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[fictionalwh0ree]

hiii! i hope you’re having a good day/night ^_^ i was wondering if you could wirte either sam or dean winchester with a bimbo reader!! smut or fluff i dunno ahhh TY!!

☆ ┆.ᐟ ᰍ ︵ this took me so long m'so sorry ml !! ۫ .

☆ warning ; tad bit suggestive i mean. it's dean ,,

“pass me the fuckin’ uh..” dean ran his hand through his hair, crouched beside baby. it was a one in a million day where dean had no shit to do, so he found himself doing checks on baby even if she was in perfect shape. doesn't mean he can't check in on his girl, whilst his girl is sat on the precariously stored chair. yeah, he'd told you if you fell he'd absolutely laugh at you however he knew full well that he'd literally perform an act of magic on you to keep you safe.

“uh, screw driver?” you bat your lashes at him, legs rocking as you typed on your phone, snorting out a laugh at the emoticon that charlie had sent you. of course, you liked to help dean out. but the weather was so good, and the sun was good for your skin, or so that forum that you read at the library when you went with sam said. also, you and charlie had a lot of gossip to catch up on, so.. you weren't on your game as much as you usually were.

a soft laugh slips past dean's lips as he shakes his head, looking back at the toolbox in your lap. you watch as he gets up, his hands a little stained with car oil, which in fact, does not suit the white colour of your babydoll top, clinging to the curve of your chest. which dean took much pleasure in, but besides—so you squirm back a little when he comes closer, “dean, you cannot touch me with your hands like that, i love you, but no—”

“relax, sweetheart, just tryna get a wrench,” dean teases, “can't a guy get a wrench? jeez,” he raises his hands teasingly before he carefully grabs a wrench from the tool box. not before swiping his thumb over your nose which causes you to squeal, and he quickly makes his way back to baby before you can retaliate.

“dean!” you gasp, rummaging for your pocket mirror in the pockets of your baby pink hoodie, finding it and soon looking at yourself in the mirror. a little smudge of darkness glistens on your nose and the pout you give dean makes him cackle a little.

“c'mon, it adds character, don't you think?” he does a little tinkering under the car, to which you have absolutely no clue what he's doing. did you want to know? no, not really. you wanted to know why you had oil on your nose! you knew why, but why dean did it was a mystery, and you huffed.

“you'll know what character is when i'm done with you,” you mumble back sassily, giggling when you see the surprise fill dean's gaze. so, he rises from where he is, and saunters his way back over, having used a rag to wipe down his hands so you wouldn't throw a little hissy fit.

“is that right, hm?” his green eyes lift to yours, and leaning against the chair, he bites his bottom lip. hell, he likes when you get fiesty with him. “gonna show me character?” his low, gravelly voice cooed softly as his hands brushed over your sides.

this knocked you down a few pegs, because to be fair, if your bombshell of a boyfriend is speaking like that and holding you like this, well, who isn't gonna get a little flustered. “uh—yeah, character.” you do notice how his eyes flit down to your cleavage for a vague moment, and you speak up, a little uncharacteristically but in a way dean adores—“eyes are up here, deano.”

a groan slips past his pink lips, and you soon find his green, piercing eyes hooded and looking up at you. “tease,” he mutters under his breath, and a flush dusts his skin that he never expected to happen. “think i know where your eyes are, doll, just enjoying..” he traced a finger over the lace containing the spill of your tits, “the view. know you're enjoyin’ mine.”

you thought he wouldn't notice! you'd been staring at him for a while now, considering the fact he'd blessed you with the sight of not only his arms in a tank but sweats? your man was a slut, you couldn't even deny it. “dean, stoppp,” you mumble, getting a little heated as he brushes his fingers over you. “shut up.”

he pouts playfully, pressing his forehead gently against yours. lifting his thumb to your glossy lips, he pulls it gently before letting it go, a giggle slipping past his lips. “now you're being mean, pretty baby,” his hands slide down from your chest to your thighs, squeezing them gently. “mean to your ol’ dean?”

you push at his chest playfully, tapping your acrylics against his chest with a little laugh. this causes dean to dig his fingers into the meat of your thigh a little and pull you against him. “you were bein’ mean to me first, dean!” his brows raise, “you know exactly how. oil? nose? coulda’ gotten it on my top!”

he rolled his eyes at your behaviour, it's not like that top was expensive anyway. you two got it when dean had literally stolen 20 dollars from a wallet he found on the floor this one time. but that's besides the point. “can always get you a new one,” he shrugs his shoulders, flashing the signature winchester smirk. “kinda always been itchin’ to rip this one anyway. doesn't do that body justice.”

“dean,” you two were literally outside the motel, you couldn't do anything like dean was absolutely suggesting. and judging from the way his hand was sliding up under your skirt to cup your ass, well, he was suggesting a lot. he gives a gentle squeeze, growling softly before he lifted you up off of the chair, causing you to squeal. “dean!”

he swung you over so you'd sit on the hood of the impala, watching as your little skirt hiked up. a grin played on his lips and he sighed softly. “how'd i get so lucky, huh?” dean lifted ring clad fingers to brush the side of your face. “grumpy hunter like me.”

“fine ass hunter like yourself,” your retort was instant.

“i didn't say it, you did, so it ain't braggin’,” dean wiggled his eyebrows instantly, drawing you impossibly closer as his hands groped at your thighs gently. he was clearly a big fan of your body.

“dean, there are people walking past,” you nudge him, not before placing a glossy kiss to his cheek. he shrugs, glancing over at a passing woman and her boyfriend on the street. in usual dean fashion, he gives your ass a pat and winks at the couple, not that you realise.

“well, maybe, they wanna piece of this fine ass,” he squeezed, looking up at you through his lashes. “they'd have to go through me, first though,” literally before you can even realise it, you've been hiked up over his shoulder with your ass practically out.

“dean, my skirt!” dean acts oblivious, but slides a hand over you to keep the view at bay, a laugh slipping past his lips. “relax, sweetheart, i got you,” does this calm your nerves? no, not really, but, you relax into his grasp.

“you're the worst,” as you shake your head, your earrings shimmer under the dim lights of the motel as you make your way in. dean's practically a deer in headlights looking at you before he focuses again, and taps the doorframe of where sam's in.

“keep an eye on baby, alright? got some uh, things to be doin’, sammy,” it's like sam didn't even have to ask as he saw dean give you a playful swat on the ass, herding you to the bedroom. 

“yeah, sure, whatever,” sam was ninety-five percent sure he might have to go do his research in the impala because knowing you two? you were loud.

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[fictionalwh0ree]

Hi if you’re still doing the prompts could you do

“Remember who’s in charge here baby, I’d choose your next words carefully.” 

With Billie eilish please 😍

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you could barely keep steady. you were already getting close to your climax and your whole body wanted to give up as you grinded your hips so the toy would hit your g-spot over and over again. with your legs on either side of billie's chest and your hands on her chest you held yourself up. your head was thrown back and you couldn't help the moans that were slipping past your lips. you'd already been close to finishing twice, but billie brought you back down just before before continuing to fuck you.

billie bucked her hips up, the toy slamming into your cervix as you felt yourself clenching around it. you brought your hand down to your clit, moving to start rubbing it before your hand was slapped away.

"what the fuck do you think you're doing?" billie asked, breathing laboured.

"fuck, let me finish," you groaned, whimpers falling from your lips.

"remember who's in charge here baby, i'd choose your next words carefully," she smirked, enjoying your distressed state.

another pleading whimper fell from your lips and in one swift movement, billie flipped you over so she was on top. she fucked you harder, bringing her hand down to your clit before rubbing it in circles. she couldn't feel the way you were clenched around the toy, but she could tell you were close due to your eyes being screwed shut and the vulgar moans that were slipping through your lips.

"come for me baby," she said, burrying her face in your neck and placing kisses on it.

#billie eilish x reader #billie eilish #billie eilish x y/n #billie eilish imagine #billie eilish fluff #billie eilish x you #wlw

[fictionalwh0ree]

Meeting Dally at the Drive In

"You got a light?" You asked, glancing to your friend who was sat to your left at the drive-in.

“You know I don’t smoke,” your friend scrunched their nose at the thought. “Filthy habit.”

As you went to jump to your own defence, two arms reached around, circling you, one holding a lit match as the other shielded it from the night breeze. "Go for it, sweetheart," a rough, New Yorker's voice spoke into your ear.

You masked your momentary shock as you leant forward slightly, hand finding the cuff of his leather sleeve as you lit the cancer stick.

"Thanks," you turned to face him with a coy smile, voice dropping to one your friend recognised all too well as you turned back to the screen.

"Cute broad," the greaser spoke to his friends, not bothering to lower his voice. "Are you a real?" he leant forward to speak lowly in your ear.

You turned your head towards him, faces inches apart. "Honey, if you're dreaming of a broad like me you gotta raise your standards," you joked, taking a drag from your cigarette.

He smirked, eyes scanning you intently. "I've seen you down at the rodeos. You bronc ride,” he stated, leaning back in his seat, nodding at you impressed. “You're good.”

You turned to study him, scanning his face to try and figure out if you remembered him, smiling when it hit you. "You ride bulls don't you," you smiled, pointing at him. "I saw you in—"

"—El Paso," you finished at the same time, both grinning.

"Second place wasn't it?" You raised an eyebrow at him in question, pulling the cigarette to her lips as he nodded in response.

"Man, the guy who beat me was…something else."

Your face broke into a small grin. "He’s the best ain’t he! Ain’t no one better than him.”

“You his biggest fan or something?” He asked, lighting his own cancer stick, ignoring the slight pang of irritation that bubbled in his stomach as you smiled over his conqueror.

“Yeah and I’m is daughter too. Nice to meet ya’.”

[fictionalwh0ree]

congrats on 1.5k!!!! u deserve it!!!

could i possibly get billie and pulling them on their lap?? maybe her gf is kind of insecure of herself (chubby girls unite) and billie just comforts her?? totally fine if not, have a great day/night!!!!!

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✧ thank youuuu!!

it was an off day for you. it was one of those days where you looked in the mirror and just hated what was staring back. this made your whole day shitty and brought you to the point where you were one little thing away from a complete breakdown. the only thing that made you feel a little better was going to see your girlfriend.

you’d spent the day running errands together, and overall had a good time. you’d avoided many cameras over the day, the paparazzis and billie’s own. you’d hoped she wouldn’t catch on, and by the looks of it, it seemed she hadn’t. so you went about your day, getting back to her house and putting away the groceries you’d just gotten. once that was done, she went and sat on the couch. she called you over and when you stood in front of her, you could tell what was coming.

“what’s up with you today?” she asked gently.

you looked away, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror behind her. your eyes began to water and you looked away, biting your lip to keep it from quivering.

“c’mere,” she said looping her fingers through your belt loops.

she pulled you closer and you stood between her legs. she tried to tug you down, you knew what she wanted, but you didn’t want to. you shook your head softly, eyes finally meeting hers. a tear fell down your cheek and with one last tug from billie you gave in. you sat on her lap, straddling her legs as you wrapped your arms around her neck. her arms quickly made their way around your waist and she rubbed circles onto your back. you hid your face in her neck as you cried softly.

“i just feel so… gross,” you spoke between tears.

“hey,” said softly, “look at me.”

reluctantly, you lifted your head and locked eyes with her.

“you are perfect the way you are,” she said, her gaze soft as she looked into your eyes.

“i’m glad someone feels that way,” you said through a laugh.

“seriously,” she started, “i wish you could see yourself the way i see you. then you’d know there isn’t one thing about you that needs to change.”

by the look in her eyes, you knew she was serious. the sincerity of your words made your heart swell and you couldn’t help but hug her tight.

“i love you,” you spoke into her neck.

“i love you more.”

#billie eilish x reader #billie eilish #billie eilish imagine #billie eilish x y/n #billie eilish x you #billie eilish fluff

[fictionalwh0ree]

Hiii could you do Billie eilish

Pls and thank youuu ! And also congrats on 1.5k !!:))

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the sky was dark and the california air was cooler than it had been earlier. you’d spent all day helping billie prep an outdoor movie night for her and her friends. you’d baked and made tons of popcorn, and helped her set up the backyard. what used to be just an empty green area for her dog had been transformed. fairy lights, blankets, and pillows surrounded a white sheet that was hung up to be used as a movie screen. candles helped illuminate the area and the food was on display at a table nearby.

billie’s friends had arrived on time and soon you started the movie. you sat between her legs, pillows propped her up and a thick, cozy blanket covered the two of you. you’d had your hand resting on her thigh, rubbing it softly. when you looked back over your shoulder, you could see how she was a little flustered. you focused your attention back on the movie, but slid your hand further up her thigh as you bit your lip.

soon, you felt billie’s hand move from its place on your waist down to the waistband of your sweats. she stuck her hand down. rubbing soft circles onto your hip bone with her thumb. your own cheeks started to flush as you looked around to make sure no one was watching. thankfully, everyone’s eyes were glued to the screen, and because you were sitting slightly behind them, you were out of their line of sight.

her thumb began to run over the waistband of your underwear. she brought her head down to place a long kiss on your neck. at the same time, she pulled at your underwear, letting it go a second later so it would snap onto your skin.

“wait until everyone leaves,” she whispered into your ear with a smile, leaving you biting your lip to hold back your own.

#billie eilish x reader #billie eilish #billie eilish x y/n #billie eilish x you #billie eilish fluff #billie eilish imagine

[fictionalwh0ree]

hello!! i was wondering if you could do the “come back to bed” prompt with dean winchester?? ❤️❤️

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streaks of golden light peeked through the bent up blinds of the motel. your eyes fluttered open at the sound of the alarm rang through the room. you shut it off, rubbing your eyes before carefully moving dean’s arm from your waist. luckily, he was a heavy sleeper, so he didn’t wake. you walked around the room, your eyes still half shut due to the late night. sam had gone for a run, leaving the room dead quiet as you started to get ready.

you moved to the bathroom to brush your teeth. as you did that, you heard some shuffling coming from the bedroom. you figured dean was moving around and continued what you were doing. when you finished, you stepped into the room. deans head instantly popped up from the covers to look at you. his eyes were puffy with sleep.

“come back to bed,” he mumbled, voice raspy laced with sleep.

“we have things to do, dean. we should be getting ready,” you said softly.

he looked around the room quickly before looking back at you.

“just a couple more minutes, cmon. sammy’s not even here,” he pleaded, giving you puppy dog eyes.

“fine,” you looked at him for a moment and couldn’t resist.

you got into the bed again, dean immediately wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. he placed a kiss on the back of your head. the warmth of his body mixed with the heavy covers had your eyes heavy quick.

“only a couple minutes,” you muttered, eyes shutting again.

#dean winchester x y/n #dean winchester x you #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester

[fictionalwh0ree]

Congrats on 1.5k!!

May I please request "your morning voice is hot" with Rue?

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the sun peeked through the curtains, illuminating the messy teenagers room. you opened your eyes gently, smiling to yourself as you felt your girlfriends arm around your waist. you stayed there for a couple minutes before carefully moving her arm off of you to get up. you quietly made your way out of the room, finding her house empty. you started to make breakfast for the two of you.

you quickly became involved in what you were doing, making pancake batter and frying bacon all at once. fifteen minutes later and you were still cooking, humming along to music on the radio. you soon heard the bedroom door closed and looked up to see rue dragging her feet into the kitchen as she rubbed her eyes, sleep still evident in her face.

“morning,” you smiled as she approached you.

she wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug.

“morning babe,” she mumbled, her voice still deep and raspy from her sleep.

she pulled away and you met her eyes. you smiled at her fondly and she gave you a questioning look.

“what is it? why are you staring at me?” she asked, her morning voice making an appearance again as she snagged a piece of bacon.

“god your morning voice is so hot,” you said, you placing a kiss on her lips.

she smiled at you as you let go, but quickly leaned forward for another kiss. she snaked her hands around your waist, pulling you closer. you leaned into her, throwing your arms around her neck. she swiped her tongue over your lips, trying to deepen the kiss, but you remembered what you were doing all of a sudden.

“rue,” you said between the kiss, “you’re gonna make me burn the pancakes”

“fuck the pancakes.”

#rue bennett fluff #rue bennett x y/n #rue bennett x you #rue bennett imagine #rue bennett x reader

[fictionalwh0ree]

May i please request "what was that, i couldn't hear you over the sounds you're making" with Billie please?

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“please please please”

your skirt was hitched up at your hips, sweat already dripping down your face as you panted. billie’s tongue licked up and down your pussy, her thumb circling your sensitive clit. you’d already came on her tongue twice, but she was merciless, not even letting you touch her once.

as you got closer to your third climax, you reflected on your night, what had gotten you in this position. it all started when billie had taken you to one of her friends parties. you were pretty introverted, so you spent most of the night around billie, which she didn’t mind. but as you drank more and more, instead of getting more social like usual, you ended up being more clingy. when her friends would walk away, you’d whisper something in her ear, telling her how you wanted to go home because you needed her so badly. she told you that you’d leave soon, but the alcohol in your system kept you from listening.

that’s how you ended up in the guest bedroom with her between your legs. but as you neared your orgasm, you couldn’t take it anymore. you wanted her.

“billie, i need you, please,” you pleaded through moans.

"what was that, i couldn't hear you over the sounds you're making,” billie teased.

“i need to feel you,” you said clearly, almost shouting in desperation.

“one more time,” she cooed.

“fuck me billie, god please,” you begged, your eyes screwed shut as you felt billie’s fingers inside you.

she pulled her fingers out at once and looked up at you. her eyes met yours with a smirk and she began to undress. you pulled the rest of your clothes off properly, tossing them aside as billie climbed onto the bed. she wedged her knee between your thighs and placed a kiss on your lips before falling back and positioning herself so your legs fit perfectly between hers.

you both started to rock your hips, creating friction. moans fell from both your lips and it took everything in you to hold back from finishing, wanting to cum at the same time. as the two of you got closer, your rocking became lazy. looking at billie with her head thrown back as she muttered swear words, you could tell she was close too.

“you ready baby?” she said, opening her eyes to look at you.

you nodded in response, and within seconds your moans were filling up the room as you pushed yourselves a little more. your stomach was tense and your walls clenched before you came with a sigh, the same happening to billie.

she laid down beside you and turned to face you. she propped her head up with her hand, using the other one to brush away some hair from your face as she admired your flushed visage.

“got what you wanted?” she smiled.

“mhm”

#billie eilish x reader #billie eilish #billie eilish imagine #billie eilish x y/n #billie eilish x you

[fictionalwh0ree]

saw your post, is this an ok request..?

Dean W. x reader she fell first but he fell harder? where she kicks his ass in a game of pool, and she doesnt give her number, for one of the first times he gives her HIS #. sam makes a comment but dean threatens him or something.

one game- dean winchester

summary: when one of your regulars dies mysteriously, two boys come in and help solve his case, but not without a beer at your bar every evening. when the case is finally solved, one of the boys challenges you to a game of pool in exchange for a drink.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: none

owning a bar in a small town was pretty uneventful. you enjoyed your job, enjoyed how you were a part of your community. most evenings you’d watch the same regulars come and go, some who came from work, some who were just out with friends. you’d grown up there and had taken over your fathers place when he passed, meaning you were very well acquainted with everyone. besides a couple passer byers that brought something different into town, every day was very similar. you enjoyed the routine, thinking your life would be that way forever.

until one of your very loyal regulars, gary, mysteriously dies. the county police refused to disclose his cause of death. you thought it was ridiculous, i mean, the guy had known you since you were five. he was your family and you his. you were angered by it and figured it must’ve been something brutal if they didn’t want to share it with you.

a couple days later, your suspicion was confirmed when two fbi agents came into town. one was tall, brunette and more reserved. the other was slightly shorter with green eyes and a huge ego. the two boys came in every night for four nights straight, and between their questions, the green eyed man, dean, would throw in a little flirty comment. the taller boy, sam, would turn his head away or roll his eyes every time, a very similar reaction to yours. you got hit on here and there, but usually it was by way older men. you had to admit, it being someone around your age was a nice change. you thought he was cute, but didn’t bother with anything, knowing they’d be out of town soon.

two other people had died in the period of time that sam and dean were there, but you could tell they were getting close. the sheriff had come in a night ago and had talked to you about how the two boys were helping get justice for the victims. he said he wouldn’t have been able to do it on his own, not a chance.

on the fourth night, the sheriff called. he let you know that the case had been solved and that everything had been handled. again, he kept all details confidential, but thought you would benefit from knowing that the townspeople were safe again. later that night, sam and dean walked in. dean had a fairly fresh gash on his cheekbone, but that didn’t take away from the air of accomplishment around them.

“the usual?” you said as they took their seats.

sam nodded and you poured two cold beers for them. you set them down in front with some peanuts.

“thanks sweetheart,” dean said, prompting a smile from you as you fought back a slight blush

“drinks are on the house for you guys tonight,” you said.

“what for?” sam said.

“sheriff told me what you did for him, for gary,” you replied, “thank you.”

“just doing our job,” sam replied with a smile.

you left them on their own for a little while until sam got up to use the washroom. dean called you over, an empty beer glass in front of him.

“refill?” you asked as you walked over.

“no. actually, i was wondering if i could interest you in a round of pool,” the boy said.

“i’m on the clock, dean,” you said as you leaned over the counter.

“come on, sweetheart,” he cooed, “i’ve seen you busting your ass back there four nights in a row.”

“that’s kind of what comes with owning a bar,” you said.

“you know what else comes with owning a bar?” he said with a smirk as you cocked your eyebrow up.

“doing what you want in it,” he finished, causing you to laugh out loud.

“and if i do that who’s gonna keep everyone’s drinks full?” you asked playfully.

“listen, if you’re not up to the challenge, just say so,” dean said jokingly.

you thought for a second before coming to a decision.

“fine,” you said, throwing your dish rag onto the counter.

“tommy, man the bar for ten minutes and i’ll give you a free beer,” you said to one of your regulars as you walked out from behind.

you met dean at one of the three pool tables.

“ten minutes huh?” dean said.

“that’s all the time i need to kick your ass,” you said as you grabbed the pool cues.

“don’t know about that one sweetheart,” dean laughed as he set up the pool balls.

you handed him a pool stick once everything was set up, but before it began, dean said something.

“if i win, you let me buy you a drink.”

you turned your head and bit your lip to hold back a smile.

“okay, and if i win, what do i get?” you asked.

“the best night of your life,” dean winked with a smile.

your cheeks were on fire and you turned away again with a laugh.

“how about you just pay for all your drinks instead?” you said.

“alright, deal,” he replied, reaching his hand out for you to shake.

you took it and shook it firmly before starting the match. it started off tight, but within five minutes you had three balls left, not including the eight ball. dean had five. you leaned over the pool table, looking up at dean with a smirk before hitting the ball. you got one in the hole and moved to the other side, leaning over again, this time with dean behind you. his eyes traced your figure and he couldn’t help but stare a little as you hit your shot, getting yet another ball in the hole. you hit your next shot from the same side of the table, but missed the hole. instead, you had it set up for a shot that would knock both your last ball and the eight ball in in one.

“your turn,” you said, turning around with an innocent smile.

dean snapped out of his daze and gave you a sheepish smile before continuing. dean hit one in and moved to the next. however, he missed his next shot by a centimetre before backing away from the table for you. you got in position and hit the white ball, your plan executed perfectly. first the red ball went in, then the eight ball. you jumped up and cheered, looking at dean with a large smile.

“how did you do that?” dean asked, astonished.

“this was my dads bar, dean, you know this. i’ve been playing pool since i was like six,” you said as you walked back to the bar.

he took his seat next to sam as you circled back around.

“listen, i know i lost or whatever, but i’d still like to buy you a drink,” dean said as you filled up his beer again.

“okay,” you agreed with a smile.

dean shot sam a look and he took the hint, saying he was gonna go talk to one of the people they had worked with on the case. as you went to make yourself a drink, sam stopped to say one last thing to dean.

“dude, she totally kicked your ass,” he laughed.

“shut up or i’m leaving you here,” dean said causing sam’s smile to widen.

you came back with a drink in hand and spent almost an hour talking to him, serving a bit in between, but found that you liked him a lot more than you thought you would.

when dean realized how late it was, he asked you for the bill. you handed it to him, the only thing listed being the drink he bought you. he looked at you questioningly.

“i thought-“ he started.

“screw the deal. you bought me a drink even though i absolutely destroyed you,” you joked, “plus, you guys deserve it. seriously.”

“thanks,” dean said as he handed you the money.

you took it to the register as dean wrote his number on the back of the bill.

“i only live a couple towns over, give me a call,” dean said with a wink as he walked out.

you folded up the paper and put it in your pocket as the boys left. once they were out, sam gave dean a look.

“dude, you gave her your number,” sam said in disbelief.

“i just need a rematch.”

#dean winchester x y/n #dean winchester x you #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester

[fictionalwh0ree]

AAAAA Congrats on 1.5k!! You definitely deserve it! Ive got a little Dean W. prompt for you

"you look your cutest like this." "but i just woke up." "i know what i said."

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✧ thank you smmmmm<33

your previous case had kicked your ass. you hadn’t slept in two days over it, seeing as you were hunting vampires. the nest was so large and there was so much activity that while the three of you worked to take them down, you barely had any time to wind down. the case happened to be a few towns over from the bunker, so when you were finally done, instead of turning in at the motel, you headed back right away.

on the drive home, sam had passed out in the back. you, on the other hand, couldn’t sleep no matter how hard you tried. a mix of the pain from a large gash and not being able to sleep seated up preventing you from it.

within twenty minutes of arriving, you and dean were already in bed, entangled in one another. it took only minutes for the exhaustion to take over.

hours and hours went past, the two of you remaining asleep, until dean finally awoke. he checked the clock, seeing that the two of you had been asleep for fourteen hours and was compelled to wake you up. however, you looked too peaceful for him to disturb you. he laid in silence with you, watching your chest rise and fall, admiring the way your hair fell lightly in front of your face. he brought his hand up to your face, running his fingers gently over the sheet marks that were left on your cheek.

a couple minutes later, your eyes fluttered open, meeting deans with a soft smile.

“you look your cutest like this,” he said quietly.

“but i just woke up,” you replied.

“i know what i said,” he confirmed, placing a kiss on your cheek.

to you, all you were was a puffy faced girl with sheet marks all over and washed hair that you didn’t have the energy to fix, but to him, you were the most beautiful girl in the world.

#dean winchester x y/n #dean winchester x you #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester

[fictionalwh0ree]

Phrases/ actions that have my legs divorcing - Billie Eilish pls and thank you !!

hey, u can pick a specific prompt under that section and i’ll get right to it!!

[fictionalwh0ree]

✩ 1.5k celebration ✩

thank you guys so so sooo much for 1.5k

for the next couple days, i'll be taking requests on any character i write for

ive collected prompts from different prompt lists, they're just under the line

send a request with one of the following prompts and the character and i'll write a little blurb!

ly <33

prompt list

✩ you're blushing prompts by @thepromptswhisperer

“You’re blushing.” “Yeah, so? Never seen anyone fall for your charm before?”

“Are you okay? You look a little…” “I’m fine!”

“Are you actually blushing?” “No! Shut up.”

A smiles fondly when B starts to blush and draws them closer, allowing them to hide in their embrace.

“This never happened, do you understand?! If I find out you mentioned this to anyone, I’ll…”

A touches their own heated cheeks (, maybe to confirm that they really are blushing. Not that they didn’t already know.)

“I’m not blushing. It’s from the cold.” “Yeah. Sure.”

✩ the sweet early morning things by @novelbear

sleepy, playful smiles as they both take in eachothers messy morning appearance

"you look your cutest like this." "but i just woke up." "i know what i said."

snuggling into the others neck to shield their eyes from the sunlight

peppering small kisses all over their face to wake them

"your morning voice is so hot." [laughs] "what?"

waking up a little earlier than usual, meaning they get the luxury of snuggling further into their blankets and lover to go back to sleep.

accidentally falling back asleep, too entangled and comfortable in one another's warmth.

✩ make 'em swoon by @creativepromptsforwriting

a subtle wink

holding them close by their hips

pulling them on their lap

smirking in a way that suggests more

hugging them from behind

a kiss pressed to the neck

lips brushing against their ear

whispering to them like they're alone in the world

✩ valentine's prompts by @scealaiscoite

“you really planned this?! remind me how you’re single, again?”

“has it occurred to you that we’ve spent more valentine’s days with each other than with people we’ve actually been dating?”

“wow, someone’s looking good. hot date, or what?”

“ i wanted to treat you how i should’ve before.”

“you really thought i wouldn’t remember what you like? please, give me a little credit.”

“i understand if you don’t want to, but i wanted to tell you that i planned a few things for us today.”

“i couldn’t think of a better night to show everyone how in love with you i am.”

✩ in between by @keyotosprompts

"was that a good conversation?" "oh... yeah. it was great" "great." [and there's this thick, awkward silence afterwards].

person a and person b are dating, and person a just finished a conversation with someone person b was jealous of. when they get home, person b is a bit more clingier and so much more touchy. cue a's teasing and b hiding their face in the crook of a's neck.

^ "so... are you finally gonna admit you were jealous?" "uh, no, because i wasn't" (b says as they press kisses to a's neck and hold a close to their body).

"and i love you. i love it when you do the double-tuck thing with your hair when you're nervous, does [person c] notice that? do they know that when you shove your hands in your pockets, you're really just doing it so you can fidget without anyone knowing? or, what about the way you look at people–" and person a is in total shock the whole time.

person b is sulking after seeing person a reunite with someone they've been close to since forever (think family friend...yikes). person a thinks it's adorable and goes to "comfort" b by peppering their face with kisses and giving them words of affirmation.

✩ phrases/actions that have my legs divorcing by @loveisanimaginarydagger3000

Watching in awe as your partner slides their finger into their mouth with your cum on it. 

“Yeah?” They say with a hint of teasing to their tone, “And what if I do this?” They say, changing their rhythm slightly and hitting your weak spot.

Toying with a piece of clothing, whether that be the collar of your shirt, slowly undoing your belt, sliding a finger under the waistband of your underwear before letting it snap back against your skin.(The last one ahhhh) 

“If you want something, you have to use your words.”  

“Remember who’s in charge here baby, I’d choose your next words carefully.” 

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over all the noise you were making.” (Someone write an enemies with benefits to this I beg) 

✩ fluff prompt list by @acourtofswiftiesandshadowdaddies

“You look really good in my clothes”

“I could just stare at you forever” “Creep”

“I wish you could see the way I see you”

“This isn’t just a(n) [object], it’s a promise”

“Come back to bed”

“My parents love you”

“Our kids are gonna be *mwah*!”

“I know you had a bad day, so I made you cookies”

“I'd be a great parent, I’m just saying”

“You remembered my birthday?”

“Come on, love, let’s get you home.”

#billie eilish x reader #dean winchester x reader #dallas winston x reader

[fictionalwh0ree]

Thank you sm for writing my request!! X

ofc🫶🫶

[fictionalwh0ree]

Hey could you write a fiction where billie and reader have only recently got into a relationship. Both Claudia and fineas are a bit cautious with as at first because of billie previous not so good relationships. But one day finease and Claudia pass billies bedroom door and see both the reader and billie laughing and cuddling over something and they can't help but smile! They've never seen billie look so happy and comfortable in a relationship before. Thank you sm!! :)

new perspective- billie eilish

summary: billie has had bad luck with relationships in the past, until you. however, when she introduces you to her family, they are all skeptical, worried that she'll get hurt again. one evening changes this forever. word count: 1.7k warnings: none

the celebrity lifestyle was something you’d been practically thrown into. one day you were living at home with your parents, nobody knowing who you were, and the next you were living in la alone without being able to step out and not get recognized. of course, the life had its perks. one of your favourite was the parties thrown out in hollywood. for you, there had been no feeling better than that feeling of excitement as you stood outside a large mansion that was bustling with life. at one of these parties, you’d met billie eilish. you were both drunk as hell, but hit it off. you’d spent nearly two hours speaking to each other, and quickly exchanged socials. your conversation had been full of flirty comments from both sides, you knew this wasn’t just a friendly interaction. you could tell from the look of lust emanating from her blue eyes as she looked up at you. it wasn’t long before you’d found yourselves in an empty room, hands all over each other as you made out.

before it went further, your other friends were pounding on the door, ready to leave. you left the room, waving bye to billie shyly. she waved back, a red tint to her cheeks as she bit her lips. your friends begged you to tell them who was behind the door, but you kept it to yourself. despite how fast you’d gone with the girl, you really enjoyed talking to her and were hoping it’d go further. you feared telling your friends would jinx it. and maybe you were right, because the next morning you woke up to a text from an unknown number. she asked if you were feeling okay, then when you said you were a little hungover, she offered to pick you up and take you to get her certified hangover cure, smoothies. you agreed, excited to see the girl you had clicked with.

from then on, you’d become practically inseparable. you’d go everywhere together, so it was no surprise that two short months later, you were exclusive. billie had never really moved that fast with anyone before, but she chalked it up to that lesbian experience everyone talked about. she had told her family about you from day one, but you didn’t meet them until you’d made it official.

when billie had told her parents that you were her girlfriend, they were supportive, but shocked, advising her that it was okay to take it slow. she assured them that she was happy with the pace you two were moving at, that it really felt right. but they’d heard that before. the whole family was skeptical.

when you met them, you were polite and had done everything right. they all agreed that you were likeable and truthfully, they felt more at ease. for the first two weeks, they were extra observant, listening for any arguments or complaints, making sure their little girl was okay. then, disaster struck. two different gossip magazines had your face slapped on the cover. the first one hollywood’s biggest party girls, the second one y/n y//l/n spotted out with dominic fike. of course, billie’s parents had seen them. they’d taken them home, showing claudia and finneas, who then sat down and had a talk with billie. billie had defended you completely, saying there was nothing wrong with enjoying a couple parties, that the magazine was exaggerating, and that the last couple you’d gone to had been with her. as for dominic, she knew about your friendship. she had met him on his own and been around the two of you at once. she knew for certain it was platonic. however, claudia and finneas were still suspicious.

the energy was tense, but honestly, it always had been. they tried to be nice, but you could tell they didn’t like you being around her very much. despite that, you were always nice to them. billie had told them off for it before and she always invited you over, even when her family was around.

i really like her you guys. if you don’t like it, you’re just gonna have to deal with it, she’d told them over and over.

one evening, she invited finneas and claudia over for dinner at 6:30. you’d been at billie’s house for two days at that point, you had a whole drawer in her closet, a toothbrush, and a towel at her place. you’d both woken up early that morning and were exhausted by five pm. you’d agreed on taking a nap, seeing as you’d be ordering in later. you both slept for about an hour before you woke up again. you shook billie awake, reminding her of your upcoming plans. she tried tugging you back to sleep, but you reminded her that you had to get ready, the two of you were still in pyjamas. when you went to open your drawer in her closet, all your clothes were dirty.

“billie, all my clothes here are dirty,” you shouted out.

“you can borrow something of mine,” she said, still lying in bed.

“okay,” you said, sifting through her clothes.

you had an idea then. you looked through the depths of her closet, finding clothes that were completely mismatched and not your style before throwing them on.

“is this okay?” you said, coming out of her closet with a wide smile.

she looked up from her phone before bursting out laughing.

“it’s perfect,” she said with her own smile before getting up off the bed to hug you.

“really? because i picked something out for you. i think you’re really gonna like it,” you said.

“oh seriously? lets see it,” she said.

you picked out another atrocity and handed it to her with an innocent smile. she smiled back, her eyebrows furrowed together.

meanwhile, finneas and claudia had arrived early and had used a spare key to get in seeing as billie wasn’t picking up the phone or answering to the knocks at the door. they put their stuff down before looking around the house. they’d split up as they searched the top floor. as finneas walked past billie’s room, he suddenly heard her laugh. he stopped in his tracks, glancing into the room. from where he was, he could see the mirror that sat in the corner of the room. in its reflection, he could see you and billie messing around in her walk-in. he whispered claudia’s name and she ran over, the two of them peeking in to see the mirror. they watched as you added more and more accessories to each others outfits, laughing harder in harder.

soon, you moved back into the bedroom hand in hand, standing in front of the very mirror finneas and claudia had been using to spy on you. they backed away a little, fearing that they’d been caught, but the two of you were in your own little bubble. they watched as you hugged billie from behind, resting your head on her shoulder. they watched as you two stared at each other fondly through the mirror. they looked over at each other, both having recognized the look you two shared. they looked at each other the same way.

“okay, come on. we have to change for real, fin and claudia will be here soon,” billie said after a moment, unwrapping herself from your arms but not letting go of your hand.

“you’re not wearing this?” you joked as she pulled you towards the closet.

the last thing finneas and claudia were able to see before you went into the room and closed the door was the way you looked at her. they could see the love in your eyes as you looked at your girlfriend, they could even sense it in your smile. as they stepped away from the door, finneas felt a wave of relief and happiness wash over him. he suddenly trusted you a lot more, knowing now that you would never do anything to hurt his baby sister. at the same time, he felt like a real asshole for the way he’d been treating you. he had never seen billie this way before; so happy, so comfortable with someone. finneas looked over at claudia, raising his eyebrows.

“we were so wrong about her,” claudia said with a laugh.

“yeah,” finneas agreed.

they headed down to the living room before he sent billie a text, notifying her of his arrival. they sat on the couch and two minutes later, the two of you were coming down the stairs. they stood up as you finally reached the main floor. billie jogged to them, hugging her brother, then claudia, as you walked over. when you finally reached the couple, you sent them a small wave.

“hey,” you said shyly, knowing what they thought of you.

what came next, you didn’t expect. finneas leaned forward and gave you a hug, a bright smile on his face. you were beyond confused as you looked at billie with furrowed brows. you’d never gotten so much as a handshake from them since those two articles came out. billie shrugged, but smiled. you hugged finneas back, smiling at him as you let go. claudia embraced you next. they both wore stupid smiles on their faces as you looked over at your girlfriend.

“bil, can we have a minute?” finneas said.

“uh- yeah. sure,” she said, moving to the kitchen.

“y/n, listen, we were wrong about you,” finneas started.

“yeah, we are so sorry,” claudia added, “we were total assholes.”

“oh no, its okay,” you assured quickly.

“no no, its not okay. we shouldn’t have made assumptions. its just… billie doesn’t have the best luck relationships,” finneas said.

“no seriously, i understand. those articles were seriously poorly times,” you said lightheartedly.

“i see how happy you make billie. i’m glad she has someone like you in her life,” finneas said with a genuine smile.

“thank you, it means a lot,” you smiled back.

“now lets go order some food, i’m starving!” claudia said.

the four of you shared a remarkable evening, and you couldn’t help but feel like you were finally part of the family.

#billie eilish x reader #billie eilish #billie eilish imagine #billie eilish x y/n #billie eilish x you #billie eilish fluff #wlw

[fictionalwh0ree]

hey!!! could you please do a dean winchester x reader where they play a game or something after celebrating a successful hunt and they end up confessing to each other or something like that? thanks!

best of five- dean winchester

summary: after wrapping up a hunt, you go for a drink with dean. he challenges you to a game of darts, but when the game is tied 2-2, dean ups the stakes, changing the entire trajectory of the night. word count: 2k warnings: drinking

going to the bar after wrapping up a case had become a tradition with you and the winchester boys. when your cases were in a nice city, you’d usually end up at a nicer bar, where it didn’t smell like piss and beer. one that was busy. your nights would usually end with you having hooked up with some guy there and dean taking some girl back to the room, meaning sam would room with you for the night. however, many of your cases happened in smaller towns. this meant you’d frequent shitty bars that reeked of cheap beer and piss. you enjoyed the atmosphere more, weirdly enough.

tonight had been one of those nights, you’d wrapped up a witch case in buttfuck, kentucky. usually, you’d go straight to the bar, not even stopping at whatever shitty motel you were staying at. but today, sam had called it a night early, asking to be dropped off. you and dean pushed for the younger boy to join you guys, but he insisted that you two go one your own, saying he had a headache and was sore all over. eventually, you agreed, taking him back before showering quickly and heading out. when you’d arrived at the bar, you weren’t even sure the place was open. the building was made of wood, old wood, and it looked like it was one gust of wind away from collapsing. that’s how you knew the drinks would be cheap.

you followed dean into the bar, immediately greeted by an older bartender. you took a seat at the bar and dean ordered the two of you a beer. you scoped the area, seeing some older men in cowboy hats and flannels with ripped off sleeves eyeing you. you also noticed the girls around. similar to the men, they were older, their shirts tied up at the front and bright red lipstick was smeared messily around their thin lips, their eyes glued to dean.

“jesus christ, these people are creeping me out,” you muttered to him.

“yeah, tell me about it,” dean laughed, making eye contact with a blonde lady. she smiled “seductively,” revealing lipstick stained teeth.

“i’ll call sam, let him know he should be sleeping in my room tonight. can’t imagine you leaving here home alone tonight,” you teased.

“ha ha,” he fake laughed.

“he might have to sleep in the car. i already know you’re going home with that guy over there,” he said, nodding his head towards the corner of the room.

you looked over in the right direction, met by the eyes of a man old enough to be your father. he smiled up at you, revealing his missing front tooth and the yellowing rest.

“oh yeah, he’s real cute,” you played along, rolling your eyes playfully.

dean sighed, looking around the poorly lit building. his eyes landed on a darts board, and he was immediately interested. he got a refill on your drinks before pulling you over.

“winner pays for drinks?” you said, collecting the darts from the board.

“you know it,” he said.

“best of five?” you asked.

“yep,” he confirmed, already picking up a dart.

dean had won two sets before you caught up, bringing the score to 2-2.

“sudden death?” you asked dean.

“uh huh,” he confirmed, face a little flushed.

“but, hold on,” he said, calling your attention, “what do you say we raise the stakes?”

“how so?” you smiled, interested.

thats when dean pulled a little bottle out of his jacked pocket.

“what is that?” you asked.

“i snagged it from that witch’s house. its the truth serum,” he said.

your mind flashed back to your case. yesterday, you’d been on the hunt for whatever was causing some odd deaths in the small town. you’d stopped at a diner for breakfast, and what you didn’t know at the time was that your waitress was a witch. she overheard your conversation and put in a couple drops of the truth serum into sams drink. she was interrupted by a coworker, explaining why neither you nor dean had it in your drink. for the following four hours, sam could not lie. it was hilarious to you and dean, you couldn’t stop laughing. when you’d found her den today, sam asked her what she did. she whipped out a small bottle with a dropper.

three drops of this and you can’t tell a single lie for hours, she’d said with a smug smile.

dean had been the one to finish her off, which is why he had the chance to grab the bottle, thinking it’d be funny for the future.

“loser takes three drops?” you asked.

“loser takes three drops,” dean confirmed.

“you’re on, winchester. be ready to spill your deepest and darkest secrets to me,” you smirked.

“yeah right,” he scoffed, “i’ll be hearing all about your wet dreams in ten minutes.”

“you wish,” you laughed, picking up a dart.

after an intense twenty minutes, you were losing. the score was 17-50. all you needed was one bullseye and you could win. you were on the last dart of your turn. you focused your eyes on the taunting red circle in the middle, drawing your hand back before pushing forward and releasing the dart. you watched as it landed right in the centre, granting you the winner.

“yes,” you cheered, turning to dean with your arms up in the air.

“no no, no way,” dean said.

“i win, you lose” you said, smiling childishly.

“you are so lucky,” he spoke, shaking his head with a smile.

“it had nothing to do with luck, buddy. this is pure skill,” you bragged.

“yeah right. was landing four darts on the floor pure skill?” he teased.

“that was all part of my master plan,” you lied.

“okay,” dean said sarcastically.

“you know what time it is,” you said, picking up the little bottle.

“i don’t know if this is a good idea, y/n,” he said.

“awe are you scared?” you said, mocking him with a pout.

“no,” he scoffed.

“perfect,” you said, dropping three drops into his beer, “drink up deano.”

he chugged the beer, slamming the cup onto the table. you watched as he opened his eyes slowly, looking at you.

“how do you feel?” you asked expectantly.

“great,” he said.

you looked at him, confused. for sam, it had hit almost instantly.

“i lied. i’m really nervous. please don’t ask me anything stupid,” he blurted, causing a smile to spread on your face.

“who was your first kiss?” you asked.

“i said it was mindy jones in eighth grade but it was actually jenna mcadams in grade ten,” he said.

“go to hell, y/n,” dean said.

“aw, you couldn’t live without me,” you teased.

“you’re right,” dean said before smacking his own face.

you smiled widely, your brain working hard to find a good question to ask him. you spitfired a couple dumb questions that left you clutching your stomach.

“okay okay. can we just go back now?” dean whined.

“fine, dean. give me your keys,” you said.

“my keys? why?” he asked.

“don’t you think you’ve drank a little too much to be on the road,” you asked.

“yes,” he said.

“perfect,” you smiled innocently, sticking your hand out towards him.

he rolled his eyes, reluctantly handing you the keys. he followed you out to his car and got into the passenger seat, you started the car up, picking out a mötley crüe casette and putting it in. as you started the car, you could feel dean’s eyes burning into the side of your head.

“take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you joked.

“your music taste is really great, you know that? i mean i didn’t expect it from you but i wish it’d rub off on sam. sometimes i actually enjoy his girly shit,” he confessed.

“you like it?” you laughed.

“it’s catchy,” he said, followed by a quick, “don’t tell sam.”

you sped down the highway, kickstart my heart blasting. your window was open a little, wind blowing into the car and blowing your hair with it. it was almost a full moon and the streets were almost completely illuminated. you felt dean’s eyes on you once more. in his head, he couldn’t help but think about how perfectly the light framed your face, how it made you look almost angelic. he tried to pry his eyes from you and he prayed you wouldn’t notice him staring. he had vowed to keep his feelings for you to himself, thinking you didn’t feel the same, worried that your relationship would be ruined if he said something. he scolded himself in his head for the serum idea. he was soon broken out of his thoughts by your voice.

“you’re staring again,” you said over the music.

“sorry,” he apologized.

your eyes flicked to him quickly before you spoke again.

“so you gonna tell me why you were staring? do i have something on my face?” you asked.

“no, you just look really beautiful,” dean confessed.

“really what?” you asked, surprised and completely flattered, your cheeks heating up.

“really beautiful,” he repeated.

“you think i’m beautiful?” you asked shyly, biting your lip.

“i think you’re the most beautiful person out there,” he said.

“are you serious?” you asked, your face now hot as you held back a smile.

“well, i can’t lie,” dean said, matter-of-factly.

“dean, can i ask you something?” you said, to which he nodded.

you knew now was your chance. you really liked dean, you had for years, and you thought you felt a connection between the two of you sometimes. you’d seen the way he looked at you sometimes, you knew you were looking at him the same way when you could. you felt it when you made eye contact, when you laughed together.

“is there something between us?” you asked, eyes flickering anxiously between the boy and the road, “because i feel like there is, but i also feel like i could just be crazy.”

“i’d like there to be,” dean confessed.

“really? because i- i like you dean,” you said, making a confession of your own.

“i like you too. i have for a long time, since you started hunting with us,” he said.

“what do you like about me?” you asked, taking the opportunity.

“you’re evil,” dean smiled.

“mm, that doesn’t sound like something you like about me,” you joked.

“well,” he said before clearing his throat, “i like how your hair smells when you wash it. i like how peaceful you look when you sleep. i like how you glow when the light hits your face. i like the way you draw everyone’s attention when you step into the room. i like how easy it is for you to read people. i like how you always have sam and i’s back. i like how you care about us more than anyone ever has. i like how you don’t complain about having to listen to our problems and how you always know what to say. i like how strong and independent you are. i like how gentle you are when you patch me up. i don’t know what i don’t like about you.”

you had arrived at the motel and parked the car. it was quiet for a moment.

“i- i actually think i might love you.”

you looked up at dean, seeing the terrified look in his eyes.

“i love you too,” you smiled, pulling dean in by the shirt.

you kissed him hard, his lips moving with yours in perfect sync.

“you’re a great kisser. what do you say we take this upstairs?” dean said, making you laugh.

you nodded and followed him up to the room, his arms around your waist the whole time.

maybe the truth serum wasn’t a bad idea after all.

#dean winchester x y/n #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester

[fictionalwh0ree]

May i please request Billie x super girly/soft reader? They were friends for years and recently started dating and everyone has always questioned their relationship since they're polar opposites? Tysm!

pink bows- billie eilish

summary: you and billie are completely different, but thats what makes you great. unfortunately, not everyone sees it that way. when some of the hate gets too much, billie knows how to comfort you. word count: 1.4k warnings: none

billie eilish was indubitably the most gorgeous girl you’d ever seen. with the perfect balance of masculine and feminine energy, the perfect balance of cocky and humble, it was hard not to fall for her. you’d known since the moment the two of you became friends that you liked her in a more than just friends way. nothing had happened between the two of you until a couple months back, and when she publicly came out, she also revealed your relationship to the world.

people had known about your friendship, her posting you frequently on her story. people always replied, saying you guys were goals, your contrast being perfect. see, while billie opted for baggy clothes and a hat, you always leaned towards a tank top and a mini skirt, or a nice dress. you always stood out by her side, especially when you wore pink, which was usually. whether it was a pink purse or some detailing on your clothes, you always had it on. you loved the support you got from her fans. they were a light amongst all the hate you received as well.

so, when billie posted a photo of you two kissing, and then when she took you to the grammy’s as her date, you expected more support than what you’d got. besides the blatant homophobia, your dissimilarity had gone from something that made you “goals” to something that got in the way of dating. you received many messages saying things like “what do they even have to talk abt?” or “they literally have nothing in common, this has to be pr.”

you focused your energy on ignoring the comments, taking moments to appreciate the supportive fans who seemed overjoyed with the announcement. when the hate seemed to slow down, billie posted you again. this time, the two of you were matching, both of you in pink tshirts. billie’s shirt was baggy and paired well with her jeans, while yours was a tighter fitting tank paired with a jean skirt. despite all the positivity, new hate comments were coming in. people accused you of trying to turn her into you, saying you were taking away from her style. this was only on one end of the scale, your dms had become flooded with death threats too.

it started to become a lot. you started to pull away from billie a little, taking a little longer to answer her messages, making excuses to not see her, avoiding being in any photos she took. you couldn’t avoid her forever, though. billie wasn’t stupid. being new to the relationship meant you were both afraid to have serious discussions, worried about how it would turn out. on your side, you were scared that billie would think you were stupid or weak for letting the haters get to you. on her side, she was scared to ask what was wrong, worried that you’d either fallen out of love with her or that she’d push you too far.

the last straw was when you finally made plans with her to go get food. she stopped in your driveway, knowing you were probably strapping your heels or running back for your keys that were adorned with a pink bow, and pulled out her phone. she didn’t even realize when you’d walked out of the house until you pulled open the car door. she looked up at you, smiling, until she took in your outfit. you were in simple jeans with a black long sleeve, basic shoes, your hair down, and no makeup. there wasn’t a hint of pink, or girliness, in your outfit. her smile faltered and she tilted her head to the side in confusion. you planted a kiss on her lips in greeting.

“hey,” you said.

“hi,” she said back, uncertainty still evident.

“whats wrong?” you asked, knowing full well what was up.

she started the car, beginning the drive before she spoke again.

“uhm, nothing,” she said, “its just… i’ve never seen you in an outfit like this.”

“do you not like it?” you asked, worried, “i-i just wasn’t feeling the pink.”

“no no, you look great baby,” billie objected, “but, you weren’t feeling the pink? i never thought i’d hear that from you.”

“does it matter?” you snapped, “we’re just going to get food. sorry i don’t wanna put on a dress and heels.”

you crossed your arms, looking out the window. you heard billie sigh and if you would’ve been looking, you would’ve seen the way she bit her lip in thought and glanced over at you, plotting her next words.

“y/n whats been up with you recently?” billie asked nervously.

“what do you mean?” you said.

“well, i don’t know, you just haven’t been yourself recently,” she took a breath, considering whether or not she’d say what had been on her mind.

“do you- do you not like me anymore or something?” she said, eyes flicking between you and the road.

“no, no, billie, thats not it. i promise,” you said, turning to face her while grabbing her hand off the console.

“okay,” she said, smiling a little out of relief, “then what is it? and don’t say nothing.”

“honestly,” you breathed out, “i was just trying to fit in with you more.”

“fit in with me more?” she asked, confused.

“i don’t know, it feels kind of stupid to say,” you confessed honestly.

“it’s not stupid, baby, i promise. just tell me,” she comforted, placing a kiss on the back of your hand.

“well, ever since we went public, i’ve been getting all these comments and dms about how i’m taking away from your style when we match, and how we don’t match, and how we look like a pr stunt because i dress in pink and girly and you don’t,” you said, looking down.

“i guess i just got tired of it. i want people to see us and know we’re together, for real,” you muttered.

“y/n,” billie said, squeezing your hand, “how could you call that stupid?”

“i just shouldn’t have let the hate get to me,” you said.

“its not your fault,” she said, finally arriving at the restaurant drive through.

you sat still for a moment as she ordered the food and picked it up. she parked in the parking lot, finally looking over to you for more than a second.

“y/n, i like your style. i don’t want you to change, for me or for anyone else. part of what makes us work is that we’re different. i know its annoying having people think it isn’t real, but we know the truth, that’s what matters,” she said, taking your hand in hers and placing a kiss on the back again.

you looked at her, biting your lip shyly. you smiled slightly, trying to fight it a little, but it was hard. your cheeks were burning as you looked at her.

“there’s that pretty smile,” she cooed, smiling back at you.

“i love you,” you said.

“i love you more,” she replied, leaning over the console to kiss you on the lips.

she snagged your house keys from the cup holders in the middle, untying the pink ribbon that adorned it.

“give me your hand,” she spoke.

you offered it to her and she gently picked up your left hand, carefully tying a bow on your ring finger, making you blush harder. you quickly rooted through your own bag, finding and untying the pink bow that was on your car keys.

“give me yours,” you said.

she gave it to you, and you tied the ribbon on her ring finger, just as she had done to you, before leaning over to kiss her lips briefly. you pulled away, holding her hand and admiring the two pink bows, knowing one day those bows would become rings.

“lets go,” you said.

she pulled out of the parking lot and as she drove, you snagged a picture of your hands, one that was sure to become a wallpaper, a constant reminder of your love and how it transcends what anyone thinks.

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dean winchester

4 + 1

four times you and dean almost got caught together and the one time you actually got caught (3.5k).

best of five

after wrapping up a hunt, you go for a drink with dean. he challenges you to a game of darts, but when the game is tied 2-2, dean ups the stakes, changing the entire trajectory of the night (2k).

one game

when one of your regulars dies mysteriously, two boys come in and help solve his case, but not without a beer at your bar every evening. when the case is finally solved, one of the boys challenges you to a game of pool in exchange for a drink (1.4k).

sam winchester

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