#plus the soundtrack is the best

[kdramaxoxo]

Kwak Si Yang seemed more like a jelly loser to me in Love Scout I actually like how Eun Ho was calm.

I haven't caught up to his cameo in Love Scout yet lol!

I'm just a Kwak Si Yang Romance Potential Stan :P If you've struggled through Idol: The Coup and come out the other side desperate for fic like I did, I swear you'll understand! <3

EVIDENCE:

[roostercrowedatmidnight]

doctor who series 5 soundtrack slaps harder than any other doctor who soundtrack in my opinion. the eleventh hour alone introduces some of the most beautiful tracks in the show

[theangrypomeranian]

*glares at myself in the mirror* you DO NOT need to watch AHS: 1984 again, you WILL NOT plan an AU based on it, do you understand me?!?

[schizononagesimus]

hello fellow girls still playing animal crossing: new leaf

[chorus-the-mutate]

I've finally got some screenshots from one of my favorite scenes (and locations) in the Hanna movie and now I'm spreading them like a virus because there are literally no good pictures of this scene. <3

[prismaticutie]

I PLAYED OMEGA STRIKERS FOR 3 HOURS AND I JUST LOST EVERY SINGLE GAME EXCEPT FOR THE LAST ONE WHERE I DID SO WELL THAT ON THE SECOND SET I WAS ACTUALLY MVP AND GOT BAROQUE BANDITRY TO FUCKING PLAY LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOO

[dragontamer05]

Spotify WTF

Having Shuffle auto enabled on mobile for regular use I could generally live with- frequently I like hitting shuffle anyway.

But having it set to the SMART Shuffle automatically (mobile only when on desktop I you can switch between) so I have to deal with potentially getting songs not even ON my playlist.

Like it's less of a problem for my larger playlists cause there's more of a chance it's jsut gonne pick something from my playlist (or I may not notice lol)

But for smaller ones - like trying to just listen to the Broadway soundtrack for Lion King and getting other Disney songs... bruh

[crypticscarecrow]

A little celebration for another year gone by! (And my classes start tomorrow)

It's still wild to me I've spent such a long time on this platform, although I'm not as active as much as I used to be, here's to hoping I can catch up on lost activity and soon flood your dashes with Deltarune Chapter 3&4 content (when it comes out) there is no price i won't pay to play that game and yall best PREPAREEEE

[yououghtaknow]

[blacktabbygames]

We're thrilled to announce that we've wrapped principal development work on Slay the Princess — The Pristine Cut. We'll be releasing it this Fall (date TBD) so we can simultaneous ship the update with both the game's console release (surprise!) as well as official subtitling support for 11 new languages, all with the help of our wonderful new partners at Serenity Forge (who you might know from their publishing work on Doki Doki Literature Club Plus!)

There's a lot for us to share about The Pristine Cut, but before we get into the details, please check out our new trailer!

Here's what we've got coming for you: Content

For those of you who are just now hearing about The Pristine Cut, it's an entirely free director's cut of the game that adds about 35% more content on top of the initial release.

This includes massive expansions to The Den, The Apotheosis, and The Fury routes, each of which is over three times bigger than their release versions, with tons of variations to discover across multiple playthroughs.

On top of this, we're adding three brand new chapter three routes that will add even more depth to your stories with The Damsel, The Prisoner, and The Spectre.

And we're adding a new ending.

All in all, these additions come to over 2,500 new voice lines, over 1,200 new hand-drawn illustrations, and over 15 new tracks of music.

We're also adding an extensive CG gallery with over 400 unlocks to help all you completionists track your progress, complete with cryptic hints to help you discover some of the game's more obscure and buried interactions.

Languages

And all of this is coming with a giant wave of localization support, covering the following languages: Simplified and Traditional Chinese, Korean, Japanese, French, German, Russian, Spanish (Latin American), Brazilian Portuguese, Italian, and Polish. These localizations are just going to cover subtitles, so we can be as thorough as possible about maintaining the quality of Jonny and Nichole's performances.

Consoles, Physical Release and New Merch

With the help of Serenity Forge, we’re bringing Slay the Princess — The Pristine Cut to every major current console — Nintendo Switch, PS4 + 5, and Xbox.

And these won’t just be available as digital downloads. You’ll also be able to pick up a physical edition for the Switch and PS5, with an exclusive sticker sheet and a download code for the game’s soundtrack.

And if that’s not enough we’re also doing a Collector’s Edition, complete with a 7 inch statue of the Princess, a mirror with a lenticular lens, an acrylic standee, and more.

And finally (for now), we’re launching the first wave of new line of sticker sheets, featuring chibi art of the Princesses as seen in The Pristine Cut’s new gallery. Pre-order them now at Topatoco!

Alongside these developments, we've also launched a new website for the game: check out slaytheprincess.com where you can order the physical editions, check out merch, and more!

Thank you so much for your patience while we've worked to make The Pristine Cut the definitive version of Slay the Princess. We can't wait to share all of the game's new stories with you this Fall.

Until then, we're back to working full-time on the next Episode of Scarlet Hollow (and have been for about a few weeks now!)

Best, Abby and Tony

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

Akira Ifukube (Naoki Satō) - Godzilla Minus One - Godzilla Suite II 2023

Godzilla Minus One is a 2023 Japanese epic kaiju film written, directed, and with visual effects by Takashi Yamazaki. It won Best Visual Effects at the 96th Academy Awards, becoming the first non-English language film to do so. It was the first Godzilla film to be nominated for an Academy Award, as well as the first Japanese film ever to receive a nomination in the Best Visual Effects category.

The score is composed by Naoki Satō, but also contains re-recorded pieces from several Godzilla movies composed by Akira Ifukube; a three-part 10-minute "Godzilla Suite" comprising new recordings of music from classic Ifukube Godzilla scores, including the famous 1954 march, plus brief references to King Kong vs Godzilla from 1962, Mothra vs Godzilla from 1964, and Godzilla vs Destroyah from 1995. These tracks are mostly used as underscore in the major battle sequences, such as Godzilla's first attack on Tokyo, and then again during the final battle. The soundtrack won Best Original Score for a Fantasy/Science Fiction Film at the 2024 International Film Music Critics Association Awards.

"Godzilla Suite II" received a total of 85,2% yes votes!

[blasphemousclaw]

why Divine Beast Dancing Lion has the best soundtrack in the entire game

When I watched the first DLC trailer 6 months ago, I was so focused on Messmer that I never gave the lion dancers a second thought. But in a shocking turn of events, Divine Beast Dancing Lion is now my favorite boss in the whole game. To me, what makes this fight truly exceptional is its soundtrack, so I want to go through the music and outline all the things that make it so great!

What makes the music stand out is that it feels SO different from the rest of the OST… the majority of the boss tracks have a pretty similar style and instrumentation, but Divine Beast stands out in my opinion because of how it emphasizes its rhythm and texture.

Conceptually, this boss fight is first and foremost a dance — you are fighting two Hornsent warriors operating a lion costume based on the traditional Chinese lion dance in an arena that’s actually a giant stage.

The Chinese lion dance is typically accompanied only by percussion (drums, gongs, and cymbals). So naturally, Divine Beast’s soundtrack has much more pronounced percussion in comparison to the rest of the soundtrack, featuring heavy drum beats and cymbals, plus shouts and chants from the choir. The music is in a steady 6/8, with 2 beats per measure divided into three pulses (think 1 2 3, 1 2 3) giving it a lilting, dancelike quality (this type of meter is often used in folk and traditional dances!). And, in the boss’s second phase, the dancing lion’s lightning, wind, and frost phases each have their own music and are timed to transition as the music transitions. The whole boss fight is programmed like a dance, so when you fight the boss it feels like you’re dancing with it too!

The choir has a range of vocalizations that goes beyond singing melodies and harmonies; as I touched on before, they’re also shouting and chanting. The shouts are used percussively and help accent the rhythm of the dance, and the low chanting also brings to mind a sort of religious ritual? Which is exactly what this boss fight is… in Hornsent culture, the lion dance is a ritual for invoking divinity:

“A charm depicting the crazed, cavorting dance of the divine beast conducted at the tower festival. Raises potency of storms. Divine beasts are messengers of the heavens, and their rage mirrors the tumult of the skies, of which storms are the pinnacle.” (Enraged Divine Beast talisman)

The lion dancers, or “sculpted keepers,” are those amongst the divine beast warriors (themselves the chosen amongst the tower’s horned warriors) who truly excelled at divine invocation, and were “granted the honor of the lion dance” (Divine Beast Warrior Armor). In the boss cutscene, the Hornsent Grandam calls upon the divine beast to possess the bodies of the sculpted keepers, and rise again to defend the tower… so the lion dance, performed by warriors skilled in divine invocation, is essentially a ritual for invoking the presence of the divine beast within the dancers in order to commune with the heavens.

The sculpted keepers, having invoked the rage of the divine beast, are able to channel the forces of the stormy skies — lightning, wind, and frost. The force of the storm is represented in the music by quick runs in the high woodwinds and strings that come and go like gusts of wind. The music almost never lets up or loses momentum; it goes at a powerful, furious pace until the end, embodying the divine beast’s fury.

But the Divine Beast that we fight has an extra layer of emotion that goes beyond divine ritual:

“When the Impaler's army assailed the tower, the ritual of the lion dance was turned toward martial ends—its divinity, its fury, its light-footed beauty.” (Remembrance of the Dancing Lion)

What was once a beautiful ritual dance conducted at the tower festival was forced to become a weapon of war in order to fight against their people’s annihilation at the hands of Messmer’s crusade. And even this was not enough…

The Dancing Lion that we fight was slain, lying in a pool of dried blood, when it is miraculously awoken again with a fervent prayer. This is the last lion dance that may ever take place, giving us a mere glimpse of this ruined city’s long-vanished splendor.

Listening to the soundtrack, there is not only pride in the music, but also an urgent, visceral, warlike rage, a multitude of voices joining in a desperate fight for their civilization’s very survival.

[lnfours]

* ✰. — the meet cute | l.n

summary: you never thought your best friends wedding would be where you’d find the love of your life or the first part to ‘the mini valentine’s day playlist’

warnings: a meet cute!! best man!lando x moh!reader, a wedding between p and max f, pining, fluff, language, drinking, if you listen closely you can hear me sobbing in the distance

masterlist | next part | listen to the soundtrack

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

the wedding venue was packed, people seated and excitedly chatting about the soon to be mr and mrs fewtrell.

you were pietra’s best friend, automatically promoting you to maid of honor when max had finally popped the big question. you were happy for her, excited to be apart of her big day with her, cheering her on just like you always had.

you peeked out into the crowd, puffing air out of your cheeks nervously. sure, you didn’t really have much to be nervous about, it’s not like you had to worry about messing up a speech or something grand like that. all you had to worry about was not tripping over the hem of your dress, of your own feet.

a presence pulled you from your thoughts, turning your head to look at the man who had joined next to you. you smiled softly at his tight lipped smile, thankful to see a familiar face.

“hey,” he said, british accent ringing through your ears, “we’re staring soon, you okay?”

you nodded, shaking your head and pushing the nerves down, “yeah, no, i’m good.”

you and lando hadn’t known each other before this week. of course you knew enough about max to know that him and lando were best friends, practically conjoined at the hip, but after all this time your paths never crossed. there was always something standing in the way of pietra and max introducing you to each other, despite knowing endless stories about the other.

however, the way you two had grown so close this past week you would’ve thought you’d been friends for years. it was an instant connection, an instant gravitation towards the other upon introduction. you couldn’t put a finger on it, but it was almost like he was as addictive as your favorite song. the kind you could listen to on repeat over and over again and never get sick of it.

“you sure?” he asked, eyes searching yours. you nodded back at him, smiling softly again. he didn’t bother pushing it further, but instead offered you his arm, “lets watch our best friends get married.”

you laughed softly, joining his arm with yours as he led you through the hallway and back to where the lineup was forming. you stood at the back with lando, arms linked still as the wedding music started. you felt those butterflies start to come back, gently squeezing onto his bicep.

he looked down at you and leaned his head towards your ear, “you’ve got this.”

you looked up into those stupidly gorgeous green eyes, brown curls perfectly styled. he looked good in a tux and he looked good in the hoodies he had been sporting at rehearsals too. you were pretty sure he could pull off just about anything, which was kind of unfair.

the doors opened and you and lando were face to face with the crowd. you smiled at the familiar faces, looking towards the cameras and phones before turning your head back to him. to your surprise, he was already looking at you. taking in everything about you, studying the side of your face like he was going to be quizzed on it later on in the night.

he had walked you over to the other bridesmaids before the music changed and the doors opened to reveal pietra in her dress. everyone stood, smiling and wiping away a few tears as she joined hands with max who had wiped his eyes on the shoulder of his suit.

lando met your eyes as the preacher spoke, the both of you smiling before you tilted your head down. the energy in the room made it impossible not to smile, not to be happy. plus, with the added feelings that sparked at every little touch and glance you and him stole, it was a wonder your cheeks weren’t hurting yet.

it was finally time for the reception, taking care of more ceremonial events before everyone intermingled. you had made your way to the bar, ordering a drink. you heard your name, looking over to see p and your group of friends waving you over. drink in hand, you wandered over to the girls who were begging to know just about everything.

“please tell me you and lando have a thing going on,” madison, the taller brunette, sighed, “if not, you need to.”

“no seriously,” chloe, the shorter, tanner, blonde said, “you two were making heart eyes at each other the whole time!”

pietra laughed, looking over at you, “i knew i should’ve rigged the bouquet toss for your favor.”

you rolled your eyes, “for one, we weren’t making heart eyes at each other. is he cute? one hundred percent, but i don’t know-“

“oh c’mon,” madison laughed, “you’ve gotta admit you want it just as much as he does.”

“how do you even know he wants it?”

“because he’s been staring at you all night,” pietra smiled, looking over at lando as he talked with max and his family, laughing before he felt eyes on him and his eyes met yours once again. he smiled, turning to say something to max before he took his friend took his glass. you whipped back around to the girls, just to find that they had disappeared, leaving you to have your moment with him.

he smiled, hands in his pockets as you turned back around to see him.

“sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“no,” you waved him off, “the girls were just right here, and they disappeared.”

he looked around with you, “think they went over to the dance floor.”

you nodded, “makes sense,”

“ladies and gentlemen, the bride and groom would like to invite you to join them on the dance floor for a slow song.”

you watched as couples joined hands, smiling and laughing as you spotted max and pietra swaying back and forth. her head on his chest as they danced, a smile on his face as his head rested on hers. completely in love.

lando looked over at you, clearing his throat softly, “did you wanna dance?”

you looked back at him, “you wanna dance?”

“well, they did invite us out onto the dance floor.”

“i don’t know,” you mumbled, “i’m not a very good dancer-“

he rolled his eyes with a chuckle and grabbed your glass from your hand. you sighed in defeat, watching him put it on the table as he grabbed onto your hand.

“you’re dancing, c’mon.”

“i have two left feet.”

“i think you’re just overthinking it.”

he had you there. you didn’t want to not dance with him, in fact there was nothing else you’d rather do. but the thought of his hands on you, it sent fire through your body and it made it impossible to think straight.

he took your waist into his hands, your arms wrapping around his neck. you looked down at your feet before your gaze was adverted as he lifted your head back up with a finger under your chin.

“don’t look at your feet, just sway,” he smiled softly, “if you look at your feet, you’ll fuck it up.”

you nodded, looking into his eyes again. this time you were close enough to see the specks of blue in his green eyes, how his eyelashes kissed his cheeks every time he blinked, how his beauty marks and freckles cutely decorated his face.

he was pretty, so so pretty. there was no denying it.

you licked your lips as he did the same with you, studying your face again as he tried his hardest to memorize it, “so…” your voice trailed off.

“so,” he echoed back, “‘re you having a good time?”

you nodded, “the best.”

“me too,” he said, reaching out gently to push a piece of hair from your face, “i’ve been meaning to tell you since i saw you earlier, but you look absolutely stunning.”

you blushed softly, feeling your cheeks turn hot, “so do you. handsome, i mean.”

he laughed softly, “i’m good with being classified as stunning.”

you rolled your eyes and laughed softly, “shut up,”

he smiled. normally he wasn’t this nervous when it came to asking girls on dates. normally he was able to keep cool, keep calm and achieve victory. but you messed with his head, sent him through a loop he had never been through. he wanted to do everything with you, he wanted it all.

his mouth spoke before his brain could filter it, “did you wanna go on a date with me?”

you looked up at him with wide eyes, immediate regret washing over his face as your silence made his cheeks turn hot.

“oh, i’m sorry-“

“no, it’s okay-“

“- i don’t know where that came from-“

“lando,”

“i’m sorry if i crossed any-“

“lando!” you laughed, causing him to stop his rambled apology. he looked at you, the smile you wore on your face calming his nerves.

“i’d love to go on a date with you.”

he smiled, chuckling to himself as he pulled you closer. your head rested against his chest as he held you close, “thank god.”

you laughed, smiling against his dress shirt, thinking about how this could be the beginning of the two of you, how it would all start right here in this moment.

[writingwrongwjc]

First Date With the Munson Boy

Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: maybe slight angst for a second otherwise all fluff!!

“Should I wear this one or the red one?” You look past yourself in the mirror at Steve and Robin lying on your bed. Steve looks up hastily from the magazine but gives no response. Instead offering a lost expression

“Why are you even going on a date with this guy again?”

Robin props herself up, throwing the nearest object she can find toward Steve.

“Dude you can’t just say stuff like that.”

“Why not? I’m being honest he’s kinda… well he is a freak.”

“He’s... sweet.” You say, swinging around toward them; making sure your dress swishes as you do so.

“Plus I could make fun of you for so many girls… Linda!” Robin Chimes in.

“Okay, glasses Linda? That’s not fair becau-” Steve begins to ramble but you interject before his poor excuses can manifest themselves.

“You guys! You are no help.” You throw your hands in the air, flailing the dresses as you move.

“Red.”

“Red!”

They both say in unison. Given their struggles with finding love, and your growing irritation you opted for the white dress.

“Mmm it’s classy.” you quip, leaving the room to put on the dress.

How you met Eddie is a story you’d rather not share with them just yet. Although Steve and Robin are your best friends they don’t exactly know about your habitual love for Mary Jane. They know you’ve smoked before, even trying a little for themselves when drunk and adventurous. You have just been embarrassed to admit that you enjoy the little herb, and many of the outcasts that come with it on a consistent basis. One such outcast is the man who started to sell it to you in the first place, Eddie Munson. Town Outcast, drug dealer, and according to neighborhood moms; occultist! After you started buying from him more the two of you started to hang out in those woods more consistently, even when you didn’t want to buy, but knew he’d be back there.

“We can’t keep meeting this way.” He’d say one day, cocking his head with a gentle smile.

“No? Then maybe you should take me out somewhere?” You cocked your head back at him with a slight of mischief on your face.

So now, you stand in your living room all dolled up to go out with the Munson boy.

“He’ll be here any second you guys need to leave! Go!” You shout, pushing Steve and Robin out the front door; giggling as they shuffle through at the same time.

“Have fun!”

“Don’t get murdered!”

“Oh yeah. Use protection!”

Not even a minute later Eddie pulls up in his beat down old van blaring some Iron Maiden song. Rather than allowing him to retrieve you from the house you meet him at the curb so that your parents don’t berate him about where he’s taking you and what his intentions are. He stumbles over his own feet in an effort to reach the van door before you can.

“Your chariot awaits you.” He bows, hand still on the door, eyes lingering on your form for a moment. “You uh, wow.” He says, shaking his head in disbelief releasing a huff of air. “You look amazing.”

“Oh thank you,” you say blushing at his genuine comment. He shuts your door hard, galloping over to the driver’s side, jumping into the seat. The music is now at a comforting volume rather than its usual roar.

“So, where are you taking me?”

“I was thinking we could hit some takeout, then drive out to the quarry and have a bit of a soiree?” Eddie seemed unsure of his idea now that he’s presenting it to you.

“Who knew you were a romantic Eddie!”

“I just, I thought that the stars would be brighter out there, and… you wouldn’t have to actually be seen with me.”

The street lights lit up the sadness glistening in his eyes, although he hid it well under his vibrant expressions and smiles toward you as he spoke.

“If I didn’t want to be seen with you I wouldn’t go out with you, dummy.” You jabbed him in the side in order to lighten his mood.

“I yearn for adventure! There’s no adventure in a drive in. Just making out before you're ready.”

He laughs vibrantly fidgeting with the rings on his fingers as he palms the steering wheel. Quicker than you thought that you would, you arrived at the quarry with takeout cheeseburgers in hand.

Eddie parked at the edge of the water away from the main road. As romantic as it truly was, Steve's words popped back in your head for a moment: “Don’t get murdered.” Not that Eddie would hurt you, just the fact of how dark it is way out here and the colorful history of the area. It's peaceful, but in an eerie way. While you’re thinking about how eerie it is Eddie got into the back of his van to grab a blanket.

“Here it is! Only the finest silks for a lady.” He approaches you staring into the darkness. “Oh. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah! It’s just dark out here. Spooky.” You wiggled your fingers at him when you said the word spooky. You take the blanket from him and turn to find a spot while he turns on some music.

“Okay so options, killer options by the way. We have Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, Dio, Slayer. Oh I have my guilty pleasure prince tape! Or, behind door number three, surprise mix! I have no Idea what’s on this one, I think I was high when I made it or it’s like one of those things where we listen to it and a quest starts”

He holds up each cassette tape like a salesman attempting to get your buy. You couldn’t help but admire his features, complimented so well by a nice leather jacket, cleaner, sturdier than his usual jacket but it suits him so well.

“Door number three, Surprise me! Now come eat, it's getting soggy!”

“Oh one more thing!” he leans into the van once more sliding the cassette into place then reaching to grab something. The first song on the surprise cassette is certainly a surprise to you. Africa by Toto.

He holds up a small hand rolled joint with a crooked grin on his face.

“We’ll save it for dessert!” you say as he sits beside you on the blanket warming the brisk air.

“Oh I thought I was gonna have something else for dessert.” He looks you up and down, biting his lip slyly. Not sly enough, you push his face away from you.

“Eddie! Who do you think I am?”

Rather than taking your shove for what it was he threw himself to the ground with haste feigning injury. Making you burst into laughter from his theatrics. Sitting up again he looks at you with puppy’s eyes.

“I meant Ice Cream, freak. We can go get some ice cream!”

“Oh yeah sure you did, but I’ll hold you to that now.”

After stuffing your mouths and talking a bit in between, Eddie lights up the joint offering you the first hit. You can feel his eyes on your lips as you draw in the smoke. His gaze is soft and his eyes dart across the entirety of your face. As you go to hand him the lit joint you hear a crackle in the woods beside you. Reacting with instinct you gasp harshly scooting your body closer to his, dropping the joint onto the blanket.

“Oh. shit.”

“Shit. Sorry.”

The two or you scramble to pick it up and snuff out the embers, tangling into one another while doing so. Your arm is now hooked around Eddie’s bent leg and his arm under yours, hand resting on the tops of your knees. The tension between the two of you is palpable but you both laugh off what just happened, especially since the weed is now settling into your system.

“You’re honestly such a mage.” Eddies says out of nowhere.

“Huh?”

“I was just thinking if you were a class in D&D it would be mage.”

“I have no idea what that is.” You say looking at him confused but eager to learn more.

He takes the time to thoroughly explain the D&D classes and other game mechanics you didn’t fully understand but thoroughly enjoys the enthusiastic expression on his face while he explains something he loves.

“Basically, they’re very versatile in their magic, like you. Pretty, funny, smart, it's all magic!”

“So would you be a bard then, because they play instruments?” The glow leaves Eddie's eyes and his expression drops, pouting his bottom lip out slightly.

“Well, they play lutes and stuff, it's not the same.”

“I mean sure it is, your electric guitar is just a way cooler version of a lute.”

“There’s more to it than that I’m more of a rogue.” He stands up, broadening his shoulders, with an over dramatic sneaky look on his face.

“Whatever you say, oh great D&D expert!” You hop onto your knees fanning your arms up and down at him. “I dare not question thee. Forgive me my Lord.” Sarcasm thickens with each word.

“I’ll forgive you, fair Lady. Stand!” Eddie poses himself as a king making his decree. “On one condition!”

You stand to your feet with a bit of a wobble, choking back a giggle as the song that is playing ends and the song Hungry Eyes comes on.

“That is?”

Suddenly the air shifts. No longer do you feel playful, but a tickle of anxiety. Nothing surrounds the two of you now. Eddies searches for words to say but can’t think of a royal decree. He crosses his arms loosely.

“Man I suck at this.”

“Or you're distracted.” you offer up walking closer to him until your hands meet his shoulders. The leather cold under your palms. He lets his arms unfold, grabbing you by the small of your back.

“Yeah that’s-” He trails off nervously. You can feel his shaky warm breath amid the cool autumn air.

“Next time I want to go to the most popular spot in town.”

“Next time?” He smiles.

“Yes next time, dummy.”

You slide your hand onto his jawline and then to the base of his neck, burying your fingers into his mess of brown hair. He leans forward slightly, pausing just before he kisses you allowing you to direct the moment. You pull his head closer to yours, your lips crashing together sweetly. His lips full and passionate yet not hungry for more instead satisfied in the moment. You linger in the kiss allowing passion to blossom. When you pull away you linger close to one another, Eddie’s deep brown eyes locked onto your’s, his cheeks are full of color, and his lips forcing themselves upward.

The sweet silence is finally disrupted when you speak up,

“Did you know this mixtape is full of love songs?”

He says nothing, instead stifling laughter as he pulls away from you unable to hide his expression.

“You did, you sneak! Surprise, door number three my ass!”

“So how bout that ice cream, my lady?”

Authors Note: Steddie and Stucky Fics are coming soon! I know I write a lot of x reader but I am workin on others as well!!

[hansoeii]

genuinely how is lokius queerbaiting?

Basically, season one was already queerbaiting but not because of Lokius. They teased the whole Loki coming out thing as something so grand when it was just a quick "a bit of both" that you could've easily missed if you looked away for a second and then never mentioned it again. Also, don't get me started on the way they "dealt with" Loki's genderfluidity because that was just horrendous.

But getting to the Lokius bit: In season one, they establish that Loki is, in fact, queer in the MCU as well and can fall for a male character. Now, the ship between him and Mobius becomes incredibly popular in the fandom since their storyline and chemistry are just beautiful. Lots of fanart and fanfictions come out of it that the creators are aware of. Even a song on the soundtrack is called "Lokius".

So now, if they didn't plan on making Loki and Mobius a real thing, why was episode one of season two the way it is? The way those two acted around each other was far from platonic. They could've easily had them act like good ol' buddies, but instead we get Mobius holding Loki every second he can, Mobius being ready to sacrifice himself for Loki, Loki then almost confessing, plus even the trope where they accidentally fall on top of each other and linger there for a second longer than necessary and that wasn't even everything. And during every single one of those scenes, they played the "Lokius" theme from the soundtrack. A ton of people who weren't convinced of this ship after season one now went "okay wait, you were right all along". Those are blatant romantic tropes. There's nothing platonic about it, and no one can convince me otherwise.

The creators know that people want to see Lokius, so why give us these scenes and ultimately give us hope? There's two options: they're actually going for it or they know that this is what we watch it for and will ultimately go "lmao obviously they're just best buddies you're delusional if you thought otherwise".

So yeah, that's my stand on this whole thing. I've been through the queerbaiting trenches and I'm worried that this show will be added to the list.

[eilishsmuse]

the way you move on the floor

— sorority president!billie eilish x sorority president!fem reader

context. both billie and you finally meet at a SAE party after being busy with all the rushing season going on. as the night goes on, it turns out that you and the pi phi president have a lot more in common than you thought. the two of you spend the rest of the night partying, drinking, dancing, and chatting. making a deal.

cw. drinking, drugs, partying, typical frat boys, swearing, mentions of throwing up, billie is literally the biggest flirt on campus but reader is an even bigger flirt, explicit content, soft billie, lowk romantic, cutoff smut (sorry not sorry)

soundtrack. i like it – enrique iglesias ft pitbull

Finally.

After what seemed like the longest two weeks of your life, the 2024 rushing season was finally over.

Bid Day was a hit, and you congratulated all your new sisters to Delta Gamma. After all the bumping of eager girls and accepting them into the Greek life of UCLA, you could finally wind down.

Being a Big to everyone for tonight, you decided to let all your girls in the chapter know that it was time for a night out over at SAE. As a Big you were supposed to set a standard for the underclassmen, but that 'standard’ was thrown out the window a long time ago.

Plus, you technically 'did' set the standard for them. Have fun and get drunk with your friends.

Right now, you were playing beer pong against one of the newest members of your sorority.

Kaylor? Kayla? Her name started with a K, but you both were pretty buzzed, and if you said either name, you were sure she wasn’t going to care.

As you were drinking out one of the cups, out the corner of your eye, you spotted Billie Eilish, Pi Phi’s new president for this year’s chapter.

You didn’t get to meet her the past few weeks because of all the chaos of rushing and all that.

Billie was well known around campus and even when she got to UCLA as a freshman, there were already rumors she was going to be the president for Pi Phi later on. She was also known for just being hot.

And that she was.

She was also known for just being a natural flirt with everyone on campus.

Rumor has it that she hookups with rich closeted sorority girls. But then again, just a rumor…

As the alcohol settled in your stomach, you could already feel the potent drink do its work, as your worries were all of a sudden off your mind.

"Fuck. I knew I should've pulled trig tonight."

Your tone was full of annoyance and regret. You then heard your VP, Leah, laugh from beside you.

"I literally told you three times before we left the house."

Leah has been your best friend ever since you got to UCLA, and the two of you went through multiple rushes together your freshman year before you two decided to stick with DG. She's basically been your ride-or-die throughout all of college.

"Oh shit, it's Billie."

Leah pointed out, leaning back a little behind you to get a better look at Billie, nearly stumbling over at how far she was leaning back, "You think the rumors are true?"

You then turned to look at Billie as she held a drink in her hand and chatted to a bunch of blondes who laughed at whatever she was saying with the biggest grin on her face.

"Too controversial to answer."

Leah just laughed and took her turn to throw the ping pong ball, "You need to talk to her. You're both the new presidents."

Billie took a drink out of her plastic red cup, not caring that there was definitely way too much alcohol in there, but that's how she always liked it. She was on her 3rd cup at this point and had already lost count of how many shots she's had.

She was having a conversation with Sasha, one of her closest friends and a member of the sorority, when she suddenly felt her friend's hand on her shoulder, grabbing her attention.

"Is that the new president of DG? Hopefully she isn't like Grace. Fucking bitch."

She rolled her eyes as the name 'Grace' passed through her friend's lips, and she looked in the direction where her friend's gaze was directed at. Grace was last year's president, and just an all around snobby-bitch.

Billie was leaning against the wall and watching your sisters play beer pong with you, a cup in your hand.

"Who's that next to her?" Billie asked, trying to get a better look.

"Leah. Her best friend. Also the new VP this year for DG but she's more down to earth and chill." Sasha explained.

"Hm," Billie hummed, still staring at you from a distance, noticing how much you seemed to be talking to your best friend during the game.

"Is she single?"

Sasha rolled her eyes, already knowing where this was going.

"Dude," She groaned, sipping from her drink. "Do you have to flirt with every girl that shows up on campus?"

"Hey," Billie held up her free hand in defense as she downed the rest of her drink and set it down on the nearby ledge, pushing herself away from the wall.

"I'm just making conversation." She winked at her best friend as she started walking forwards in your direction. The alcohol was starting to get to her head as usual, as a small smirk tugged on her lips.

As Leah tried to practice her throw, you looked back towards Billie's direction to see her approaching the two of you, making you double take and widen your eyes.

Immediately hitting Leah on the arm to signal her, only causing the ping pong ball to fly out of her grip.

"Dude!"

You turned at Leah's dramatic tone to see the ping pong ball roll away from the table and get trampled by the dancing crowd. A wince leaving your lips and turning to her, "Sorry."

Leah turns away from you and to the little's across from the table.

"Number one rule! Never distract your partner when it's their turn!"

You furrow your eyebrows at Leah's passive-aggressive tone and roll your eyes, tapping her again. Leah turned over to you again in annoyance.

"Billie's coming."

A small 'Shit' was mumbled from Leah's lips as she tried to make herself look presentable.

Which was not happening.

The two of you were completely buzzed and not appropriately prepared to meet the other sorority's president.

Billie had a smirk on her lips, watching as the ball went flying across the room and the way Leah was yelling, causing her steps to quicken.

She was only a few feet away from you when finally approaching you both.

"Hey." She said, casually leaning against the table, arms crossing and watching as Leah tried to 'act normal'.

Her eyes then flickering over to your form, a smirk still on her lips.

"You're Y/N right? The new president for DG?"

"Billie! Hi!"

Your voice was nice and sweet. You extended your clammy hand out to shake Billie's hand.

"That would be me, yes. It's nice to finally meet you! Rushing was more hectic than I thought it'd be this year."

There was a kind smile on your lips as you spoke, not letting the alcohol that you'd consumed so far phase you. Leah, on the other hand, was still oblivious to Billie being in front of you and still applying her lip gloss.

Sneaking a hand behind your back to hit Leah on her thigh to stop doing whatever she was doing.

Billie took your hand and shook it, noting how soft the skin on your hand was.

She chuckled, still holding onto your hand even after the handshake was done. She was also definitely checking you out, her eyes roaming up and down our body.

"I feel you dude, it's my first year being pres so I'm surprised I survived." Billie joked, letting go of your hand and now wrapping one of her hands around the side of her own hip.

Her gaze moved over to Leah quickly and silently observed your friend for a moment.

She was too busy applying on more lip gloss, completely unaware of Billie's presence and how much time she was taking.

"Who's your friend? She seems...busy."

You turned halfway to Leah to see her drunken state, whipping your head back to Billie with a half smile. Hitting Leah on the arm to signal her to stop putting on her fucking lip gloss.

"This is Leah, my VP this year."

Billie let out a chuckle as she watched you try to get your VP's attention off what she was doing. Seeing her finally snapping out of it and look up.

"Hey," Leah said, a small smile growing on her lips as she noticed Billie next to you.

"Hey," Billie gave a friendly greeting, waving at Leah for a moment.

She had seen Leah from across the room earlier and now up close, she was almost as pretty as you. It was easy to tell that the two of you were close.

"Congrats on being VP this year." Billie said, now putting both hands on her hips.

"Thanks."

There was a sudden, uncomfortable silence, the music being the only thing being heard as you all looked at each other silently.

You cleared your throat and turned to Leah, grabbing her arm and turning to Billie.

"Maybe Leah should meet your new VP?"

Billie's eyes watched as you grabbed Leah's arm, and she hummed in thought for a moment.

"Yeah...sure. Sasha's over there by the wall."

Billie pointed over to the direction where her VP was standing, sipping slowly on her drink as she talked to other members of the sorority, her eyes quickly meeting Billie's as soon as she noticed where her gaze was directed at.

"Cool!"

You gave Leah no time to protest against the idea and nudged her over toward Sasha, leaving Billie and you alone. A soft smile formed on your lips as you looked at her, her blue eyes becoming very intimidating for some weird reason,

"So…"

Billie turned her gaze back to you, the smirk never leaving her lips as her eyes lingered on your features for a moment.

"So," She repeated, still having one hand wrapped around her hip and the other still resting on the table. "How you holding up so far?" She asked, knowing damn well you had both probably been drinking more than necessary.

She tilted her head to the side slightly, a hum leaving her lips as she was waiting for your response.

She was silently studying your body language, her eyes glancing from your face to your chest for a brief moment and back up.

"A little overwhelmed. But honestly excited nonetheless for this year."

Good Y/N. Play it cool.

"What about you?"

Now it was your turn to tilt your head at her and give her a small grin, taking a swig of your drink.

Billie chuckled and nodded for a moment before mirroring the action and taking a sip of her cup as well.

"I'm a bit overwhelmed myself, to be completely honest. But I'm excited for this year too.”

She let out a weary sigh jokingly, her eyes never leaving yours.

Her gaze then lowered again to your figure, this time it seemed like she was studying you a bit more closely. Seeing the way your jean shorts hugged your body perfectly around your hips and thighs and how the top you wore showed off your cleavage just slightly.

You nodded at her statement with an all knowing smile, looking around the crowded frat party. Red cup still in hand as your eyes scanned the party, settling on a guy you used to hang around with.

Your eyes immediately widening as his tall frame walked over to you with a smile. His framed dazzled in his UCLA polo unbuttoned slightly paired with a pair of blue Lululemon shorts and with his ruffled blond hair.

“Oh god, help me.”

Muttering it quickly out your lips and quickly shimming your way into Billie’s arms, grabbing her arms and wrapping them around your waist. Wrapping your around her shoulders and looking up at her as if she was saying something interesting.

“Just go with it.”

Billie was taken by surprise as you suddenly wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled her against you. Her eyebrows furrowed for a moment in confusion but she didn't struggle against it, instead allowing herself to get pulled into your warmth.

She was about to question what you were doing until you suddenly spoke.

"Just go with it."

Not knowing what you were on about, her head turned so she could glance over her shoulders, seeing the guy that you were worried about coming closer.

"Got it." She replied in a whisper.

“What do you think people would think about this? Being two presidents and all?” You say in a fake but evident seductive tone, caressing Billie’s neck with your french tipped nails. Trying to let Aaron know to just walk away.

Looking up at Billie with a hungry look that you only use when you want something.

Billie stayed composed as best she could, watching the guy for a moment before her eyes flicked back to your face, feeling your nails graze her exposed neck.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, noticing how hungry you looked, almost as if you were about to devour her. Her breath hitched slightly in her throat and she tried to form words.

"I don't think… most people would care…" Billie said, glancing down at your lips for a brief moment, realizing how much shorter you were to her.

“I’d hope not,” You whispered on Billie’s lips glancing over her shoulder to still see Aaron there. Rolling your eyes but so only Billie could see it.

“Aaron hey!”

A fake, cheery tone seeping through your voice separating your hands off of Billie’s neck and resting them on her chest so you were still attached to her.

Billie's heart began to beat faster in her chest as she felt your hands move from her neck to her chest, and her breathing came out as sharper and quicker. She was fighting back the urge to stare down at how your hands were resting right by her cleavage.

She forced the smirk back on her lips, looking over to the guy who was now standing in front of you, his body language showing how he was annoyed and jealous.

"Hey, Y/N," He said, not even bothering to acknowledge Billie.

“Sorry I never called back,” You fake apologized with a frown, soothing your hands over Billie’s chest softly, “I got busy with rushing and everything.”

Looking at Aaron with an innocent look, he was a nice guy. He was hot and tall and athletic and rich, everything you could want in a guy, but he was bland in personality. Sex was good with him but definitely could be better.

Aaron kept his gaze focused on you, noticing how your hands were caressing the other girl's chest, something he had gotten so used to you doing to him. He didn't like the way you were touching her, but he stayed composed.

"Yeah, I saw the new girls around campus." He said, keeping his words short. He then eyed Billie, who had stayed silent up to this point.

"You look familiar, have I seen you somewhere before?"

Billie looked from you to Aaron for a moment and shrugged when he asked the question.

"Maybe around campus, I'm usually on campus a lot." She said, trying to keep her voice nonchalant as she felt your hands still moving over her chest. It was increasingly becoming harder for her to keep her cool.

“Billie here is the new Pres for Pi Phi. Isn’t that right Bils?”

Glancing your sweet eyes up to hers with a million dollar smile, your hands still on her chest which could feel her immense heart beat.

"Yep…" Billie said in response, glancing down at your hands for a moment as they continued to move across her clothed chest, and back up to your face.

She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold back the urge to press you up against the table behind you and kiss you senseless.

"How long have you known each other?" Aaron asked bluntly, his eyes still lingering on you and Billie.

You looked up at Billie expectantly so she could answer the question still giving her a soft smile, feeling her hands grip tighter at your hips.

Billie took a deep breath, trying to compose herself as you looked up at her with an expectant look on your face.

Her brain was becoming increasingly clouded as her hands continued to grip your hips tighter, noticing how small you felt under her grasp.

"Uh-" She began, clearing her throat slightly. "About a month now…yeah…"

She glanced over at Aaron, his facial expression hadn't changed, he was still looking at the both of you with slight annoyance.

"A month, huh?" He said, and crossed his arms against his chest, shifting his focus away from Billie and back to you. "We've been together for like…eight months."

"Hooking up, Aaron," You immediately butt in as the blond boy finished his sentence, "We've been hooking up for eight months."

Aaron's face immediately turned into a mixture of anger and hurt, he didn't expect you to say it out loud and in front of the other President no less.

He shot you a death glare, his eye narrowing slightly and his hands clenching into fists for a moment before he tried to regain his composure.

"Why not just give it another chance, sweetheart?" He tried to convince, ignoring Billie. "We were good together."

A flash of disgust spreads on your face for a millisecond at his pet name for you, immediately covering it up with a fake smile, patting hit chest with your hand softly.

"Goodbye, Aaron."

Sliding your hand off Aaron's chest slyly and taking Billie's hand in yours, leading her past the table and weaving through the crowds of students that danced. Halting in an instant, finding a spot on the floor and turning around to Billie, giving her an look of expectancy.

Billie was silently following beside you as you led her around the table, her hand interlocked with yours as you continued to weave your way through the crowds.

She could feel the way Aaron's eyes burned into the back of her head, knowing damn well he was pissed that you were now with her of all people.

When you halted in your tracks, Billie stumbled slightly before steadying herself, suddenly being spun around to face you, her eyes meeting yours, an expectant look on your face.

"What?" She asked with a laugh, noting the expectant look you had on your face

"I love this song," You replied with a smile, 'I Like It' by Enrique Iglesias blasted through the speakers that surrounded the fraternity house. People began jumping up and down to the music, yelling the lyrics to each other, or dancing with one another by swaying side to side.

Billie let out a low hum, listening to the beginning of the song for a moment, her eyes watching the people around her who were beginning to sing and dance. Some people were even grinding on each other.

She turned her attention back to you, a smirk on her lips as her eyes locked back onto yours.

"You wanna dance?"

A fake gasp left your lips as you laid a hand on your chest and an immediate smile formed on your lips, "Why I thought you'd never ask!" Looping your arms around Billie's neck and letting one of your hands bury itself in her soft, black hair.

Billie chuckled at your reaction, watching you dramatically gasp and pout before looping your arms around her neck. She could feel one of your hands weaving into her hair, and she subconsciously leaned into the touch.

Her own arms immediately wrapped around your waist, her hands resting just above your ass and pulling you closer to her so your hips were touching.

She let out a breathless laugh as she began to sway them together to the rhythm.

They remained at a gentle swaying motion for a while, Billie's eyes looking down at you as you pressed against her, your hips now touching firmly.

She was slightly taller than you which allowed her to look down at you pretty easily, her breath still coming out in quick pants, her hands still resting firmly around your waist, her grip being just tighter than it needs to be.

"You smell nice." She muttered suddenly, her eyes roaming over your features.

"Le Labo," You commented, not letting the way Billie's hands gripped your waist go unnoticed, flashing her a knowing smile. Looking into her blue eyes and realizing how easy it was to fall for anything she did, now fully believing in the rumors. You couldn't blame the girls though, especially with the way Billie had a way with her eyes.

You gripped her hair in the softest way that you could and leaned into her ear, "Are the rumors true?"

Pulling back away from her ear with a smirk on your lips and a tilt of your head, still continuing to sway your hips to the music.

Billie's heart beat a bit faster in her chest when you moved your head closer to her, her breath hitching in her throat to hearing your whispering voice question the rumors.

She leaned in close, her lips skimming the shell of your ear as she responded. "Which ones?"

Her eyes flicked down to your smirking lips before back up to your face, her hands still holding you by the hips, not letting you get too far away from her.

She continued to sway them together, keeping a steady rhythm as they danced to the music. Occasionally she would glance around them, noticing how a few eyes were on the both of you.

Most likely from the fact that two sorority girls, leaders of the schools sororities, were holding each other so closely and dancing so intimately with each other.

Billie didn't care though. She ignored how people's eyes lingered on them and kept her focus on you.

She hummed softly, her eyes now roaming over your face, taking in every small detail, how your hair was slightly messy from dancing, and the natural redness in your cheeks from the alcohol.

“Don’t play coy Eilish…” You teased with a smile, softening the grip you had on Billie’s hair.

Letting your eyes roam to her plump, pink lips that carried a soft look that was too inviting and enticing to the naked eye. You took in a sharp breath and looked back up into Billie’s eye with a shrug, “I don’t blame you, some of the girls from the other chapters aren’t all that bad.”

Billie chuckled at the way you teased her, hearing the way you spoke her last name, something about how you said it made her heart flutter.

Her gaze shifted back to your face, watching you look at her lips, her tongue darting out to moisten them as your eyes roamed over her features.

Her grip on your hips shifted, her hands now moving to your lower back, her hands splaying across the fabric of your top and resting right above your ass.

She rolled her eyes softly, amused by your comment.

"Oh really, you don't blame me?"

Her hands on your back began to wander, exploring the soft expanse of your skin under your shirt.

Her brain was becoming increasingly clouded as the alcohol and the sensation of you pressed up against her body began to overwhelm her. She could feel the heat from your body and it was making her head become hazy.

Her eyes were now fixated on your neck for a moment, noticing the way your skin glowed under the lights of the club. The urge to press her lips to the skin there nearly becoming unbearable.

Your heart began to beat out your chest and through every other part of your body, feeling every touch and look Billie give you, deep inside. Wetting your lips with a slow drag of your tongue across both lips, bitting your lips to restrain any feelings that were ready to fully pounce onto Billie.

Letting out a small chuckle and looking down at the necklace that rested on Billie’s chest, taking it in your hand and gently rubbing the cool metal.

“Y’know if you wanted to hook up, you could just ask?”

Billie chuckled breathlessly at your comment, her eyes following your tongue as it moved across your lips slowly. Her eyes darkened slightly as she watched your teeth bite into the sensitive skin before looking down at her necklace that was in your grasp.

She swallowed thickly as your fingers began to gently play with the metal of the chain wrapped around her neck.

Her own hands continued to move across your body, her fingers still tracing the lines of your spine. She could feel the heat growing in her stomach, burning with an all familiar want.

"Is that an offer?"

“Depends…”

Dropping Billie’s necklace back on her chest and trailing your hand on her chest and up to her neck, lightly scraping your french tipped nails on her soft, pale skin. Looking up into her beautiful blue eyes with a look she’s probably familiar with.

“What would you say?”

Billie's eyes fluttered shut briefly as your hand moved back up to her neck, her breath shuddering when you scraped your nails gently along her skin.

She shivered under your touch, her neck leaning into your palm slightly and her own hands now gripping your hips a bit tighter than before.

She let out a breathless laugh, opening her eyes to look back at you with a smirk. "You're gonna regret it if I agree to it."

A small laugh leaves your lips at her assumption before you licked your lips with a tilt of your head, narrowing your eyes in curiosity.

“Why would that be Billie?”

Billie bit down on her bottom lip, watching the way you licked your lips as you looked at her with a smirk. Her own eyes flicked over your features, her grip on your hips still holding onto you tightly, almost as if she was scared that you'd pull away from her.

She chuckled lowly as you tilted your head and looked at her with a curious look on your face. Her own eyes darkened as she looked down at you, her lips curving to form her smirk again.

"Because," she began, her breath coming out in pants. "You won't be able to walk straight tomorrow."

Your eyes widen in a sense of shock along with a laugh as you leaned your head into her chest, leaning back with a surprised smile. Closing your eyes for a few seconds to try and rid the dirty thoughts from your mind.

Opening your eyes to see Billie’s hungry gaze, “Okay then, let’s make a deal…”

Taking in a small breather and giving Billie a small, gentle smile.

“We hook up and I get to see if the rumors are true and you are as good as they all say, but if you aren’t then you have to live with the embarrassment. But if you do manage to make me not walk straight then you earn bragging rights.”

As you leaned your head into her chest, Billie chuckled at your shocked expression and laughed along with you.

Her hands still gripping your hips slightly as she watched you open your eyes, her expression slowly shifting to a look of need as she listened to your next words.

A smirk slowly formed on her lips as you gave her a smile but with a hint of a challenge. Her eyes darkened as she watched your face for a moment, listening to your words intently, her grip on your hips tightening slightly.

She nodded her head slowly, her eyes never leaving your face. "Deal."

Without warning you stopped the sway of your hips and let your hands leave Billie’s body, grabbing her hand in yours and guiding her through the party. Weaving through multiple students that were drunkenly dancing.

Finally reaching the door and bidding the president of the fraternity goodbye, Billie’s hand still in yours as she followed like a lost dog.

“Where’s your car?”

Billie followed you silently, her eyes roaming over the various frat boys and sorority girls who were drunk out of their minds and dancing up against each other, holding onto red solo cups that they no doubt filled with alcohol.

She kept her hand in yours, gently intertwining the fingers as you led her out the doorway of the fraternity house, the cool night air feeling refreshing against her heated skin.

She paused for a moment as you asked her where her car was. "Parked across the road."

Your eyes follow to where Billie motioned her head to see a black Porsche 718 Cayman and laughing softly to yourself.

“Why am I not surprised?”

Billie chuckled as you looked across the road to her Porsche, which gleamed in the street light. She rolled her eyes at your comment as she began to walk across the road, your hand still in hers.

"She’s my baby." She exclaimed as she fished her keys out of her pocket, unlocking the car and opening the passenger door for you.

As you stepped into the passenger seat, Billie shut the door behind you, making her way around the car and getting into the driver’s seat. The engine roared to life as she pushed down on the clutch and the fuel pedal, the car taking off down the street.

Billie didn’t say anything as she maneuvered her way through the traffic, her hands gripping the steering wheel, her knuckles turning slightly white.

The silence between you was deafening, but not uncomfortable as she drove the both of you to the Pi Phi sorority house.

While the drive was silent with the car radio playing in the background quietly, your heart began to beat even faster as the car passed the familiar street of sorority houses.

You’d never been nervous or anxious to hook up with anyone like this before in your life, let alone presidents to Greek chapters, but it was Billie so this was different.

After a few minutes, Billie finally pulled up in front of her sorority house, immediately putting the car into park and shutting off the engine.

The sudden silence was almost deafening as the two of you sat in the car, the only sound being Billie’s heavy breathing and the occasional car driving by.

She turned to look at you, her eyes dark and filled with a multitude of emotions as she waited for your next move.

Billie let out a small chuckle at your innocent smile that you flashed her and stepped out of the car, making her way around to open the door for you.

She offered you her hand to assist you out of the car, her blue eyes looking down at you with a smirk. “Let’s go.”

A laugh left your lips as you rolled your eyes at Billie’s chivalrous actions much different from the actions that she was going to do to you inside the house.

Accepting her hand into yours as you stepped out the car, muttering a small thank you.

As you took her hand in yours, Billie gently pulled you out of the car, her fingers lacing through yours as she began to lead you into the sorority house and through the front door.

The house was relatively quiet, with a few girls still milling around who came from parties early. Most of them were in their bedrooms getting ready for bed or already asleep.

Billie closed the door behind you both in the entrance hall, turning her gaze back down onto you as she looked down at your smaller form.

She led you through the entrance hall towards the stairs and began climbing them, glancing back every now and then to make sure you were still following her.

Billie walked down the hallway of the second floor, pausing in front of her bedroom door as she twisted the knob and pushed it open, letting you walk in first.

She closed the door behind her, locking it in the process, her hands shoving her hands into the pockets of her jeans. Her eyes darted around her room before landing back on you.

There was a comfortable silence as both of you stared at one another until your hands began to trail behind your body to unzip the corset top you wore. Keeping eye contact with Billie as your top fell to the ground leaving the top of your body nude. Kicking off your shoes to the side.

The warm light of her lamp shining on your body, your jean shorts still in as well as the necklaces the decorated your neck nicely.

Billie licked her lips as she watched you unzip the corset you were wearing, her eyes glued to your every move as you let it fall onto the floor. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of your bare skin under the warm light of her room.

Her gaze darkened as she ran her eyes all over your body, her eyes flicking up and down your figure, taking in your every detail.

"Take your shorts off." She said quietly, her eyes now looking at your jean shorts.

A smile played on your lips as you tilted your head at Billie, “Come take them off, will you?”

Studying the way her confident demeanor still held up as she let her eyes wander on your body.

As you tilted your head at her, a smirk played on your lips as you spoke, a challenge in your tone. Billie chuckled lowly in response, her eyes wandering over your figure again, her gaze darkened as she felt you staring at her.

Without any hesitation, she took a few steps towards you, her hands coming up to grab your hips. She pulled you closer to her, her hands sliding up your bare back until they reached the top of your shorts.

Her fingers began to tug on the fabric slowly, pulling them down off of your hips.

She stepped back as the shorts fell down your legs, leaving you only in your laced panties, your body still on display for her to see. Her eyes remained on your body as she took in every detail, her hands still hovering over your hips.

"Lay down on the bed."

Her voice was commanding, her eyes looking into yours as she issued the order, her tone leaving no room for disobedience.

You shook your head before gripping at Billie’s collar and pulling her in for a kiss. A kiss that was on your mind the whole night.

Her pink, plump lips finally landing on yours as you moaned in content at the soft feeling and taste of her lips. Wrapping your arms around her neck as your hands got lost in her hair as her cap fell off.

Billie exhaled a breath as she felt you pull her in, not expecting your lips to connect with hers. Her eyes widened in surprise but quickly closed as your hands found their way to her hair, her cap falling to the floor.

She melted against you, her arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to her. Her hands gripping your sides as she felt you moan against her mouth, her tongue gliding past your parted lips to meet yours.

As Billie’s tongue danced with yours you smiled into the kiss, gripping at her hair even harder than before. Feeling Billie’s hands trail down your back and to your ass, picking you up in one swift movement.

A yelp along with a laugh left your lips, wrapping your legs around Billie’s waist as she carried you to her bed. Still having your lips on hers as she made the small walk.

Billie couldn’t help but smile against your mouth as she heard you laugh at the sudden change in position. She held you up against her, her hands gripping onto your thighs and holding you against her waist as she carried you over to the bed, her grip on you being firm but gentle.

She laid you down on the bed gently, crawling up on top of you, her body resting between your legs without any weight being applied to you. Her lips moved against yours hungrily, her lips tracing your jaw and down to your neck.

Your head tilted back to give Billie better access at your neck as a gentle moan spilled out your mouth. Pressing the back of Billie’s head further into your neck while your free hand gripped at the hem of her baggy shirt.

“Take it off…”

Billie nodded against your skin as she continued to kiss and nuzzle your neck. She could feel you pressing her head further down, causing her to moan softly against you, the sound muffled by your skin.

Her hands came up to the hem of her shirt as her mind began to register that you wanted it off. She gripped the soft fabric in her fingers and began to pull it up over her head, dropping it on the floor next to the bed.

Your hands roamed over her now bare skin, causing her to gasp softly. Her soft lips went back to the sensitive skin of your neck as she felt your palms roaming up her sides, tracing the subtle curves of her skin.

She could smell your signature scent in her bed, it was intoxicating mixed with your presence, making her want to just ravish you.

"Fuck…" She muttered against your neck, pressing more kisses to your skin as she felt you run your hands over her abs.

She could feel her body heating up as your hands continued to roam across her skin, a shiver running up her spine as your fingers brushed against her stomach.

"I'm gonna ruin you…"

She mumbled against your neck, her lips beginning to move down your neck and to your collarbone. Her teeth gently grazed over your skin, biting and sucking here and there, leaving small pink marks in their wake.

“Fuck me already Eilish…”

The words left your lips in a dirty and hot tone, a smile evident through your voice as well. Scraping your nails against Billie’s abs down to the button of her baggy pants.

Billie's breath hitched as your words sent a sharp shiver down her spine, her body tensing up from the way you spoke. She felt your nails run down her stomach towards her pants, the feeling causing her to gasp and bite on your collarbone in response.

"Jesus, baby…"

She mumbled against your skin, her hands holding your hips tightly, her fingers digging into the skin as you touched the button of her jeans.

A low moan escaped her lips as your fingers toyed with the button on her loose jeans, her brain already imagining what was to come.

Billie's body began pressing closer to yours, slowly rolling her hips against yours, causing an obvious friction between you both. As she continued to kiss and mark your neck, her breath became ragged, her hands holding you even tighter.

Your breathing became harsh as the room began to warm with all the tension that brewed between Billie and you. A pathetic moan leaving your lips as Billie sucked at your neck, grabbing her hand that was on your waist and interlacing your fingers.

Matching the rhythm of the way her hips rocked into yours to raise the pressure on your core.

As you interlocked your fingers with hers, Billie moaned softly against your skin, her tongue gliding softly across the spot she had just marked. She felt you match the movement of her rolling hips, the pressure coming from you making her moan even more as it sent a wave of heat straight to her core.

She released your neck from her mouth, her lips going to your ear, her tongue gently tracing the shell of it as her words came out breathlessly.

"You're driving me crazy…"

The sound of Billie’s words reminded you of the fact that her defenses were down and she was just as vulnerable as you making you smile softly.

Mustering the left over courage you had, you flipped the two of you over as you straddled Billie’s thighs, her breathing heavy and irregular as she looked up at you with adoration. Slowing starting to ride Billie’s thigh as you interlaced both your hands and laid them on your hips.

Your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure while moaning softly, sometimes letting Billie’s name slip past your lips.

Billie's breath caught in her throat as you flipped her over and straddled her thighs, her eyes widening as she looked up at you on top of her. She couldn’t help but stare at you, her own defenses down as her breathing became irregular, her hands gripping onto your hips as you sat on her lap.

She watched in awe as you begin to ride her thigh, her name leaving your lips in moans and gasps, the sight and sounds making her own breathing heavy.

"Baby…" She whispered, her eyes dark and filled with need.

“Oh f-fuck baby…”

Your voice was whiny and desperate as you continued to ride Billie’s thigh, letting her hands go as you left them on your hips and laid your own hands on her abdomen. The friction of your laced panties against Billie’s jeans was a stark contrast, the dampness of yourself leaking onto Billie’s jeans.

Tossing your hair to the side as you looked down at Billie and the two of you spoke nonverbally through eye contact.

Billie's breaths came out in gasps as she watched you move on her lap, her eyes never leaving your figure as she took in every detail of you. Her grip on your hips tightened as she felt the dampness of your panties on her jeans, the contrast between the materials making her breath hitch.

She met your gaze, eyes locking together as you both spoke silently. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her body growing hotter as the tension in the room grew.

"S-Slow…down…" She managed to breathe out, her voice wavering.

Your hips stuttered as the words left Billie’s mouth, contemplating whether you should listen to her or not, finally coming to a halt as a whine was ripped from your throat.

Your eyes fluttering closed as you tried to gain the self control to follow what Billie said, opening your eyes to give a soft, pleading look to Billie. Your breathing heavy as you tried to recompose yourself, nails scraping softly at Billie’s stomach.

Billie's body relaxed slightly as your hips stopped, her breath steadying a little as your grip on her stomach loosened. She held your gaze for a moment, her eyes flickering over your features before glancing down at your fingers tracing patterns on her stomach.

She took another deep breath before speaking.

"Lay down for me."

The words came out more as a soft command than a request, her eyes never breaking away from yours.

As you laid down on the bed, Billie moved so she was situated between your legs, her hands on the inside of your thighs, gently pushing them apart. As you settled onto the sheets, she took a moment to look over your body laid out before her, her eyes scanning every inch of you before looking back up to your face.

"You're so beautiful…"

She whispered, her hands gently rubbing your thighs, her fingers tracing the edge of the lace around the waistband of your panties.

Billie slowly pulled the fabric of your panties down your legs, her breathing becoming shallow as she took them off and sat up on her knees, tossing them to the floor.

"You're not gonna last long…"

She muttered, her eyes darkened as the sight of you completely nude and spread out before her. She looked back up at your face to check on you before moving down to position herself between your legs, crawling over you slowly so your faces were level.

A small chuckle left your lips as you rested your hands softly on her shoulders, “Moment of truth then?”

Billie couldn’t help but chuckle a little at your question, her nose brushing softly against yours, her warm breath fanning across your lips as she hovered above you.

"Yep, but I’m gonna make this good for you, baby." She murmured, her voice sultry, as her hands ran up the length of your arms to where your hands rested on her shoulders.

"Just tell me if you need me to stop, okay?"

Once you nodded in agreement, Billie returned your hands to her shoulders and began to move down your body slowly, pressing soft kisses to your collarbone and down your chest. She kissed everywhere her lips could reach, leaving a trail of soft, warm kisses in their wake, her destination becoming very clear.

Once she was eye level with your stomach, Billie took a moment to look up at you, her eyes meeting yours as she paused above your center. She didn’t move just yet, her eyes flickering between yours and your core as she spoke with a hushed voice.

“Is this alright?”

“Yes,” You spoke with a soft nod and gentle smile, taking her hands in yours and interlacing them.

A regulated, unspoken gesture between the two of you now…

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fer yaps!!!

ho i’m back from the grave… lmk if u want a part two 🤗