#jock!billie eilish x cheer!reader

[swuspect]

FINALLY.

jock!billie eilish x cheer!reader.

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synopsis: Billie Eilish is used to winning. Games, attention, the entire town’s admiration—none of it is new. But you? You’re the one thing she wasn’t expecting. No one’s supposed to know about this thing between you two—whatever this even is. She’s the star player, you’re the town’s sweetheart, and keeping it lowkey has been the plan since day one. But after a huge win, with the whole school chanting her name and adrenaline still thrumming through her veins, she looks at you, and suddenly, none of that matters.

So she does what she wants.

pairing: jock!billie x cheer!reader

wc: 491

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The gym is insane.

People are screaming, the band is blaring something triumphant, and Billie is—well, Billie is getting absolutely swarmed. Half her team is hanging off her shoulders, ruffling her already-messy hair, hyping her up like she just won a championship instead of a regular season game. Students are rushing the court, chanting her name, and she’s just standing there, cocky as ever, letting it all happen like it’s just another night for her.

And you?

You’re pretending not to watch her.

You should be with the squad, celebrating, but instead, you’re standing off to the side, arms crossed, trying way too hard not to look like you’re waiting for her. Because, you know. That would be suspicious.

(Not that it matters, because the entire team already suspects something is up. But still.)

You’re about to turn away, maybe actually act normal for once, but then—she looks at you.

And it’s over.

It’s that look—the one you know way too well by now. The one she gives you when she hits a perfect shot and immediately scans the stands for you. The one she had before the game when you grabbed the front of her jersey, yanked her down a little, and whispered, “Win it for me, yeah?”

And she did. Of course she did.

Now she’s still looking at you, sweaty and breathless and like she just made a decision she can’t take back.

Then she moves.

You don’t even get a second to process before she’s there, cutting through the chaos like it’s background noise. And then suddenly—suddenly, she’s standing right in front of you, all confidence and adrenaline, and she tilts her head like she’s debating something.

Then—

“Fuck it.”

And she kisses you.

Right there. In front of everyone.

The gym erupts.

You barely get a second to react before someone from the team yells—

“OH, FINALLY!”

And then it’s just—pandemonium. Screaming, whistling, someone literally clapping. One of her teammates throws a towel at her, another one yells, “Took you long enough, Eilish!” like they’ve been waiting for this.

Billie pulls back just enough to groan, barely turning her head as she mutters, “The fuck do y’all mean ‘finally’?”

Her team cackles.

You, still dazed, breathless, and kind of feeling like you blacked out for a second, just grin at her. “I think they knew before you did.”

She groans again, dragging a hand down her face. “Unreal. Y’all need a hobby.”

“Or maybe,” one of them sing-songs, “you just needed a push.”

Billie glares at them. Then turns back to you, lips twitching up. “Whatever. Now I get to do this whenever I want.”

And before you can even think of responding, she kisses you again.

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