it, and that made my day.”

“I’m so mad I missed that,” the gothic girl muttered, barely above a whisper.

Alycia sighed. “It was just a game, Odessa. And Billie didn’t seem to care nearly as much as you two did.” She glanced between Odessa and Quen before crossing her arms. “Honestly, it felt like you were more focused on getting me out than winning.”

Quen snorted. “Yeah, well, Billie doesn’t always show what she’s thinking.”

The gothic girl finally spoke up, her gaze flickering over Alycia with mild curiosity. “So, what’s your deal? You just move here or something?”

Alycia hesitated before nodding. “Yeah. From Atlanta.”

Odessa hummed, tilting her head. “Atlanta, huh? Guess that explains why you’ve got a little fire in you.”

Alycia held back a sigh. She wasn’t about to let them bait her into whatever game they were playing.

Odessa smirked, her tone turning mockingly sympathetic. “Well, you’ll figure out soon enough how things work around here.” She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Just a little advice? Billie might’ve been nice to you yesterday, but don’t get too comfortable. She doesn’t do nice for long.”

Alycia’s stomach twisted, but she forced her face to remain unreadable. “Thanks for the tip,” she said evenly. “But I think I’ll figure things out on my own.”

Odessa studied her for a moment, then let out a soft chuckle. “Suit yourself.” She turned to Quen and the gothic girl. Odessa's smirk widened as she turned back to them. “Where’s Billie now?” she asked, her tone casual—too casual, like she already knew the answer but just wanted to say it out loud for Alycia’s benefit.

Quen grinned, flicking her gaze toward Alycia. “Pretty sure she spent the night at Ava’s place. They’re probably on their way now.”

Alycia felt her stomach drop, but she kept her expression neutral, refusing to give them the satisfaction of a reaction. Still, Odessa studied her closely, like a predator watching for the slightest sign of weakness.

And maybe, just maybe, she caught it.

Because her smirk deepened, and she took a slow step closer. “I cannot wait for gym today,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement. “It may not be dodgeball, but I have a feeling it’s gonna be way more fun than yesterday.”

She was right in front of Alycia now, eyes locked onto hers, daring her to break.

Alycia clenched her jaw, holding her ground.

“I can’t wait either,” Alycia shot back, fire in her voice.

Odessa’s smirk twitched, just for a second. Barely noticeable—but Alycia caught it.

Before Odessa could respond, a voice cut through the tension.

“What’s going on?”

Alycia knew that voice.

She turned her head, and there was Billie, walking side by side with Ava, her expression curious but unreadable.

Alycia felt her throat go dry.

Alycia’s heart raced as Billie and Ava approached. Billie’s eyes briefly flickered over to Alycia, but before she could say anything, Ava shot a look at the group with a raised eyebrow.

“What’s going on here?” Ava asked, her voice dripping with a hint of superiority, just like Odessa and Quen.

Alycia’s stomach twisted, but before she could even respond, Billie’s gaze snapped toward Ava, her eyes sharp.

“Seriously, Ava?” Billie said, her voice colder than Alycia had ever heard it. “Cut it out. We don’t need to be rude for no reason.”

Ava blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift in Billie’s tone, but she didn’t push it further. Billie turned back to Alycia, her expression softening, the corner of her mouth lifting in a small, reassuring smile.

“Don’t mind them,” Billie added, her voice low, just for Alycia to hear. “They’re always like that. You good?”

Alycia nodded, her heart pounding, trying to hold herself together. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Billie looked at her for a moment longer, before glancing at Odessa and the others. “Let’s go,” she said, her voice firm, but there was something in her eyes—something that made Alycia believe Billie wasn’t just trying to protect her from the others.

Billie led the way down the hall with Ava following behind, leaving Alycia standing there, trying to process what had just happened.

Did Billie really just defend her?

The question echoed in Alycia’s mind, and her heart raced. The feeling was almost surreal—like a whirlwind of emotions all hitting her at once.

God, this was such a rush.

She stood still for a moment, gathering her thoughts, trying to calm the chaos in her chest. This wasn’t just some high school drama—there was something real here. Something she couldn’t quite put into words, but it felt different.

When Alycia finally made her way to class, the door creaked open, and she spotted Billie talking with the others near the back of the room. It looked like a heated conversation—gestures were sharp, voices were low, but there was no mistaking the tension in the air.

Alycia hesitated at the door, her nerves creeping back, but then she took a deep breath and pushed forward, heading to her seat. As she sat down, she could feel Odessa’s eyes on her, though Odessa didn’t turn around, her posture stiff, her face set in a permanent scowl.

Quen was doing the same, her usual smirk replaced with a more annoyed expression, lips pressed into a tight line.

The tension from their conversation was palpable, and Alycia couldn’t help but wonder if it was all because of her—because of what Billie had said to them earlier.

She looked up at Billie once more, but Billie wasn’t paying attention to her. Instead, she was still in a low-key argument with Odessa and Quen. Whatever was going on, it was clear that things were far from settled.

“Good morning, class!” Mr. Brown said with a bright smile, his enthusiasm making it clear he was in a good mood.

Most of the class mumbled a half-hearted “Good morning” in response.

“Today’s going to be an easy day,” he began, but he couldn’t even finish his sentence before the class erupted into loud cheers and applause. It made him shake his head and chuckle.

“How you kids love my class,” he joked, grinning.

“Your only assignment for today is to watch the videos posted on the screen. They’re only twelve minutes long, but I know most of you aren’t going to really pay attention—which will definitely hurt when the test comes up on Friday,” Mr. Brown added, holding back a laugh at his own teasing.

A chorus of boos filled the room.

“Come on, Mr. Brown! We don’t want a test this week! Can’t you push it to three more weeks?” Quen called out, her voice full of exaggerated drama.

The class murmured in agreement, some of the students slumping down in their chairs, clearly not thrilled with the idea of the test.

Mr. Brown raised an eyebrow, pretending to be stern. “Oh, really? Three more weeks, huh? Well, maybe I’ll just let you all do nothing and see how well that works out for you when your grades plummet,” he said with a playful wink.

The class groaned, some rolling their eyes, while others tried to beg with their hands folded together like they were praying.

“Alright, alright,” Mr. Brown relented, his smile still in place. “Watch the videos. But don’t think you’re off the hook for that test. Trust me, it’ll be here before you know it.”

Alycia couldn’t help but chuckle, and she noticed Odessa’s eyes immediately shift to her. Odessa tried to cover her smile with her hand, but it faltered when she noticed Billie’s gaze.

Alycia tilted her head slightly, glancing behind her, and saw Billie, who looked... less than pleased. Billie’s eyes were locked on Odessa, and her usual smirk was nowhere to be found. Instead, she wore a frown, her brow furrowed as if she was trying to hold back something.

It didn’t take a genius to realize that Billie wasn’t too happy with her friend right now.

Odessa, sensing the tension, straightened in her seat, quickly looking away from Alycia and trying to focus on the front of the classroom. But Alycia could see the slight shift in her posture—she was trying to play it off, but the crack in her confidence was clear.

Billie’s sharp gaze lingered on Odessa for a moment longer before she turned back to the front of the room, her expression unreadable again. But Alycia couldn’t ignore the way her stomach fluttered at the thought that Billie had noticed what had just happened.

Alycia quickly grabbed her laptop from her book bag, along with her headphones, determined not to waste any time on the assignment. She plugged in her headphones and opened the video, trying her best to focus.

But as the minutes ticked away, her attention kept drifting. The thought of gym class kept creeping into her mind. The idea of playing against Billie—or maybe even being on the same team—made her heart race. She couldn’t deny it; the anticipation of it all had her nerves buzzing.

One thing was clear now—Alycia was down bad.

There was no escaping the way Billie had completely taken over her thoughts.

End of pt. 5

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[jassy2uall]

– Heart Like A Habit 🧡 (pt. 4)

Highschool!Billie Eilish x black fem!reader

“You're the new girl—just trying to survive another school year in a place where you know no one. But then there’s her—Billie Eilish, the infamous heartbreaker and rising star who somehow has you completely hooked, whether you like it or not.”

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Later that night, Alycia still couldn't get Billie's words out of her head. I'll make it up to you. What did she even mean by that? And why did the thought of it send butterflies fluttering through Alycia's stomach?

She had just met the girl, and yet, Billie had this strange, magnetic effect on her—one she couldn't quite explain. It was maddening.

She needed to talk to Jennie. Like, immediately.

Alycia grabbed her laptop and quickly set up a video call. Jennie answered almost instantly, a wide grin spreading across her face as she greeted her best friend.

"Hey, hey! How was your first day?" Jennie asked, clearly eager for the details.

Alycia groaned dramatically, leaning back in her chair as she ran a hand through her hair. "Oh, it was... a lot. You wouldn't believe it."

She launched into the entire story—everything from the brutal dodgeball game to the strange tension with Billie.

Jennie gasped mid-crunch, nearly dropping her bag of Hot Cheetos. "What the hell?! These girls are messing with my best friend like that?"

Alycia chuckled. "I know, right? It's like they were all in some twisted competition to see who could be the biggest jerk."

Jennie snorted. "I swear, if I could, I'd book a flight right now and go down there to whoop some ass."

Alycia laughed louder, shaking her head. "First of all, you don't even have a passport... or money."

Jennie paused, frowning like she was genuinely reconsidering her life choices. "Okay, okay, maybe not the flight... but I would if I could!"

Alycia smiled. "If you could, that would make me the happiest girl in the world."

Jennie grinned. "I'll just ask my mom. You know how much she loves you."

Alycia giggled. "She does love me, doesn't she?"

"But don't change the subject, bestie," Jennie said, her eyes glinting mischievously.

Alycia sighed. She already knew what was coming.

"Who's this new girl in your life that you somehow left out a name for? Because 'blue-eyed babe' is not a name," Jennie teased.

Alycia groaned. "Her name's Billie, and—"

"Pause. Her name's what again?"

"Billie," Alycia repeated, now confused by Jennie's reaction.

Jennie sat up straighter. "And you said she has blue eyes and dark black hair?"

"...Yes?"

Jennie let out a dramatic gasp. "Oh my gosh, your new potential bae is Billie Eilish!"

Alycia blinked. The name didn't ring a bell.

Jennie stared at her, deadpan. "Oh, don't tell me—"

"Okay, I won't tell you—"

Jennie smacked her forehead. "How did you not know the Billie you met is thee Billie Eilish? The youngest rising pop star?"

Alycia frowned. "I don't know, I just didn't! And besides, no one at school mentioned it!"

"Babe. It's LA. Everyone down there knows who she is. Except you, apparently."

Alycia huffed. "Well, yeah, I just moved here, and I—"

Jennie cut her off, practically vibrating with excitement. "Oh my God. I literally played you her song 'Ocean Eyes' last year, and you loved it!"

Alycia's eyes widened. "Wait. She sang that song?"

"YES, dummy!" Jennie was full-on cackling now. "This is too sweet."

Alycia felt her stomach twist. "I can't believe I didn't know that was her. Or that I was just casually talking to a celebrity."

"Or the fact that you're in school with her and she likes you," Jennie added.

Alycia's heart skipped a beat. "She doesn't like me."

"Oh, honey," Jennie drawled, crunching on her chips. "She was flirting with you. Trust me. She likes you."

The thought sent a rush of heat through Alycia's chest, but she quickly shook it off. "I'm pretty sure she has a girlfriend, Jen."

Jennie raised an eyebrow. "If she's flirting with you, I'm pretty sure they're not exclusive. Probably just hooking up."

Alycia sighed. "That would explain the hickeys on their necks," she muttered, a little louder than intended.

Jennie almost choked on her chips. "BITCH. You don't ever tell me the good stuff!"

Alycia groaned. "I didn't want to be reminded of that, Jen!"

Jennie threw herself back dramatically, hand over her heart. "You are too precious for this world, my sweet. Too precious," she said, shaking her head.

Alycia just rolled her eyes.

"Well, if you don't mind, I'm about to get ready for bed."

"Girl, it's only ten o'clock."

"Yeah, and my mom will be home later. You know how loud she gets when she walks through the door. I really want to get a few good hours of sleep before that."

Jennie sighed. "Ugh, fine. Call me tomorrow. Love you," she said, blowing a kiss.

Alycia smiled. "Love you too." She blew one back before ending the call.

Closing her laptop, she leaned back against her pillow, staring up at the ceiling.

Billie Eilish.

How had she not known? And more importantly...

Did Billie actually like her?

The Next Day

Alycia woke up with a smile before she even realized why. Then it hit her—she was going to see Billie today.

In just a short hour.

Well... more like see her in the halls or maybe in class. Would they even talk? Probably not if Billie was with her friends. Or worse—if she was with Ava.

The thought made her smile fade real fast.

She groaned, rolling onto her side and burying her face into her pillow. Get a grip, Alycia. Just because Billie flirted yesterday didn't mean it meant anything.

And yet... she couldn't ignore the way her heart raced at the memory of Billie's smirk, the way her voice dropped when she called her mama, or how effortlessly cool she was during dodgeball.

She sighed, shaking her head as she got out of bed. It's just another school day. Act normal.

Easier said than done.

As Alycia swung her legs over the side of the bed, her phone buzzed on the dresser.

Jennie: Are you excited to see your bae? 😉

Alycia rolled her eyes, biting back a grin.

Alycia: She is NOT my bae.

Jennie: Mhm, sure. Keep telling yourself that, boo. 😏

Alycia shook her head, tossing her phone onto the bed. No way was she letting Jennie get into her head today.

...Even if Billie already was.

She stretched, yawned, and headed for the bathroom, her mind still lingering on Billie.

Get it together, Alycia, she told herself. It's just another day.

But as the warm water washed over her, she knew she was lying to herself.

Today wasn't just another day.

Because today, she was going to see Billie Eilish.

Alycia headed downstairs after a solid fifteen minutes of washing up and getting dressed.

Today's outfit was effortlessly fire—a black crop top paired with matching cargo pants, and black-and-white low-top Air Force 1s. Her long black locks were tied up in a sleek bun, with her laid edges framing her face just right. As she descended the stairs, she applied a final coat of her favorite plumping lip gloss, the glossy sheen catching the light.

She looked good. And more importantly, she felt good.

The smell of crispy bacon instantly grabbed Alycia's attention, and she hurried into the kitchen. Her mom stood by the stove in her pajamas, casually placing a fresh plate of bacon on the counter. The table was already set with eggs and grits, steam still rising from the plates.

"I knew I heard footsteps," her mom said with a knowing smile, popping a piece of bacon into her mouth.

Alycia grinned, sliding into a seat. "You know I can't resist when you make breakfast."

Her mom chuckled. "Exactly why I made extra. Figured you could use a good meal before school."

"You figured right," said Alycia, stuffing a huge amount of bacon in her mouth, making her mom laugh.

"Especially, after the crazy day I had yesterday."

"Yeah, baby about that I didn't get to hear how it was. I did not expect to come home so late last night and it was already late in the morning and you were asleep and I was beat."

"So how was it," her mom asked sipping her orange juice.

"Umm... ok," was all Alycia said, now eating her eggs and grits with her bacon.

Her mom raised an eyebrow. "Just okay? That doesn't sound very convincing."

Alycia shrugged, focusing on her food. "I mean... it was a lot. New school, new people. Some nice, some not so nice."

Her mom set her glass down, giving her a knowing look. "Let me guess... girl drama?"

Alycia sighed, poking at her eggs with her fork. "Something like that."

Her mom leaned on the counter, watching her closely. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

Alycia nodded, but she wasn't sure how to explain Billie, or the weird mix of emotions that came with her. "Yeah, I know."

Her mom smiled. 'Remember, nobody can ruin your day unless you let them.'"

Alycia smiled softly. "Thanks, Mom."

"Anytime, baby," her mom said, grabbing another piece of bacon. "Now hurry up before you're late."

Alycia quickly stood up, stuffing the last of her food into her mouth before placing the plate back on the table. Grabbing her book bag, she rushed toward the door.

Her mom chuckled, shaking her head.

"See you later tonight, Mom. Love you."

"Love you too, baby. Have a great day."

Alycia gave her mom a quick wave as she stepped out the door, her bag slung over her shoulder. The cool air hit her face as she made her way down the steps and toward the car, already feeling the pressure of the day ahead. She wasn't sure what to expect—if Billie would even talk to her today, or if her friends would make the day a little more difficult.

But, deep down, there was a small flicker of excitement. The thought of seeing Billie again, even if only in passing, brought a rush of warmth. Alycia shook her head, trying to push the thoughts away.

"Focus, Alycia. It's just another day," she muttered to herself, getting into the car and starting the engine.

She drove off, the city's streets flashing by, her mind a mix of nervous anticipation and uncertainty about what was to come.

End of pt. 4

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[jassy2uall]

heart like a habit part 4? 😭

Really soon, babes

[jassy2uall]

– Heart Like A Habit 🧡 (pt. 3)

Highschool!Billie Eilish x black fem!reader

“You're the new girl—just trying to survive another school year in a place where you know no one. But then there’s her—Billie Eilish, the infamous heartbreaker and rising star who somehow has you completely hooked, whether you like it or not.”

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Alycia clenched her jaw. She had played volleyball before, but never had she been in a game like this—one fueled by sheer chaos and, frankly, a little too much aggression. Eight people were already out, and the game had barely begun. And at least half of those eliminations? Courtesy of Billie.

It was almost unsettling how effortlessly Billie moved. Every throw was sharp, precise—like she wasn't just playing a game but proving a point. And if the reactions around them were anything to go by, this wasn't unusual.

Some of the eliminated players groaned in frustration, while others straight-up sulked, sitting on the bleachers with crossed arms and deep sighs. One kid even looked on the verge of tears, mumbling something about how unfair the game was.

It was madness.

And it only got worse.

Alycia flinched as Quen knocked out a girl who barely looked to be 4'8". The impact was rough—the ball striking her hard enough to send her glasses flying to the ground before she collapsed beside them.

Quen barely even blinked. "Sorry," she laughed, already turning her attention to her next target.

Alycia felt something burn in her chest.

This wasn't just a game to them—it was an opportunity to humiliate people, to assert dominance, to make sure everyone knew their place. She hated it.

She stole another glance at Billie.

Even though she had knocked out a handful of players already, Billie wasn't laughing like Quen or Odessa. She wasn't out here just to be cruel. No, Billie was focused—laser-focused. And as Alycia watched her dodge another incoming ball with an almost effortless slide to the side, she realized something.

Billie wasn't just playing.

She was enjoying this.

And for some reason, that made Alycia's pulse quicken all over again.

Ava had also managed to eliminate at least two players of their team, which made Alycia want to start actually throwing the ball.

Alycia felt a small surge of pride bubbling up in her chest. She had no idea how she managed to hit two people at once—beginners' luck, maybe—but the shocked expressions around her made it worth it.

Billie, of all people, actually looked impressed.

"Okay, new girl!" Billie called out, grinning as she dodged a throw with ease. The praise sent a rush of warmth through Alycia, but before she could process it, Billie eliminated the girl standing beside her with a ruthless, well-aimed shot.

Odessa scoffed loudly, rolling her eyes.

Ava, still on Alycia's team, didn't even try to hide her annoyance, arms crossed as she muttered something under her breath.

Alycia swallowed hard, shifting on her feet. It was weird. One second, she was invisible, just trying to survive the day. The next, Billie was acknowledging her in front of everyone.

And that alone seemed to stir up an entirely different kind of tension.

Alycia tightened her grip on the dodgeball in her hands, her pulse quickening. The tension in the gym was thick, the sounds of sneakers squeaking against the polished floor and the occasional smack of rubber against skin filling the air.

On her team: her, Ava, and two guys—one lanky and nervous-looking, the other more solid but clearly exhausted.

On Billie's team: Odessa, Quen, and a tall guy who looked like he could take out their entire team with a single throw.

It was clear who had the upper hand.

"Take it easy on me, Bills," Ava cooed, tossing her hair back.

Billie grinned, spinning a dodgeball in her hands. "Sorry, pretty, no can do," she teased, cocking her arm back.

Alycia felt her stomach twist, but she had no time to dwell on it.

Odessa and Quen were both staring her down, dodgeballs in hand, and from the way they smirked, it was obvious—they wanted her out.

Quen was the first to move, launching her ball at full force. Alycia barely had time to react, ducking just in time for the ball to whip past her ear.

Too close.

Before she could straighten up, Odessa had already thrown hers. Alycia twisted her body, her reflexes kicking in, and—by some miracle—managed to catch the ball mid-air.

A loud gasp rippled through the gym.

"You're out," Alycia said, breathing heavily, her eyes locked on Odessa.

Odessa's smirk faltered for just a second before she scoffed and rolled her eyes, walking off the court.

Billie let out a low whistle. "Damn, new girl's got hands."

Alycia's cheeks flushed, but she quickly shook it off. This game wasn't over yet.

Quen groaned in frustration, trying her luck to get her out. "Damn, just get out already."

Alycia clenched her jaw. She wasn't about to let her take her down that easily.

Meanwhile, Billie had already thrown her ball, aiming directly for one of the guys on Alycia's team. He tried to dodge, but it was useless—Billie's aim was too sharp. The ball smacked into his side, sending him out of the game.

"Damn, Billie, chill!" he groaned, walking off the court.

Billie just smirked, tossing another ball up and catching it effortlessly. "Can't. I play to win."

Ava, who had been watching Billie like a hawk, narrowed her eyes and threw a ball of her own. Billie dodged it easily, laughing.

"That all you got?" she teased.

Ava huffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "You're so annoying."

Billie just winked. "You love it."

Alycia, still gripping her dodgeball, felt an odd wave of irritation settle in her chest. She didn't understand why, but seeing them flirt so shamelessly was getting under her skin.

The whistle blew again.

It was just Billie left.

The entire gym seemed to hold its breath.

Billie tossed the ball between her hands, eyes locking onto Alycia's. A slow, lazy smirk spread across her lips. "Think you can take me out, new girl?"

Alycia set her stance, fingers tightening around the dodgeball. "Guess we'll find out."

Billie chuckled, cocking her arm back. "Alright then. Let's see what you got."

The female gym teacher's voice rang out. "Final round!" The whistle shrieked.

This was it.

They both ran and grabbed their dodgeballs.

"Are you nervous?" Billie teased, waiting for her moment.

"A little," Alycia confessed, but she didn't break focus, her arm ready. "You're way too determined to get me out."

"I mean, that's the game, mama," Billie smiled.

There it was again—the pet names. And something about the way Billie said "mama" made Alycia's body tingle in a way she didn't want to admit.

She had to focus.

But before she could throw, Billie struck first.

Alycia dodged, but she wasn't quick enough. The ball grazed her arm.

The whistle blew.

"You're out!" the gym teacher called.

The gym erupted into noise—cheers, groans, laughter.

Alycia was still catching her breath when she felt a presence beside her. Billie.

Grinning, Billie leaned in slightly, her voice low. "Good game, new girl. You actually had me nervous for a second."

Alycia rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the way her pulse skipped. "Yeah, yeah. Enjoy the win while it lasts."

Billie's smirk deepened. "Oh, I am. But don't worry, mama. I'll make it up to you."

Before Alycia could even process that, Billie was already walking off.

What the hell did that mean?

End of pt. 3

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Author’s Note: Pt. 4, 5, and 6 coming soon as well with pt.3 of I’d Never Forget Our Anniversary as soon as I figure out how to create a masterlist and link it… any help would be nice 🙏🏽😂

[jassy2uall]

– Heart Like A Habit 🧡 (pt. 2)

Highschool!Billie Eilish x black fem!reader

“You're the new girl—just trying to survive another school year in a place where you know no one. But then there’s her—Billie Eilish, the infamous heartbreaker and rising star who somehow has you completely hooked, whether you like it or not.”

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Alycia slid into the seat, her movements careful as she shrugged off her book bag and placed it on the ground beside her. She could feel eyes on her before she even looked up.

Odessa, sitting across from her, watched with thinly veiled amusement. The girl behind her did the same, their silent glances speaking volumes. They weren't subtle—not really. They tried to look away before she could catch them, but she already had.

Alycia swallowed hard, fixing her gaze on the front of the classroom. She had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time they looked at her like that.

"Good morning, class," Mr. Brown said, clearing his throat.

He looked less than thrilled with the group in the back. A few guys were laughing, one of them—Jason, if Alycia caught his name correctly—launching paper balls at his friend like they were in middle school.

"Jason," Mr. Brown called out, his voice edged with warning. "Keep it up, and it'll be three weeks of detention."

Jason immediately stopped, but instead of looking guilty, he threw on a dramatic pout. "Three weeks? That's excessive, Mr. B," he whined, placing a hand over his chest like he'd been personally offended.

The class erupted into laughter, and even Alycia found herself cracking a small smile. Mr. Brown, however, just rolled his eyes, clearly used to Jason's antics. "Yeah, yeah. Just keep it up and see what happens."

Alycia exhaled slowly, sinking a little deeper into her seat. At least Jason had successfully pulled everyone's attention away from her—for now.

"Is that a smile, new girl?" Odessa teased, her devious grin widening as all eyes turned to Alycia.

Alycia swallowed hard. What does this girl have against me?

"I love your locs," Odessa's friend chimed in, her tone sickly sweet.

"T-Thank you," Alycia muttered, unsure if it was genuine or not.

"Yeah, it wasn't a compliment," the girl—Quen, Alycia realized—immediately shot back, laughing. The class erupted with her, except for one.

"That's enough, Quen," Mr. Brown interjected, his patience clearly thinning. He pointed at her and Odessa with a stern look. "Plenty of room in detention for both of you."

The laughter died down quickly, but Odessa only smirked, tapping her nails against the desk like this was just another game to her. Meanwhile, Alycia kept her gaze fixed on the desk, her face burning.

But somehow, Alycia felt like she was being watched. Not in a bad way, but in a way that made her cheeks flush.

The girl behind her was quiet, nothing like her loud, taunting friends. She hadn't laughed, hadn't joined in. Just... sat there. Watching.

Alycia could feel it—the weight of that gaze still lingering behind her—but there was no way she was turning around to confirm it. Not when her heart was already beating faster than it should have been.

Suddenly, Mr. Brown's attention shifted to her, and she knew what was coming before he even opened his mouth. She had been through this way too many times not to recognize the signs.

"Ah, new student, I see," he said with a friendly smile, walking closer. "You must be Alycia Hart."

She nodded. "Yes."

"And I hear you have perfect attendance, despite being in three different schools in the past year."

"Unfortunately," Alycia mumbled, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over her.

"Kicked out?" a student in the back called out, his tone laced with amusement.

Alycia turned to him, her voice firm. "No. My mom is a travel nurse." She hated that she even felt the need to explain herself, but she wasn't about to let them assume the worst.

"Hopefully, you can travel with her again," Quen muttered under her breath, earning quiet laughs from Odessa and a few others.

Mr. Brown's sharp gaze snapped in her direction. "What was that?"

Quen barely missed a beat, her voice dripping with false innocence. "I said, I wish I could be a travel nurse." She flashed an exaggerated grin, as if she hadn't just humiliated Alycia in front of everyone.

Alycia clenched her jaw, staring straight ahead. She already hated it here.

"Alright, well, on to today's assignment."

The whole class groaned in unison, already dragging out their notebooks and computers to take notes.

Alycia did the same, though her mind was still elsewhere—on the quiet girl behind her, on Odessa's taunts, on the way her first day was already feeling like an uphill battle.

An hour later, first period was finally over, and Alycia barely had time to breathe before the next hurdle. She still had three more classes left, and no idea where any of them were.

Great. Just great.

"Umm, excuse me, Mr. Brown," Alycia said, standing up as the bell rang.

He barely had time to glance at her before another teacher called him outside.

How perfect.

Alycia let out a quiet sigh, staring down at her schedule, frustration settling in. She really should have gone to orientation when they recommended it.

"Are you lost?"

The voice was soft, calm.

Alycia's breath caught slightly as she looked up—her. The quiet girl from behind her, finally speaking.

"I am, yeah," Alycia admitted, nodding. "Do you have any idea where Chemistry 101 is?"

Before the girl could answer, Odessa cut in with a laugh. "Of course she has an idea where it is."

The girl turned back, shooting Odessa a look. "I got this," she said, her voice edged with annoyance.

Odessa held up her hands in mock surrender, still laughing.

The girl turned back to Alycia, her piercing blue eyes meeting hers. "Ms. Greene?"

Alycia nodded.

"It's downstairs on the left, cutie. A few steps down, near the bathrooms."

Alycia barely registered the directions because—cutie.

The pet name rang in her mind, the way it rolled off her tongue so effortlessly, so casually. It shouldn't have made her heart skip, but it did.

"Thank you," Alycia managed, keeping her voice steady.

"No problem."

She smiled before walking out of the room, her friends following behind—but not before giving Alycia one last lingering stare.

Just a few more hours, she told herself. I can do this.

The last two classes went surprisingly well—mostly because Odessa and Quen weren't in them, and no one else seemed particularly interested in making Alycia's life difficult.

But her luck ran out when she reached her final class of the day.

Gym.

She groaned internally, already bracing herself for the worst. It wasn't just that she hated gym—it was the fact that it was required for all first-year students, even though she was a sophomore.

As soon as she stepped inside the gymnasium, her stomach dropped.

Two familiar faces were already perched on the bleachers, grinning like they had been waiting for her.

"Oh yes," Odessa drawled, her eyes locking onto Alycia as she waved dramatically.

Quen was right beside her, laughing like this was the highlight of her day.

Alycia ignored them, keeping her head down as she found a spot on the bleachers—far away from both of them.

She exhaled slowly, trying to shake off the nerves.

Her eyes scanned the gym, not really expecting to find anything good—but secretly, hoping for one person in particular.

Was she here?

The thought crept in before Alycia could stop it. She wouldn't admit it, but the idea of seeing her again made gym class seem a little less unbearable.

A few moments later, to her surprise, there she was...

"Billie," one of the gym teachers called out. Was that really her name? It suited her, Alycia thought. The way she moved, the way she carried herself, it all made sense.

Beside her was another girl, Ava, the other teacher called her name. She had long blonde hair, light freckles, and wore a simple blue dress. But that wasn't what really caught Alycia's attention.

It was the hickeys.

Both Billie and Ava had them—dark, unmistakable marks on their necks. The sight of them made Alycia's heart sink in a way she wasn't prepared for. She wasn't sure why it bothered her so much, but it did. Seeing the marks, seeing the intimacy so out in the open, made something twist inside her chest.

Why did it matter? Why was it making her feel this way?

Everyone in the gym was whispering, giggling, and oohing at the matching hickeys on Billie and Ava's necks. It was like they were used to seeing this—like it was some kind of badge of honor, something they all knew was coming. Was it typical for Billie to be so... open about her relationships?

The teachers just shot them annoyed looks, but didn't say a word. They had probably seen it all before.

Alycia stayed quiet, not daring to look away. She watched as Ava took a seat on the bleachers and walked over to where Odessa and Quen were sitting. Quen greeted her with a playful shove on the shoulder, and they all laughed, like it was just another day for them.

Alycia silently cursed under her breath. She wished the hour and a half would end already. Gym class was the last thing she needed on top of everything else.

One of the female teachers clapped her hands, signaling for everyone to head to the women's locker room to get changed for dodgeball—of course, it was dodgeball day. Just her luck. And to make things worse, she hadn't brought a change of clothes with her.

As she stood there, hesitating, one of the girls in the locker room, a brunette with a friendly smile, noticed her dilemma.

"Hey, I've got an extra pair of shorts," the girl offered. "You can use these."

Alycia's face flushed, but she nodded gratefully.

"Thanks."

The girl smiled warmly. "No problem."

Alycia's gaze wandered back to Billie, whose eyes seemed to be locked on her once again. Just for a second, but it was enough to make her pulse quicken.

Alycia walked back out onto the gym floor, her heart pounding in her chest. The moment she stepped onto the court, she could feel the tension in the air, like everyone was just waiting for something to happen.

They were split into two teams, each one eyeing the dodgeballs scattered around the gym floor. The rules were simple: grab a ball, try not to get hit, and eliminate the other team. Nothing too complicated—just a game.

But the way Odessa and Quen were looking at her was anything but casual. They were gunning for her, their eyes locked on her like sharks circling their prey.

Billie, on the other hand, was practically vibrating with excitement. She looked like she was ready to have the time of her life, a mischievous grin plastered on her face. She was absolutely riled up for this.

Ava, who was still sitting on the bleachers with Billie earlier, was on Alycia's team. She and Billie exchanged a smile, the kind that spoke volumes—like they were in on some inside joke together. Alycia couldn't help but roll her eyes. Of course they were on the same team. It was like everything was just one big game for them.

The whistle blew, and in that instant, chaos erupted.

The gym was alive with shouting, dodging, and the sound of rubber balls slamming into walls and the floor.

The game was on, and no one was holding back.

End of pt. 2

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[jassy2uall]

– Heart Like A Habit 🧡 (pt. 1)

Highschool!Billie Eilish x black fem!reader

“You're the new girl—just trying to survive another school year in a place where you know no one. But then there’s her—Billie Eilish, the infamous heartbreaker and rising star who somehow has you completely hooked, whether you like it or not.”

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Alycia hated first days. New schools, new faces, and always the same overwhelming feeling of being out of place. But it was her reality. Her mom was a travel nurse, and moving was just part of the job.

She never had the chance to make long-term friends—except for Jennie, whom she met two years ago when she and her mom were in Florida. As always, Alycia tried not to get too close, knowing another move could happen at any moment. But Jennie was different. Sweet, persistent, and completely unbothered by distance. She swore they’d stay friends no matter what. And two years later, they still were.

Last night, Alycia stayed up venting to Jennie about how nervous she was. Jennie had laughed, teasing that she should be used to this by now. But Alycia didn’t find it funny. Constantly adjusting to new schools, new people, and new routines was draining—exhausting, really. And today, she had to do it all over again.

She leaned back in the car seat, letting out a long sigh as she stared out the windshield. Los Angeles High School. Great. She hated starting in the middle of the school year, especially now, in her sophomore year. The idea of trying to fit into a school that had already established its friendships, cliques, and unspoken rules felt impossible.

Outside, students bustled past, laughing, chatting, completely at ease in a place that already felt foreign to her. Her eyes lingered on a group of cheerleaders near the entrance, huddled around their jock boyfriends, kissing without a care in the world. It was like a scene straight out of a high school movie—one she had no desire to be a part of.

Typical. Same school, different city. Same drama, same feeling of being on the outside looking in.

Alycia glanced down at her schedule. First period: English with Mr. Brown. Ten minutes until class started, and she had no idea where the room was. The thought of asking someone made her stomach twist. It wasn’t that she was shy—okay, maybe a little—but she hated drawing attention to herself.

Taking a deep breath, she grabbed her backpack and stepped out of the car. You’ve done this before. You can do it again.

She barely made it a few steps before a voice called from behind her.

“Hey! What’s your name?”

Alycia ignored it. She didn’t even bother turning around. Probably one of the jocks thinking he was charming. She kept walking, pretending she didn’t hear.

The cheerleaders nearby shot her judgmental stares as she passed, their perfect hair and perfect makeup only adding to her irritation. They were in their own little world, and she wasn’t invited. Not that she wanted to be.

Pushing through the main doors, Alycia was immediately hit with the chaos of the hallway. The walls were painted in bright, clashing colors—reds, yellows, whites—like the school was trying too hard to be fun. The floors looked like confetti, an overwhelming mix of patterns that made her head spin.

Everywhere she turned, students rushed past, chatting, laughing, slamming lockers. It was a sensory overload, but at least it distracted her from how out of place she felt.

She glanced at the clock—five minutes until class. She needed to find her way. Fast.

And then—she walked straight into someone.

“I’m so sorry!” Alycia blurted out, immediately bending down to pick up the girl’s phone.

The girl barely acknowledged her, just stared with an expression of pure annoyance—like Alycia had personally ruined her day. She had curly brown hair, fair skin, and a sharp, unimpressed gaze. Her outfit completely ignored the dress code—white crop top, short denim skirt over black leggings, and black leather boots. The strong scent of cigarette smoke clung to her like a signature.

“Watch where you’re going, loser,” the girl muttered, snatching her phone back.

Alycia froze. What the hell?

“I—uh—” She swallowed hard, heart sinking. She hadn’t even done anything wrong, and already, someone hated her. Perfect.

The girl huffed, barely glancing at her. “You’re lucky I have to get to Mr. Brown’s class.”

Alycia perked up. “Wait, you do? That’s great!” she said—too enthusiastically, judging by the way the girl’s expression twisted into even more irritation.

Alycia quickly backtracked. “I—I just meant it’s good because I’m new, and I have no idea where it is.”

The girl rolled her eyes. “Great. Now I’m being harassed by the new kid.” With a dramatic sigh, she turned and stalked off toward the stairs.

Alycia hesitated but followed. She had no other choice.

When they reached the top, the girl walked through the first door on the right without looking back. Alycia took a deep breath, steadying herself before stepping inside.

The moment she entered, the classroom went silent.

Okay, maybe not silent—but it felt like every pair of eyes landed on her at once. Alycia tensed, gripping her backpack straps like a lifeline.

“Odessa!” A girl with flawless brown skin and long black braids called from across the room. “Right over here, queen,” she waved, motioning toward a seat in front of her.

Odessa—the same girl who had just called Alycia a loser—smirked, sauntering over like she owned the place. She slid into the seat effortlessly, her confidence radiating. The girl behind her draped an arm around her, smiling as if they were sharing an inside joke.

Alycia scanned the room for an open seat. Most were taken, but one stood out—the one across from Odessa and directly behind a dark-haired girl who immediately caught her eye.

She had fair skin, deep blue eyes, and an effortless coolness about her. Baggy clothes, oversized shirt, dark hair pulled back just enough to show off a sharp jawline. She was casually chatting with Odessa and her friend, laughing like they had all the time in the world.

Something about her was… different.

Alycia’s stomach twisted—not with nerves, but with something else entirely.

Before she could process it, the sharp ring of the bell filled the room. A tall man walked in, adjusting his glasses and setting a stack of papers on the desk. Mr. Brown. A few last-minute students rushed in behind him.

Alycia hesitated for just a second longer before forcing herself to move.

She slid into the open seat.

The girl behind her turned slightly, blue eyes flickering over Alycia before looking away, completely unbothered.

Alycia exhaled.

Here goes nothing.

End of pt. 1

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[jassy2uall]

*Forgive the typo: Heart Like A Habit 😂

[jassy2uall]

Jesus! I don't even know where to start, I just want to say that you write very well, like REALLY WELL. I devoured your entire blog in a matter of minutes and I can only say that all your works are good!!

(ps: I apologize for any spelling mistakes, English is not my first language and this is the first time I am writing something for a profile)

Aww, thank you so much. I really appreciate you guys 😩💕

[jassy2uall]

– I'd Never Forget Our Anniversary (pt.2)

Billie Eilish x fem!reader

“You can't believe your girlfriend forgot your anniversary”

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You’ve lost track of time—hours might have passed as you kept driving. The thought keeps circling in your mind: your girlfriend forgot your anniversary. How could she? Do I really mean that little to her?

“For someone who prides herself on remembering dates, she somehow forgot the one that mattered most,” you laughed bitterly to yourself.

You wiped away the tears with the hand that wasn’t gripping the wheel, your vision still blurred with frustration. Then, your phone buzzed.

Finally. She was calling.

But you didn’t answer. It was too late, and you were too angry to talk to her. The only thing that was on your mind right now was getting home.

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Billie’s stomach twisted as she stared at the screen. The missed calls. The unread messages.

Why are you at the restaurant?

She was supposed to be here—with her. Not waiting alone. Not blowing up her phone, wondering where she was.

Something was wrong.

The room was alive with laughter, music, and the sounds of their friends celebrating, but it all faded into the background. Billie couldn’t focus. Her hands tightened around her phone as she sent another text.

Where are you? I’m getting really worried, love.

Hello? Y/N?

Still nothing.

Her heart pounded in her chest.

“Billie, what’s wrong?” Ava’s voice finally broke through the haze.

She barely registered her friend’s concerned expression as Nat chimed in. “Yeah, why do you look so down?”

Ava just shrugged, but Billie ignored them, her mind racing. She lifted her head, scanning the room. “Have you guys heard from Y/N?”

One by one, her friends shook their heads.

Billie turned to Zoe, clinging to hope. “You?”

Zoe hesitated, thinking. “The last time I talked to her was yesterday. She sounded really excited about something.”

Billie’s brow furrowed. “Excited? About what?”

Zoe shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe she was putting something together for your anniversary tomorrow.”

Nat’s eyes widened. “Oh my gosh! I totally forgot—your anniversary is tomorrow!” He grinned. “What do you have planned?”

“I’m taking her to her favorite restaurant,” Billie replied, a trace of pride in her voice. “And she’s always wanted to go on a hot air balloon, so I’m surprising her with that too.” For a moment, her smile lit up her face as she pictured all the plans for tomorrow—until a wave of panic crashed over her.

“But none of that matters right now because I have no idea where she is,” she said, anxiety creeping into her tone. “We’re supposed to be all set for tomorrow, and I can’t even think straight.”

“Okay, calm down,” Zoe said, stepping closer. “I’m sure she’ll be here any minute.”

“Do you guys share locations?” Ava asked suddenly. Billie froze as realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Of course they did. She smacked her forehead. “I’m so stupid,” she muttered, quickly pulling out her phone to check.

Her brows furrowed as she stared at the screen. “Why… is she at home?” she mumbled.

“She’s home?” Ava asked, confusion clear in her voice. “I thought she was coming over here.”

“Me too,” Nat added, exchanging a worried glance with the others.

Billie’s mind raced. “I don’t know,” she muttered. Then, turning to Ava, she asked, “Hey, do you mind if I leave earlier than planned?” Her voice carried a mix of guilt and worry.

Ava nodded immediately. “Of course. I hope she’s okay.”

“Same,” Nat echoed. Then, with a half-smirk, he added, “And if she is, I’m definitely gonna get on her for missing out.”

Billie managed a small smile at the joke, but her concern overpowered any lightheartedness. Grabbing her things, she rushed outside and slid into her Porsche. With her heart pounding, she sped off toward home, desperate to find you.

Twenty minutes later, Billie pulled into the driveway, parking right beside your black Mercedes. She barely took a second to turn off the engine before jumping out, her heart hammering in her chest.

As she approached the front door, she fished her key out of her pocket—something you had both agreed on when you moved in together. She didn’t hesitate to unlock the door, pushing it open.

“Babe?” she called out, stepping inside. Silence greeted her.

Her brows furrowed. She knew you were here—your car was outside, and your location showed home. Billie walked through the house, checking the living room, the bedroom, and even the guest rooms. Nothing.

Her eyes landed on your purse and car keys sitting on the kitchen counter. She wouldn’t go anywhere without these.

Then, it clicked.

The garage.

Billie turned on her heel and made her way there, pushing open the door to find you in the indoor gym, running on the treadmill. AirPods in, music blasting, your focus locked straight ahead. You were drenched in sweat, completely in your own world.

Billie exhaled sharply, both relieved and annoyed. After all the worry, all the panic, you were right here—ignoring her.

She crossed her arms and stepped closer. “Seriously?” she said loud enough to be heard over your music.

You didn’t even flinch. Or at least, that’s what Billie thought. But she caught the slight glance you gave her out of the corner of your eye. You knew she was there. And yet, you kept running, acting like she wasn’t.

Billie clenched her jaw. Oh, so that’s how you wanna play it?

Without a second thought, she reached over and hit the stop button on the treadmill. The sudden change nearly made you stumble, forcing you to grab the handles for balance. With an irritated sigh, you yanked out your AirPods and turned to face her.

“What the hell, Billie?” you snapped.

“What the hell me?” she shot back, eyes narrowing. “I’ve been calling you, texting you, freaking out—and you were here the whole time?”

You grabbed a towel, wiping the sweat from your face. “Yup.”

Billie scoffed. “So you just ignored me?”

You let out a humorless laugh. “Yeah, kinda sucks, doesn’t it?”

Her brows knitted together. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

You tossed the towel onto the bench and crossed your arms. “It means, Billie, that I waited for you. I sat at our restaurant, waiting. Calling. Wondering why you weren’t there.”

Billie blinked. “Wait—what?”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “Unbelievable. You don’t even know, do you?”

“Know what?”

“Our anniversary, Billie,” you said flatly. “I thought you forgot, so I left.”

Billie’s heart dropped. “Wait… no. No, I didn’t forget,” she said quickly. “I had everything planned for tomorrow. The restaurant, the hot air balloon—I wanted it to be a surprise. Besides, I thought we both agreed this morning we were going to go to Ava’s surprise birthday party tonight at her house with the band and our friends remember?

“Wait, what?” The last part caught you off guard—not about Eva’s birthday or the fact that she just revealed what she had planned for your anniversary.

“What did you just say?”

Billie looked at you confused. “I thought we were going to go to Ava’s house tonight that’s what we talked about this morning.”

You took one of your AirPods out. Confusion all over your face.

“That’s not what I was talking about this morning, Bills.” I was talking about our anniversary.

Now Billie was confused.

“Did you just say our anniversary is tomorrow?” You asked her slowly.

She nodded her head. “Yeah.”

You paused, taking the other AirPod out and reaching for your water that was sitting on top of the bars of the treadmill.

Billie took your reaction surprised.

“No, babe are anniversary is today,” you said surely. Wasn’t it?

Billie looked even more confused at you.

“No, mama our anniversary is tomorrow,” she said seriously. You completely paused shaking your head. She had to be joking but then again she wouldn’t joke about something so serious as your anniversary. You stepped back a bit. Trying to process what was going on.

There’s no way you got the date wrong.

Your grip tightened around the water bottle as you stared at Billie, your heart pounding. “No… no way,” you muttered, shaking your head. “Our anniversary is today, Billie. December 9th.”

Billie’s brows furrowed, her expression unreadable. “Babe, no. It’s tomorrow. December 10th.”

You let out a short, disbelieving laugh, but the panic was already creeping in. “You’re messing with me.”

“I swear I’m not,” Billie said, stepping closer. “It’s always been December 10th. That’s the day we made things official. Remember?”

You opened your mouth to argue, but suddenly, doubt started to settle in. Wasn’t it December 9th? You were sure it was. But now, looking at Billie, so certain… your confidence wavered.

“No,” you whispered to yourself, unable to believe what Billie had just said. You pulled your phone from your waistband and started scrolling through your camera roll, frantically searching for the proof you needed to confirm you were right. Your finger swiped over the screen until it landed on the photo—the one you’d taken the night you officially became a couple. Your eyes focused on the date on the screen, your breath catching in your throat.

That night, Billie had asked you to be her girlfriend after your third date. It had been late when you both got back, laughing and talking for hours. You’d lost track of time, and then Billie had asked, right at midnight, making it officially the next day. December 10th. Your anniversary.

Billie glanced at your phone, her lips curving into a soft chuckle. “Baby…” she said gently.

You blinked, staring at the date, then back at Billie. “No way.”

Billie bit her lip, trying—and failing—to suppress her laughter. “Oh my God... you really thought it was today?”

Your stomach twisted with embarrassment. “I—no, I—” You quickly covered your face with your hands, mortified. “This can’t be happening.”

Billie grinned as she stepped closer, gently pulling your hands away from your face. “So, let me get this straight,” she teased. “You ignored all my calls, left the party, spent the whole night thinking I forgot our anniversary… and it’s actually tomorrow?”

You groaned, burying your face in her chest. “Shut up.”

Billie’s laughter softened, and she pulled back to hold your face in her hands. “I’m sorry, love,” she murmured, kissing your forehead. “But, hey, look on the bright side.”

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “What bright side?”

Billie smirked. “You get to celebrate twice.”

You groaned, giving her a playful shove. “You better make tomorrow worth it, rockstar.”

Billie’s grin widened. “Oh, don’t worry, mama. I will.”

“By the way,” Billie said, pulling you closer by your waist, settling you into her arms. “What did you get me?”

You sighed, rolling your eyes playfully. Might as well tell her now since she spilled the beans about her plans. “Well, besides the dinner at your favorite place…” you joked. “I got you your favorite flowers, jewelry, some more baggy pants, and oversized shirts you love. And also,” you said, a little nervous, “I wrote you a poem.”

Billie’s eyes widened. “You did?” she gasped. “Where is it?” She immediately started to make a move, trying to run and grab it.

You stopped her with a grin. “It’s hidden somewhere, and you’re going to read it tomorrow, since today isn’t what I thought it was.”

She pouted dramatically, her lower lip sticking out. “But I wanna read it now.”

You shook your head. “Tomorrow.”

Billie leaned back into you, embracing you again and kissing your forehead softly. You couldn’t help but feel a mix of embarrassment and excitement bubbling inside you. Tomorrow was going to be perfect—now you were sure of it.

“Just so you know,” Billie said, looking down at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

You looked up, curious to hear what she was about to say.

“I’m telling Finneas about this tomorrow,” she said, barely containing her laughter.

Your eyes widened. “No,” you gasped, immediately jumping up to chase after her as she ran back inside. “You can’t!”

But Billie was already gone, laughing as she darted through the door. “Yes I can!” she called back over her shoulder, the sound of her laughter ringing out as you sprinted after her.

You shook your head, laughing too, knowing you’d never live this down. “I’m going to get you for that!”

End of pt. 2

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Author's Note: The next part is coming soon!!! Let me breathe 😩

[jassy2uall]

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Old enough 🤣

[jassy2uall]

– I’d Never Forget our Anniversary

Billie Eilish x fem!Reader

“Billie forgets your anniversary”

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Today marks one year since you and Billie became a couple. You've kept your relationship private, sharing it only with close friends and family. From the start, you both agreed it was for the best, knowing how intense the media and fans could be. Keeping it a secret became even more challenging with Billie on tour for Hit Me Hard and Soft—so most of your time was spent backstage or on the tour bus while she handled rehearsals and press. Even when you two were spotted together, sometimes holding hands, the paparazzi mostly dismissed it, assuming you were just one of her "best friends." It always made you both laugh at how clueless they were.

But today was different. Billie had a week off, and this Friday marked a huge milestone—your one-year anniversary. You’d been planning this for months. You booked a reservation at your favorite restaurant in LA, a place that held special memories for both of you. You ordered her favorite flowers, making sure they’d be arranged just the way she liked. And as if that wasn’t enough, you even wrote her a poem—something straight from the heart, a reflection of everything this past year had meant to you.

You’ve always been secretive about your songs and anything you’ve written. Billie always found it adorable how nervous you got when sharing your new songs, poetry, or even excerpts from your books. It never made sense to her—after all, you were a professional writer, and your books consistently hit number one. But to you, writing was personal, a piece of yourself laid bare. And that made sharing it with her both thrilling and terrifying.

Still, you wanted to show Billie how much she meant to you, how much you appreciated having her in your life. And you had the perfect date planned. Tomorrow, she was going to love it. Or so you thought.

The Next Day…

You woke up earlier than your still-sleeping girlfriend. You were always a morning person. Billie, on the other hand… wasn’t. But you loved that about her. Smiling to yourself, you placed a soft kiss on her cheek. You knew it wouldn’t wake her—nothing short of a blaring alarm at full volume could.

Quietly, you hopped out of bed and walked into the bathroom for a quick shower. Fifteen minutes later, Billie was still completely knocked out. You just laughed to yourself, shaking your head. It wasn’t until you loudly called her name that she finally stirred.

“I’m up, I’m up,” she mumbled groggily, barely keeping her eyes open. She wiped some drool from the corner of her mouth before rubbing her eyes to see you more clearly. When she did, a sleepy smile spread across her lips.

“Hey, beautiful. What’re you doing up so early, hmm?”

You chuckled, sitting down beside her. “I have an early meeting with my publishers today. And then after that, I’ll be all ready for tonight.”

Billie blinked at you in confusion. “Tonight? What’s tonight?”

It was your turn to be confused. A slight pause followed her words as you studied her face, waiting for the punchline. But then it clicked—she had to be joking. There was no way she actually forgot. Right?

You forced a small laugh. “Very funny,” you said, watching her reaction carefully.

But Billie just stared at you, still half-asleep, her brows furrowing slightly. “Wait… what?” she mumbled.

Your stomach dropped. She wasn’t joking.

Maybe she had a surprise planned too, you reasoned. Maybe she was just playing dumb to throw you off. Still, even if that were the case, she should have at least said Happy Anniversary or something.

Then, as if something clicked in her mind, Billie suddenly smiled. “Oh, I know what you mean,” she said, leaning in to kiss you. “Don’t worry, mamas, I didn’t forget.”

You let out a relieved sigh, shaking your head. Of course, she was just messing with you.

“Let me know when you get back, okay?” she murmured, her voice still laced with sleep.

“Okay,” you said softly before pressing one last kiss to her lips.

As you headed out the door for your meeting, your excitement for tonight grew even more.

Later that day, after your meeting went successfully, you found yourself checking your phone constantly, hoping to hear from Billie. But all you got were texts from friends saying, Hope you and Billie have fun celebrating tonight! or What did she get you?

That last one made you pause.

Because the truth was… she hadn’t gotten you anything.

At least, not yet. Maybe she was saving it for tonight, you reasoned. Not that gifts mattered to you—you never cared about presents in your relationship. All you ever wanted was her.

But still… something about it didn’t sit right. And as the hours passed, you started to get this sinking feeling.

This night wasn’t going to go the way you thought it would.

And you were right.

It was an hour before your reservation. You had gone home, quickly freshened up, and then told Billie to meet you at your favorite place—the spot where you had everything prepared.

The flowers were perfectly arranged. The poem you’d written for her sat neatly folded beside her gift. You had put so much thought into tonight, making sure every detail was just right.

Now, all that was left to do was wait for her to arrive.

Any time now that’d be.

You waited. And waited. Almost two hours had passed.

Your fingers kept tapping against the table as you glanced at your phone for what felt like the hundredth time. You had called her multiple times—no answer.

The waiter kept refilling your glass of wine, probably sensing your boredom and frustration. At this point, you weren’t even sipping it for enjoyment. You just needed something to do while you sat there, alone. And you weren’t alone in noticing it. You caught glimpses of the waitstaff exchanging looks, whispering to each other, probably wondering why you were sitting at a beautifully set table by yourself.

There’s no way Billie forgot our anniversary. You repeated it to yourself over and over, but with each passing minute, the words started to feel hollow.

Your patience finally snapped. With a frustrated sigh, you picked up your phone and called her one last time.

No answer.

That was it. You waved the waiter over, paid for the wine, and gathered up everything—her flowers, her gift, the poem you had poured your heart into. You shoved it all into the backseat of your car before climbing into the driver’s seat.

Then, without another thought, you turned off your phone.

Right now, you just needed to be alone. You couldn’t believe it. Billie had stood you up. Or worse… she had actually forgotten your anniversary.

End of pt. 1

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[jassy2uall]

– Always You pt. 3

Billie Eilish x fem! Reader

“You’ve always had a crush on your best friend Billie but could never find a way to tell her. You just didn’t think she felt the same or that you’d be the one. It’ll never be you, or will it?”

“Minors Do Not Interact

Warnings - Fluff, tiny bit of angst, smut, crying, name-calling, confessions, sex, eating out, licking, strap-usage, not to mention a bunch of other things. (Tissues People & Popcorn 😉)

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Billie stood frozen in the doorway, staring at you as if the very sight of you made her heart race and her lungs seize. She was still in her blue jersey, the fabric clinging to her skin, damp with sweat from the stage lights. Normally, she would have taken a quick shower and changed by now, but she hadn’t.

Had she rushed here?

Her do-rag and hat were gone, her hair falling messily around her face, strands sticking out in different directions. She looked exhausted—breathless, flushed—but still, somehow, impossibly beautiful.

But none of that mattered.

Because the moment her eyes landed on your suitcase, on the way your hands trembled as you packed, everything else faded.

She hadn’t expected this.

She hadn’t expected to find you ready to walk away.

And it hit her like a ton of bricks.

This wasn’t just about you leaving the room. Or the hotel.

You were leaving her.

And the thought of it made her chest ache in a way she hadn’t been prepared for.

The seconds stretched into what felt like hours, the silence between you unbearable. Neither of you spoke. Neither of you moved.

Then, finally, her voice broke through—soft, unsteady, barely above a whisper.

“Y/N…”

Your name trembled in the space between you, as if saying it might somehow make this moment less real, as if the syllables alone could undo everything.

“Don’t go.”

She stepped forward before she could think better of it, closing the distance between you in a few quick strides. Her breath was shallow, her eyes never leaving yours. She glanced at the suitcase in your hand, at the way your fingers clenched around the handle like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“You can’t just leave like this,” Billie pleaded, her voice almost breaking. She hesitated before reaching out, her hand hovering near your arm, uncertain—like she wasn’t sure if you’d pull away. “What happened tonight? I thought everything was fine, and then Zoe told me you ran off the stage. Are you okay? Talk to me.”

Your fingers tightened around the suitcase handle, your heart pounding against your ribs. Was she serious? Did she really not see it?

You let out a sharp breath, shaking your head. “Billie, everything wasn’t fine.” Your voice wavered, frustration and hurt woven into every syllable. “You were all over them—laughing, flirting, touching them, kissing them like—” You stopped yourself, swallowing hard. “Like I wasn’t even there.”

Billie’s brows furrowed. “I wasn’t—” She exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through her hair. “It wasn’t like that.”

You let out a bitter laugh. “Maybe not to you.”

The words hung heavy in the air, thick with unspoken pain. The silence between you was suffocating.

Billie took a step closer, hesitation in every movement, like she was afraid one wrong move would break whatever was left between you. “I didn’t know it hurt you like this,” she admitted, her voice softer now. “I swear, Y/N, I wasn’t trying to—” She broke off, frustration flickering in her eyes as she struggled to find the right words. “I thought you didn’t care like that.”

Your stomach twisted. “Then you don’t know me as well as you think you do.”

Billie’s jaw tightened. She looked at you like she wanted to say something—needed to say something—but for once, she was speechless.

You took a shaky breath, forcing yourself to stay steady. “I can’t keep doing this, Billie. I can’t keep pretending that watching you be with everyone but me doesn’t kill me.”

Billie’s eyes locked onto yours, searching, pleading.

“Then don’t,” she whispered.

Your breath caught. “What?”

She swallowed hard, stepping closer. “Don’t pretend.” Her voice was raw, unsteady—vulnerable in a way you had never seen before. “Because I don’t want anyone else, Y/N. I never did.”

Your heart slammed against your ribs. “Then why—”

“Because I was scared,” Billie cut in, her voice shaking. “Scared that if I told you how I felt, if I let myself want this, I’d lose you. But seeing you here, ready to leave, I realized something.”

You swallowed hard. “What?”

Billie exhaled, her gaze never leaving yours.

“That losing you this way is so much worse than taking the risk.”

The room felt impossibly small, the air between you thick with everything left unsaid.

Then, slowly, cautiously, Billie reached for your hand. Her fingers brushed against yours, hesitant—waiting.

Would you pull away?

Or would you finally take the leap?

You both stood there, locked in each other’s gaze, as if the entire world had faded away. Those big ocean-blue eyes you loved so much bore into yours, and for a moment, it felt like you were seeing straight into each other’s souls.

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. You knew what you wanted—what you had always wanted.

“God, you don’t know how much I wanted this to happen,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “Me finally telling you how I feel… how I’ve felt since the day we first met. Since our first sleepover, when you pulled me beside you because you couldn’t sleep. Billie, I’ve loved you since then. And dammit, I still love you.”

Your bag slipped from your shoulder, your suitcase handle falling from your grip as you closed the last bit of distance between you. Without hesitation, you cupped her face, your thumbs brushing against her damp cheeks as silent tears streamed down them.

“All those times you thought you wouldn’t make it past seventeen,” you murmured, your voice breaking. “It broke my heart, Billie. How could you even think about leaving me? I wanted to tell you how I felt back then, but… but you found the strength to keep going. And I held back.”

A soft, broken laugh escaped her lips between the quiet sobs. You both did, chuckling through the overwhelming weight of everything.

“If you go, I’m going too, Eilish,” you added, trying to lighten the moment.

Billie let out a shaky breath, her fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt as if grounding herself. “It was always you,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Always you,” she repeated—only this time, she closed the gap for good.

Her lips met yours in a kiss that was everything at once—soft yet desperate, hesitant yet sure, full of years of unspoken words and bottled-up emotions. You melted into her, pulling her impossibly closer, your fingers tangling in her hair as if you never wanted to let go.

And you didn’t.

Before you knew it, you couldn't stop yourself. You didn’t want to. The kiss deepened, the air around you heavy with every word left unsaid. Billie broke apart for just a second, her breath shaky.

"Is it okay if I…?" she started, her fingers gently grazing the straps of your romper. She was hesitant, careful not to push you into something you weren’t comfortable with, and you admired that about her more than anything.

You nodded, eyes never leaving hers. The connection was undeniable, both physical and emotional. Her smile, warm and genuine, made you feel seen in a way you hadn’t before.

Slowly, carefully, Billie began to pull the straps down, her movements tender, as if she was memorizing every inch of you.

She smiled looking at your now exposed bare chest. You weren’t wearing a bra. Your breasts were now out for the first time. God, you were so beautiful. She leaned in licking your already hard nipples. You moaned as she did this. Her warm mouth felt so good and the way how she was so gentle made your wetness grow even more.

She slowly brought herself up and turned you around. You both were now leaning on the wall. You faced first and her behind you. She left a trail of hot kisses on your back. Soft moans escaped you. “Billie,” you moaned, making her heart flutter. “Yeah, baby,” she said in between kissing your shoulders. The name baby made you grin. You turned yourself around lifting up her chin.

She looked into your eyes, eagerly waiting to hear what you were about to say while staring down at your breasts that were right in front of her. You leaned in. Your mouth right in front of her ear. “Bedroom,” you whispered, earning a devious grin from her.

Suddenly she picked you up, catching you off guard. You laughed as she carried you into the bedroom. She gently laid you down. She slipped off the bottom half of your romper. She could see the wetness of your arousal it made her crazy. She lifted your leg up above her shoulder. Her hot tongue made its way between your wet folds. The way she moved her tongue In a consistent way drove you crazy. You’ve had your pussy licked and ate out before but never like this. She took her time making sure you were ok, but also pleasured.

Your taste consumed her. Sweet like the candy you both ate all the time when you were younger. She wanted more of you. She needed more of you. Your hands moved to grip her hair as she continued licking at rubbing your clit.

You gasped when you felt her teeth sink into your wet wet pussy lips, bitting, sucking, licking, spitting all at once. You felt like you were on cloud nine. She made you feel incredible like no other.

“Baby..” you gasped, struggling to fight your moans. “D-don’t stop,” you let out, your eyes rolling in the back of your head. Damn she was good. You could feel yourself getting close by her simply doing that.

She gently lowered your leg back down before getting up. You let out a small whimper. She pulled up her jersey, followed by her black-strapped bra, both of which now lay on the ground. Then, she unzipped her pants and boxers, which joined her bra and shirt.

She walked over to the dresser beside her bed and pulled out her purple strap. You watched as she fastened it around her waist." Damn she looked so sexy doing it.

The way you watched her only fueled her confidence, making her feel certain about what she was about to do to you

She walked back over to you, this time grabbing both of your legs and sliding you down to where she stood. You let out a playful laugh, already knowing what she was about to do. It was no secret how freaky she was. She’d always tell you the things she liked and what she’d do, and God, how it made her even more irresistible when she talked about it.

You bit your lower lip, as you watched her lean in to kiss you. She also bit it.

“I’ve wanted this for a long time,” she admitted, kissing you again.”

“Me too,” you said.

“It’s going to be a long night, mama.” She teased.

It sure was.

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Back in the van…

“What’s taking them so long?” Zoe asked, curious.

Claudia just sipped her water, looking clueless. Billie had been gone for more than 20 minutes, and she didn’t want them following her up to the room.

““What even is going on?” Finneas asked, even more clueless about the whole situation. Claudia gave him a knowing look, her hand resting on his shoulder. It took him a moment to catch on, but when he did, a huge grin spread across his face. He was happy for his sister.

“Why did she storm out so fast?” Odessa asked from the back, glancing at Quen, who gave her a confused shrug.

“I don’t know, but all I know is I’m going to my room. I’m tired,” Quen said, heading out of the car. Odessa and the rest followed, making their way to their rooms.

Zoe finally reached her shared room. As soon as she opened the door, she heard strange noises. She glanced down to see bags and shoes scattered across the floor. What the hell? she thought, her curiosity piqued.

She stepped closer to the bedroom, but as soon as she caught sight of what was happening inside, her eyes widened in shock. Her best friends, completely naked, were tangled together.

Quickly, Zoe threw her hands over her eyes and took a few steps back, her heart racing. She slowly backed up, trying to leave as quietly as possible. However, out of the corner of her eye, she saw you both and immediately froze.

“Oh my god!” you squealed, trying to cover yourself. Billie quickly pulled out and turned to see what you were looking at, her eyes widening when she realized what had happened.

“I’m not here, I’m not here,” Zoe muttered, still covering her eyes.

“Ugh, Zoe, get out!” Billie sighed, clearly annoyed.

“Yep! I’ll just room with the girls,” Zoe stammered, her face turning red as she made a quick exit. “You guys have a good one!” she called out loudly, slamming the door behind her.

“Now where were we,” Billie said focusing back on you.

“Seriously, bills?” you exclaimed. “Our friend walked in on us doing it,” you hit her arm playfully.

“It’s just, Zoe,” she giggled. You rolled your eyes as she lifted your chin.

“We’re not done yet,” she said in a low, seductive voice that made you fold and forget what had just happened.

She watched you crumble as she pulled the fake penis back in continuing what you both were doing before you were interrupted.

After waiting for years, you weren't about to stop now.

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Authors Note: Wow, this has definitely been the longest chapter I’ve written so far! I had to rush to get this out because you all were so eager for the last part, and who am I to make you wait? I told you you weren’t quite ready for this! 😏 Thank you all for your amazing support—it truly means a lot. I hope you enjoyed this little series! ♥️ I’m going to bed bye 😘