You The Baddest Bitch In The Place Tho I Won't Lie 🤨

GIRRLLL my brain just EXPLODED AAAHHH

what if Frank ocean’s song American wedding was kinda turned into a billie x reader where reader has toxic religious parents and she’s been secretly hooking up (you can add smut on this if you want to) with billie since the start of summer. and her parents didn’t know about it. then they found out and like forcing her to choose.

but one thing that really like made me have a visual in my mind, i was listening to the instrumental (electric guitar solo) just before the outro and it was like billie driving either through LA or like through a neighborhood, and reader was in the passenger seat kinda hanging out the window and like (its so cliche 😔) like reader is just enjoying the moment not realizing her skirt is catching wind from the wind blowing in the car. (oop- wink wink nudge nudged)

i have two ideas for how i would finish that scene but idk if id like em🤷🏾‍♀️

after nearly a month here you go :)

those poor unamerican girls

(I scrapped the car thing but I'm pretty sure I sent you the og)

is that eilish? | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. your best friend raves on about the fact your wearing her perfume.

warnings. fluff, flirting, suggestive, short

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“why do you smell so familiar? I’ve been racking my brain all night.” you were leaning on billie’s shoulder, watching tv with her, on her couch. your hair was draped over her body so it wasn’t a shock she’d been able to smell your perfume. you couldn’t help but smile a little.

“what?” she asked when all you did was look at her grinning.

“nothing.” you lifted your shoulders.

“babe, tell me.” the nickname your best friend used so often pinched your cheeks, in this moment, making them flush.

“tell you what?” you tilted your head and she hit your face with a pillow, anything but softly.

“what perfume are you wearing? why is it such a big deal?” she was confused and it showed.

“it’s not, i don’t know why you wanna know so bad.” she sat up, her intrigue now eating at her.

“because you’re clearly embarrassed.” you laughed and she hit you with the same pillow again.

“no i’m not!” you protested as she lunged for you, causing you to fall backwards as she lay on top of you. she brought her face to your exposed neck, her breaths tickling your skin as she took in your scent.

“billie? what the fuck are you doing?” you laughed simply as her face was still buried in your neck, trying to figure out what you were wearing.

“is that eilish?” her face was in front of yours in seconds as she questioned you. her eyes were searching yours. and when you didn’t speak, she raised her eyebrows. her hands were still on your hips, she used them to balance herself on top of you. her hair dangled near your skin and you could feel every move she was making.

“oh my god it is!” she came closer to your face, searching for answers.

“so what if it is?” she stumbled a bit, not quite having built a response.

“i don’t know, it’s just unexpected.” she was smirking down at you, her eyes speaking the words she wouldn’t dare to.

“why?” it was a question she wouldn’t answer truthfully, but her answer was in her gaze.

“you’re wearing my perfume!” she looked away in disbelief, enjoying it immensely however.

“does it turn you on?” you meant it as a joke, and she knew that. though her response was anything but.

“you know it does, babe.” her smile didn’t falter and you found it hard to keep up with. her hands traveled to your waist as she let your words catch up to you.

“why do you think i wore it?” when your best friends mouth fell open in a groan, an attempt to control herself, you thought you’d pass out. she looked down at you, licking her teeth. she looked like she wanted to eat you. but you were totally okay with it. naturally.

Lil

I miss you 😪

Come back

Please 🧎🏻‍♀️ pretty pleaseeeeee

I PROMISE I DIDNT LEAVE BABEEE

i ❤️ you

call me maybe | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. your ex situation-ship knows how to manipulate herself back into your life, her motives however are masked by her nonchalant demeanour.

warnings. nonchalant billie, making out, confusing storyline lowk, haven’t started pt2

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- 2 years ago -

her eyes had been what captured your attention throughout the night. her gaze seemed to linger longer than it should, indicating her interest and therefore sparking curiosity in you. and something you couldn’t deny; she was gorgeous.

“where’s your friend?” her smooth voice pulled you out of your thoughts, bringing you back to your ongoing conversation.

“she ditched like twenty minutes after we got here, i haven’t seen her since.” you put it almost humorously, anticipating a full recap of her night when you’d call her in the morning.

“you’re not worried?” the girl seemed genuinely curious to know, clearly taking interest in the dynamic of your friendship, in the events of the night, in you.

“i was, the first time. i’ve gotten used to it. she’ll get home in one piece and rave about her night tomorrow morning.” she smiled at the fact you could foresee the outcome of your friend’s disappearance in the club, almost as if it were a habit.

“it’s kinda shitty that she ditched you, not a very good wingwoman. though i doubt you find it hard.” she subtly hinted at real reason behind her interest. it was easy to tell with her, there was no doubt in your mind that she’d be into girls. but you wondered if she’d assumed the same about you.

“what? like getting girls?” you’d given her the confirmation, to eliminate any uncertainty. and for a split second, you could swear you saw a small smile creep onto her lips.

“girls huh?” she put it as if she was somewhat surprised.

“what?” you questioned the look on her face.

“i just didn’t think id get that lucky.” she smirked and you felt your insides flutter.

“what do you mean?” you asked her to clarify, really just wanting her to put it into words.

“i know i just met you,” she paused for a second, pulling out her phone, “but here’s my number.” she tapped her phone against yours to transfer your contact, and you turned it on so that you could accept it.

billie eilish, that was her name.

- present -

it was her eyes that had been the main point of recognition. they were unmistakable, cold yet sultry, a perfect combination for a perfect disaster. you’d known it all too well.

“billie.” her tight lips turned upwards slightly, pleased with your greeting. after all, it had only been a few months since you’d broken things off with her. and somehow, you ended up missing her.

“babe, this is a surprise.” she never could remain serious, and you’d been grateful in the moment as it eased the awkwardness you’d been anticipating.

“yeah, i didn’t expect to see you here.” you were awfully bad at small talk, and she chuckled, likely recognising this.

“you make it sound like something bad?” she pouted dramatically and you couldn’t help smiling, blushing even.

“no, no it’s a good thing. it’s good to see you.” she bit her lip, as if pondering on a comical response.

“oh yeah? how good?” she smirked and your breath hitched.

“stop it.” you looked away from her but she reached for your face and pulled your chin up, to meet her eyes again. those fucking eyes.

“stop what?” she was grinning, a smile so wicked it made your insides burn.

“we tried, we don’t work.” your rational thoughts finally made an appearance with your confrontation.

“that’s where you’re so wrong.” her face was dangerously close to yours. her lips almost brushing yours.

“billie.” you tried to interrupt her actions, you were obviously heading in a direction you’d find difficult to navigate out of.

“shh.” she pressed her finger up to your lips, her ring resting against the skin of your chin before it disappeared, and her lips were on yours. her hips pressing against yours as the cool metal of her rings returned, resting on your neck this time.

“bil-” she didn’t let you pull away, wouldn’t let you speak. and when her hands traveled down to your ass, and her tongue met your own, you snapped back into reality.

“billie.” you were breathing heavily.

“what?” you were shaking your head, backing away from her.

“i can’t do this again.” her brows let their furrowed state and she moved to place her hands back on your figure, gently.

“sure you can. we can do it right this time.” her words were so promising you almost fell for them. but you didn’t reply, just escaping her grasp and turning away.

“where do you think you’re going, baby?” the term of endearment stung, an unpleasant twinge in your heart you couldn’t quite place.

“call me.” her smirk, dripping with confidence, aggravated you in a way no one else could. she’d leave you thinking about her for days to come, and she knew it. you could still feel her on your lips.

“maybe.” her eyebrows raised at your response, but you didn’t stay to hear her, no doubt, witty response.

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-> Jenna ortega

focused

context. your girlfriend’s been busy all day. all you’re craving is for her focus to be on you.

wired earphones

context. your girlfriend’s attachment to her wired headphones might have been the result of your words.

-> cairo sweet

i'll trade you

context. you ask a pretty girl for a cigarette, she asks for something in return.

heyyy

please forgive me for being SO inactive but i’m at an all time low for inspo rn :(

i’ll get back on the grind soon trust 😙