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okay but do u ever listen to the chorus of wildflower and think about ur younger self, like everything she had to go through and everything you put her through and what she could've become if things had been different?? bc it's lowk soul crushing?? like wdym i see her, in the back of my mind, all the time? like a fever, like i'm burning alive, like a sign?? did i cross the line?

(pls dont come for me i know thats not what she wrote this song abt)

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My girl sweeping all those categories! So proud!!!

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౨ৎ can’t be friends; b. eilish. . .

౨ৎ school bully!billie x fem!reader ౨ৎ fluff ` ⋆˙⟡ she fought for you

your gaze's fixed on the working oven, intently staring at the chocolate chip cookies you've suddenly decided to bake. the tv is quietly humming in the background, occasionally causing you to become distracted and watch the events happening on the other side of the screen without much interest. at some point you were so deep in thought that you didn't hear the doorbell ringing repeatedly, then turned in a dull thud, as if someone really wanted to see you.

you jump up, quickly walking to the door and opening it, just to see billie standing in front of you. her nose is broken, cheekbone is bruised, knuckles are covered in blood, running down her joints and eventually onto the floor of your porch. "oh god, what happened?"

taking her hand gently, you pull her into the house, slamming the wooden door shut with your foot. billie follows you silently, like a lost puppy, as you sit her down on the couch, running to the other side of the room to get the first aid kit. she just continues to stare at you, not saying a word.

"billie. what happened?" you look at her with genuine concern, your fingertips lifting her chin so your eyes meet, but she looks away, shied.

"asshole got what he deserved," she says quietly, and for the first few seconds you don't understand what she means until the realization hits you.

a few days ago, you turned down a popular guy when he publicly asked you out. the rejection earned you a painful slap, the mark still slightly etched on your cheek. you didn't know billie knew about it.

"don't tell me you fought with evan" you look at her sternly, though your whole body betrays the softness sitting in your heart.

billie looks at you from under her lashes, blue eyes devouring your heart over and over with each passing moment.

"he hit you" she thinks before continuing. "no one dares touch you"

you try to hide the blush on your cheeks, but the attempt fails, and you silently sit on her lap, bringing the cotton ball with peroxide to her cheekbone, gently blotting away the congealed blood. she winces slightly, but makes no sound. "you're doing great" you smile, and she can't help but drop her hands to your hips, pulling your body closer to hers. you suppress a sigh.

"why didn't you tell me he did it? you could’ve called, i swear i'd have killed him on the spot" her voice is annoyed, not because of you, but because some idiot dared to touch what's in her head that belongs to her.

"because i knew you'd do something like that" finishing with her face, you move to her hands, frowning when you notice how badly her knuckles are bruised. "you don't have to fight anyone over me"

she snorts, rolling her eyes dramatically. "first of all, i'll decide for myself what i should do" she says these words like she doesn't mean it. because you both know she'll say 'yes ma'am' as soon as you look at her with that look. "secondly, we didn't fight, i kicked his ass"

you giggle, knowing she's embellishing, but you decide to pretend you believe she's your prince charming.

the next few minutes are spent in silence, not including your quiet, synchronized breaths burning each other's faces. billie breaks the silence.

"can't you see how much i like you?" the question catches you off guard, causing you to look up again, meeting her eyes, moving down to her perfect, plump lips. "i've been trying my hardest to get your attention for the last few months! i skip my games for you, i pick stupid wildflowers for you, i do—"

you cut off her monologue, pressing your lips to hers in a soft, sensual kiss, and billie hesitates for a second, before wrapping her arms tightly around your waist, deepening the kiss, sliding her tongue into your mouth, exploring it with special passion. the only problem was the oxygen, which ran out quickly, forcing you to pull away from each other, foreheads now gently pressing together.

"i know you like me," you whisper, playing with the hairs on the back of her neck as she moves down to your jaw, leaving soft nips and gentle kisses. "being with you gonna ruin my reputation."

she pulls away with special enthusiasm, looking into your eyes, and you can see a tail wagging behind her.

"did you just say you'd be my girlfriend?"

"yes"

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ᥫ᭡ late night feelings

contents: bsf!bilie eilish x fem!reader. smau. friends to lovers. friendly banter. two idiots in love. fluff.

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I hate it so much , makes me feel so disgusting

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love languages; b.eilish .𖥔🦢 ݁⋅♡˚𖥔.  ❥ "quality time"

going on walks together there is something about the fresh air in your face. your fingers intertwined. the soft rustling of leaves on trees. the occasional car driving by calmly on the street. shark tugging on her hand as he walks ahead. your head leaning on her shoulder. arm curled in hers.

cooking together 'just like that' she teases holding your hand as she helps you stir the contents in the bowl. you smile. face flushed as you lean against her body. her soft breathing is comforting. she smells sweet and like home. you both move effortlessly when you cook together. both in your element. she shifts from the stove to the counter as you chop up veggies. you wipe your hands on the towel hanging from her back pocket and she kisses your cheek when you sneak up next to her watching her stir. it’s calm and you’ve got the routine down.

reading the same book when she mentioned it, you couldn’t get the idea out of your head. you were choosing a new book. she was helping. ‘we should read the same book and then talk about each chapter,’ she was so proud of her suggestion. you squealed and took her hands forcing her to stand up as you jumped up and down. your girlfriend and a book, that’s all you needed in life really. she loved listening to your inner monologue about the books you read. she wanted to experience that with you. ‘let’s pick a book,’ you exclaimed bringing her back down to the couch. ‘bookstore?’ she raised her brow and you smiled big squealing once again, nodding excitedly.

date nights every friday. sometimes it’s spontaneous but she knows you like to have things planned so you’ll both agree on something from the list of date ideas you’ve accumulated on your notes app. things you’ve seen on instagram, pinterest, tiktok. your most recent was a pottery class. she looked so cute with her hair tied and her little apron. you asked her to recreate the ghost scene with you and you both loved every second. you giggled and joked but you also loved feeling your body behind yours and your messy hands in the clay. you filmed it but were still debating if you wanted to share it with the world. your dates were sacred and you had a whole album in your phone with pictures of them. if she’s on tour, it’s still every friday even if it’s early in the morning before rehearsals or before her show. sometimes you eat breakfast together, even if it's through a screen or you listened to music together.

weekend getaways when life gets too hectic you love getting away. sometimes you road trip and that’s your favorite. you love stopping at random gas stations and getting snacks. you love feeling her hand on your thigh and intertwining your fingers while listening to music or pausing it to have conversations that start off so random. you remember the time you went to joshua tree. it was hot as hell but being secluded was nice. you rarely got those moments of pure exclusivity unless you were on vacation. it was also the first time you had sex outdoors but that’s neither here nor there.

exploring new places if she's on tour, and you're able to join her, you love exploring the cities she visits. most of the time her crew tag along but she always holds your hand, she always listened to what you share about the places you explore. you heads close together taking selfies. arms linked. hands on lower backs. heads on shoulders. eyes marveling new sights with your favorite person by your side. you just feel so lucky you got to experience it with her.

[jayjaywetforbils]

‘BIRDS OF A FEATHER’ becomes the first song by a female artist in HISTORY to spend a full year in the Top 10 of Global Spotify! ⭐️

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firsts

masterlist prompt list

warnings: fluff, mentions of sa. pls don’t read if you’re uncomfortable. 

synopsis: you and billie have a late night talk, about almost everything. the topic of your first time comes up, and billie tries to help you understand what you actually just retold. 

It’s late. The kind of late that makes the walls feel softer, like the dark has weight. The kind of late where neither of you are really making sense anymore. Billie’s cheek is warm against your shoulder, her arm slung across your middle. You’ve stopped scrolling. Just lying there, tangled up, breathing slow. Talking about nothing.

She mumbles something about her worst kiss. You laugh, half-asleep, tell her about yours.

Somehow, things just keep unspooling.

“So what about your first time?” she asks eventually, voice low, casual, like it’s just part of the game. “Was it, like, with someone you were dating?”

You shake your head against the pillow. “Nah. It was just at a party. Random.”

Billie doesn’t react. Just shifts a little, her fingers resting on your stomach now.

“I was sixteen,” you say. “Kind of a mess. I hadn’t really drank before that, or barely. So I went way too hard. Like, cheap vodka and no food all day. Classic.”

She hums, amused, relaxed.

“I didn’t really know a lot of people there. I went with someone I kinda knew, but they ditched me pretty early. So I was just… wandering around. Holding some drink someone handed me. Sitting on stairs. Talking to people whose names I never learned.”

Her fingers pause just briefly, then start tracing again.

“I remember I kept telling people it was my first time drinking. Which, like, probably made me look super cool and in control, obviously,” you say dryly.

She chuckles softly into your skin.

“And there was this guy. I don’t know who he came with, but he was in the kitchen. Or maybe the backyard. At some point we ended up smoking together. He was older. I remember thinking that was kind of hot at the time.”

You smile faintly. “I think I told him I liked his shoes which was weird of me.”

Billie doesn’t say anything, but she’s still listening. You can feel it in the way her arm tightens just a bit around your waist.

“I think I also told him I hadn’t hooked up with anyone before. It was one of those dumb things you say when you’re trying to sound casual but it’s obviously a big deal.”

You pause. “I don’t remember exactly how it happened. Like, I remember bits. Him leading me upstairs. Me tripping on the stairs and laughing. Him saying something like ‘You good?’ and me nodding too hard.”

You glance at the ceiling, blinking slowly.

“I think we were in someone’s bedroom. It smelled like weed and Febreze. There were, like, posters everywhere. Weird choice for a host, honestly.”

Billie makes a soft noise, almost a laugh, but it dies in her throat.

“I don’t really remember how it started. He kissed me, I think. Or maybe he just… started touching me. I do remember thinking, ‘Oh, this is really happening.’ And then immediately being like, ‘Okay, don’t mess it up. Don’t be weird.’”

Your voice is light. Not mocking, just distant. Like you’re telling someone else’s story.

“And then… yeah. It happened. It was kind of fast. Not great. Definitely not what I thought it’d be like. It kinda hurt. I kept laughing, I think because I didn’t know what else to do.”

You frown faintly, still staring at the ceiling.

“I remember thinking I probably looked dumb. Like I wasn’t doing it right. And I didn’t want him to think I was a kid or something. So I kept trying to act, like, into it? But my head was spinning and I couldn’t really… keep track of what was happening.”

You’re quiet for a second. Billie hasn’t moved.

“I don’t remember if I said yes, but I think I did. I don’t know. I didn’t say no. I don’t think.”

There’s a longer silence this time. The air shifts.

Then, very softly, Billie says, “How old was he?”

You shrug. “Older. I don’t know. Twenty-five, maybe?”

You don’t say it like it’s shocking. You say it like it’s weather.

And then you notice, she’s not breathing against you anymore. Or she is, but it’s tighter. Still.

You glance at her.

“What?”

Her eyes are open now. She’s not looking at you. Just staring past your shoulder like she’s trying to figure out how to say something without making it worse.

She swallows. “You were sixteen.”

You blink. “Yeah?”

Her eyes flick to yours. “And he was, like, twenty-five.”

“I guess.”

Billie props herself up on one elbow, very slowly. “Babe…”

You sit up a little too, suddenly weirdly defensive. “What?”

She doesn’t speak right away.

“I mean, I said yes,” you add, trying to fill the silence. “Or I think I did. I was drunk, yeah, but… I wasn’t, like, passed out or anything.”

She just looks at you. Not judging. Not angry. Just… sad.

You feel your stomach tighten. “What?”

“That’s not okay.”

You shake your head. “It wasn’t, like… a big thing. I didn’t think about it that much after.”

Her hand touches your arm, gentle. “You were sixteen. And drunk. And alone. He was a grown-ass man. That’s not a hookup story. That’s someone taking advantage.”

You flinch, almost without meaning to. “But I didn’t even, I wasn’t, like, traumatized. I didn’t feel violated. I just felt kind of… embarrassed. Like I’d done it wrong.”

She shakes her head, slow. “It’s not about how you felt. It’s about what actually happened. He knew better. You were a kid, and he didn’t stop to think about that for even a second.”

You look down, suddenly unsure what to do with your hands. “I never told anyone that story like it was a bad thing.”

“Because you didn’t know it was a bad thing,” she says quietly.

Silence again. You’re both upright now, facing each other in the near-dark. Your chest feels heavy and hollow at the same time.

“I didn’t think I was allowed to be upset about it,” you say finally. “I thought it just… was what it was.”

Billie pulls you into her arms. Not forcefully. Just enough to hold you, settle you against her chest.

“You’re allowed to feel however you feel,” she whispers. “But you should know that what happened wasn’t your fault. And it wasn’t okay.”

You nod, though your brain feels like static. Like the story is unraveling in your mind as you sit with it. You lie like that for a while. Not talking. Just breathing.

Eventually, you murmur, “I keep thinking about how I thought I needed to impress him. Like, I needed him to think I was cool. Mature. Whatever. And he just… let me believe it.”

You feel her chin rest lightly on top of your head. “Of course you did. That’s what kids do. That’s what they’re supposed to do. Trust people.”

You’re quiet again.

Then, “Do you think he knew what he was doing?”

Billie doesn’t answer right away. Her breath is steady, but there’s tension in her voice when she finally speaks.

“I think men like that don’t ask themselves questions like that. I think they don’t have to. They do what they want, and let everyone else live with it.”

You nod slowly, hollow. “I feel kind of… stupid.”

“Don’t,” she says immediately. “Please don’t.”

You let her hold you again. Her skin is warm. Her hand slides slow across your back, grounding.

Eventually, you whisper, “Thanks for… saying something. I don’t think I ever would’ve, ”

“I know,” she says softly.

The silence after that is different. Heavier, but cleaner. Like something old has been dug up and aired out. It still stings, but it’s not festering in the dark anymore.

Eventually, Billie says, “You wanna stay like this a while?”

You nod into Billie and she softly kisses the top of your head.

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take a break while watching this little bunny cross your dash

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sleepy

warnings: no warnings, just fluff.

synopsis: cuddling billie, falling asleep in her arms.

Finneas’s living room is full, but not loud, warm with the buzz of conversation and the clink of glasses, the sound of old friends catching up over soft music pulsing from speakers tucked into corners. Laughter moves in waves across the room, easy and familiar. You sit tucked beside Billie on the couch, half-wrapped in a blanket that someone had tossed over the backrest earlier, your legs curled beneath you, shoulder resting against her side. She’s animated, talking with her hands, eyes lit as she adds something to a story that has the rest of the room laughing. But you’re quiet. Not from discomfort, just… tired in a way that doesn’t fully make sense. Your body feels heavy and still, like you’ve folded yourself down smaller than usual, a little closer into the corner of the couch, a little deeper into Billie’s space than normal.

You blink slowly, your gaze unfocused as it drifts across the room, not really seeing. The heat from Billie’s body beside you is constant, her thigh pressed to yours, the edge of her hoodie brushing your arm, her perfume soft and grounding. Your head tilts, barely thinking about it, until it’s resting lightly against her bicep. She notices, of course she does, but doesn’t make a thing of it. She doesn’t pause her sentence, doesn’t shift, just gently adjusts so you’re better supported, her arm curling behind you like it belongs there. Her voice lowers not dramatically, not pointedly just enough that it slips into something quieter, softer. She keeps talking to the others, laughing still, but her hand finds your hair, her fingers combing slowly through it in a rhythm that’s comforting without drawing attention. She keeps you close. Protective without being outwardly overt about it.

Minutes stretch. You don’t say much, if anything, but Billie doesn’t push. She knows when to fill silence and when to let it be. Her fingers continue to drift through your hair, and then down your arm, drawing small circles with her thumb at your elbow. Your eyes are barely open now, each blink longer than the last. You’re not exactly sad but you’re not really okay, either. It feels like a low fog hanging just behind your ribs, something unnamed and thick and a little cold.

Eventually, Billie leans in slightly, her breath warm above your ear, her lips brushing just barely against your hair. 

“Are you falling asleep on me?” she whispers, her tone low, not teasing. You nod faintly against her shoulder, a small crease forming between your brows. 

She tilts her head, voice barely audible now. 

“What’s wrong?” 

You shrug, slow and tired. Your lips part, barely enough to let the words slip out, “Not sure.”

She doesn’t press. She just hums quietly in understanding, like she already knows. Her fingers move again, soothing and slow, her touch more deliberate now long strokes down your back, soft circles on your arm. You breathe in deeper. Your hearing dulls at the edges, the voices around you slipping into a muffled blur. Billie doesn’t move away. She doesn’t stop talking to the others, but her voice stays quiet, her body still molded to yours. One of her hands tucks the blanket closer around your shoulders. The other never leaves your arm. As your face turns into her hoodie, your nose presses lightly against her skin, and you let go. The weight in your chest eases just slightly, and you fall asleep to the sound of her heartbeat under your cheek and her fingers moving in quiet, endless circles, Billie’s lips slowly coming down and pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

[jayjaywetforbils]

Me too Billie girl. Me too xx

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Hey baby! I have a request if that's okay! I'm not sure if you are taking any, though, so please feel free to ignore my love.

I'd love to see the reader being the photographer who's taking all the photos, and right after this busy day, billie just cuddles with us looking through all the photos. (Cons of having a famous photographer as a gf) 🤍

photographer

masterlist prompt list

warnings: none. just fluff.

synopsis: you’re billies photographer gf, and go through the photos of the night after a long show.

You push open the green room door with your shoulder, camera still slung heavy around your neck, and the moment you step in, Billie lifts her head from the couch with a groggy little noise.

“Hi,” she rasps, voice croaky from the set, one arm flopping weakly to pat the cushion beside her. “C’mere.”

She’s stretched out, one leg bent, the other kicked up lazily over the couch arm, oversized tee damp with sweat and clinging to her stomach. Her eyeliner’s smudged just a little under one eye. You don’t think you’ve ever seen her look hotter.

You grin, setting your gear bag down and slipping in beside her, her arm automatically curling around your waist.

“You wanna go through today’s photos?” you murmur, already pulling your camera up into your lap.

She nods, sleepy and slow, letting her cheek rest against your shoulder. “Mhm. Show me.”

You scroll back to the first few from this afternoon,Billie with her in-ears still half hanging, mic tucked in her back pocket, staring out at the empty stage during soundcheck. Then a shot of her laughing at something her brother said, her tongue poking out as she flipped him off.

Billie chuckles softly. “He deserved that. I was right.”

“Always,” you murmur, kissing the top of her head.

Next are a few of her just before going on,her arms crossed tight, head bowed a little, lights from side-stage casting these golden streaks across her red roots. Then mid-set: one where she’s pointing at the crowd, her mouth open mid-yell, and the stage lights catch in her sweat like glitter.

“God,” she mutters. “I look like I’ve been hosed down.”

“Sexy as hell though,” you mutter, flicking to the next. She’s got one hand in her hair, shirt riding up just enough to show her hip bones, legs wide in that signature power stance.

You let out a soft groan. “Fuck… how are you so hot.”

She giggles, nuzzling into your neck. “Good angles. Great photographer.”

You roll your eyes. “Biased.”

Then you swipe to the next,a quick mirror pic the two of you took before she went on, her arm slung around your shoulder, both of you grinning like idiots. You in your camera rig, Billie mid-laugh, tongue out.

“Aww,” she murmurs. “That one’s cute.”

You go to the next and freeze. It’s a photo you didn’t know you took,probably hit the shutter by accident, camera reflected against a mirror. You’re sitting cross-legged side-stage, camera in your lap, looking down at your phone, a little sunbeam catching in your hair. You look… soft. Unaware.

You quickly try to swipe past it, muttering, “Oops. Didn’t mean to keep that,”

“Wait, wait,go back,” Billie says, sitting up a bit.

“It’s nothing,”

“Baby,” she insists, grabbing your wrist. “Back.”

You sigh and swipe back. Billie stares for a second, then grins. “You’re so pretty. Why’d you try to hide this?”

You feel your cheeks burn. “Because I look,tired. And sweaty. And not the point of the camera.”

“You look beautiful,” she murmurs, nuzzling her nose into your cheek. “Don’t skip pics of my girl.”

You grin shyly and lean your head against hers. “Fine.”

You scroll through a few more,her jumping, arms wide, her crouched low singing to the barricade, a close-up where she’s half-screaming into the mic, expression wild.

But her responses get quieter. “Mhm… that one’s… loud,” she mumbles.

You glance down. Billie’s eyes are half-closed, lips parted just slightly, her head fully resting on your shoulder now. You keep scrolling slowly just in case, but her breathing evens out, her hand slipping down to your thigh and going still.

You turn your head and smile. She’s out cold. A little damp strand of hair’s stuck to her temple, and her mouth twitches every now and then in her sleep.

Carefully, quietly, you reach for your camera and angle it down. One click.

The final photo of the night: Billie curled up beside you, utterly spent, lashes resting on her cheeks, your hoodie bunched up under her arm, and the soft, golden light of the green room glowing around her.

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i don’t blame you

but i can’t change you

don’t hate you

but we can’t save you

you were born reaching

for your mothers hands

victim of your fathers plans

to rule the world

too afraid to step outside

paranoid and petrified

of what you heard

[blue, billie eilish]

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Skater!Billie x Reader (cute, soft, smut)

Skater!Billie was rolling down the campus on her board, one AirPod in, texting her friend with her free hand. You turned the corner at the same time, and boom. Bodies tangled, your coffee spilled, her board went flying. Skater!Billie landed on top of you and groaned dramatically: “Damn. Didn’t know the ground had soft spots.”Skater!Billie apologized by buying you a new coffee that same hour and asked, if she could “make it up to you…again. Like… tomorrow. For lunch?”

Skater!Billie did not waste any second to flirt with you, teasing you about your “Bambi brown eyes” and how bad she feels that she gave someone this pretty a few little scratches. 

You immediately were intimidated by her, her presence, her beauty, her eyes. The way she would talk to you, no shyness, just bold and hot. Like she was the most confident girl in the world. 

Skater!Billie who asked for your phone after she got you coffee and called herself so she had your number, which made you blush and giggle. 

After your lunch date, Skater!Billie had wet dreams about you. 

You started riding with her on her skateboard every morning - sometimes she holds your hips, pressing your ass hard against her front. 

Or sometimes you stand behind her, arms wrapped around her hoodie, face on her back, smelling her perfume. 

If Skater!Billie is in a good mood (or trying to impress you), she will do tricks with you hanging on, laughing when you squeal. Skater!Billie always takes her time helping you off the board. One hand on your waist, one on your hand. Total excuse to get close. Skater!Billie flicks the corner of your hat, calls you “pretty girl” when you pout. And it works every time. Skater!Billie brings you to the local skatepark and pretends she’s “just showing you around.” You realize quickly she’s showing off.

The first time you complimented her ollie, she blushed so hard she nearly tripped trying to do it again.

When guys at the park try talking to you, she gets weirdly clingy, looping her arm around your waist or pulling you to sit in her lap on the ledge. 

“She’s with me. Keep skating, dude.”Skater!Billie is not subtle. She likes showing you off even if you’re not technically dating yet.

Skater!Billie plays it cool after falling - “I’m fine, not a big deal” - even with a scared knee and a wrist she can barely move. You drag her to your dorm and make her sit still while you clean her up. She rolls her eyes, but lowkey loves the attention. “You’re seriously gonna kiss it better, right? That’s how it works, yeah?” 

Skater!Billie melts when you baby her - hands in her hair, a cold can of soda pressed to her bruises, your fingers gently taping her wrist.

Skater!Billie constantly calls you nicknames: “Skater girl,” “campus cutie,” or “my passenger princess”. 

Skater!Billie has a thing for holding your thigh while you ride with her - she swears it’s for “balance.” 

You’ve caught her staring at you when you’re focused, like at the library or eating lunch. When you ask what, she shrugs and says: “Just checking if you’re real.”

One night after a skate session, she looked at you and said: “You’re like… the only thing that slows me down. In a good way.” 

Skater!Billie gets nervous before big skate events, but you show up with snacks, her favorite hoodie, and zero pressure. “You land it or not, you’re still the coolest person here, Bills.” 

You leave little notes in her backpack. Skater!Billie keeps them folded in her wallet.

Skater!Billie won’t admit it yet, but she’s falling hard. And you? Even harder.

When you’re on her board, Skater!Billie insists you hold onto her hips or shoulders, but then leans into your touch like she’s addicted. When you wear short skirts or tight jeans, she can’t focus. She tries to play it cool but mutters, “You’re really out here trying to kill me today huh?” 

Skater!Billie will “accidentally” run her hand over your thigh when helping you off the board, then give you that smirk like: “Oops. My bad.” 

Skater!Billie takes you to the skatepark at sunset when no one’s around. Preparing a cute little picnic at the corner of the park on the soft grass. 

“Kiss for the champion?” She asks you after landing a trick she tried to practice for so long. And that’s how you started dating. 

Sometimes Skater!Billie leans over while you’re sitting on a bench, caging you in with her arms, just to say something stupid like: “You look good. But you would even look better under me. That’s all. I just wanted to ruin your day a little.” Making you get super shy and embarrassed, laughing and driving away on her board leaving you all flustered. 

Skater!Billie always gives you her hoodie when it gets chilly. She loves seeing it on you. Especially with nothing underneath. 

One time you showed up at her dorm wearing just her oversized hoodie and she had to physically sit on her hands to stop herself from touching your boobs under her hoodie. “You’re evil. And I’m a good person. But like.. not that good.” 

Skater!Billie gets mad quiet when someone flirts with you. Lips tight, jaw clenched, hands in fists. 

Once a guy at a party offered you a drink and Skater!Billie took it from his hands and said: "She’s good. Try again never.” 

If someone dares make you uncomfortable, she’ll press you against her in public and say something like: “You’re mine for the night. That clear enough babe?” 

You’ve made out in the back of her car after class or a skate session - legs over her lap, hands tangled in her hoodie, her board rattling in the trunk. Skater!Billie was your first girl, and you wanted to take your time with getting intimate. You told her, were scared of how she would react, but she promised you there’s nothing to worry about and that she will wait till you are ready. 

Skater!Billie for sure never forgets to remind you that she wants you tho. Whenever a make out session gets a little heated, words and whispers slip while kissing: “I want you so bad right now.” “You have no idea what you do to me.” “If we weren’t in public..” 

Skater!Billie loves whispering something dirty in your ear while you’re trying to study. And then walks away like nothing happened. 

You sleep over one night “by accident.” Skater!Billie lets you borrow her boxers and shirt, and stares at you the entire time you change.

You’re laying in her bed, half-watching a movie, when she traces your thigh under the blanket, making you get wet. “Can I touch you, or are you gonna make me earn it?” 

Skater!Billie is surprisingly soft spoken when she’s flustered. But she makes up for it with how her hands move. Gentle at first, then hungrier. Like she’s memorizing you.

After 2 months of dating, Skater!Billie was allowed to touch you softly between your legs, with your panties on tho. Her finger on the thin and soft fabric of your underwear, caressing slow circles over your clit, slowly going down and back up your folds. She brings you to an orgasm within minutes by rubbing your clothed clit slowly, secretly getting an orgasm herself by just satisfying you. 

It didn’t take long for you to feel less shy and a little more confident every time you two were alone. After her stimulating your clit once, it happened almost every single following day. And after two weeks, Skater!Billie was allowed to remove your underwear. 

Skater!Billie removes her joggers, only sitting in bed in her boxers. During a make out session she pulls you on her lap and guides you on her right thigh, where you begin to ride her slowly. 

That night changed something in you.

Skater!Billie was allowed to finally fuck you like she was aching for for so long. 

The first three times were gentle, soft, romantic. She was super careful. Scared to hurt you, acting like you were made out of glass. 

But after that, Skater!Billie was a beast. She couldn’t control herself anymore.

She would fuck you harder and faster every time, stretching you and making you get used to feeling full with two fingers, preparing to strap the shit out of you in a few weeks. 

[jayjaywetforbils]

nothing better than sitting in ur car alone and screaming L’AMOUR DE MA VIE [OVER NOW] as loud as u can in an empty parking lot

[jayjaywetforbils]

Bodyguard!Billie x Singer!Reader

Bodyguard!Billie was hired after a serious incident involving a stalker — she wasn't supposed to be your primary bodyguard, but she quickly became the one you trusted most.

Bodyguard!Billie at first called you “ma’am” or “miss” and kept it strictly professional, barely speaking unless necessary — which made you insanely curious.

You used to tease Bodyguard!Billie during long rides in the SUV just to see if you could get her to crack a smile. Eventually, you did — and it felt like winning an award.

Things changed after one particularly vulnerable night: you were crying in a hotel hallway after a panic attack, and Bodyguard!Billie didn’t just escort you back to your room — she stayed. She held your hand until you fell asleep.

You started sneaking Bodyguard!Billie into your hotel room at night. Not for sex at first — just to talk. You liked hearing her stories. She liked hearing your real voice, the one without PR polish.

The first time you kissed was in an elevator where there were no cameras, just a short silence and Bodyguard!Billie saying, “You’re going to ruin me,” before giving in.

You wear her hoodie at soundcheck and claim it’s just “comfortable.” She pretends to roll her eyes but watches you like she’s about to lose her mind.

Bodyguard!Billie gets visibly jealous when dancers or male artists get too close. You pretend not to notice — but you definitely notice.

Hotel rooms become sacred spaces — Bodyguard!Billie always checks the room herself before you enter. You tease her for it, but you secretly love how seriously she takes your safety.

You’ve hooked up in dressing rooms, private jets, and behind closed doors at award shows. She always bites her knuckle to keep quiet. You never do.

Bodyguard!Billie once punched a paparazzo who shoved you trying to get a photo — it made headlines, but her name was never revealed.

One time at an afterparty, a drunk man grabbed your waist too casually, and Bodyguard!Billie grabbed his wrist so hard he yelled. You calmed her down in the backseat afterward with soft kisses and whispered “thank yous.”

She acts tough around others, but when you’re alone she literally melts if you run your fingers through her hair. It’s her weakness.

She has a favorite spot to rest her head — your lap. She calls it “recharging.” She only lets you see how exhausted she really gets from guarding you all day.

She says things like “I’d take a bullet for you” without even blinking. You believe her.

You’ve caught her staring at you during rehearsals like you hung the stars. She pretends she’s just scanning for threats, but her blush gives her away.

When you're anxious before shows, Bodyguard!Billie stands behind you with her hand pressed lightly between your shoulder blades — firm, grounding. Like saying, "I’m here. You’re safe. Go be brilliant."

You once told her in a whisper, “No one makes me feel safer than you do.” She kissed your knuckles like a vow.

Bodyguard!Billie always wears the same black-on-black fitted suit, sleeves rolled up just enough to show her tattoo — and she knows you stare.

When you're on tour, she stands outside your dressing room but lingers by the door after everyone leaves, leaning in to murmur: "I should be watching the hallway, but you look too good tonight to ignore."

Her earpiece is often turned down when she’s with you. She likes hearing you more than her security team.

Bodyguard!Billie's hand never strays from the small of your back. It’s protective… but also possessive.

When you pass each other backstage, she subtly brushes her fingers along your wrist or gives a barely-there touch to your waist. You always shiver.

Once, in a VIP lounge, you sat on her lap “to save space.” Her voice was calm in your ear, but her hand on your thigh was not.

You’ve kissed with the earpiece still in. She moaned when your hand pulled at her bulletproof vest strap. "You're gonna make me take this off, right here?"

Bodyguard!Billie has mastered locking doors with one hand — especially bathroom doors. "Five minutes," she says. It's never five minutes.

After a red carpet event, she practically dragged you into the SUV before you even got the door shut. That was the night she discovered she really liked you in heels wrapped around her waist.

Bodyguard!Billie once had you pinned against the wall of your dressing room, still fully clothed, whispering: "Sing like that on stage, but moan like this just for me."

Bodyguard!Billie doesn’t get jealous — she gets possessive. If someone gets too close, she doesn’t say a word… she just stares them down until they back off.

One time you flirted with a backup dancer to mess with her — she didn’t speak to you for a full hour. That night, she made sure you couldn’t walk straight before your next soundcheck.

"I guard your body, yeah. But I own it too, don't I?"

After she gets rough, Bodyguard!Billie always makes you tea or orders room service, sitting beside you in bed while rubbing slow circles on your thigh.

Bodyguard!Billie whispers things like "You okay, baby?" "Tell me if it's ever too much." "You're everything to me."

When you're both tangled in sheets, she holds your hand against her chest, kisses your knuckles, and says she never thought protecting someone would mean falling for them.

[jayjaywetforbils]

i have a love hate relationship with being flexible