gracie

what about the plans we made.ᐣˎˊ˗

[ovrhaetedd]

introduction

masterlist

request = closed (lol i got a book to write)

࣪ ˖ 𖦹°⋆ gracie. lesbian. writer. she/her. billie eilish. wattpad. mariae cassandra. thrifting. animals. pink. male fantasy. leith ross. the vampire diaries. soundcloud. wattpad fic recs. everything sucks. cds. vinyls. books. tv shows. the florida project. speak. movies. letterboxd. spotify. instagram. ࣪ ˖ 𖦹°⋆

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[ovrhaetedd]

also i lied about being back

follow my tiktok tho @prtyfavorrr

[ovrhaetedd]

bro i wrote a short story for english and i inly got 50% youre actually joking.

i havent been at school since then tho so idk why

[ovrhaetedd]

so do we want my plan for a new book cause my old ones r ass and i have no morivation for them??

[ovrhaetedd]

hi hello im back again

[ovrhaetedd]

hi cutie! mooties? <3

yesyesyes, im not super active on here anymore but YES

[mscomet]

why did so many of the billie writers switch to katseye. i don’t mean the ones who write for both… just the ones who strictly write katseye now. AND WHY IS IT THE GOOD AUTHORS FML PLS COME BACK

[ovrhaetedd]

hi ur so cool mwah

omg thank you, i love you!!

[gracieeilish]

she’s a cancer

warnings: astrology shit

“okay there’s one more thing,” claudia started.

billie tilted her head, egging her to continue.

recently, billie had been feeling itchy… romantically itchy. she has spent so much time single, making friends, making new music, and really just taking the time to find herself outside of the glitzy gold title of “billie eilish”. and now that she feels like she’s found all that, well… a little romance thrown into the mix couldn’t hurt.

she confided in her future sister-in-law over dinner at their place one night, while finneas was running late from a studio session. just girl talk on wanting to find someone fun and romantic and sweet and adventurous and perfect for her. and claudia had a few options in mind, but date by date, they were swindling. and now she was on her last option of the people she truly thought billie could match with… you.

“she’s a cancer…” she winced, waiting for her response.

“okayyy?? and?”

“cancers and sagittarius’ have a reputation of not blending well. sagittarius’ are impulsive and stubborn and adventurous and energetic,” billie nodded along like she was describing the color of the sky. “cancers are homebodies; they’re maternal and romantic and soft and sensitive and sometimes over emotional.”

billie listened intently, carefully thinking over her option.

“can i at least see a picture?”

claudia tapped away on her phone for before showing billie your instagram. her eyes widened with interest before she scrolled for a few minutes.

“… so is she the kind of cancer who doesn’t like adventure?” billie asked, almost pouting a little in preemptive disappointment.

“not necessarily. she’s pretty extroverted once you get to know her, cancer or not. but y/n.. she.. well she needs to know what time the adventure is, and is she needs cash for the adventure and what the parking situation is at said adventure.”

“ahh,” billie nodded, understanding. “so what do i need to do to woo her?” she asked teasingly.

claudia chuckled a bit before answering: “she’s a cancer… i think it’s pretty obvious.”

🌊✨🦀♋️🌙🫧

the light from her laptop reflected against her skin as billie spent hours that night learning everything and anything she could about the supposed water loving, 69ing, star-crossed crab she was going on a somewhat blind date with.

“cancer zodiacs are deeply emotional, nurturing, and intuitive, seeking soul-deep connection, security, and romance in relationships. in sex, they are tender and sensual, requiring emotional trust to truly open up, yet they are passionate lovers who cherish intimacy. they often need a, safe, loving, and passionate escape, often finding joy in deep kisses and, as a, water sign, deep emotional connection,” billie read to herself, scrolling through the first few links google spat back at her when searching “cancer zodiac relationship traits.”

“hmm,” she hummed, leaning back in her chair and picking at her bottom lip as she envisioned it all:

the string lights turned to a dim setting, letting the moon sparkle across the pool water. the soft waves paddling against your skin as the two of you swam around in the cool water. the way she’d gracefully pick you up and press you against the pool wall as she kissed you soft and slow…

she blinked out her her haze, getting ahead of herself. she was interrupted by her phone buzzing next to her.

y/n: hey! still on for tomorrow??

billie: yea, for sure!! meet at mine @ 7?? *👍

*y/n liked a message

billie smiled and closed her laptop. she’s got this.

🌊✨🦀♋️🌙🫧

“what is all this?” you practically giggled when billie opened her back door, leading you out to her deck.

when she said she had something planned, you figured it would be dinner, maybe a movie, hopefully good sex.

what you didn’t expect, was drinks and a pool night under the lights and stars.

“i figured we’d try something different than your typical first date,” she said with a soft smirk, making your insides flip flop.

“alright eilish. well.. i’m up for different.”

“yeah?” her smirk was going to be the death of you.

“yeah.”

she held your eye contact for a moment as she twisted her arms, taking her top off. she threw it and her shorts on the chair next to yours. before she could turn to romantically help you down the pool stairs, you were already diving into the deep end.

billie watched for a second, admiring the way the light sparkled on the moving water. she hummed to herself in thought when you surfaced, pushing the hair off your face and smiling softly.

“i don’t bite!” you called, treading in place. “unless you want me too!!”

“well here i come then,” she teased back, making her way into the cool water. you laughed, playfully splashing some water at her as she swam closer.

you two spent what felt like hours talking about anything and everything. teasing and flirting and giggling and getting to know each other deeper than any other first date either of you had been on.

maybe it was the cocktails, or maybe it was the moonlight bouncing off each others skin, or the sound of the water lapping on the tile walls, or the soft breeze making you both subconsciously move closer.

but before you know it, billie was taking your hand and playfully dancing with you in the pool.

“bils there’s no music,” you giggled as she spun you around.

“you don’t need music to dance!” she exclaimed, spinning you back into her arms, making both of you flinch at the closeness and your breathing simultaneously hitched.

“no..” you started, eyes darting from hers to her lips and back. “i guess you don’t,” you trailed off.

billie started to unravel you from her arms, having you rest between her arms instead.

“you don’t seem like the type to kiss on the first date…” billie started. but the little squeak you let out when she hoisted you up in her arms, wrapping your legs around her waist, fold her you might be willing to detour from your plans.

“i’d like to change that if it’s okay with you,” she asked sweetly. her eyes looked massive as she looked up at you, practically begging to lock her lips on yours.

you let your hand trace up her sternum and over her shoulders, tightening around her neck.

“i think i can make an exception this time,” billie’s face broke into the biggest smile you’d ever seen.

you swore you could feel fireworks going off in your tummy as your beloved moon smiled down on you two, sending extra sea glitter into the pool as you two giggled and smiled into kisses, kisses, and you guessed it, more kisses.

breathless, you only pulled away because you needed oxygen. but your smiles never left your faces.

“sooooo,” billie started. “do you have anything planned tomorrow night?” she bit her lip trying to hide her giddy smile.

“i sure hope so,” you teased, grabbing one of her hands off your waist and intertwining your fingers.

later, she was entranced watching you dry off and walk over, joining her on the little cabana “bed” she had outside and letting you flop carefully into her arms.

billie couldn’t help but wonder… could your soft, sweet, cozy energy finally tie her down?? or would she be the one to finally push you out of your comfort zone and take you to the wild side??

🌊✨🦀♋️🌙🫧

an: can i tell i’m a cancer 🙃

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[gracieeilish]

new hair!

*title is to be read in billie’s voice from that one vanity fair annual interview (i think it’s red roots)

warnings: none, just fluff. sweet but a little short :)

the door clicking shut caught billie’s attention, pushing her headphones off her head as she listened for your footsteps.

“hello?!” you called out teasingly, making your way down the hall.

“hellOOO!” billie replied, leaning back in her chair as she swiveled to face the door you were now walking through.

“hi baby!!” she smiled so big and held her arms out for you to bury yourself into.

“hi bils,” you replied into her shoulder. she smelled like soap and vanilla and a little touch of lavender, all of which made you sigh and squeeze her tighter.

“i thought you were getting your hair done today?” she asked sweetly. her brows were furrowed in confusion when she pulled back.

you faced her with the same confusion, chuckling a little.

“i did get it done… can’t you tell??” you fiddled with your face-framing pieces, showing off their new length, or lack thereof. you didn’t change your hair into a completely new person.. but chopping almost seven inches felt more significant than billie was making it.

“oh! now i see,” billie chirped, noticing the shorter pieces cradling your cheeks. “you look perfect,” she smiled at you and kissed your nose.

but you were still confused. maybe billie didn’t like it? and she didn’t want to hurt you?? or was it really that similar to what it looked like before???

you smiled back and sighed as the two of you started toward the kitchen to begin making dinner.

you couldn’t help but feel a little bummed at billie’s reaction. you were stressing all week over your hair. you kept changing your mind, thinking do you leave it or chop it or go totally different or barely take off an inch or color it or literally anything, and billie knew that. so for billie to barely react to what felt like such a big change… well it was just a bummer.

billie was grabbing some things from the pantry while you turned on the stove and started adding some things to a pan.

“mmm, smells good in here,” billie said in a sing-songy voice, smiling to herself. she went to the windowsill where your record player sat, and put on an old one: one of the vintage jazz records she played when it was just the two of you being sweet at home.

you stirred some veggies as billie danced her way back to you. you chuckled softly as she left a kiss on your cheek and found a home snuggled into your back and shoulder.

“here babe, let me get this out of your way..” billie knew a pet peeve of yours was when your hair was underneath your hoodie. whether on purpose or not, you hated the feeling of it pressed onto your skin when it could be free. billie would always come up behind you, tracing her fingers on the back of your neck to collect your length, and would always pull it out from the soft fabric to let it fan out across your shoulder blades.

you could practically hear billie buffering when she went to grab the length, but found it gone.

“huh?” she said mainly to herself but you heard it anyway. your once long hair, was now short enough to rest right at the collar of your sweatshirt, making it look like it was stuck inside. but in reality, it was just sweet and soft and shorter now.

“WOAH!” she replied with a surprised giggle. you turned in her arms and chuckled with her.

“yeahhhh, now do you see it??” you teased.

“oh my god!! it literally looked like it was tucked in by accident… holy shit babe!!”

fascinated by the new change, she ran her fingers through your hair, gasping softly to herself at the new feeling. she playfully ruffled it at your scalp, watching your smile grow shyer.

“new hair!” she finally exclaimed.

“that’s why i looked so sad! i didn’t realize it looked tucked in,” you both chuckled.

“oooohhh!!!” she giggled. “i feel so stupid now!”

you both laughed at the odd misstep, but fell back into your usual rhythm instantly.

“bro,” she ran her fingers down the length, forcing herself to stop at the bottom where she usually could go for longer. “it looks so cute like this,” she whined affectionately. “you look so pretty,” she added in her goofy little voice which never failed to make you smile.

“thank you baby,” you leaned down to kiss her cheek, and reveled in the little giggle she let out as you kissed her.

“i hope you know i’m gonna be touching it all night, right?” she gave you her signature but silly smirk.

“yeah, yeah i figured,” you rolled your eyes playfully. “just not around the food, maybe?”

she nodded with a gighle.

as expected, billie took every chance she could to play with the new style: pushing a piece behind your ear, pulling it back off your shoulders before she sat down to eat, scratching at your scalp while you watched a movie later, playfully pushing it off your neck to leave sweet kisses there when she convinced you to dance with her along to the movie. she even insisted on washing it as you showered together even though you had it washed earlier.

“i can't get over how good short hair looks on you,” she said later that night, watching you in the mirror, brushing it out.

“you really think so?” you asked sweetly, putting your brush away and turning towards her.

“mmhmm,” she ran her fingers through the short locks, smiling as you hummed at the feeling of her fingers.

“so fucking cute,” she said mainly to herself as she walked into your shared bedroom sirn a smile… you heard her anyway and smiled.

an: if u couldn’t tell, im fucking obsessed with my hair hehe!

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[hitmewithgrapes]

heh, yeah fuck me.

[sllverlake]

RAW. next question.

[gracieeilish]

I want you to do all the prompts on the list especially sleepover and morning after, but can I add first shower together fluff??🥹

no. 11: create your own prompt

prompt list masterlist

the summer sun felt like heaven on your skin, slowly drying the tiny droplets of water, caressing your torso and legs. seagulls cawed somewhere in the distance, melding with the sound of the waves crashing on the shore just mere steps from where you lay.

soft footsteps in the sand caught your attention, so you propped yourself up on your elbows and shifted your sunglasses to the edge of your nose to investigate.

you smiled softly as you saw billie come into view, pushing her wet hair off her forehead and shaking out some water as she approached.

"hi baby," she chirped as she plopped down on her towel next to you.

"you've been busy," you teased as she started to properly dry off.

"well, when in rome!" she joked, flicking some water at you. "you ready to head out soon? i figured we could shower real quick and then go get dinner?"

"yeah! sounds great!" you replied, starting to collect your small pile of things.

the drive back to your airbnb was sweet and domestic; billie driving with one hand while holding yours, the windows were all down, filling the car with sweet summer air, hair flying in your faces...

billie pulled into the driveway one-handed, shooting you a cheesy wink as you watched her effortlessly park the car, which made you scoff and roll your eyes at her... terribly hiding your smile.

"just let me know when you're done, and i'll try to be quick," you called after her as she started down the path to the back of the beach house, where a beautiful outdoor shower resided. billie stopped and turned around.

"i mean... you could just join me... if you wanted to," she replied. there was no teasing in her tone, maybe a little subtext beneath her words, but mostly sweetness.

her blue eyes gleamed as she waited for your response.

"really? i mean.. we've never... well i guess you have seen me naked before," you chuckled at yourself.

"many times in fact," billie quipped, back to her usual flirty self. she raised her brows and bit back a hopeful smile as you thought for another second before agreeing.

🌊

the warm water sputtered on, tickling your cool skin, making you sigh. your eyes fluttered closed as you shifted under the spray, letting the water massage your shoulders for a moment.

you jumped a bit at billie's hands on your waist, still a little cool from the ocean. you tilted your head back to look at her, kissing her cheek lightly before resting your head back on her shoulder.

"you've got too many clothes on missy," she teased as she began to leave kisses on the side of your neck. you shivered at the feeling of her fingers tangling with the strap of your bikini, slowly untying it one-handed as her other rested comfortably on your waist.

she untied the top string, letting it fall down as she untied the bottom string behind your back. you turned around in her arms, tossing the wet fabric over the door, and engulfing yourself in billie's arms.

you couldn't help but chuckle as you turned, noticing billie was already naked and had been the whole time.

"i like the summer breeze," she teased matter-of-factly.

her smile widened as you leaned in to kiss her softly. it was sweet enough to induce a cavity; four pillowy-soft lips connecting again and again, tasting like coconut chapstick, and watermelon, and cool hands tracing shapes on damp skin. billie untied your bikini bottoms, letting them pool around your ankles before you kicked them aside.

she pulled back just enough to look at you, smiling like you hung the moon and stars. she wiped some water from under your eyes and cradled your cheeks in her hands.

"y'so pretty," she said in a sweet little voice. you giggled as she leaned back in a bit, rubbing her nose on yours.

dinner could wait as long as you two needed, so you took your time, lathering each other in strawberry-kiwi body wash and coconut shampoo, giggling as bubbles stuck to your skin or made for sticky kisses, which made you both grimace.

as billie shut off the water, you leaned out the door, grabbed two fluffy towels, and then wrapped billie in the warm fluff. you scrunched her short hair into a towel, just drying it enough so it wouldn't drip, and left a kiss on the back of her neck.

"hey baby?" you hummed, wrapping your arms around billie from behind. she turned her head a bit to let you know she was listening.

"don't ever let me shower alone again?" you pulled out the teasing puppy eyes. billie laughed at your expression and tilted your head closer, kissing your cheek.

"never ever, baby, i could never be so cruel to you," you laughed with her, kissing one more time for good measure.

an: forgive me for how short this is as i get back into the swing of things 🙃

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[bilsluvbird]

(US+ dancer) + (UK(not)+ cheerleader)= greatest duo of all time

luvv youuu @ovrhaetedd

[ovrhaetedd]

bro just changed my whole ass nationality

(i love u tooooo)

[byeilish]

TEXTING WITH BILLIE billie eilish

synopsis; just some texts between gf!billie and shy-ish reader, for your delusional ass.

an; the way i NEED a gf is making me as delusional as y’all are fr. ENJOY

🏷️; @ovrhaetedd @thecuntiestangel @b1lsvrq

[ovrhaetedd]

when will the next part of THG be out?

soon hopefully! but i have cheer choreography wednesday-sunday, and im staying in a hotel and cant take my laptop so… probably not until next week

[byeilish]

A PRANK | BILLIE EILISH

Synopsis: You are a youtuber/influencer, for a video for tiktok you get inspo from something you saw online, a prank to your partner.

The first time you did it, it felt harmless.

Funny, even.

You had the camera set up on the shelf across the room, angled just right to catch the couch—and more importantly, Billie.

She didn’t know.

That was the whole point.

“Hey,” she said softly, walking over and dropping down beside you, her shoulder bumping into yours.

You smiled like normal. Acted normal.

Because that’s what sold it.

Her arm slipped around your waist, pulling you a little closer. Casual. Natural. Like she always did.

Then she leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.

And you—

Wiped it off.

Not dramatically. Not obviously.

Just… a quick swipe of your hand, like it didn’t mean anything.

You felt it the second it happened.

The way she paused.

Just for a second.

“…What?” she asked, a small laugh in her voice, like she thought she imagined it.

“Hmm?” you hummed, not looking at her.

“Nothing,” she said quickly.

And you kept going.

⸻

The second time, you moved away.

She reached for your hand while you were walking past her in the kitchen—fingers just brushing yours—

And you pulled away like you hadn’t noticed.

“Hey,” she said, softer now. “Rude.”

You smirked a little, glancing back. “What?”

“You just dodged me.”

“I didn’t,” you shrugged, grabbing a glass like nothing happened.

She watched you.

You could feel it.

“…Okay,” she muttered, more to herself than you.

⸻

By midday, it wasn’t funny anymore.

But you kept going.

Because you were committed to the bit. Because the camera was still rolling. Because you wanted the reaction.

But Billie—

Billie wasn’t reacting the way you expected.

She wasn’t getting annoyed.

She wasn’t calling you out.

She was just… quieter.

“Come sit with me?” she asked at one point, patting the couch.

You walked over, sat down—but when she leaned into you, you shifted just enough so she didn’t fully land against you.

It was subtle.

Anyone else wouldn’t notice.

But she did.

You saw it this time.

The way her face fell—just barely.

Like something clicked into place in the worst way.

“Oh,” she said under her breath.

You almost stopped right there.

Almost.

⸻

By evening, the house felt off.

Too quiet.

Too… careful.

Billie hadn’t tried to touch you in hours.

Not your hand. Not your shoulder. Nothing.

She stayed on the opposite end of the couch, scrolling on her phone, not really looking at anything.

You swallowed.

“…You good?” you asked, trying to keep your tone light.

“Yeah,” she said immediately.

Too fast.

Too flat.

You nodded slowly. “Okay.”

The camera was still recording.

You told yourself you’d wrap it up soon.

Just one more moment.

⸻

Later, you found her in the bedroom.

Her back was to you, sitting on the edge of the bed, shoulders slightly hunched.

“Hey,” you said softly, stepping inside.

She didn’t turn around right away.

“Hey.”

Something felt wrong.

Your chest tightened.

“You okay?” you asked again, more careful this time.

“Yeah,” she repeated—but her voice was smaller now.

You stepped closer.

That’s when you heard it.

A quiet, uneven breath.

Your stomach dropped.

“Billie…” you murmured.

She quickly wiped at her face, shaking her head. “I’m fine, it’s stupid.”

That’s when the guilt hit.

Hard.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, already knowing.

She let out a small, shaky laugh, like she was embarrassed. “It’s literally nothing, I just—”

Her voice cracked.

And she stopped.

You felt sick.

“I just feel like you don’t want me today,” she admitted quietly, still not looking at you. “Like… every time I try to touch you, you pull away.”

Your heart sank straight to your stomach.

“I thought I was being annoying or something,” she added, her voice barely above a whisper. “So I stopped.”

Silence filled the room.

Heavy. Crushing.

“Billie…” your voice came out soft, wrecked with guilt.

She shook her head quickly. “It’s fine, I know it sounds dumb—”

“No,” you cut in, stepping in front of her now. “It’s not dumb.”

She finally looked up at you, eyes slightly red, lashes damp.

And that was it.

You broke.

“I’m so sorry,” you blurted, your voice thick. “Fuck—I didn’t think you’d— I didn’t mean—”

She frowned slightly, confused. “What?”

Your hands came up to your face for a second before you dropped them again. “It was a prank.”

The word sounded awful out loud.

Her expression shifted.

Not angry.

Just… hurt.

“A prank?” she repeated.

“I set cameras up and I was just— I thought it’d be funny if I acted like I didn’t want your affection but I didn’t think you’d actually—” your voice cracked. “I didn’t think it would hurt you like this.”

Silence.

Then a small nod.

“Okay,” she said quietly.

But she still looked fragile.

Still looked like the feeling hadn’t gone away yet.

“I’m so sorry,” you said again, stepping closer. “I swear I didn’t mean any of it. I love when you touch me, I love you— I was just being stupid.”

She didn’t pull away when you reached for her this time.

But she didn’t lean in either.

So you closed the distance.

Carefully.

Your hands cupped her face, thumbs brushing gently under her eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered again, softer this time.

Then you kissed her.

Once.

Twice.

Three times—soft, quick kisses all over her face, her cheeks, her nose, her lips—everywhere you had rejected her before.

“I love you,” you murmured between them. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

She let out a shaky breath, her hands finally gripping your hoodie like she needed something to hold onto.

“Don’t do that again,” she whispered.

“I won’t,” you promised immediately. “Never again.”

You pulled her into a tight hug, arms wrapping around her completely, like you were trying to make up for every second of distance.

She melted into you this time.

Fully.

Her face buried into your neck, arms tightening around your waist.

You kept pressing soft kisses into her hair, her temple, wherever you could reach.

“I want you,” you murmured. “Always. You’re not annoying. You could never be annoying.”

Her grip tightened slightly.

“Okay,” she whispered.

You stayed like that for a long time.

Holding her.

Kissing her.

Letting her feel what you should’ve been showing her all day.

And somewhere in the back of your mind—

You already knew that footage was never seeing the light of day.

AN; This my first ever imagine/whatever this is, bare with me, hope you like ittt. 😭