Billie Eilish Imagines

In The Gutter

tw: murder and violence

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"This'll be an easy one." Billie noted as she licked her lips.

"Lemme see." You demanded, holding your hand out for the binoculars she was holding.

She handed them to you and you placed them over my eyes, pointing them in the direction of the wiry man as he got into his blue convertible. He was wearing a red plaid shirt with jeans and tennis shoes, and looked to be in his mid to late forties; balding and skinny. Easy to overpower.

Almost too easy.

"Are you sure?" You asked her. "Doesn't really seem like much of a challenge."

She scoffed. "You see that car, baby?"

"Well, yeah-"

"Exactly. And there's a lot more where that came from. The man is rich as fuck and lives alone. If we're gonna do this, we might as well get more than just a thrill. Don't you know daddy always does her research?"

You smiled as you carefully lowered the binoculars, allowing her to reach over and tuck your hair behind your ear, kissing you on the cheek. She began tracing her lips down your neck until you heard an engine start up and saw the convertible begin to back out of its parking space.

"Showtime." Billie smirked.

She quickly started up the matte black dodge challenger and crept forward behind the convertible, careful not to draw too much attention.

You shivered with anticipation as she pulled out onto the road, speeding up steadily.

She reached over and took your hand, bringing it to her lips before laying a soft kiss on your skin. "I love you."

"Love you too." You smiled.

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The ride didn't take too long, and before you knew it you were parked on the side of the road in some suburban neighborhood, surrounded by houses that could really be classified as mansions.

It was practically dark out now, and Billie flipped the interior light on to carefully study her watch, waiting until it ticked to the perfect second.

You never knew how she did it, but she always made sure the timing was perfect.

No evidence.

That was the phrase that she drove into your head over and over again.

No evidence, no evidence, no evidence.

It had worked out well for you so far.

As soon as the clock ticked to its perfect time, Billie switched off the light and killed the engine.

That was your signal to get the supplies.

You got out carefully, as always, and crept around to the trunk before popping it open. You grabbed the large black duffel bag and two backpacks before closing it again and getting back in the passenger seat.

Billie competed her usual routine, unzipping the duffel bag and making sure each and every item was accounted for, before taking out the two pairs of gloves and some ski masks and handing you one of each.

Then you each threw a backpack over your shoulders.

"Ready?" She asked.

You offered a curt nod, your excitement continuing to grow.

She gave a thumbs up before you both exited the car ever so silently, and began the short trek to the home at the very end of the street.

Invisibility was key, of course, so you both stayed completely silent while avoiding the direct paths of light coming from the streetlamps above.