Just to make people aware, messages from users that could of been following you for years and have posts on their accounts, claiming to have reported you by accident, can be scams.
Tumblr did put up a warning about this but me being me, ignored it. I got these messages and it wasn't until I did research that I found out other people have gotten the same messages (literally word for word) and were scammed and got their accounts hacked.
📓, Billie w/ soulmate au, the first words you hear when you meet your soulmate are tattooed onto your arm
soul ties 𓂃 billie eilish
❛ my heart's been borrowed, and yours has been blue. ❜
letters from your tour guide. first little blurbbbb!!!! hope everyone's enjoying these so farrr 😽😽
You can't remember the last time you cared about anything other than your academics, reputation, and close-knit circle of friends—well, up until the morning you woke up with a phrase seemingly tattooed onto your arm that read: "Is the head of student council really alone?"
That very same day, you jumped into the shower and tried scrubbing the words off with all the strength you could muster. Unfortunately, the only thing that task accomplished was a rough scratch along your arm that you had to hide beneath your sweater and ached the rest of the day. It never made sense, the words, until the middle of senior year when you caught sight of a phrase written on your history teacher's arm, faded and much lighter than yours. Luckily, your professor was nice enough to explain it.
"It's not as complicated as it seems," he had said, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. "When you meet your soulmate, the words on your arm are the first thing they say to you."
At that time, you almost laughed in his face. However, being the mature senior you were, instead said, "But what if someone tries faking it? Everyone can read, and the kids here aren't above entertaining cruel jokes."
He continued then. "Nobody can see the words until your soulmate says them. They only show after they're said, then they slowly fade. like mine."
Now it's an entire semester later and you're standing in the corner of the gymnasium, eyeing the students that are scattered around the room. Several couples are dancing, others near the snack table conversing with their friends and dates. You, however, are alone, having been picked out by everybody in the student council to keep an eye out for any suspicious activity—why? Because nobody asked you, nor did you want to be smushed between bodies on the gym floor as you tried to dance.
The job isn't as bad as you thought it'd be, simply standing and pretending to watch the students. Until your eyes land on a girl across the room—Billie Eilish, the school's infamous troublemaker and part-time detention demon. Literally, she lived in the front office. She's dressed in a white button-down and black dress pants, a blue tie hanging from her neck bringing the whole look together.
She's alone, leaning against the wall beside the entrance of the gym. You let yourself examine her longer than you intend, and when her gaze meets yours, you immediately regret it—because in a split second, she's pushing herself off the wall and sauntering over with a grin that's nothing but mischief and trouble.
Do not interact. Do not interact. Do not—
"Is the head of student council really alone?" She teases.
However, nothing about the words that left her mouth make you laugh nor do they annoy you. Instead, they make your cheeks heat and your eyes widen in pure shock. There is no way in hell she's your soulmate.
You blink. "What the fuck."
This time, Billie's the one who freezes in surprise. Albeit, she's not as disappointed or stunned as you, she can't say she's not a little freaked out. "No way," she laughs suddenly, stepping forward before rolling up her sleeve and showing you the words embedded into her skin.
And just as you thought, there they are. The same words that just escaped your mouth are written along her arm, and when you look back up at her, she's gesturing for you to show her yours. Hesitantly, you remove your hands from their place behind your back, offering your right arm out for her to see your words. Her first reaction is to smile, stepping forward with a grin.
"Can't say I'm not happy," she says, eyes glimmering.
"And I can't say I'm not scared." You reply, a small smile rising.
Yer smile only widens, joy painted across her face. "Sell, you better get used to it. You're not getting rid of me anytime soon now."
synopsis: You clock in to work, expecting the same old, same old. What you didn’t expect is for a pretty spider lady to come swoop you.
w/c: 1.3k
ׂ╰┈➤ based off of this request !
NOW PLAYING : ̗̀➛ DELICATE by TAYLOR SWIFT
Your life had always been rather plain. An office job, a rather shitty apartment with broken AC, it wasn’t the most thrilling life. Especially when you’ve been single most of your life.
You thought you would have a high school sweetheart, some boy you would marry. But none of them even asked you to prom.
You tried multiple dating apps—all of them either a cat-fisher or some old man who wanted some weird shit. You gave up after a few months.
The only thing keeping you tethered to life was one of your best friends—your cat, Randy, who lives rent-free on your bed. But he was too cute, so you didn’t mind.
It was a regular day—you woke up, brushed your teeth, got dressed, said bye to Randy, and went to work.
You figured you were going to work on a new marketing strategy—which you had no idea why they kept picking you to do it, they never listened to your presentation, and it was frustrating.
When you got to your office, you said hi to your coworkers, giving a polite smile and wave, which was half-assed but nobody cared, because if you were making minimum wage in a job you hate? Nobody really cares.
You made it to your cubicle, leaning your bag under your desk. You let out a soft sigh as you made it to your desk, mentally preparing yourself for the long day ahead.
And it was long. But longer than you expected. It was your lunch break—you had just finished half of the slideshow you were making for the marketing department on a new idea to get customers drawn in.
You scrolled on your phone, eating a sandwich that you made last night. A coffee steaming in a mug on your right. Music playing rather loudly in your headphones.
Which was why you didn’t hear the people in your building screaming at first. You didn’t even see them running because you were so focused on your phone.
You only finally looked up when the building began to shake. Your eyebrows furrowed, and you got up to go to the nearest window. The floor was still shaking beneath your feet, making you stumble, but you find your balance by leaning against the wall.
“What the fuck—“ you almost screamed as you looked out the window. Holding onto the almost sky-scraper building, was a large monster type thing—which was made some sort of brownish liquid that was holding itself together.
His eyes were a bright white, and its mouth dripping with its liquid, no teeth or gums, just like a slit where its mouth was supposed to be.
And that thing was the one shaking the building. Its growl was loud—angry and almost evil. The liquid man was rocking the building back and forth harshly, and you were loosing your balance.
Things had begun to break in the room, things being thrown around and breaking. You could hear glass breaking and wood crashing against each other.
You had no idea what was going on. You were practically being thrown around the room from how harshly the building was being shook. You screamed in terror, trying to hold onto something to keep yourself in one place.
You knew there was no way to get out unless the liquid-man would stop being shaken. Which was still a shock to you, but you were just trying to focus on trying to get out.
But each time you tried to move to the next room, you were being tossed right back. You could feel the floorboards starts to give out underneath you, the glass beginning to shatter.
The panic in your chest was beginning to rise. You weren’t getting anywhere, and all you could do was hold onto the barely sturdy part of the pillar. You didn’t know if you were going to make it out.
And then—the building turned almost 80 degrees. The windows that used to be on the wall were now your floor, and you were now holding onto the little surface of the pillar.
And with another harsh shake, you were forced to let go. And the window below you completely shattered when you fell.
This was the end. You were falling hundreds of feet from the building of a job you don’t even like. Is this really how you die? Being some useless office-desk girl?
But when you thought you were going to hit the ground—suddenly, the wind blowing through your hair stopped. Your falling had come to an end, and you thought you were dead. You were splattered on the ground and you were in heaven.
But when you opened your eyes, there was someone holding you. Someone with a mask that resembled a spider—Spider Woman.
It wasn’t a secret that LA had some weird stuff going on, and the city needed some sort of hero. And Spider woman had stepped up. You just never expected to be saved by this woman.
Her light-blue suit was skin-tight, webs the color of red. There was a little hole in the back, which held her black ponytail that was flowing in the wind.
“You okay?” She asked, swinging to another building that was a safe distance from your practically collapsed building. She set you down on the rooftop, keeping a gentle had on your back.
You were still a bit in shell shock, eyes wide and mouth hung open. You thought you were seconds away from death. You could still feel the chills going up your spine. But she saved you.
“Uh, yeah… I think… just, a little shocked still.” You said, albeit quietly, but still there. You looked over to your building, half collapsed, but being held on by what looked like sheer will.
The superhero chuckled. “Yeah, it’s gonna be like that for a hot minute.”
“But hey, cool party story, huh?” She said jokingly, and the stupid joke made you chuckle. You rolled your eyes.
“Yeah, because that’ll definitely lighten the mood.” You said sarcastically.
“Well, someone as pretty as you, I think that anyone would find it cool coming from you.” She said, her voice still half joking, but you could hear the flirt in it.
“Well, thank you.” You said with a little chuckle, crossing your arms over your chest.
The masked woman curtsied her head, as if finishing a theatre act. She looked back up at you, and you could see a slight smile under that mask.
“Y’know, when I’m not fighting so blob, maybe we could go on a date.” She flirts, getting up onto the ledge of the rooftop.
“You’d reveal your identity, isn’t that something that’s top-secret and absolutely no one is allowed to know?” You said, giggling.
“There’s exceptions. Especially for pretty girls like you.” She teased, letting her foot dangle over the edge. And you didn’t flinch.
“Are there other pretty girls you hit on after savin’ them?” You asked, tilting your head to the side.
“Only you.” She said, and you swore her smile grew.
“Well, I’m out of time,” she said, looking back over to your office building, which was being torn apart piece by piece. “Same time next week?”
“Yeah, totally.” You said, rolling your eyes, but the fond smirk on your lips couldn’t be hidden.
The spider girl smiled, and before you knew it, she let herself fall over the edge. You immediately ran to the edge, a sense of worry filling your chest immediately.
But before you even got to look over the ledge, she was swinging between buildings, her eyes on yours. And she winked. Of course she winked.
You watched as she swung back to the falling office building with her webs, a strange sense of fondness filling your chest.
And Billie? God, she already fallen so hard. ⋆. 𐙚 ̊
I've gotten this alot but avoided answering in case my mind would chnage, but I've lost motivation to write so I won't be doing a part 2 of Mind Games.
If I do start writing again for Billie, it most likely will be new works and not continued parts of old work.
How her voice dropped a little when she talked to you.
How her fingers twitched when yours were too close.
How she laughed harder at your jokes, head back, hand over her chest, like you were the only thing funny in the world.
But when you tried to bring it up, even casually, she’d always play it off. Tease you. Change the subject. Flash you that grin that made your heart stutter.
Tonight, though, she was off.
You were at her house, half-watching some random movie on the projector in her backyard, sitting on beanbags too close for comfort. The air smelled like grass and candle wax, and the sky was dark enough that you could see a few stars. She hadn’t said much in the last ten minutes. Just fiddled with the hem of her sweatshirt and kept glancing at you.
“alright,” you said, turning toward her. “you’ve watched like none of this movie and blinked, like, a thousand times.”
She let out a quiet laugh. “that’s… oddly specific?”
You nudged her knee. “what’s up?”
Billie hesitated. Her teeth tugged on her bottom lip.
Then, eyes fixed on her lap, she mumbled, “you make me nervous.”
You blinked. “what?”
Her cheeks flushed instantly. “shitokay, wait let me say that better.”
You sat up a little straighter. “no, no, don’t walk it back.”
She let out a shaky breath, finally looking at you. “you make me nervous. like… all the time. I don’t know why. I mean, I do. obviously. I just didn’t wanna say anything and make it weird.”
Your chest felt like it was expanding and tightening at the same time. “it’s not weird.”
Her voice went soft. “it’s not?”
You shook your head. “I thought I was the only one.”
Billie blinked. “you, what?”
“you make me nervous too,” you said quietly. “kike, really nervous. like… I rehearse what I’m gonna say before I come over.”
Billie laughed again, this time breathless and warm. “that’s insane because I literally changed outfits three times tonight just to come sit in my own backyard.”
You both grinned, shy and giddy and a little stunned by how easy this felt once it was finally said out loud.
A silence settled between you again, but this time it was charged.
She looked at you, a question in her eyes, a soft smile on her lips. “so what now?”
You nudged her hand with yours, just enough that your pinkies touched.
“now,” you said, “we stop being nervous.”
She linked her pinky with yours.
And in the glow of the projector and the hush of a summer night, Billie leaned in, slow, uncertain, but sure enough to meet you halfway.
oh girl i’m gonna NEED you to write something about drug dealer! billie and what she would do if we were taken hostage by a gang or smth
you’re slumped in a chair, arms bound behind your back with something rough, zip ties, maybe. the air smells like damp concrete and cheap cologne.
you can hear them before you see them.
“bro, i’m tellin’ you, this was a power move.”
“nah, this was stupid,” the other one snaps. “you know who she belongs to, right?”
“yeah, and that’s exactly why it’s a power move.”
you keep your head down, breathing slow. listening. waiting.
the one on the left, jittery voice, keeps pacing. you can hear his boots scrape the floor. he’s nervous. scared, even.
the other one? smug. too smug. probably the dumbass who came up with this brilliant idea.
“when carver hears about this? eilish is done. done. we’ve been chasin’ her for months, and now we’ve got her little plaything tied up like a christmas gift.”
carver.
you’ve heard the name before. whispers. one of those low-level types trying to climb the ladder by taking bigger swings than he should.
and he just swung at billie.
“she’s not gonna do shit,” smug guy says. “you know how many enemies she’s got? she won’t even know it’s us.”
“she’ll know,” you say before you can stop yourself. voice cracked, dry. “she’ll know exactly who.”
the door creaks again. heavier footsteps now. boots, not sneakers. slower, more deliberate. whoever it is wants you to know they’re coming.
and then he’s there.
carver.
he walks in like he’s already won, like this room belongs to him. crisp black coat. rings too shiny. smug little smirk like he’s about to monologue.
his eyes land on you.
he grins.
“so this is the famous girl,” he says, voice low, taunting. “you don’t look like much. but i guess billie’s always had shit taste outside of business.”
he leans in, too close. the stink of his cologne hits you like poison.
“she’s not gonna save you, you know. she’s too busy running scared now. empire slipping. name fading. figured if she’s gonna lose, i might as well take a trophy on my way up.”
you stare back, dead in the eyes. you don’t give him the flinch he wants.
you don’t have to.
because the sound behind him changes everything.
that soft, unmistakable click.
carver stops talking.
turns.
billie’s already inside, gun hanging lazy at her side.
calm. cocky. a slow smirk curling at the edge of her mouth like she’s been waiting for this moment all week. hoodie half-off one shoulder, chain catching the light.
she looks bored.
“you’re talkin’ a lot for someone with dogshit aim,” she says.
carver scoffs. “you brought a gun? all i wanted to do was talk baby,”
billie laughs.
“nah,” she says, lifting the gun, pointing it dead between his eyes, “i'm not and will never be your baby.”
the room goes dead quiet.
she finally looks at you, just for a second. her expression doesn’t change, but something burns behind her eyes.
“get the fuck away from her,” she says, without looking at carver now, because she knows he’ll obey
he tries to talk, tries to spin something smart, but it’s too late. the barrel is already pressed to his cheek.
“you touched her,” she says.
her voice isn’t loud. it’s not a scream.
it’s low. cold. furious.
“you really thought you could use her to get to me?” she shakes her head. “that’s not how this works.”
you don’t even notice the other two idiots in the corner until one of them moves.
bang.
the sound cracks through the room like thunder.
he drops.
billie doesn’t even blink.
“next one goes through your fucking skull,” she tells carver, gun shifting slightly.
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summary: you were finally feeling better after you and billie’s break up. in fact, you were finally getting over her. or you told yourself that. until you started having this reoccurring dream about her and were finding pieces of her in everything.
wordcount: 1.3k+
parts: 0 , 1 , 2 , 3(?)
you sit up in bed, breathing heavily. your hair clinging to your sweat covered skin. once again having the same reoccurring nightmare, that you couldn’t seem to escape.
you glance over to the other side of the bed—only it was empty. someone something was missing. you were just about to get up to get a glass of water when you noticed a single strand of blonde hair.
expect it wasn’t yours.
the strand belonged to your ex, billie, who hadn’t been around since days before your break up. lately, it felt like you were finding pieces of her everywhere.
you grab your phone from your bed side table, the time read 8:47 am. groaning, you get out of bed and slip on your slippers. turning on the light in the hallway as you make your way to the kitchen.
you grab a glass and put it in your water machine, patiently waiting for it to fill up. you hear small footsteps and then a whine at your feet. you can’t help but smile softly at the sight of your golden retriever, halley that you had gotten 4ish months ago.
right before you and billie broke up.
you always loved dogs, especially golden retrievers. you named her halley, after halley’s comet. you had always loved learning about comets; you were especially interested in anything astronomy related.
you hear the water machine turn off and grab your glass. you take a long sip before placing it on the counter.
you glanced briefly at the opened (half-empty) pack of cigarettes sitting on the counter. grabbing the pack, you closed it before stuffing it into your pocket.
you opened the sliding door, walked out onto your back porch, and closed the door behind you. which prevented your dog from following you outside.
shuffling, you sat on the swinging bench chair. it was almost big enough for you to lay down on it. something about it reminded you of billie.
maybe it was the fact that she helped pick the piece of furniture. or all the memories you had out here.
you pulled out a lighter and the half empty pack of cigarettes. opening the box—you pulled out a cigarette. bringing it close to your mouth, you lit the cigarette before taking a long drag from it.
you didn’t smoke—at least not often. however, recently it’s become more frequent.
you weren’t addicted—it just made things easier. that’s all. besides, you only did it when you felt like absolute shit. which, lately, was quite often.
you stared at the cold morning sky as you finished your cigarette. it was slightly windy and winter was starting in a month. you listened to the soft chimes of your wind chime: so quiet and peaceful out.
it almost reminded you of how quiet your house felt that day—and all the days after.
you finish the cigarette, putting it out and dumping it in the ashtray. you told yourself you’d quit by tomorrow. but you’ve been saying that 92 tomorrows—yet billie hasn’t came back in any of them.
you hardly slept. you felt tired—restless, but still not tired enough to sleep. maybe it was the fact that no matter what you did, billie still haunted your dreams.
maybe its the fact that you never slept on the side of your bed that she used to sleep on. never threw away the few things she left.
they stayed hidden away in a box, along with other many things. the box was buried deep in your closet—unopened and abandoned.
or maybe it’s because the other day, you were driving—listening to the radio. then one of her songs came on.
you had to pull over and turned off the radio before calming yourself down.
no matter what you did, you found pieces of her scattered everywhere—lost and waiting for you to find them.
every time you closed your eyes, billie was there, in your imagination. expect it wasn’t like the nightmares you’ve been having when you did sleep.
they were sweet and happy—unlike how things ended between you two.
in your imagination, she’d be there waiting for you; she’d be on the couch after you returned from a long day of work.
except billie wasn’t there, and she never will be.
she’s the one who left.
and you knew that all too well, yet you still hoped that maybe one day she’ll return home.
but all you could do was hope for billie’s return—because in reality, deep down, you knew that she wouldn’t.
you tried to change. you dyed your hair, tried going on dates again. finally once more putting yourself out there.
but every time you just ended up ghosting them because they weren’t her.
no one came close to billie and no one ever will.
no one could ever make you feel how she did. or how she used to make you feel.
it was hard to watch billie be happy, she almost seemed happier than she was with you. meanwhile you were still drowning and mourning her as if she was dead.
you told yourself you didn’t care. didn’t care that she was happy without you. while you were drowning under water in your sorrows, barely attempting to get over her.
everything reminded you of her, no matter what you did.
you grabbed a glass from your cabinet before grabbing the matching lid and straw, placing them on the counter.
you filled up the glass with ice before pouring the coffee you brewed earlier.
you added milk and creamer into your coffee before stirring it with your straw. grabbing the lid, you placed it onto the glass before inserting the straw into the cup.
these last couple of weeks you’ve finally been happy. at least that’s what you told yourself.
you’ve been going out more with your friends, and family. you even picked back up your hobbies. billie no longer appeared in your dreams.
you still haven’t attempted to get back into dating. but maybe that’s what you need: to be single for a while—independent and on your own.
you’ve been thinking about taking halley to this new park that opened up near your house. unfortunately you’ve been busy working, luckily today is one of your days off.
you took a long sip of your coffee. you then grabbed halley’s leash, portable food and water dispenser, and dog poop bag dispenser. stuffing them into your bag.
you decided to pack yourself a small snack just incase you got hungry.
“halley!” you called out to your soon to be 6 months old puppy. who soon came running. you slipped on the bag before reaching down to pick her up.
halley was so big now compared to when you first got her. however she was smaller than an average 6 month golden retriever because she was the runt of her litter.
you removed one hand off of halley to open to front door before closing it behind you and then locking it.
grabbing your car keys, you unlocked the car. you soon opened the passenger door before setting halley down on it.
you then got into your car on the drivers side before beginning to drive to the park. thankfully it was a short drive.
when you finally arrived you parked your car before reaching to grab your bag. you then pulled out halley’s leash, clipping it onto her collar. you put the bag on your back before you both hopped out of the car.
the park was nice and peaceful—it wasn’t overly crowded or noisy. it was perfect for you.
you spent some time walking around the park with halley. you decided to pull out your polaroid camera to take a few pictures of the sky. your grip still on the leash.
as you were taking pictures, halley suddenly tugged on the leash. after you finished taking a few photos and started putting your camera away, halley started barking.
your head shot up immediately.
“halley, calm down-“ halley suddenly starting to run towards the sound of another dog barking.
you tried to get her to stop running but it didn’t work. you just ended up falling face first in the process.
“hey, are you okay?” you heard a voice ask—one that was way too familiar. your heart dropped. no. it couldn’t be her, right?
a/n: sorry (not sorry) for the cliffhanger i mainly did it so i can force myself to write another part..
hiii, can i request something about billie x reader, their dating but reader is insecure about Billie’s friendship with Quen and Odessa. Maybe they’re all hanging out and reader feels left out so she isolates herself from Billie.
MIND GAMES - BILLIE ELISH X FEM!READER
A/N: sorry this took so long I took a mini break from writing on here🤍
"Hi baby." Billie walked up behind you in the kitchen, wrapping her arms around your waist in a tight embrace, her chin resting on your shoulder as she placed soft, delicate kisses on your neck.
𖦹 ☼ ⋆｡˚⋆ฺ ♡
Your eyes fluttered closed momentarily, a smile tugging at your lips as you let yourself relax into the moment, into Billie's touch.
"You ok?" Billie mumbled, face resting in the crook if your neck.
You hummed, not trusting your voice to speak.
Wordlessly, Billie turned your body around so that you were facing her. You put on your best smile as to not worry her like you knew she would.
Reaching your hand blindly behind you to the counter, your fingers gripped the bowl of snacks you had preprepared. You held them infront of you, one hand reaching up to cup Billie's cheek.
"I'm alright, I promise." You leaned in and gave her lips a quick kiss.
Whether or not Billie believed you or not , she didn't prey you further for the moment, simply nodding her head and giving you a small smile.
With the bowl In hand you made your way back out to the living room where Odessa and Quen were waiting on the couch, talking and laughing with eachother.
When they seen you return their eyes lit up.
"Finally!" Quen dramatically exclaimed as Odessa placed the bowl of snacks you carried on the coffee table for you.
You smiled at them with a small laugh. "Sorry, got a bit distracted. " You apologised.
"Distracted? We thought you got lost." Odessa joked.
You smiled. Deep down a part of you dreaded this night where Billie had her friends over. You couldn't understand why. It wasn't like you were protective or jealous, you loved seeing Billie so happy when she was with them.
Yet every time she was with them, something in your heart ached as you watched them together. However with that small, easy, interaction with Quen and Odessa, you felt hope that maybe, just maybe, tonight would be different.
Billie entered the room with a large grin on her face as she carried in more food and drinks. The movie was starting and everyone settled on the couch.
You sat at the very end, with Billie beside you, then Quen and then Odessa.
Gradually the sound of jokes being said drowned out the movie, then the jokes turned into inside ones shared only between Billie, Quen and Odessa. Leaving you oblivious as to what was so funny. Then the jokes turned to childish messing around, light nudges and slaps led to games of wresting and fighting for the most space on the couch.
Every now and then, Billie or even Quen and Odessa would try pull you into the chaos, but all you could offer was a quick, forced, laugh, or a small comment to keep your presence known.
As you tried to focus back on the movie that you could barely hear over their laughter, you felt yourself heating up, your eyes pooling and your leg bounced repeatedly. Every laugh, joke or teasing felt like a stab to your gut.
It was silly of you to feel this way, irrational and childish. Yet you couldn't help it.
"I'll be back in a minute." You muttered standing up from the couch.
You didn't wait for a response or to see if they even heard you as you made your way to the bathroom.
Closing the door you leaned your back against it as you looked up to the ceiling, trying to calm yourself as the tears became harder to contain.
With a shacky breath you walked over to the sink, gripping each side with both hands as you weakly looked up at the mirror.
A breathy cry escaped your lips, tears slowly falling one by one. It didn't help that you could still hear them laughing from the bathroom, only their voices slightly muffled.
You squeezed your eyes shut.
You have friends, Billie has friends. There should be nothing complicated about it, you shouldn't be feeling this way. Yet you did.
The aching in your stomach travelled up to your heart. It felt almost as if a rain cloud lingered over your head whilst everyone else basked in sunshine.
You bit your lip to stiffle your cries.
You hated feeling like this.
Why were they so close? What was so funny?
Your head spun with question after question. Your insecurity growing.
You couldn't go back out there. You looked and felt like a mess and you knew seeing them again laughing and having fun would just make you fall apart all over again.
So you didn't. Quietly you left the bathroom and climbed the stairs up to yours and Billie's shared bedroom. You didn't tell Billie you wouldn't be staying with them in the living room.
She would ask you once she noticed your absence, whether that be before or after Odessa and Quen left, and you would make up so dumb excuse to avoid confrontation.
She would join you in bed like she always did and pull you close until you were flush against her, like she always did. Only this time you would tense up and try keep your distance because of your own insecurities.
Instead of dealing with your emotions you couldn't help but isolate yourself from Billie, and especially Quen and Odessa, staying in your own bubble with your thoughts.
Did Billie like them better than you? You couldn't help but wonder. Did she tell them things she's never told you?
Your mind continued to swarm with assumptions and worst case scenarios as Billie and her friends laughter echoed from downstairs.
That familiar ache in your chest returned as you tried drowning everything out, curling up under the covers you held yourself tight as you slipped into a world of your own, your mind continuing to spin with questions.
Reader is a well-known photographer and does a photo shoot with Billie, soft launching their relationship. Although reader isn’t in the pictures, her vision of Billie through a camera lens speaks volumes.
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The studio was quiet except for the gentle hum of a playlist you had thrown on—Billie’s own voice drifting softly from the speakers. A candle flickered in the corner, the scent of vanilla and cedarwood curling into the air. You adjusted your camera settings, the weight of it familiar in your hands, though tonight felt different.
Because tonight, Billie was in front of your lens.
She sat on a low wooden stool, dressed in an oversized sweater that slid off one shoulder, her bare legs tucked beneath her. The warm glow of the lighting softened her features, catching the curve of her cheekbone, the fullness of her lips. She looked up at you, tilting her head slightly, waiting for instruction—but you didn’t speak right away.
You simply looked at her.
Through the viewfinder, Billie was breathtaking. Not just in the way everyone saw her—bold, iconic, larger-than-life—but in the way only you did. There was something softer here, something unguarded. The way her fingers toyed absentmindedly with the hem of her sweater. The way her eyes held a quiet knowing when they met yours.
You lifted the camera. Click.
Billie’s lips curled into a small smile, almost like she knew what you were thinking.
“Something funny?” you asked, lowering the camera slightly.
She shrugged. “Just you.”
You huffed out a quiet laugh. “Be serious, Eilish.”
Her smile deepened, but she let the moment settle. You continued shooting, giving small directions—tilt your chin, look away, now back at me—but truthfully, Billie didn’t need much. She existed so naturally in front of you, in front of the lens. Maybe because this wasn’t just any photoshoot. This was yours.
And she was yours.
The thought sent warmth curling up your spine, and you stepped closer, adjusting the angle. Billie met your gaze through the lens, something unreadable flickering behind her eyes. Then she lifted her hand—slow, deliberate—and reached for you.
Fingertips barely visible in the corner of the frame, reaching toward the camera. Toward you.
Click.
You swallowed, lowering the camera. “Billie.”
She raised a brow, but there was mischief in her gaze. “Yeah?”
You hesitated. “You’re doing it on purpose.”
She feigned innocence. “Doing what?”
You shook your head, biting back a smile, before lifting the camera again. “Nothing. Just—stay like that.”
She obeyed, but her expression shifted. Something quieter, something softer. The next set of shots came effortlessly—Billie resting her chin on her hand, Billie gazing off to the side, Billie looking directly into the lens as if she could see right through it.
Click. Click. Click.
You adjusted the settings, drawing out the moment, letting the air hum with unspoken things. This wasn’t just a photoshoot. This was something else entirely. And the camera—the camera was exposing it in real time.
Finally, you let the weight of it drop against your chest, the strap holding it in place. Billie exhaled, stretching her arms above her head before rolling her shoulders.
“Done?” she asked.
You nodded, but instead of answering, you flipped the camera around, stepping forward until the space between you was nothing. You showed her the last photo.
She stared.
It was the way you saw her.
Soft, illuminated by warm light, her expression open in a way the world rarely got to see. Her sweater slipping off her shoulder. Her eyes—filled with something deep, something unspoken, something undeniable.
Her breath hitched. “Oh.”
You swallowed. “Yeah.”
The silence stretched between you, thick with something fragile but electric. Then Billie glanced at you, and for the first time tonight, she looked nervous.
“This is…” She hesitated, licking her lips. “People will know.”
It wasn’t a question. It was a quiet admission.
You didn’t look away. “Yeah.”
Another beat of silence. Then she reached out, fingers curling lightly around your wrist where you still held the camera. “I don’t mind.”
Your heart did something unsteady in your chest. “No?”
She shook her head, eyes never leaving yours. “No.”
And just like that, the soft launch was set in motion. Because the world wouldn’t see you in these pictures, but they would see the way Billie looked at the camera.
reader is a pro snowboarder dating billie and she teaches billie how to snowboard and someone films it and the media see how inlove they are
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Billie had never been on a snowboard before, and if she was being honest, she was a little terrified. But when you, her girlfriend, had suggested spending the weekend in Aspen, she couldn’t say no. You had promised to teach her, swearing that she’d have fun—“once you get over the falling part,” you had added with a teasing grin.
Now, standing at the top of a beginner’s slope, bundled up in a thick black jacket, her beanie pulled low over her forehead, Billie wasn’t sure if this had been such a great idea after all. Her gloved hands clung to your arms, her knees slightly bent as she wobbled on the board.
“You got this, baby,” you reassured her, standing close, hands lightly gripping her waist to steady her. “Just trust the board and your balance.”
Billie huffed, shooting you a glare, but the effect was ruined by the nervous wobble in her stance. “Trust the board? The board wants me dead.”
You bit back a laugh, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear before adjusting her stance. “No, the board wants you to chill out and go with the flow.” You stepped back slightly, testing if she could hold herself up, and when she managed, a proud smile spread across your face. “There you go! Look at you.”
Billie groaned. “I hate this already.”
“No, you don’t,” you said with a knowing grin. “Because I’m right here with you.”
She sighed dramatically but couldn’t stop the small smile forming on her lips. “Fine. But if I fall, you’re carrying me down.”
“Deal.”
A few fans had already noticed the two of you on the slope, a few pulling out their phones, but Billie was too focused on not face-planting to care. You guided her step by step, teaching her how to shift her weight, how to turn slowly, and how to stop without panicking. The first few attempts were rough—she fell multiple times, the snow cushioning her but still making her yelp in frustration. But every time, you were right there, offering your hand, pulling her up, brushing snow from her jacket, and pressing a kiss to her cheek to soften the blow of defeat.
“You’re doing amazing,” you told her after she managed a smooth glide of a few feet without falling.
She grinned, proud of herself. “I’m basically a pro now.”
“Oh, for sure. Olympics next year.”
Billie laughed, and for a moment, she forgot about her nerves. She reached for you, gripping your jacket, and before you knew it, she had tugged you forward into a kiss—quick but warm, her lips cold from the mountain air, but her smile against yours making your heart race.
That was the moment someone caught on camera.
The video, posted later that evening by a passing fan, went viral within hours. It showed you laughing as Billie nearly toppled over, catching her before she could hit the ground. It showed the way your hands naturally gravitated toward each other, how you guided her, how she looked at you with absolute trust despite her complaints. And most of all, it captured the way she pulled you into that kiss, the snowflakes drifting around you like something out of a romance movie.
The media went wild. Fans gushed over how in love the two of you looked, how patient you were with her, how Billie had never looked so happy.
And when Billie saw the clip later that night, curled up against you by the fireplace in your shared cabin, she simply smirked. “Guess they caught us, huh?”
You kissed her forehead, arms wrapped around her as she nuzzled into your side. “Yeah,” you murmured. “But I don’t mind.”
She tilted her head up to look at you, her green eyes filled with something soft, something that made your chest tighten. “Me neither.”
And with that, she kissed you again, her lips warm despite the winter air outside, despite the snow still melting in her hair.
If this was what snowboarding lessons with you felt like, maybe she didn’t hate it after all.
BOOMSHAKLAKA . anyways , I was wondering if you could do a fic where reader comes out room after taking a shower and billies waiting in the kitchen and reader comes out with grey sweatpants and a black shirt with her long wavy hair wet , and Billie goes literally insane , but Billie and reader are just friends so Billie tries to hide her feelings towards reader . 
SEEING YOU DIFFERENTLY
billie stood in your kitchen apartment leaning towards the counter listening to the soft music playing. her eyes were kind of glued to her screen trying to pass time while you freshened up so you can run errands together.
she wasn't aware of her little antics but her eye kept on shifting to the door of your room everytime she heard just a tinsy bit of noise or shuffle. her heart fluttered a bit but she pushed it down .billie was doing a lot of those recently.
a couple weeks ago billie was normal and doing absolutely great until you gave her a "friendly" kiss on her forehead before bringing her closer to your body embracing her just like how she needed. billie took in the warmth and comfortability that came with it like she normally would but when you looked down at her with those eyes her heart skipped a bit.
billie swore it must've been her hormones or something but ever since then she has been looking at you differently.
it started with her being struck by cupid that day but then it went on to her hand tingling everytime she touched yours, her eyes always searching for you in places she knew you probably weren't there but the thought of you being there haunted her mind, she started admiring your smile differently, observing your features differently, your lips seemed much more softer and tempting, you figure much more enticing than before god she was sure she was out of it.
"come on you're being slow now " billie shouts over to you trying to let her voice be heard through your door but when those words reached your door you were already comimg out.
suddenly the air was knocked out of billie's lungs. the mood transitioned like time was moving slower and that cheesy romantic melody from the movies was playing.
now billie had seen you in countless outifts and yeah she's complimented you but she has never thirsted after you until today atleast. you wore your black cropped top that clinged tightly on your curves making your boobs sit just right along with a loose grey sweatpant showing off your calvin klein panties.
holy homosexual billie felt herself turning into a tomato just by looking at you. it took her a bit too much time to realise how foolish she must be looking so she closed her mouth and cleared her throat.
"relax b, I'm done" your voice so casual and seductive reached billie's ears. in the back of her mind she questioned if your voice was really seductive or was she imagining it.
your hands ran through your wet curls sprinkling a bit on water on billie. normally, she would push you away from her for that but right now her eyes paced around your body trying to absorb every bit of you possible.
your hand came into contact with her exposed skin and she flinched a bit causing you to chuckle at her weird behaviour. you asked if she was okay but unbeknownst to you when you were asking her eyes weren't really looking at you she was in a daze.
"billie you okay ?" you asked once again your voice louder this time finally getting through to her. billie nodded before grabbing her phone and keys heading towards the door with the biggest eye roll ever.
if she was acting like this while she's only been around you for a couple minutes what's gonna happen through out the day?
hi do you think you can write fluff where the reader helps Billie while she’s sick with like a cold or something?
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The front door creaked open, followed by the soft rustling of shoes being kicked off and a heavy sigh. You, curled up on the couch with Shark resting beside you, glanced up. The moment you saw Billie shuffling inside, your heart clenched.
Billie looked exhausted—her hoodie pulled up, her shoulders slumped, and her usually bright blue eyes dull with fatigue. She sniffled softly, rubbing at her nose with her sleeve before trudging towards you like a lost child.
"Baby," you called gently, setting your phone aside. "You okay?"
Billie didn’t respond right away. Instead, she collapsed onto the couch, resting her head on your lap with a quiet groan.
Your fingers instinctively brushed through Billie’s messy hair, your touch featherlight. "You don’t look so good," you murmured, concern lacing your voice.
Billie let out a pitiful sound, turning to bury her face into your stomach. "I feel awful," she croaked. "My throat hurts, my head is pounding, and I’ve been sneezing all day."
You frowned, your hand moving to rest against Billie’s forehead. "You’re burning up," you whispered, stroking your thumb over Billie’s temple. "Why didn’t you come home earlier?"
"Didn’t wanna leave in the middle of work," Billie mumbled, nuzzling closer. "But I just kept feeling worse."
You sighed, guilt washing over you. "You should’ve told me, love. I would’ve come to get you."
Billie hummed tiredly. "Just wanted to finish."
"Stubborn," You whispered, your fingers trailing soothingly down Billie’s arm. "Come on, let’s get you into bed."
Billie whined softly but didn’t resist as you coaxed her up, guiding her towards the bedroom with steady hands.
The moment Billie reached the bed, she flopped onto it, curling into herself as she sniffled again. You shook your head fondly, already in caretaker mode. You helped Billie out of her hoodie, replacing it with one of her softest oversized shirts before tucking her under the blankets.
"I’ll be right back," You promised, pressing a kiss to Billie’s hair. "I’m going to make you something warm, okay?"
Billie made a small noise of approval, already half-asleep.
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When you returned, balancing a tray with hot soup, a cup of honey lemon tea, and a small bowl of cut-up fruit, Billie was curled up under the blankets, only her nose and a tuft of messy hair peeking out.
"Baby," you whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Wake up, love. You need to eat something."
Billie let out a sleepy groan but slowly peeked her eyes open. When she saw you sitting there, holding a spoon out to her, her lips twitched into the faintest smile.
"You made me soup?" she rasped.
You nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind Billie’s ear. "Of course. You need something warm in your tummy."
Billie pushed herself up sluggishly, letting you place the tray on her lap. She took a small sip of the broth and let out a pleased hum.
"Mmm," she mumbled. "Tastes like home."
Your heart swelled. You reached out, cupping Billie’s cheek with a gentle hand. "You are home, my love."
Billie blinked sleepily at you, her lips curving into a soft, tired smile. "You’re too good to me."
You shook your head. "Taking care of you is my favorite thing to do."
Billie ate slowly, while you sat beside her the whole time, rubbing small circles on her back and murmuring soft praises whenever Billie finished a spoonful.
After she finished eating, you handed her the tea, watching as Billie took small, careful sips. "This will help your throat feel better," you said, brushing your fingers lightly over Billie’s wrist.
Billie sighed contentedly. "Feels nice."
Once she was done, you set the tray aside and helped Billie settle back down under the covers. Just as you were about to stand up, Billie reached out, grabbing your hand with weak fingers.
"Stay," Billie murmured. "Please?"
You smiled softly, your heart melting. "Of course, baby."
You slipped under the blankets, wrapping your arms around Billie’s warm body. Billie immediately curled into you, sighing as she rested her head against your chest.
"You’re gonna get sick too," Billie mumbled sleepily.
You only pressed a kiss to Billie’s forehead, stroking her hair soothingly. "Then you’ll just have to take care of me when it happens."
Billie hummed, already drifting off. "I will," she whispered. "Promise."
You held her a little tighter, watching as Billie’s breathing evened out.
Sick or not, as long as she was in your arms, she would always be safe.
Request: I feel only you can do this justice, but may I please request a Billie angst to fluff where Billie is somewhat oblivious to reader crushing on her, so every time bil invites her around, she's always flirting with other girls (like odessa & quen) and reader always gets quiet and just isolates herself. Then billie brings reader with her for all the album press, and while recording the chicken shop date, reader finally gets so pissed she just leaves and back at the hotel they get into a huge fight, but happy ending 🥹
aweee thank you anon, i hope you love it 💖
“Hey, thanks for coming” Billie smiled. It was the kind of smile that made your heart flutter for no good reason. A genuine smile that came from within and radiated throughout her face and instantly brought a smile to your own face. She hugged you and you melted into her warmth.
“We’re in here,” she closed the door before directing you to a room where a group of her friends were already chatting. They shot you a quick welcome before returning to the conversations you clearly weren’t a part of. It didn’t matter. You were here for Billie.
Did that sound a little desperate? Whatever, it didn't matter. So what? Should you be sued for crushing on Billie? Maybe. Considering the fact she was your best friend.
She sat next to you, talking about the new album. The voices of everyone else drowned around you as you focused on her. Her lips were so tantalizing and her eyes enchanting as she spoke with passion. You nodded feeling the fluttering feeling in your chest again. You were astonished how in a sea of people she was able to make you feel like the only person there.
That is until another girl walked up to her and sat on her lap. You hadn't even made yourself comfortable yet. You'd been here no more than what? Five minutes? And she just straight up sat on her lap in the middle of your conversation. You cleared your throat and shifted on the couch. Though Billie was still looking at you and talking to you, one of her hands was now holding the girl’s thigh and the other held her back.
Why did you come to these things again? Was your crush really worth it when it was so one-sided? Was she really so oblivious to the fact that you were crushing on her? Hard. Of course she was. You were best friends, but not like her new group of friends. There was just something about them that made you feel less than. Like you weren't the first person to be there for Billie since the beginning. Like they were worthy of all her attention and you were just "Billie's friend".
You excused yourself glancing at the girl briefly who was now whispering something in Billie's ear. Billie laughed watching as you left, but not really protesting for you to stay. Finding the bathroom, you shut the door behind you leaning against it taking a deep breath. The lack of oxygen was making you feel light headed and the previous flutter in your chest was now replaced by a deep pain. You felt like the room was shrinking around you.
Walking to the counter, you held the edge as you walked yourself through a series of deep breathing exercises. God, this girl had you in deep. So fucking deep you were in her bathroom breathing like a maniac because you were down bad.
Locating your phone, you opened up your message thread with her.
Not feeling well. Going home.
A few seconds later a reply came through.
You sure? You can rest in my room for now.
You watched the three dots pop up again, but nothing else came through. You could rest in her room, but you really couldn't stand being in her house anymore.
Thanks, but I'll see you tomorrow maybe?
Looking in the mirror, you wiped the tears you hadn't realized you were shedding and sniffled. How were you going to get through her album press tour like this? It should've made you feel special that you were the only person she invited, but really you felt like shit.
Of course she was going to take you. You were her best friend. But was that all you'd ever be?
When her press tour started, you tried really hard to bury your feelings for her. Before you boarded that plane, you made a pact with yourself. You were done with Billie. Any romantic feelings were squashed. She wasn't going to be the reason you cried anymore. And though you liked to tell yourself you were okay with that, you weren't. You really fucking weren't.
She made it so difficult. With her adorable laughs and awkwardly cute presence during interviews. You stood behind the scenes watching interview after interview. Every so often, she'd glance at you and smile like you were her home.
And you'd wonder if she was questioning how different you'd been acting. How much you'd been pulling away from her or if she just thought everything was okay and normal.
No matter how much you wanted to ignore the feelings, your heart ached each day. Especially each night when the two of you laid in bed because of course you were sharing a hotel room. And you couldn't cuddle with her like you did before these pestering feelings inhabited your heart and soul. You couldn't put yourself through that.
And it all boiled down to one moment. One moment where you couldn't hold it in. You couldn't pretend for her sake anymore.
The Chicken Shop Date.
You stood behind the cameras as she flirted her way through the interview. Her shy little awkward mannerisms making every ounce of your body tingle, but warm with envy. The sly flirty comments shot at Amelia, the glances like she wanted to eat her alive.
Fuck. It got to you. You felt so stupid. It. was. press. It wasn't real. But god you took it so personal.
Billie glanced over when she heard whispering. You were talking to someone on set. They were nodding and holding your arm. She couldn't see your face, but she furrowed her brows when you left.
“Yo, that was kinda rude.” The voice snapped you from your book. You didn’t bother looking up. You flipped the page until you heard the door slam and a pissed off Billie was standing at the end of the bed.
“Did you hear me?” She asked. Her face one of bewilderment when you looked up. “What was that about? Why’d you just leave?” She prodded lifting her shoulders like you’d done the most despicable thing.
You just shook your head bitting the inside of your lip. You were at a point of no return. If you snapped at her, it’d be done. You’d be done. You’d walk away. You’d fly home right now. You'd never talk to her again.
“Hello?” She snapped you. Oh … it was on.
“You’re fucking joking right?” Your voice cracked and you cleared your throat quickly because you weren’t going to break down right now. Not before she got an earful because she didn’t even know the half of it.
“You bring me everywhere and what? I’m just suppose to follow you like a little lap dog?” Your voice was more stern now as you tossed your book to the side not bothering to mark the page. It’s not like you’d been paying attention to the plot.
Billie furrowed her brows, her lips parting.
“Do you have any idea what it’s like being around you? Everyone loves you, everyone wants a piece of Billie Eilish and you just love it don’t you? You love the attention.” You’d gotten up by now, but you were still feet away from her and her sudden defensive stance.
“What are you talking about?” Billie asked.
“Fuck Billie. How about you put your fucking glasses on and look in front of you?” Your voice was laced with venom and you were aiming to sting and hurt just like you had. Just like the uncontrollable crying you'd done when you walked through the hotel door.
“I. Like. You."
“And you always make me feel like shit,” you whispered falling back on the bed sitting with your hands clasped between your legs, chest heaving as you tried catching your breath. Your tummy felt funny. You felt like you might actually throw up and not just word vomit. The tears were hot on your face and you leaned your head back trying to bring them back in.
Billie stood there. Silent. It felt like an eternity before she spoke.
"I didn't know," her voice was soft and she stood there like a scolded child.
"Oh my god, I'm so stupid," she added. It was like she was recalling all the times she'd invite you over just to give another girl attention. All the times she made you feel like she was crushing on you too. The hugs, the cheek kisses, the sleepovers.
"I just need you to tell me you don't like me. I need to hear it from you so I can move on," you turned to look at her slowly. She looked at your glossy eyes and tear streaked face.
"I can't," Billie furrowed her brows, her own eyes glossing over. She was awful. She'd made you feel awful and she didn't know for how long. And worst, if she'd only communicated with you then you would've known-
"I like you too," she whispered and sat next to you. Her body was still, facing forward not looking at you. Silence filled the room.
She liked you too?
"Then why," your voice cracked and you cleared your throat. "why didn't you tell me?" you asked.
"The same reason you didn't. I was scared. I didn't want things to change between us," she turned to look at you but you were still facing forward. She cupped your face and you froze. This new touch was foreign. It was filled with possibilities and second chances.
"Things were already changing between us when you started flirting with anything that had legs," you melted into her touch and Billie couldn't help but softly laugh at that. This elicited your own smile and when your eyes met you felt your heart exploding. Her watery eyes glistened. The blue piercing through your soul. The green bandana making them shine even brighter. She bit her lip before looking down at yours.
Was this really happening right now? Her body was leaning in.
"Wait," she placed your hand on her shoulder and she looked at you with confusion. "I want this, I want this so bad," you confessed.
"But?" Billie asked.
"But, I need to know you do too. That you're seriously into this. That you're not just going to run away," her eyes softened and she nodded pressing her forehead against yours. And maybe using 'run away' was a poor choice of words because that's literally what you'd been doing this whole time.
She brought you back to earth when she grabbed your hand placing it on her chest. Her heart was beating rapidly.
"Okay," you whispered.
Billie leaned in again and this time you didn't stop her. You let her lips meet yours in a tentative kiss. Your noses brushed as she tightened her grip around your hand which was still pressed to her chest.
You kissed again.
This time it was a deeper kiss. One poured with feelings and regrets and hope.
