thinkshespretty

[thinkshespretty]

THIS IS SO CUTEE WTFF

Billie X Horrible Memory!Reader. I also have horrible memory so that’s why I came up with this. 👍

gf!billie and forgetful!reader

gf!billie when you lose your phone

you’re pacing the apartment, slightly breathless, eyes scanning every surface like the world’s ending. drawers open. cabinets cracked. you even check the fridge.

“i lost my phone again,” you call out, dramatic and loud, voice echoing down the hallway like a warning siren.

there’s a pause. then, from the other room, billie’s voice, calm, patient, laced with just the right amount of teasing:

“sweetheart… you’re literally talking to me on it.”

you freeze mid-step. the phone pressed warm against your ear. your mouth opens. closes.

“...right.”

there’s silence. billie doesn’t say anything at first, but you can feel the smirk through the line.

“in my defense,” you start, tone defiant, “i—”

“nope,” she cuts in, amused. “no defense. you called me. on the thing you were trying to find.”

you huff, flopping dramatically onto the couch, face-first into the cushions. “this is why you’re not allowed to make fun of me.”

“oh, baby,” she says gently, and you can hear the smile in her voice now, soft and fond, “this is exactly why i do.”

gf!billie doing laundry with you

“have you seen my other sock? i swear it was right here.” billie glances down. “it’s on your hand, baby.” you blink. “…oh.” “planning to wear it as a glove or just making a fashion statement?” you throw the sock at her. she catches it. doesn’t stop grinning.

gf!billie sending you to the grocery store

billie sends you to the store with one job. “we need bagels.” you come back with cereal, a candle, paper towels, and peanut butter. no bagels. you look so proud when you hand her a weirdly shaped fruit like, “i thought this looked fun!” she just smiles and goes back for the bagels herself.

gf!billie telling you to make a to-do list

you’re standing in the kitchen, hands on your hips, a furrow between your brows as you mutter, “i knew i was supposed to do something today.”

billie’s at the counter behind you, sipping her coffee and watching you spin in slow, confused circles like a malfunctioning sim.

“was it laundry?” “no, i think i did that. maybe. i don’t know. did i?”

she sets her mug down gently. “sweetheart.”

you turn to her, eyes a little frantic. “what if i forgot something really important? like a dentist appointment. or my mom’s birthday. or—”

“—you called your mom yesterday, and your dentist appointment’s next tuesday,” she says calmly, because of course she knows. you blink. “…okay. but how do you know that?” “because i wrote it down when you didn’t.”

you stare at her, like she just revealed she’s psychic. she only raises her brows at you.

“baby,” she says gently, walking over and placing her hands on your shoulders, “have you ever considered making a to-do list?”

you blink again. “like… with bullet points?”

“yes. like a normal functioning person.” you gasp dramatically. “are you implying i’m not?” “i’m implying that you put your sunglasses in the pantry last week.” “…fair.”

she reaches for a notebook off the table, flips it open, and presses a pen into your hand. “color-code it. draw little stars. make it pretty. whatever helps. just… let your brain exist somewhere i can find it when you inevitably forget where it went.”

you smile slowly. “you think i’m gonna forget the list, don’t you?” she kisses your forehead. “i know you’re going to forget the list.”

and, honestly? she’s right. you do. she finds it the next morning, folded up in the fridge next to the butter.

“how did it get there?” she just smiles, holding it up like evidence in a court case. “same way your wallet ended up in the bathtub, my love.”

© dragoneyelashart

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[thinkshespretty]

❀ here with me

♫ now playing . . . track two: here with me

warnings. smut, fingering, oral, first times, mentions of underage drinking, softdom!billie, sub!reader, playful arguments, fluff.

synopsis. you and billie go through a through an old photo book expecting to just skim the pages, though the memories seem to hit you two harder than you'd both originally expected.

words. 2.7k

letters. okay wait i was on a roll with these first few fics hello????? hope you guys enjoy this as much as i did !!

PETALS TO THORNS WRITING MARATHON

waves crash gently against the shore, casting a faint breeze along the expanse of the sand and anyone who was sitting along the beachfront—which, currently, meant you and billie. curled up on a towel just a few feet away from where the water reached the land.

however, neither of you are focused on the waves or the pretty view of the sky.

rather, a photo book.

the item almost feels sacred after all these years of being with billie. after all the memories. the good and the bad ones.

you almost feel like crying as you carefully flip the page, landing on a picture from your junior year—from the day billie asked you to prom in the school cafeteria in front of everyone. and, purposefully, in front of the guy who had been crushing on you since freshman year.

though now, the small detail sounds rather silly. especially since there's a pretty, shimmering diamond ring on your middle finger. an indication of loyalty.

devotion.

forever and always.

the wedding was everything you imagined and more—secluded, only family members and close friends, tucked away in an undisclosed area where the media and paparazzi couldn't even begin to find.

"remember this?" billie asks, tilting her head and pointing to a photo on the right page.

you lean closer, and as soon as you set your eyes on the picture, the memories come flooding back into your mind.

it's a selfie—a blurry one, but still so nostalgic it makes your heart twist—coincidentally on the same beach you're resting on right now. but the two of you are soaked head-to-toe in the photo, much younger, and so stressed it has you giggling.

you remember that whole week very well.

the pressure of finals, new assignments, and even more chaos and drama outside of school. billie suggested you come with her to study on the beachfront, said that she'd "be serious this time."

news flash: she wasn't. at all.

she was quite the opposite. not even ten minutes into studying and she was already whining and complaining about how she'd rather fail than cram everything into her brain. you'd brushed off all her comments pretty well, kept focused.

well, until she started crumpling up her empty scratch paper and throwing it at you.

"billie, i swear to god," you warn through grit teeth, eyeing her.

she just grins. "come on, y/n. you can't actually be enjoying yourself right now. matter of fact, look me in the eyes and say it with a straight face."

you blink. unimpressed. "you're right, i'm not. but i also won't enjoy myself if either of us fail, so pick up your pen and start writing—"

"pick up your pen and start writing," billie mocks, voice a pitch higher like she's trying to match your tone.

and that's what really sets you off.

"billie eilish pirate baird o'connell," you seethe, gaze sharp.

her grin just widens, nearly reaching her ears as she scrambles out of her seat and runs off. her hair catches the wind as she sprints away from you, cackling like the whole situation is anywhere near funny. and to her, it is.

to you? not so much.

but you run after her anyway, leaving your notebooks and bags unattended on the—now empty—picnic table as you prance down the beach.

billie kicks her shoes and socks off somewhere in the midst of running, looping back around to throw them under the table before wandering off closer to the where the water splashed.

you don't stop for a minute, feet never slowing. you nearly catch her just as she's about to run into the water—then you lose your footing, slipping on a wet patch of sand and tumbling into the cold water of the ocean.

billie freezes for a moment, jaw dropping, eyes widening in shock. however, the reaction that follows isn't one of fear or worry. it's laughter. hands on her knees, howling laughter.

meanwhile, you're gasping as you lift your head above the water, trying to wipe away the burn in your eyes from the salt. your clothes stick to you like a second skin now—uncomfortable and distracting.

"holy shit, dude," billie manages through her laugh attack, clutching her chest. "are you okay?"

her eyes meet yours, crinkled at the edges with a sign of a smile—though your expression is much different. it's frustrated, a little sad. very exasperated.

so, billie takes a subtle step in the water to check the temperature—then, without much hesitation, dives into the ocean with a larger smile on her face than you've seen all day. you gasp again, lighter this time. and that's when a smile of your own starts to pull up on your lips.

when she surfaces again, she's the one drenched and gasping for air. you're the one to laugh this time—a small, airy giggle from the back of your throat as you watch billie blink frantically to get rid of the sting. it doesn't work, so she just groans louder than necessary.

"you're such an idiot," you sigh, trying to bite back a smile.

billie doesn't make any effort to hide hers, neither does she try to hide the look of awe and admiration swirling deep in her eyes.

she leans closer, wrapping a dripping arm around your shoulders. "an idiot that's also your loving, courageous, inspirational girlfriend."

you roll your eyes. "i hate you."

her lips meet yours unexpectedly, the taste of salt on her lips very apparent. you grimace at the taste, still not accustomed to it even after getting a mouthful earlier.

"no you don't," she whispers, pressing one last kiss to your cheek. "if you did, we wouldn't be swimming right now."

"we're not swimming, billie."

"should've thought about that before you decided to take a dip," she shrugs.

you splash water her way, earning another round of loud laughter and a playfully growled, "oh, you wanna play that game?"

billie smiles at the memory, eyes drifting to you. the same fond smile plays on your face as a re-run plays in your head. then you flip the page. a picture of you and billie sitting in your family's old living room, a stack of uno cards placed in the center around your family.

it was the first time she had dinner with them, along with the first night she'd been allowed to sleep over—and properly meet your entire family since it was over winter break.

you'd always talked about how crazy your family was, but when she came over and got tangled up in a game of uno when everyone settled after dinner, she knew they'd be even crazier.

billie was also aware of how insane she got whenever playing the rathed emotional card game. nonetheless, she agreed.

which is how she got here: sat cross-legged beside you, placing her second-to-last card down on the stack.

a reverse.

"uno," billie whistles, eyeing the rest of your family with a sheepish smile.

due to the nature of the card, you were next in line. and, with a sly smile, you pluck a card from your deck, wink at billie, and set it down atop of hers.

silence for a moment.

then everybody processes the action of the card.

draw four.

billie would've pounced on you if there wasn't an audience—all related to you—present. instead, she offers a tight-lipped smile and gives you the finger as your family laughs around the circle.

she grabs four cards from the second stack in the middle and goes through her options. her eyes light up, and you don't miss it.

draw four.

sent directly to your brother.

a string of gasps and laughter.

it doesn't stop there. not when your brother slams down the same card.

then your mom throws on another one. then your dad, then your uncle.

the noise never falters—not even for a moment. it only gets louder as your aunt simply places down another draw four. it's sent right back to you.

billie's nearly gasping for air with how loud she's screaming along with your relatives, laughing at the flabbergasted look on your face. it's brief, however, as you slide one more draw four card onto the stack.

her jaw drops lower than you've ever seen, and the screams and howls of laughter ring out all throughout the house.

"dude, what the hell?" billie shouts through her barely-contained laughter, slapping your arm gently.

"rules are rules," you purr.

billie's eyes widen. "y/n, that's a full twenty cards!"

your brother cackles. chimes in, "shouldn't have played that reverse card, o'connell."

she just smiles, shaking her head as she counts out loud every time she snags a card from the deck. then she sits back, eyeing the twenty five cards she's now left with. she peers over them with a scowl.

then, quietly, she sets down her chosen card.

draw four.

you shake your head as the screams of terror and enjoyment echo in your mind. and with the way billie's eyes are narrowed when you glance over, you're sure she still remembers how salty she was after the chaos was over.

she skips the next page, murmuring under her breath about how it was rigged.

"oh shit," you gasp. quiet. billie stops.

your fingers tap at one photo in the corner of a page, a small one that isn't anywhere near the center of attention beside the bigger pictures.

billie smiles. "pierce's birthday, right?"

you hum, eyes skimming over the aspects of the picture. another selfie. less blurry this time—surprising. especially since the two of you were drunk out of your minds. way too drunk for a pair of dumb, horny teenagers under low strobe lights.

billie had practically begged you to tag along with her once she got the invite via text, sending a voice note that went something along the lines of, "please, baby, i don't wanna talk to that asshole and his friends the whole night."

and, even though you weren't a guest that pierce initially invited, everyone seemed to really know and get along with you—even the pretty boys on the soccer team who only ever hung around the cheerleaders.

but after a couple drinks to ease your nerves, you were practically attached to billie by the hip—and the lips.

neither of you can recall how anything before the heated touches began. all you do remember is dragging billie down to a spare bedroom and giggling your entire way there.,

and then the heat. the slowness. the security of it all.

it was the first time—for both of you—which resulted in lots of nervous pauses and check-ins with each other.

billie leaned over you, one hand planted beside your head on the mattress as the other slowly danced along your skin, descending between your legs.,

"open wider for me, sweet girl," she purrs, gentle. patient. not demanding at all. her voice was rather nervous.

you obey, spreading your legs slowly and without much hesitancy. your breath catches when you feel her fingers prodding at your clit through the soaked fabric of your panties. your hips lift, trying to chase the pleasurable sensation.

kissing your forehead, she murmurs, "that feels good, doesn't it?"

"so good," you breathe, heart fluttering.

she hooks a finger into the waistband of your panties, eyes snapping up to you in a way to silently ask for permission. you nod, and billie smiles softly, slowly dragging the fabric down your thighs. giving you time to stop her if you need to.

when you don't, billie tugs them off your ankles and tosses them aside on the bed, her full focus directed on you again.

"tell me if you want me to stop," she murmurs, gaze swirling with worry and affection.

you nod, biting your lip in anticipation.

she nods along after you, then settles between your legs like she belongs there. her hands find your sides, pushing under the fabric of your top and feeling along the expanse of your stomach. you shiver.

and that's when her lips find your hip, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down to your thigh. she sucks gently on the sensitive part of your inner thigh, earning a few whimpers from deep in your throat.

"bil," you moan.

she freezes. "too much?"

you shake your head immediately. "no—it... it feels good. keep goin', please."

her shoulders relax at the reassurance, nodding again and ducking her head back down. this time, her mouth hovers over where you want her the most, breath fanning along your cunt.

your breath catches at the warmth, fingers pulling at the sheets. "please."

and she doesn't hesitate a second longer, tongue dragging a slow line from your entrance to your puffy bundle of nerves. she continues once she hears your soft breathing, quickly getting pulled in by the sweet taste of your arousal.

she leaves gentle kitten-licks over your clit, lips wrapping around the bud and experimentally sucking. your back arches off the mattress, and a louder, breathier moan rolls off your tongue.

"oh my god," you gasp, head pressing back into the pillows.

billie's fingers trace idle shapes on your soft skin, tongue following a pattern like she's trying to memorize how you feel. how you taste. everything and more.

then her tongue dips into your entrance, one of her hands slowly dropping between your legs. she presses gentle circles onto your clit with her index and middle fingers, and that's when the warmth in your lower stomach starts to get hotter.

"bil, i—it feels weird," you mumble through a string of moans. yet your hips keep rolling.

her fingers don't slow. instead, she raises her head a bit. "good or bad?" she murmurs.

your eyes flutter shut. "good—feels s'good."

she smiles. "gonna cum for me, then, yeah?"

all you can respond with is a frantic nod, your body trembling. you fight the urge to close your legs, the sensation building quickly but also too fast for you to register.

then the knot snaps, and you swear you see stars behind your eyelids.

"fuck, fuck, fuck," you whimper, pussy fluttering around her tongue.

billie presses soft kisses to your thighs as she helps you come down, fingers coming to a slow stop once she feels your hands pushing at her arm due to the overwhelming feeling.

"yeah, there you go," billie coos, retracting her hand. her eyes fall to your weeping entrance, biting her lip at how much you'd came.

"fuck," she rasps, heart stuttering in her chest. "you're so beautiful, baby."

she nudges your shoulder after a moment, laughing quietly as she watches your cheeks flush a subtle shade of pink. "gotta be the best memory in my book."

you scoff, playful. "oh, shut up."

so she does. not because she's done teasing, but because she can't take her eyes off you. even after all these years, all the fights, all the kisses and everything in between, you're still as beautiful as you were when she met you in the 6th grade.

and when you look over at her, gaze locking with hers, you can't seem to pull your eyes away from her either. the soft crinkle at the corners of her eyes, the gentle strands of dark hair mixed with light gray ones.

a cheesy smile pulls at the corners of her lips, and her smile lines only become more apparent. one of your favorite features of hers.

"what?" you giggle.

she shakes her head, arm wrapping around your shoulder as she shuts the book. "nothin', you just never fail to make me smile."

your cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink at her comment, scooting closer on the towel and resting your head on her shoulder.

the two of you sit in silence for a few minutes, watching the sun rise along the coast. feeling the minutes pass, and somehow even feeling how the years to come will be like. as you two grow old together.

"i wish we could live through every memory again," you whisper, a small lump forming in your throat.

billie hears the small shake in your voice. it's not a worried one. it's content. "we are right now, love."

you sniffle. raise your head to look over at her, a small smile playing on your lips.

all the time you two have spent waiting for the light to take you in have definitely been the greatest moments of your life. and, as you stare into her eyes, you're sure she feels the same—if not stronger.

"i love you," you whisper.

she smiles. "i love you more. forever."

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[thinkshespretty]

i’m gnawing at the bars of my enclosure rn

❝then come on, cowboy.❞

those were the last bratty words you were able to spit out before she pinned you to one of the empty stalls.

her hands move quickly, calloused fingertips splaying along the sliver of tanned skin your crop-top exposed and spinning you around. your cheek pressed to the polished wood, lips parting slightly in a gasp—not surprised. no, you weren't even a little shocked at her reaction.

this is what you wanted.

she'd been so soft with you recently, hardly ever giving you so much as a rougher squeeze to your hip. just small pats to your ass and gentle brushes of your hair behind your ear.

to say you were getting pent-up from her softness was an understatement.

you wanted her rough. mean.

and now you finally have her frustrated—after nearly an entire day of mouthing off, ignoring, and pestering her while she was trying to work in the unbearable heat. her last straw was when you walked back in from the yard, jeans tugged a little lower than before and showcasing the distracting leopard print pattern on your panties.

those exact undergarments were now stuffed in her pocket.

ripped right off your hips.

jeans pooled on the floor at your ankles.

"you really love getting under my skin, don't you?" she grunts, lips at your earlobe. breath hot. dangerous.

you smile. "yeah, but what i love even more is when you're under my skin."

that's when she snaps.

really this time.

her rough palm lands a harsh slap directly onto your ass, free hand swiftly rounding your body and plunging three lengthy fingers into your dripping cunt.

she scoffs. shakes her head. "fuckin' slut."

you whine. low. desperate. your hips buck forward, the initial sting of the slap overshadowed by the delicious stretch of billie's thick fingers in your pussy. tight. clenching even tighter around her digits.

"'bout time you had an attitude adjustment," she growls, pulling out until only the tips of her fingers are left in. then she slams them back in. rough. fast. unrelenting.

another slap follows that deep thrust, and you cry out from the mixture of pain and pleasure.

so much but also not enough.

until the tips of her fingers brush that spot in your cunt that always has your head going fuzzy.

"billie," you moan, eyes rolling back.

"nah, that's not my name," she snaps. another slap. harsher.

you clench around her.

already close.

so close.

and she knows.

"d—daddy!" you whimper, the sound broken. drawn out.

a wicked smile curls on her lips. "'s'the only thing you can still remember in that pretty little head of yours, hm?"

you nod stupidly, nails scratching at the barn stall as you try to speak. try to ask for permission.

but it all happens so fast.

her fingers pounding into that soft spot repeatedly. your stomach twisting with warmth and the euphoric feeling of your impending orgasm. her palm slapping your ass again.

"wait, wait, s-slow—" you manage.

she doesn't.

and that's when you finally break.

with a loud, broken moan and a stutter of your hips against her fingers, you cum. hard. stars flash behind your eyes with the intensity of your release, knees buckling. billie catches you just in time. but she's not happy.

not that you realize. you're too blissed out to even gauge the stern expression stuck on her face.

until your body finally relaxes from the aftershocks and she's slowly pulling her fingers out of your fluttering walls.

she tsks. "couldn't even hold it."

then silence.

a pause.

your mouth opens to speak. apologize.

but she's already spitting out another list of orders.

"get dressed," she says, flat. "i want you to walk to my house with your thighs soaked. and when i get there, you better be on your fuckin' knees. bare."

you hesitate. turn around.

her gaze burns into you.

so you nod. then, quiet, small, you murmur, "yes, daddy."

a faint smirk twitches at her lips. but she doesn't let it reach any further up.

"go, now."

letters. hope u guys enjoy this as i come to closing up & finalizing the little project i've been over-hyping for nearly a week now !! promise it won't disappoint (i hope 💔)

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[thinkshespretty]

daily reminder that billie is getting fucked by nat wolff’s huge dick and she will never date a woman. she doesn’t even like women like that. she just pretends to make her delulu fans get off her back. same with the baggy clothes. it’s all marketing. how does that make you feel? that everything you write will never be true and is merely a reflection of how lonely and desperate you are? at the end of the day billie will be living her best life with her MAN 💋

chillout dog no need to get hostile

[thinkshespretty]

hi cutie!!! im loving your work, your writing is so delicious!!!

i had this lil concept idea for billie in my head and thought you could do it justice

i always thought those videos of famous couples doing interviews on how well they know each other or something like that were the cutest thing and i thought it would be adorable for billie to do one with reader

but in my idea reader isn't necessarily famous, like, not an artist, but maybe someone who works behind the scenes in the industry, so they're not used to being in front of cameras, but it's with billie so they're fine with it. and then it's just fluffy flirty giggly, cutie-pies-in-love vibes yk, like, when they get into it it's like it's just the two of them in the room so it's very spontaneous and cute and shit and also they're like maybe a couple years into the relationship so they know each other very well

also i had this specific dialogue in my head of billie reading out a question "what do you like to do in your free time" or something like that and reader immediately answering "you" and then billie is a giggly blushing mess and it's the most adorable thing in the worldddddd omg

reader being a lil shy too but they do be living to make billie blush especially in public bc billie truly is the cutest and hottest human being alive

and also like they're cool with making jokes like this bc they're very comfortable with each other and they don't really care whatever the public knows about them as long as it comes from them and not rumours or people running their mouths yk

anyway sorry for the long ass ask, you can flip and play around with this idea however you want!!! also totally cool if you don't wanna write it don't worry thank youuuuuuu for your time sending kisses k bye <333

hi sweet girl i just posted it!! thank u so much for ur request i love youuu mwah mwah

new fic!

[thinkshespretty]

𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐅𝐅 | 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡: billie and her girlfriend play off the cuff with vogue magazine

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none

you and billie shift in your canvas chairs. they creak softly beneath you as you get settled, the buzz of the set humming in the background, lights casting a soft glow over everything. between you, there’s a slim table with a wide, ceramic vase in the center, filled with freshly cut flowers. soft pinks, creams, and little sprigs of green that lean slightly to one side.

billie’s in a pair of baggy jeans that bunch slightly around her ankles, held up with a thick, chunky belt. her shoes are big, worn in, platformed just enough to add a little weight to her walk. she wears a black and white striped button-up, sleeves rolled just above her wrists. she has her question cards in one hand, tapping the edge of the stack against her knee with a lazy rhythm.

you’re wearing jeans too, but yours are snug, hugging your figure just right. your white tank top fits close to your body, soft cotton with two small, dainty bows stitched onto each strap. there’s a baby pink sweater hanging over the arm of your chair. you’ve got your own stack of cards, and while you hold them steady in one hand, your other hand is busy twirling a lock of hair around your finger, nerves and excitement mixing just beneath your skin.

the camera light flicks on, and billie straightens up just a little, glancing at you with a grin.

“what’s up guys, i’m billie eilish,” she says, voice relaxed, smooth, eyes flicking toward the camera.

you smile and follow, “hi, i’m y/n y/l/n,” fingers pausing in your hair for just a second.

“and today we’re here with vogue, playing off the cuff!” billie continues with excitement in her voice.

billie shifts in her chair, glancing down at the stack of question cards in her hand before pulling the top one forward with her thumb. she reads it aloud with a little smirk playing at the corner of her lips.

“first question is…how do you two both know each other?”

you turn to look at her first, smiling, that warm, kind of amused smile. then you turn back to the camera, cards resting loosely in your lap now.

“so… i’m a stylist,” you start, voice relaxed but with a spark of pride behind it. “i help style celebrities for like, red carpets, press, and big events like the oscars, the grammys, that kind of thing.”

you glance back at billie and raise your brows playfully, and she bites back a smile, already knowing where you’re headed.

“and actually! billie’s 2022 met gala look…you know that outfit? yeah, the one you guys went absolutely fucking insane for? i did that!” you lean forward a little, cocky in the most lighthearted, teasing way. “you’re welcome, internet.”

billie laughs under her breath, nodding slowly at the camera

“i also styled her for SNL, lollapalooza, glastonbury,” you continue, counting them off casually with your fingers like it’s no big deal, even though it kind of is. “just casually building iconic looks, no pressure.”

you shrug and give a cheeky smile at billie again, who’s looking at you with this quiet little smirk, clearly loving every second of your confidence.

“so i guess billie just approved of my styling choices and, you know… kept me around,” you finish with a playful tone.

you wiggle in your seat a little, straightening your stack of cards with an excited grin. “hehe okay yay, my turn!” you say, clearly way too excited for a simple question, and billie snorts quietly, already amused.

you hold the card up and read it aloud, “what is your current phone wallpaper?”

you turn your head to billie expectantly, but her expression is unreadable, and for a second you just blink at her. “hm… i actually don’t know this,” you admit, eyes narrowing as if trying to telepathically guess.

billie reaches into the pocket of her baggy jeans, pulling out her phone and unlocking it. she angles the screen toward the camera and then glances down at it with a soft smile.

“it’s this film photo that my friend zoe took when i was on tour,” she says, voice a little quieter now, more tender. “it’s from that night in atlanta while i was performing getting older with all the baby photos behind me on the screen.”

you tilt your head, already knowing where this is going, and sure enough, billie glances at you with a teasing smile.

“the sweetest girl ever,” she says to the camera, gesturing toward you, “she was standing to the side of the stage with tears streaming down her face. my heart melts every time i see this photo.”

your face flushes almost instantly. you pout a little, then peek at her like, seriously?

“i’m gonna need to talk to zoe,” you say, playful but flustered, “’cause why is she out here sniping me like that.”

billie laughs and reaches over, giving your knee a gentle tap with the back of her hand. “stop,” she says softly, eyes warm, “you looked adorable.”

you glance at her, still half-pouting but smiling anyway. “no, but i was actually sobbing. the baby pictures always get me.”

billie just shrugs. “and it was the cutest thing i’ve ever seen.”

you watch as billie flips to the next card, glancing over at you before she even reads it.

“okay,” she says, looking into the camera, “fill in the blank: if you don’t like blank, we can’t be friends.”

you lean back in your chair, brows furrowed, lips pursed like you’re really giving this some deep thought. you tap your finger against your chin dramatically, and billie watches you with a smile plastered on her face.

then your face lights up. “oh! pickles.”

billie laughs immediately. “ugh, i knew you were gonna say that.”

you nod, fully standing by your answer. “they’re literally the best snack. like, i will eat pickles out of the jar, no shame, no hesitation. dill pickles, spicy ones, all of them. so fire.

billie gestures toward you like she’s offering proof to the jury. “this girl is obsessed with pickles but refuses to eat cucumbers for some odd reason.”

you scrunch your nose in disgust, already laughing.

“she hates cucumbers,” billie adds, shaking her head. “which is so weird because cucumbers are just like… the watered down version of pickles.”

“i know!” you laugh, shrugging. “i don’t get it either. they just taste gross. like… weirdly wet and green.”

billie raises an eyebrow. “they are green.”

“exactly,” you say, as if you’ve just made a very valid and convincing point.

she rolls her eyes, smiling. “this is the hill she’s dying on.”

“okay, anyway, moving on,” you say with seriousness before flipping to the next card.

“when was the last time you were starstruck?”

billie leans back in her chair a little, fingers drumming lightly on her question cards as she thinks. her gaze drifts upward, lips slightly parted, then she lets out a soft hum like she’s just remembered something.

“probably when i won my second oscar with finneas and became the youngest two-time oscar winner,” she says it completely nonchalantly, like it’s the most casual thing in the world. her voice is soft, teasing, like she knows exactly what she’s doing.

she looks right at you as she says it, calm and collected, but there’s this faint, cheeky glint in her eye.

your face falls into a straight, unimpressed expression, and you just shake your head slowly. without even looking at her, you turn to the camera.

“fucking insane. that’s what you call real talent,” you deadpan, cards resting in your lap.

billie chuckles, not even trying to hide the amusement on her face. “okay, your turn,” she says, nudging her foot lightly against yours. “what’s your answer?”

you shift in your seat, tilting your head thoughtfully for a beat before saying, “probably when you asked me to be your girlfriend.”

billie immediately lets out a surprised laugh, leaning forward with her hand half covering her face. “oh my god, stop.”

“no, i’m being serious,” you say, holding your ground with a soft, open look in your eyes. “because, first of all, it’s already wild that i was friends with the billie eilish. like, be serious. but dating her? so fucking crazy.”

you gesture loosely toward her as you go on. “i mean, when people ask me who i’m dating and i say, ‘oh, billie eilish,’ like—what? it doesn’t even sound real. you guys don’t even understand how much i thank the angels for allowing me to date the most beautiful, smart, talented, and funniest girl ever. i truly mean it.”

billie exhales a quiet breath, her shoulders dropping a little, visibly touched. “stop, baby,” she says, her voice softer now. “i’m so lucky to have you.”

you smile at her, small, a little shy. then suddenly sit up straighter and wave your hands like you’re pressing the brakes.

“okay ew, that’s enough cornball shit for now,” you say, laughing under your breath as you slide to the next card. “moving on!”

billie pulls the next card from her stack, tilting her head as she reads it aloud.

“what is your favorite thing to do in your free time?”

you immediately look dead into the camera, expression completely serious, and say, “billie.”

you give a small, solemn nod, like that’s the only possible answer.

billie furrows her brows, confused. “what?”

you turn to her keeping your face perfectly neutral. “you’re my favorite thing to do in my free time.”

a beat of silence.

billie just stares at you, jaw slack, eyes wide like she’s unsure whether to be flattered or call security. you’re already snickering behind your cards, trying not to laugh as your shoulders shake.

she furrows her eyebrows and gives a deeply concerned look to the camera before turning her head back to you, giving you the most judgmental side eye.

before both of you can say anything else, the camera cuts to jazzy music playing in the background while the video credits play on the screen

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫: hi u guys!!! first of all i want to say thank u to my sweet anon who requested for this, i thought your idea was so adorable, i hope it lived up to ur expectations hehehe. and sorry for disappearing. again. but like who’s even surprised at this point LMFAOOA

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD!! once you’re given this award, you’re supposed to paste it in the ask box of eight people who deserve it. if you break the chain, nothing happens but it’s good to know so. i think you are beautiful inside and out, never forget to love yourself!!

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡: billie loses a matching promise ring while performing in new york

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: whole lotta fluff lol

it’s night two at madison square garden. the air buzzes like static, thick with heat and sound and that weird kind of electricity that only happens when twenty thousand people are holding their breath for the same person. billie’s already on stage, her voice floating through the arena like smoke and silk, soft and otherworldly. you’re sitting just above the pit, low enough to feel close but high enough to see the whole thing unfold.

the stage is a riot of color and shadow. deep reds melt into moody blues, lights pulsing in time with the bass that thuds through the floor, through your chest. a giant screen above billie flickers with grainy close-ups: her face lit up in turquoise, hair flowing down her back, eyes wild with that look she gets when she’s fully in it. she moves across the stage like she’s floating, or dreaming, or both.

next to you, finneas is leaned back, nodding his head to the beat. he’s seen her do this a thousand times, but you can tell it’s always magical for him to see his little sister on stage. madison’s on your other side, phone out for a second, catching a few seconds of a song before slipping it back into her lap. she’s singing along, quietly, just under her breath.

the crowd is loud but not in a messy way. it’s this huge, focused kind of love. phones glow like stars all across the arena, thousands of little lights pointed right at her. you keep looking down at her, watching her disappear into the music, and even though you’ve been here before, even though you’ve seen her perform from places like this, it never feels normal. maybe it's the lights or maybe it’s just billie, but there’s something almost sacred about the way she performs, her voice isn’t just something she sings with, but something that lifts people. it’s tender and massive all at once, full of ache and softness.

she’s at the b stage now, way out on the other side of the arena. from where you're sitting, you can barely see her without the screen, just a small figure in the middle of a sea of people. the lights around her are low and golden, soft like candlelight. the music fades out and she steps down from the platform, right into the barricade.

the fans closest to her erupt, hands shooting out, phones shaking in the air. she walks slowly, holding her arms out, letting people touch her hands as she moves. even from across the venue, you can feel the energy shift. everyone’s eyes are locked on her, even people way up in the nosebleeds. it’s like everything narrows down to just her and whoever's lucky enough to reach her.

she then climbs up onto the barricade. the screen above you catches it in sharp detail. her arms out, a group of fans pulling her into a hug. she leans into them, lets them hold her. she’s smiling, big and real. each time, the crowd loses it. people are crying, shouting her name. she keeps letting them in, holding on for just a second longer each time.

but after the third hug, you see it—something changes. her face is still soft, still lit up by the lights, but there’s something just under it. a flicker. barely anything. a look that’s not quite disappointment, but close. you watch as she slips under the stage, weaving her way back up to the main stage.

she sits at the piano, brushing her hair back with one hand, tucking it behind her ear. the lights settle into a soft blue, almost like twilight. she sighs into the mic, not loud, just enough that you catch it.

“okay,” billie says, almost laughing, “before we continue…i’m saying this so nicely, but…”

she pauses, glancing out toward the crowd, toward the far side of the arena. she lifts a hand and points somewhere near the barricade.

“i think somebody might’ve accidentally pulled off my ring when i was over there.”

the crowd stirs, some people boo, others just start murmuring, a mix of confusion and noise. she lets out a little laugh, calming it all down with just her voice.

“i know it was with a love intention,” she says gently, “and most of the time i wouldn’t really mind. but this ring was a gift, and it means so much to me. it was given by a special person, and i’d hate to lose it.”

you’re a little confused listening to her speak until you glance down at your right hand, a silver ring decorates your middle finger. silver, smooth, you and billie’s initials engraved around the band. and that’s when it clicks. she’s not wearing hers. it’s the matching ring. a promise ring you gave it to her months ago.

you feel a small pull in your chest, not mad exactly, just annoyed that someone would even think of taking her possessions in the first place. but then you look at her again, how serious she looked saying it, the way she tried to stay calm but you could hear the worry in her voice which causes you to laugh to yourself. she’s really stressed about it, probably more than she even realizes.

as you’re lost in your own thoughts, she suddenly stands from the piano bench and squints toward the barricade again. her face scrunches slightly, puzzled, and then she starts walking to the left edge of the stage. she crouches a bit, leaning down toward one of the security guards below. you watch her lips move as she says something quickly, motioning with her hands. then—suddenly—her whole face lights up.

she lets out a small cheer, half a laugh into the microphone, and holds something up in the air for the audience to see for just a second before bringing it back to her chest. the crowd erupts the second she lifts the ring. she looks down at it, almost in disbelief.  you can see her mouth a quiet “thank you” to the guard before she skips back toward the piano, slipping the ring back onto her finger before pointing her hand out to the audience, twiddling her fingers to show off her ring.

she’s back at the piano now, the crowd still cheering from the ring like it’s the grand finale. she laughs, brushing her fingers across the keys but not playing yet.

“sorry guys, i know i’m dramatic,” she says into the mic, grinning. “but this is a promise ring that y/n gave me, and i hold it really, really close to my heart.” giving a slight pout while batting her lashes to the audience.

your chest tightens a little in the best way. it was such a small gift, nothing flashy, just something you hoped would mean something. and clearly, it does. the crowd gets even louder at the sound of your name, a wave of noise crashing over the arena.

billie squints, trying to see through the spotlight. her whole face lights up when she finds you. you can’t help but laugh, lifting your hand in a small wave.

“i told you i’d never lose it!” she shouts into the mic.

you, finneas, and madison all laugh at once, shaking your heads. you remember the night you gave it to her, how you half-joked that she was way too forgetful to keep track of it. she blew you off, swore she’d prove you wrong. she blows you a kiss now, dramatic and playful, then immediately drops her hands onto the keys. the first soft chords of ocean eyes fill the air as a red hue takes over your cheeks, looking down at your matching ring.

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫: HIYA!! sorry for the abrupt ending i literally was so lost on how to finish this. i’m so in love with billie’s outfit at msg night 2 LIKE FUCKKKK. i just had to write about it. also SORRY for disappearing for a second, my school finals are coming up and im literally so stressed about it but i only have like 2 1/2 more weeks so im almost there guys. i love u guys sm and don’t worry, i have another fic idea hehe im so excited to share it with u.

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holy fucking shit

♱ before your kisses turn into bruises, i'm a warning

warnings. smut, scissoring, fingering, nipple play, fluff, angst, and language.

synopsis. you have a run-in with a "shark" during a walk on the beach—turns out, it's just a runaway dog with terrible name timing. it's owner? a girl who you never intended to meet but is now stuck in your world.

words. 5.7k

letters. longest thing i've written in a while!!!! hope you all enjoy this, i enjoyed writing it cus it made think about my vacation to hawaii last winter 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

the sun's just starting to rise, stretching slowly over the water as you make your way down stone steps that are eventually swallowed by the sand. it's soft and a bit cool beneath your feet, a nice contrast from the warm condo sheets and god-awful pillow that felt like it was suffocating you. jetlag from your flight had you asleep the second you stepped into your designated room for the two week you'd be here.

your friends were still sound asleep in the condo, just as tired as you were. maybe even more tired, seeing as they were still out cold.

the waves are soft, controlled as you walk along the shoreline, sunglasses perched on top of your head even though there's hardly any light. just a bit of pink and purple across the sky. it's all peaceful. steady.

"shark!"

you swear you feel your heart skip a beat, stopping dead in your tracks as you hear the single word. you whip your head around quickly, swallowing nervously.

and there stands a girl—about your age—skipping the steps and practically throwing herself into the sand, dark hair catching the wind. she's got a muscle tee clinging to her body, a backwards cap threatening to fall off her head, and jean shorts that are definitely way too big for her. she's yelling like someone's getting murdered.

"shark! hey, c'mon, boy, get back here," she calls, voice less frantic now.

your brain short circuits. what?

you look around, trying to figure out if this is some type of joke. or maybe this is how locals handle emergencies. she's bolting right towards you, kicking up sand, looking completely unbothered by the actual shark she just screamed bloody murder about.

taking a step back, you raise an eyebrow. "hi, um... is everything—?"

then, barreling out of the dunes behind her, a dog comes sprinting toward the water. a pit bull. tongue out. tail wagging.

you stare. then look back at the girl.

she stops, glancing over at you for the first time, a lazy grin forming on her pink lips.

"that's shark," she says, like that explains everything. "my bad. he's always scaring the tourists away."

you blink, opening your mouth but then closing it.

all you can think to say is, "...who names their dog shark?"

her grin widens, "i do."

then she whistles, calls out for him again, and jogs past you like it's the most normal thing in the world, sand sticking to the back of her calves, cap crooked and hair messy.

you watch her run up the stairs, trying to process the whole thing and contemplating if it's a dream or not.

until a familiar voice cuts through the quiet, "who was that?"

your friend, mia, is at the stairs that billie just walked on a few seconds ago, arms crossed, oversized sleep shirt hanging off one shoulder. the morning breeze plays with the ends of her braids, and she squints at you like she's still just waking up.

you shrug, beginning to walk towards her, "nothing. just some girl yelling about a shark."

she scoffs, "...that's not nothing?"

"well, the shark was a dog," you say, earning a chuckle from your friend, "and they scared the shit out of me."

your friend gives you a suspicious look, but she doesn't push. instead, she just mutters something about how you always attract the weird ones as she turns on her heel and starts walking back to the condo.

the rest of the morning seems to pass by slow after you and mia sneak back into your rooms and pretend to wake up again a few hours later. you're the first one out of bed, dragging your feet as you walk into the kitchen and sit at the rather large marble island.

a door down the hall you just came from opens just before you can do anything else, and here comes ivie. she's only wearing one sock, her hair is everywhere, and she's smiling sleepily as she walks into the kitchen and drops onto the stool next to you.

"sleep good?" you ask, an amused smile on your lips as you turn to her.

her reaction is delayed, which is all you need to know in order to put the pieces together that she, in fact, had a terrible night's rest.

a soft groan escapes her puffy lips as she leans forward into your chest, "the pillows were the worst. kept feelin' like they were trying to suffocate me in my sleep."

glad you weren't the only one who thought that.

"you too?" both of your heads turn to the staircase, watching as paige came down the stairs rubbing her eyes and yawning.

mia is a few steps behind her, sending you a small smile that you return as she goes to open the fridge, asking if anybody was hungry for breakfast. you all agree on eggs and toast, and ivie runs off to her room to grab a speaker from her bag.

she sets up her phone and hits shuffle on the playlist you four shared, and pink + white by frank ocean starts playing through the speakers loud enough to get a noise complaint.

the morning is calm, comfortable. just like the ones you imagined you and your friends would share on this little summer getaway. paige singing awfully in the shower. mia complaining about how her sunscreen won't rub in all the way. ivie throwing all of her clothes around in her room to find the perfect outfit.

when everyone's finally put together, you suggest a smoothie run, which turns into a whole afternoon trip into town.

the streets are warm and quiet, full of surf shops and flirty guys with sunburns. you've got on new sunglasses and your smallest pair of shorts, your friends muttering about stickers and overpriced tote bags.

when someone catches your eye.

it's that girl from the beach. same muscle tee, same backwards cap. now she's standing at a cart with a bright yellow umbrella above it, arguing with some ice cream. shark is sitting beside her, panting happily.

you pause for a second, actually stopping in front of ivie and paige, causing them to bump into you.

but she looks up—and there's no doubt she doesn't see you.

her lips quirk up into a half-smile. lazy. a bit smug.

she nods over at you, silently letting you know she sees you. but your friends have already started teasing you so much you don't even notice.

mia laughs, eyeing the girl, "is that the shark girl?"

you roll your eyes, starting to walk again and straight up ignoring the question even as your cheeks heat up and your palms start sweating. she was just some girl you had a small interaction with, you weren't gonna fall for her, let alone have any interest in her.

still, your heart beat speeds up just a little.

paige is already rambling on about some girl she saw at the smoothie shop, unknowingly saving your ass from the embarrassment and teasing of ivie and mia. her story lasts the entire walk back to the condo, and you silently thank her for being able to fall in love with any and everyone she sees.

the sun's started to go down, casting golden light onto the sidewalks. you're carrying a few shopping bags, still half-full on smoothies and sunburned in the one spot you swore you covered before leaving.

"okay, don't get mad at me for this," paige adds after a moment of silence, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. "but while i was talking with that girl, we snuck off..."

you raise a brow. "...and?"

she grins. "she invited us to a party. it's tonight. rooftop access, a few blocks down, music, hot guys and girls, free drinks if they like you."

you sigh softly, looking around at the group as you all approach the house. as you unlock the front door and walk in, you hear a chorus of yeses and excited scrambling behind you.

and you?

you're not about to pass this up. especially when you're on vacation. and also because billie might be there.

so, you agree.

the party's already in full swing when you get there—balcony lights strung up like constellations, music thumping through the wooden floor, and that salty, warm air enveloping everyone like some oddly comforting blanket.

ivie and paige are already making their way through the crowd not even 5 minutes after getting through the door, and mia politely excuses herself to go find the restroom.

so, you slowly make your way through the crowd to find the kitchen. after pouring yourself a drink, you tuck yourself into some corner in the living room, watching the mess unfold. you're already regretting coming here, eyes moving all around the place.

and then something pulls your attention.

the girl. again.

you swear the universe was trying to tell you something, or maybe she was literally stalking you and the perfect little idea you made up of her in your head wasn't true at all. you hope it's the first option because the way she's looking at you from across the room is making your stomach flutter.

she's in a jersey and some jeans now. her hair's a little messier than the last time you saw her, wild from the wind. but her hat's facing forward this time, casting a dark shadow over her eyes. it shouldn't make her hotter. but it does. stupidly so.

and, as always, she sees you too.

it's subtle at first, the little game you two are playing. the flick of her eyes in your direction. the way you look away as soon as you catch her gaze.

eye tag.

she's sneaking through the crowd like she belongs there, eyes trained to you like a predator. but you don't feel intimidated or scared. just drawn to her. yet you didn't even know her name.

you lose her after a minute, someone walking in front of you just as she's about to come close, but then she's gone. your brows furrow in confusion. there's no way. was that imaginary? is she imaginary?

"keep staring and i might have to call someone on you," her voice startles you for just a moment until you realize it's her.

turning your head, you're met with ocean blue eyes and the lazy smirk you'd grown accustomed to. a smirk of your own tugs at the corners of your mouth, "sorry, sorry."

she huffs a laugh, looking down, stuffing her hands in her pockets, and leaning against the wall you're up against. her eyes meet yours again, soft, comforting.

"i don't mind," she says quietly, just above the music. "i think i like the attention. especially from pretty girls like you."

you nod your head slowly, "wow, flirting already and i don't even have a name yet."

"i'm billie," she adds, like she hasn't owned half of your thoughts since sunrise.

you hum, trying to play it cool as you exchange your own name. "guess i can stop calling you 'shark girl' now, huh?"

billie laughs, biting her lip and taking a step closer, "'shark girl' is cool too," she shrugs, voice lower now, lazy. dangerous in the best possible way.

her eyes burn into yours, making you glance away just to catch your breath. there was something about her energy. the way she moved, spoke, existed. it was so unlike everything back at home.

she was just... different.

"do you always hit on tourists at parties like these?" you joke, trying to give yourself a break.

but billie's already shooting back, nodding down, "only one's that wear skirts that short."

"you're impossible."

"and yet... here you are. still talking to me."

you bite your lip, finally gaining the courage to look her in the eyes again. bad idea. the way she simply stares at you just makes your heart start beating 10x faster than normal, your breath catching again.

she notices this time, you're sure of it. but she doesn't say anything, just observes you, waits for your next words, your next move, like she's trying to predict what you'll do.

"got me there," you murmur softly.

the whole reason you came here was to make memories, to make the best of this short vacation. and here you were, talking to some girl you met just this morning and already falling in love. some girl that you'll have to leave in a few days.

it doesn't hit you that you only have one week here when billie's staring at you like that, lower lip tucked between her perfect teeth, eyelids droopy, and full of interest.

but then someone runs up to you, grabbing your arm and shaking it wildly, "okay, okay, okay—hey, come with me!"

fucking paige.

she's tugging you away from billie before you can even make an effort to protest, "don't ask questions, just come with me, 'kay?"

you glance at billie as you're being dragged away, only to find her following you with slow steps that somehow keep up with paige's fast strides.

"am i about to get sacrificed, or...?"

"only if you're lucky," she giggles. "come on!"

you mutter some curse under your breath but follow her anyway, heart still thumping from billie's words. speaking of billie, she's still following right behind you two, smirk growing wider like she already knows what's about to happen. the three of you make your way down a narrow staircase, past drunk couples, and empty plastic cups until you reach a basement that looks like someone's personal man cave—but much cleaner.

there's a circle of people formed on the floor, an empty bottle in the middle of it.

"spin the bottle? seriously?" you deadpan, feeling paige's hand slip from yours.

she nods, practically bouncing. "they said only cool people, so obviously i told 'em we were coming."

you shoot her a glare, but she's already scurrying over to the girl you assume invited her. billie's not far behind her—sitting in an empty gap of the circle like it was routine. like she's still not invading your every thought. so, with a defeated sigh, you go and sit next to paige and her little girlfriend, across the circle from billie.

a few spins go by. strangers kissing strangers. obnoxious laughter. half-hearted cheers. you're nearly asleep from how boring it's getting. and billie can tell, her eyes raking over you and examining your facial features and body language, the way you rested your chin in the palm of your hand. she bites her lip, smiling like she's planning something.

and then it's your turn. you're on the verge of dozing off when paige nudges you harshly, muttering something about billie that you don't quite hear.

you lean over, spinning the bottle and then sitting back down calmly like you're not trying to calculate who it'll land on.

it slows after a few seconds, stuttering.

then, it stops.

billie.

you hold your breath as you look up at her, watching as the smirk on her face grows into a full smile, showing off her pretty teeth.

she just chuckles, laughing louder when paige hollers, "finally!" like she was waiting for this very moment to happen.

billie just sits there, so, you move first. she's biting her lip again, keeping eye contact with you and letting herself relax like it's normal to be kissing someone in front of nearly 15 people.

and when your lips touch—it's anything but normal.

she kisses you like she's trying to prove a point. one of her large hands grips your hip, the other sliding up your side like she owns your body. you gasp into her mouth, fingers curling at the collar of her jersey.

someone groans. another mutters, "holy shit."

neither of you can hear, though.

your free hand tangles in her hair, knocking her hat off her head accidentally, and billie just groans softly against your lips, pulling you onto her lap like nobody else is watching. like she didn't just meet you this morning.

when you finally pull back, your lips feel swollen and your pulse is wild. you don't even attempt to look around, but you can feel the silence.

billie's breathless, her grip on your body tightening like she doesn't want you to go. but, when paige buts in again, she decides it's better to continue this later.

you head back to your spot next to paige, eyes still glued to billie. you're both still catching your breaths, and she's trying to maintain any sense of self control she still has left before she pounces on you in front of everyone.

it's the next girls turn, a curly brunette wearing a cherry red top. you can hear the whispers already starting to surface, hearing the name "riley" amongst everyone hoping the bottle lands on them.

"just a heads up," she announces whole crawling over to the bottle, "i don't do half-assed kisses."

you already don't like her.

then she spins the bottle, dragging her fingers across it as if she's trying to make it land on a certain someone. it twirls, stuttering a few times, and you can already feel it in your chest before it even stops.

it lands on billie.

again.

riley grins. "rules are rules."

billie rolls her eyes playfully, beckoning her over with a curl of her fingers.

she's on billie's lap in less than 2 seconds, their mouths connecting instantly. and it's a lot.

hands in hair, mouths open, and billie's practically licking the inside of riley's mouth, and someone's literally filming it. your jaw tightens. because it's hot, sure. but it's not you. and that just makes the situation worse.

you still watch, pretending not to care. pretending like your nails aren't digging into the carpet.

but the kiss doesn't look the same. nobody's gasping or gawking over it like when you kissed billie. there's no tension in the air, no fingers digging into hips, no slow pull-away like she wants more.

it's just for show.

paige's girlfriend breaks the silence, "okay, okay, damn. game's over. we're not filming a porno in the basement."

there're a mixture of laughter and disappointed groans. people start getting up. paige is just about to grab your hand, but you're already on your feet. already heading upstairs.

you set your cup down on the counter when you reach the kitchen again, pouring yourself another drink to try and get rid of the jealously burning beneath your skin. try to ignore the way your heart's beating in your ears.

"you jealous?" billie's teasing voice erupts from behind you, a small laugh escaping her throat.

you don't turn around to face her. just sip from your drink slowly. "why do you think that?"

she steps closer, crossing her arms over her chest. "because i could feel your eyes burning holes into riley and i when we were kissing."

that's when you turn around.

she's closer than you thought—hat in her hand, hair a little wild from the kisses and the heat. her eyes drink you in like she hasn't already had a taste. like she wants more.

"you think i kiss everyone like i kissed you?" she asks, voice low.

"i think you could."

billie hums. "but i don't."

you hate the way that makes your cheeks heat up.

she reaches out, putting hat back on, and brushing your fingers where they're clenched around your cup. "you mad at me?"

you shake your head. but it's too quick.

"liar," she says softer, stepping closer. "i can tell. your expression is tense. and you're looking at me like you wanna kill me."

billie grabs your waist before you can say something smart, pulling you in like it's nothing. like you belong this close to her.

she just stares into your eyes, grabbing the cup from your hand sneakily and setting it down on the counter next to you. it's darker now. the only light source being the under-cabinet lights. upstairs, you can hear the music and the energy. it's pulsing through the ceiling. bass and bodies and someone screaming along to whatever's playing.

but down here, it's quiet.

just you.

and her.

you can smell hints of salt and something citrusy clinging to her jersey. her eyes are locked on yours, slowly drifting to your lips as if she's trying to figure something out. as if she wants to lean in closer and kiss you again.

and you want her to. you really, really want her lips back on yours. but the longer you look into her ocean blue eyes, the more you realize that your time together is limited.

a huff passes through your lips, a defeated one.

"look, you can kiss whoever you want. it's not like i'm gonna be here any longer, anyway," you say, trying to shrug off the feeling like the words don't sting. "only a week. and i'm not exactly planning a long distance... whatever this is, with some girl i literally met today."

she pulls you closer. "so don't plan."

you chuckle. "oh, cause it's so easy, huh?"

"it is, actually."

you roll your eyes, but your voice has an edge to it. "what's the point if we have limited time? why should i bother creating a bond with you if we don't even live in the same place? you don't even know me."

she leans in, breath shallow like she's getting mad.

"so what, you think i'm just some girl you can kiss and forget about?" she scoffs, voice low. like she's challenging you to say something smart.

you don't say anything. and that's all she needs.

her lips are on yours in an instant, and this time, it's not gentle. it's messy. urgent. no audience. no background talk. just tongues and teeth and hunger, like she's been waiting all night to finally get her hands on you. her fingers slide beneath the hem of your top, gripping your waist tighter.

you should pull away, but the way she's holding you so securely, so tight, it makes you wanna melt into her. the way her grip never lets up practically forces the argument out of your head and turns it into something hotter. your breath catches in your throat, and for a moment, you really forget about everything else—your anger, your stress, the fact that this might be the worst idea of your life.

when she pulls away, her forehead rests against yours. her breath's ragged, and yours isn't any better.

"you're right," she murmurs. "we don't have much time. so let's make it count, yeah?"

you're silent at first, still trying to catch your breath as you search her eyes for something. but then you nod, and billie wastes no time in dragging you down a dark, narrow hallway, hand gripping yours like you'll leave if she lets go.

you let her take the lead, your heart pounding in your head louder than the music upstairs. her shoulders are tense. and so are yours. everything's moving so fast, but somehow not fast enough for your liking.

she pushes open a random door at the end of the hall without knocking, kicking it shut when you're both inside. it's someone's room, or a guest room, you don't know. the bed's made, but the blinds are broken, and there's a jacket tossed over the desk chair. the air's somehow warmer in here.

you can barely register anything else before billie's lips are on yours again, hands on your face. you kiss her like you're still mad. like you need to get something through to her that is beyond words.

her hands find your waist again, fingers tugging at the hem of your top and tugging it up your body. you put your arms up, pulling it over your head and throwing it on the floor. her fingers are back on you immediately, pulling you close until your hips collide. she leans back in, teeth catching your lower lip and making you gasp.

pushing her forward by her chest, you watch as the backs of her knees hit the bed, then she's forced into sitting. you push her back, causing her back to hit the mattress. she's grinning stupidly at you, hat still on—but now it's crooked.

you crawl over her, hands placed on either side of her head.

"you don't even know me," you whisper, echoing your words from earlier.

she's breathless. "then let me learn."

with that, you kiss her again. it's slower, deeper. like you wanna memorize the pillowy feeling of her lips. her fingers slide under the waistband of your skirt, nails grazing your skin, and it's all too much. too much and not enough.

her hat finally falls off when you run your fingers through her hair, and you smile against her lips when you feel one of her hands leave your skirt and then hear the soft thud of it falling to the floor. then she flips you over so that you're beneath her now, one hand beside your head, the other trailing down your body.

the tips of her fingers run along your bare stomach, leaving a trail of fire. she's still devouring your lips, gripping the sheets beside your head like she's trying to control herself.

her lips trail down your jaw, your throat, and then she kisses your collarbone roughly. like she's been thinking about it since you kissed her in the basement.

and maybe she has.

voice muffled against your skin, she asks, "how long do we have left again?"

"a week," you breathe, eyes half-lidded, voice shaky.

she stops when she reaches your bra, looking up into your eyes, "better not waste another second, then."

and she sticks to those words, her hand reaching behind your back. you arch into her, letting your head fall back against the pillows as you feel billie undo the clasp of your bra. then she's slipping the straps off your shoulders, throwing it to the floor and latching her lips onto your nipple gently.

you moan quietly, fingers tangling in her hair when she rolls your other nipple between her thumb and index fingers. she's sucking gently, humming quietly against your skin before releasing your nipple with a pop.

her kisses trail lower, slow and deliberate, breath ghosting over your skin and making you twitch under her. you grip her hair tighter, knuckles bleeding white, biting down on your lip to stifle the whimper building in your throat.

the room is thick with heat, but there's still that flicker of jealousy and uncertainty in the air. it crackles between the space where your eyes meet, even as her lips brush against the waistband of your skirt.

"you're still jealous," she mumbles, fingers tugging your skirt down your ankles and then discarding of it on the floor. "i can tell."

you nod reluctantly, eyes fluttering closed as you feel her fingers running up your inner thighs, feather-light and maddening.

she kisses your inner thigh, then your clit over your panties. a soft gasp escapes between your lips, earning a quiet chuckle from the girl between your legs.

"stop teasing," you swallow hard.

her eyes flick back up to you, smirking just like always. "i'm not teasing."

and she's right. she isn't teasing.

she's taking her time—too much time—touching you like she wants to remember what your body feels like before you're gone. kissing you like she wants to burn the taste of your chapstick into her memory.

you raise your hips, tugging at her hair.

"please, don't make think anymore tonight."

billie pauses, breath still, cheek resting against your inner thigh. then, barely audible, she whispers, "okay."

and she gives you what you ask for—not holding back as she takes the waistband of your panties between her teeth and tugs them down your thighs until they're bunched around you ankles, letting them fall onto the floor.

as she's on her feet, she pulls her jersey over her head, unclasping her own bra, then unbuckling her belt. her jeans hit the floor with a soft thud, and you can barely make out the little sliver of a tanline on her hips when her underwear drops.

the room is so dark that you can hardly see anything—just the soft curve of her body in shadows, the swell of her breasts, and the tension in her shoulders as she leans over you again.

her lips part to ask a question, but then she shuts them, remembering your words from earlier. you didn't want to think. you didn't know what you wanted, exactly, but you knew you wanted her.

"i don't wanna forget this," you gasp as you feel her fingers swipe through your folds. you didn't mean to say it out loud.

but you did.

and billie stops for a moment, eyes flicking back up and finding yours, even in the dark. her lips quirk up into a small smile, lowering her head into the crook of your neck and pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses all over.

"then don't," she whispers, so quiet you almost don't hear, "don't forget me. please."

you nod, hands snaking around her body and resting on her back. you whimper when her thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow but tight circles on the little nub as she kisses and nips at your soft neck.

she slots her legs around yours, fingers leaving your cunt and finding their way to her lips as she lowers her pussy onto yours. your eyes can't seem to pull away from the sight of her pretty digits slipping between her lips and sucking your arousal off of them.

her hips shift, eliciting a low moan from the both of you. you're already shaking. maybe from nerves. maybe from how good it feels.

or maybe because it hurts, knowing that this may be the last time you'll see each other.

"fuck," billie whines, hands moving to your hips as her head falls back in pleasure. her pace is slowly increasing, getting needier and faster with each thrust of her hips.

the squelching sound only makes it hotter, knowing that the both of you are equally wet. it distracts you both from everything.

you're not sure when her name starts spilling from your mouth like a prayer or when your nails start digging into her hips to pull her closer against you.

she's everywhere on your body—hands moving around the expanse of your skin, lips brushing against yours so rough yet so lovingly. curses fall from her mouth every now and then, breath ragged and sharp, muttering, "god, you're unreal."

her eyes drift down to where you're connected, and now she's not sure if she can take her eyes from the sight of her dripping cunt grinding against your own. she can't help but whimper when her clit bumps against yours.

your own eyes are fixated on billie's face. the moonlight shining through the broken blinds illuminates her face just right, giving you the perfect view of her faded freckles and pouty, pink lips. you're not sure you'll be able to forget the furrow of her brows after tonight, the way her tongue darts out to wet her lips in concentration. her hair is falling over her shoulder, framing her face beautifully and bouncing subtly each time she moves her hips. your thoughts were starting to get cloudy, the only clear visions happening to be billie and that stupid smug smirk of hers. the one that you were starting to like a little too much.

"you're so beautiful," you manage to whisper between moans.

billie's eyes snap up to yours the second she hears your broken moan. she bites her lip hard, making herself flinch and whine at the slight pain.

her hips grind harder against you, fingers digging into your waist and causing you to arch into her. the angle makes the pleasure 10 times better, the bed creaking quietly beneath you two.

"m'gonna cum," she warns, voice a higher pitch than before.

her breath picks up quickly, coming out in shallow, short huffs as the knot in her stomach snaps. the sticky, warm feeling of her cum seeping onto your cunt is enough to make you cum with a loud, throaty moan.

your hips gradually slow down once your body starts to feel spent, heart still beating rapidly but starting to go back to normal. billie rolls off of you, sliding under the covers and helping you under.

the room goes quiet, save for the mixed sounds of your heavy breaths and sighs and the hum of music still bumping loudly upstairs. you roll onto your side, draping your leg over her waist and pulling the covers up more.

her fingers trail up your side and around to your spine, dancing along the expanse of your back as she stares into your eyes. she's warm—so warm and comforting.

you're not saying much of anything now. maybe it's because you're both spent, or it's because you don't need to say anything.

you lean forward, nuzzling your head against her chest, skin still damp with a thin layer of sweat, but you're already too comfortable to care. her arm wraps around your body, pulling you flush against her body, your curves slotting against hers so satisfyingly.

"hey," she says suddenly, voice hoarse. "d'you think crabs know they're sideways?"

exhaling tiredly, you tilt your head up to look at her. "billie."

she laughs at your half-annoyed half-amused expression, fingers drawing shapes along your skin as she continues with the dumb topic, "no, seriously. what if they think we're the weird ones?"

you shift on top of her, deciding to just shut your eyes and listen to her. "we just fucked and you're talking about crabs."

"you'd be surprised what my brain can do post-orgasm," she whispers, voice all smug like she's proud of herself.

billie goes quiet after that, her free hand coming up and running her fingers through your hair. you relax against her completely when you really start to pay attention to the soft beating of her heart, the sound lulling you into sleep.

her fingers never stop tracing patterns on your skin or combing through your hair, touch so soft and careful. she can hear the crashing of waves against the shore even through the glass.

your breath is even now, lips slightly parted, fingers twitching against billie's waist.

she watches you for a moment. then she swallows nervously, the corners of her lips curling with the need to say something. something stupid. stupid but true.

"you're gonna ruin me," she whispers, chuckling quietly.

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[thinkshespretty]

౨ৎ 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃!𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄

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y/n.y/l/n who can believe i survived a whole year dating this freak? just kidding just kidding (not rlly tho). happy anniversary to my beautiful and insanely talented baby billie ♡ sometimes i can’t even process that you’re mine, i mean it’s not everyday that you find a beautiful, funny, sweet, oscar and grammy award winning girlfriend you know? i can’t wait to make more memories with you as we grow old together. I’LL LOVE YOU TILL THE DAY THAT I DIEEE 🗣️🗣️💕💘

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billieeilish the last sentence 😭 my god you’re such a cornball

y/n.y/l/n wow this is the response i get after writing such a heartfelt message to you

billieilish I LOOOVVEEE YOUUUU SO MUCH BABY

y/n.y/l/n I LOVE U SO MUCH MORE

billieeilish no u don’t i love u the most

y/n.y/l/n lies lies lies all lies

madisonbeer MY HEARTTT 🥲🥲 don’t forget to invite me to your wedding

y/n.y/l/n how could i ever forget to invite my maid of honor

finneas Eternally grateful for you Y/n, thank you for making my sister so happy

y/n.y/l/n finneas stop you’re gonna make me cry

billieilish finneas why are you making my girlfriend cry on our anniversary what is wrong with u

finneas WHAT DID I DO

sabrinacarpenter oscar and grammy award winning girlfriend HAHA so happy for u guys

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quenblackwell yall are actually the cutest couple out there

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billieeilish made a post!

billieeilish one year ago today i asked the most angelic, beautiful, adorable, and hilarious girl who has ever walked the earth to be my girlfriend. y/n i have so much love for u and i can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you <3 you are the light of my life, you are the best thing i have. here’s to more late nights in the studio and baking sweet treats together :,)

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y/n.y/l/n i’m gonna start sobbing fuck i love you so much

finneas Well well well, look who’s making her cry now

billieeilish don’t you have music to produce

y/n.y/l/n HELLO THAT LAST SLIDE WAS NOT NECESSARY

billieeilish ;)))

y/n.y/l/n you fucking freak

avahorner i deserve some credit for introducing you guys to each other

billieeilish yeah yeah get off your high horse

maggiembaird Adorable! Y/n, please visit soon we miss you

y/n.y/l/n IM ON MY WAY

billieeilish bro what about me 😭

zoedonahoe AWW MY BABIES

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janedillonhorner cutest girls ever

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫: the way this is made off of pure DELUSION and YEARNING is making me laugh lolol. a girl can dream right. to my sweet anon thank u for suggesting this for me i had so much fun making this love u sm.

[thinkshespretty]

hiya! hope you're doing well!! 🪷

you said you'd take requests for the fake socials thingie for billie, so i was thinking maybe something like both hers and reader's silly posts about their anniversary? (like 1 or 2 years of relationship) like just them being fully mushy sappy soft and gay for each other like :( and then their friends and family commenting on it about how annoyingly in love they are but they also love it :( yk the dream :(

anyway feel free to twist it however you seem fit, just thought it was a cute idea!! thank you 🤍

HI SWEET PIE, i’m doing okay thank u for asking :P and yes omg i love this idea i will be posting this soon thank u sm for the idea love you

[thinkshespretty]

౨ৎ 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃!𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄

y/n.y/l/n made a post!

y/n.y/l/n can someone please convince her to stop putting bras on her head

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finneas Y/n you said you were going to make sure she behaves on tour while I’m not there.

y/n.y/l/n IM TRYING MY BEST FINNEAS.

madisonbeer you guys are so adorable

y/n.y/l/n madison!!!! my angel i love u sooooo

billieilish I TOLD YOU NOT TO POST THE EIGTH PHOTO

y/n.y/l/n ma’am there’s no need to yell. and i couldn’t resist :,( you look too cute

billieeilish you’re lucky i love you

avahorner can you guys not do this here

alexwolffoffical I agree

y/n y/l/n can u guys stop being such haters

niccolassturniolo Crazy lit movie

y/n.y/l/n yes nick exactly

billieeilish i still don't understand what the little furry things you made me buy are supposed to be

y/n.y/l/n i literally already told you, IT’S US

janedillonhorner “can someone convince her”, as if you aren’t the only one who can persuade her to do everything and anything. that women would lick the bottom of your shoes if you asked

y/n.y/l/n why’d u have to clock me like that

billieeilish i’m not licking the bottom of anyone’s shoes btw

y/n.y/l/n not even my mary janes u love so much?

billieeilish y/n.

billieeilishtours so cute!

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quenblackwell GAG

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫: woah hi guys 😳 long time no see hehe. i don’t know if anyone is going to see this but i thought this concept was soo cute and i wanna give huge credit to @chrissv4mp who heavily inspired this from her new years post with billie! these are so cute and i would love to make more if u guys had requests, or not lol! anyway i have something in mind for a fic that i may or may not be posting, idk we’ll see!!

[thinkshespretty]

hey guys.....

[thinkshespretty]

GRRR I JUST WANNA KISS ALL OVER HIS FACE HES SO CUTE

[thinkshespretty]

hi so this was actually made just for me THANK YEWWWW

fratboy!chris "helping" you study

"chris i don't think this is gonna work"

you peered down at the brunette boy in front of you as he sat underneath your desk on his knees, his cheek resting on your thigh, looking up at you.

"come on, mama, it'll be fun," he pleas, slowly nudging your skirt up with his nose, "plus, this is like, exactly what you're studying."

you roll your eyes in annoyance, about to tell him that eating you out has nothing to do with anatomy. a soft whine escaping your lips as you opened your mouth to protest, chris biting down on your inner thigh gently, his tongue soothing over the area.

"fine," you huff, "but after this i'm going back to real studying."

he chuckles, turning his baseball cap backwards as he slowly leans down, bunching the fabric of your skirt up by your waist. his nose is quick to make contacted with your clothed clit, his tongue licking across the already soaked fabric. he moves the muscle and his mouth across your core, practically tongue-kissing your pussy over your underwear. your hands go to thread through his hair, knocking his hat off in the process.

"chris," you moan softly, the sounds of your noises already driving chris wild, "don't tease."

chris smirks against your panties, looking up at you through hooded eyes while he darts his tongue out over your clit. "ask me nicely."

your brows furrow, eyes screwing shut as you tossed your head back against the chair. as much as you acted like you hated it, you loved when chris made you beg. he was so used to you bossing him around when it came to tutoring, there was nothing he liked more than to have you at his mercy.

"please," you gasped, your fingers near clawing at his hair, trying to bring him closer to where you needed him, but chris was already pulling away from your underwear, leaving teasing, feather-light kisses to your thighs again. "please, chris, i need you bad."

"how bad?"

you could hear the smirk on his face.

"so, so bad," you whined, trying to grind your hips against his face, desperate for more friction, "i need you, i wanna feel your mouth on me."

that was all it took for chris to grin, tearing your panties off in a swift motion, and diving into your slick folds. his tongue lapped around your pussy like he was a starved man, pulling you closer to his face by your thighs.

you couldn't help the moan that ripped from your throat, not caring if your suitemates heard or not. all you could focus on right now was the way chris' mouth worked you, drawing you closer and closer to your release. unable to speak, your fingers tugged at chris' brown curls, pulling on them while he relentlessly made a mess of you.

chris, too, made no attempts to quiet himself either, groaning into your dripping core, licking and slurping up your juices. his long, slender fingers were quick to find their way into your aching hole, thrusting in and out while he sucked on your clit.

"chris, chris," you gasped, your breathing heavy, "i'm so close, please."

"mhmmm," he moans into your pussy, blue eyes flicking up to meet yours, "my pretty girl wants to cum an' make a mess on my face, yeah?"

you nodded frantically, practically riding chris' as he continuously ate you out, one particular movement of his tongue sending you over the edge. a string of whines and moans fell past your lips as you came undone, chris' lips and chin glistening in a mix of your arousal and his saliva.

he pulled away, a wide grin playing on his lips as he smiled up at you, turning his hat back around the right way. you look down to meet his gaze, your cheeks flushed a deep red as your chest heaved, trying to regain your breath.

“think you’ll get an A now?” chris teased with a smirk.

you giggled, playfully pushing him away from your thighs. “i’d get an A anyway”

© mattscoquette

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. ⋆˚꩜｡ FRATBOY!CHRIS AU IM SOOOOO HERE FOR THIS !!! feel free to send any asks or anything about him :) i rlly wanna start writing for chris more and i love love LOVE this concept

[thinkshespretty]

crybaby!reader surprising chris with christmas lingerie

you were wandering through victoria’s secret during a casual shopping trip, not looking for anything too special, maybe just some new basics. but as you browsed your eyes caught on a display near the back of the store.

there, sparkling under the soft pink lighting, was the most beautiful lingerie set you’d ever seen. delicate white lace with tiny silver snowflakes stitched into the fabric, accented with soft hints of pink. next to it, equally stunning, were matching sets in dark red and emerald green, each with the same festive, wintery theme.

the sets weren’t just bras and panties—they also came with matching babydoll dresses, sheer and flowy, adding an extra layer of softness to the design.

your cheeks heated just looking at them. they were so far from anything you usually wore, but something about the thought of surprising chris made your heart race. before you could talk yourself out of it, you grabbed all three sets and headed for the fitting room.

the sheer babydoll dress draped perfectly over the matching bra and panties, the delicate lace peeking through just enough to make your cheeks burn. you couldn’t stop imagining the way chris might react, and the thought was enough to send you straight to the register before you could overthink it.

by the time you made it back home, the butterflies in your stomach were fluttering nonstop.

you slipped inside the house, balancing your shopping bags as the sound of laughter filtered in from the living room. chris’s brothers, matt and nick, were sprawled out on the couch, laughing at something on tv.

“hey, y/n,” nick greeted, flashing you a grin. “big shopping day?”

“something like that,” you replied softly, your cheeks already pink.

“where’s chris?” you asked, shifting your bags to one hand.

“kitchen,” matt said, barely looking up from his phone.

you nodded, your heart thumping as you headed toward chris.

he was standing at the counter, back to you, scrolling through his phone. you walked up quietly, slipping your arms around his waist from behind.

“hey, princess,” he said warmly, setting his phone down and twisting slightly to kiss your temple. “what’s in the bags?”

you shook your head, while giggling. “you’ll see!”

his brows raised in curiosity, but you grabbed his hand and tugged him toward your bedroom before he could ask any more questions.

“what’s going on?” he chuckled as you pulled him inside and shut the door.

“i have a surprise for you,” you said, your voice soft and shy.

“a surprise?” his eyes lit up, a teasing smirk already tugging at his lips. “what kind of surprise, doll?”

you blushed, fiddling with your fingers. “just… close your eyes, okay? and don’t peek!”

he chuckled, raising his hands in surrender. “all right, all right. i won’t peek.”

as soon as his eyes were closed, you darted to the bags on the floor and pulled out the white and silver set, with its delicate snowflake details and soft pink accents. you slipped into it as quickly as your trembling hands would allow, adjusting the straps and smoothing the lace over your skin. the sheer babydoll dress fluttered gently over the matching bra and panties, the soft fabric brushing against your thighs.

when you finally turned to look in the mirror behind you, your cheeks were burning. the snowy design looked so pretty against your skin, and the way your tits sat perfectly in the shimmery bra and how the fabric hugged your curves.

“okay,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “you can look now.”

chris opened his eyes and immediately froze.

his gaze raked over you slowly, his mouth falling open slightly as he took in every delicate detail of the set. the way the lace hugged your body, the soft shimmer of the silver accents, the way the babydoll dress swayed with each nervous shift of your body.

“baby…” he finally said, his voice low and slightly rough.

your doe eyes flicked up to his, and his chest tightened at the sight of your rosy cheeks and shy little smile.

“do you like it?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

he let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “do i like it? doll, you’re—” he stood and closed the distance between you in two steps, his hands landing on your waist. “you’re perfect.”

your cheeks turned an even deeper shade of pink, and you bit your lip to hold back a smile.

“don’t look at me like that,” he teased, his fingers tracing slow circles on your waist.

“like what?” you asked innocently.

“like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing to me right now,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple.

you let out a soft giggle, hiding your face against his chest. “i just thought it’d be fun to surprise you. like an early christmas gift”

“fun?” he repeated, leaning back to tilt your chin up. “princess, this is dangerous.”

“dangerous?” you echoed, your eyes wide.

he smirked, pressing a kiss to your nose. “you’re too cute for your own good.”

you huffed, playfully hitting his chest. “you’re being dramatic.”

“maybe,” he admitted, pulling you closer. “but i still can’t believe you did this.”

“well…” you trailed off, your voice shy again. “there’s more. i got a red one. and a green one.”

his eyes lit up mischievously. “oh, yeah?”

you started to respond, but his lips caught yours in a soft, lingering kiss, stealing your breath. your fingers curled into his shirt as your cheeks flushed even deeper, the warmth of his touch making your heart race.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes crinkling with affection. “now give me a spin, then show me the red one next.” you giggled softly before giving him a little twirl, as your back was turned towards him you felt a quick smack on your ass.

"chris!" you spun around quickly and started hitting his arm while he snickered, attempting to contain his laughter.

"it wasn't me doll, it must've been the ghost of christmas future."

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: guys guess who inspired the lingerie outfit idea lol. i'll give u a hint the pictures at the top. hopefully new chapter for heart of steel this week !!

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