i feel like people are taking this situation too personal… I get that some people are shocked, i was too, but being upset? She has never labelled herself, she doesn’t owe us anything
Still, bisexuality is real, and because she has had an era of her life, perhaps, more focused on women that doesn’t erase that she can still be attracted to men
She has said that she hoped her love live (sexuality included) was never public, and i think this whole thing is one of the reasons why
If you are billie’s fan you’ll be happy that she is happy, and the rest won’t matter… you can still enjoy the songs she wrote for women. Her dating a man doesn’t invalidate them
people's comments about billie and nat pissing me off so bad. "during pride too" hey so bisexuality is a thing!!!!!!! btw!!!!!! bisexual people are just as valid as everyone else!!!!!!
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Pairing: Billie Eilish x fem!reader
Words: 0.9K
Warnings: smut
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Part 1
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[So this is, I think, my second time writing smut, so bare that in mind. I don't think it's very good. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it]
As soon as they were backstage, Billie grabbed Y/n's hand and dragged her along. They rushed past the singer’s crew, who tried to congratulate them, but all they got in response was a terse, “Someone take my stuff back to the hotel, please.” The crew watched as Billie and Y/n sprinted toward the parking lot.
“Billie, slow down,” Y/n called out, but Billie didn’t seem to hear. Her mind was elsewhere, her face set with determination.
It was no secret that Billie liked speed, but tonight, Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that they were in real danger. She stole a quick glance at her girlfriend, who was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles were white. It wasn’t anger that caused the tension—Y/n could tell that much.
Billie hadn’t said a word—nothing during the drive, and nothing as they entered the hotel lobby. She ignored the worker who greeted them, leaving Y/n to mumble quick apologies as she struggled to keep up. In seconds, Billie was already standing at the elevator, waiting for it to arrive.
The ride up was no better. The air was thick with tension. Billie fiddled with her fingers, while Y/n’s gaze stayed fixed on her girlfriend’s clenched hands, wondering what had her so wound up.
As soon as they stepped inside the room, Billie had Y/n pressed against the door, no space between them, lips almost brushing, breaths mixing. And then a low, lustful whisper, “You have no idea how much I missed you”
“Yeah?” Y/n tried to sound confident, but her voice cracked at the tension and anticipation.
“Yeah, baby… Also you looked so good on stage” The singer, if it was possible, stepped even closer, chests pressing together with heavy breaths. “But I think you will look better under me”. And as Y/n whimpered, Billie snapped, crashing their lips together in a rough, desperate kiss. Hands were everywhere, both girls gripping at what they could, clothes, skin, hair.
Y/n pulled apart to catch her breath, just for her girlfriend to attach her lips to her neck, knowingly leaving marks, sucking and licking, as Y/n shuddered under her. Billie placed her hands on her tights, and tapped on her side, so she jumped wrapping her legs around her waist, as the black haired girl directed them to the bed.
Billie took the opportunity to watch Y/n up and down, eyes trailing through her, yet, clothed body. “I think this clothes have to come off”, her girlfriend just nodded, but apparently that wasn’t enough for her, “Words, babygirl”
“Yes, please, Billie, take them”
And she just did. Slowly, teasing. First the hoodie, then the shirt underneath, fingers barely touching Y/n’s burning skin. Billie’s lips immediately returned to the exposed skin, kissing Y/n’s collarbones, and started to slowly trail down, stopping above the thin bra that gave away Y/n hardened nipples. She softly kissed them, making Y/n back arch, “Love, please, don’t tease”
“But this is just too fun, watching how desperate you are for me” But she still unclasped Y/n’s bra, throwing it somewhere, not that they did mind. Before returning to Y/n, Billie took her shirt off, too hot to wear it anymore. A hand went straight to one boob, lips to the other one, Y/n a panting mess at that point. Her hand went to Billie’s head, pushing her down, “Patience, mama”, she could feel her smirk on her skin. Y/n let a frustrated huff, “Fuck that, Billie, I- I really need you”
“If you ask so nicely” Billie finally left her chest, trailing down with sloppy kisses, marking her here and there. She thought about teasing a bit more, but decided to give her girlfriend what she wanted. When she reached Y/n’s core, she blew on it, sending another wave of shivers through her that turned into a gasp when Billie finally pressed her lips on her clit.
Her hand tugged Billie’s hair, making the singer release a moan, as she picked one of her legs and placed it on her shoulder. Y/n had barely noticed the change of posture, when two fingers were deep inside her, “God, you are already so tight, gonna cum soon?”
“Please, don’t stop”
And she didn’t, she quickened her pace, both fingers and mouth working on a crumbling Y/n. It was soon when she felt her muscles go rigid, shaking as she was brought to her high, undoing under Billie’s touch, who slowed her moments as her breath became steady.
“That’s it baby” She made her way up, their lips combining in a tender kiss after all the lust. “How are you feeling?”. One thing about Billie, she was the sweetest at the aftercare. She was the perfect mix between hard and soft.
“I’m feeling great, that was amazing… I missed you so much” Y/n placed herself on Billie’s chest, hearing the slow beating of her heart. “I promise I’ll return it, but I’m about to fall asleep, today was stressful”
“Don’t worry, bubs, I know you will” Billie threaded her finger through Y/n’s hair, her voice being barely a whisper. “Thank you so much for today, honestly… I don’t deserve you”
“You deserve the world, my love” Y/n kissed her quickly, before resting back on her chest, their eyes never leaving each other’s. She raised her hand to stroke Billie’s cheek, making her eyes flutter at the feeling, “I love you so much”
i dont think ive ever written a second part this fast… my first time trying something smuttier 🤭 idk if it will be any good but youll be the judge of that
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Pairing: Billie Eilish x fem!reader
Words: 1.1K
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The arena buzzed with excitement as fans filled the stands. Y/n, arriving late, knew there was no chance Billie would spot her by mistake—after all, her girlfriend was notoriously observant, especially when it came to her. She had sent a message pretending to be back in LA, knowing that, under normal circumstances, Billie wouldn't call before the show due to the time difference.
Just before the opening act, a staff member stepped on stage, catching the attention of the fans who looked around, confused. This wasn’t part of the usual show. The staff member spoke into the mic, “Hey, Melbourne! I know you're probably wondering what's going on right now, but I’m here on behalf of Billie’s team.” Whispers rippled through the crowd, some curious, others concerned. What was happening? Had something gone wrong?
“It’s nothing bad, we just need to ask you a favour. There’s a surprise for Billie at the end of the show, and we’d like you to please refrain from screaming or acknowledging it when you see it. We want her to be completely surprised, so just keep enjoying the show until she notices it, alright? We know you can do it,” the staff member continued.
With that, they exited the stage, leaving the fans buzzing with excitement, knowing that tonight’s show would be unlike any other.
Billie’s team had been careful to ensure she wouldn’t overhear anything backstage. Music blasted loudly as she was kept busy, and they had told her to head to the furthest room for her makeup, claiming it had better lighting. Billie, eager to perform, didn’t seem to notice how strange her team was acting.
As soon as Billie hit the stage, Y/n received a text from Finneas: You can come now. Thank goodness she had booked a hotel near the stadium. A tinted van picked her up, and within ten minutes, she arrived at the venue, greeted by warm hugs and smiles from Billie’s team.
She dropped her things in Billie’s room and quickly grabbed one of the singer’s hoodies to throw on. A member of the sound team helped her get her in-ears ready, and to blend in with the staff, she slipped on a security jacket, pulled a scarf over her face, and topped it off with a hat, hoping to avoid being recognized by fans.
She waited backstage, heart pounding as Happier Than Ever started to play. A real security guard came to escort her to the stage. Y/n moved forward, trying to keep her focus away from Billie, so she wouldn't feel her gaze. The nervous thumping of her heart was so loud, she could hear it over the music.
The guard led her under the stage as the song played on. Once safely out of view, Y/n quickly changed into her stage costume, letting out a sigh of relief. No one had noticed her, or if they had, they were good fans who kept the surprise under wraps.
The moment she had been waiting for arrived when she heard Billie’s voice introducing the last song of the night.
“Wow, Melbourne, you’ve been amazing! I’m so sad it’s ending. These past few weeks in Australia have made me so happy,” Billie said, her voice full of emotion.
The crowd erupted, and Y/n couldn’t help but smile. It had been so long since she’d seen Billie this content. Every time they talked about her time in Australia, there was a relaxed glow on her face.
“Thank you so much. Honestly. This last song is one of my favorites because I wrote it thinking about the most beautiful person I know—someone I miss so much. Y/n, bubs, I know you’re watching... I love you so much.”
Y/n felt a tear slide down her cheek as the crowd went wild. While their relationship wasn’t exactly a secret—fans often saw them posting about each other or attending events together—they kept much of their private lives just that: private. Still, their fans adored them, always respecting their boundaries.
“Now, I want to call my brother, Finneas, to the stage to help me with this last song. Here’s Birds of a Feather—I hope you enjoy it.”
The song began, with Finneas playing guitar, expertly distracting Billie as Y/n made her way onto the stage.
I want you to stay
'Til I'm in the grave
'Til I rot away, dead and buried
'Til I'm in the casket, you carry
As the lyrics filled the air, Y/n climbed the stairs, mic in hand. When she stepped onto the stage, gasps rippled through the crowd. Her voice joined Billie’s, and the singer glanced at her brother, confused. Finneas simply nodded toward Y/n, who was still singing.
Billie turned, almost dropping her microphone in shock as she saw her girlfriend. Her mouth fell open, eyes impossibly wide. Y/n laughed at the reaction, pausing to lean into the mic with a quiet, “Hi.”
The crowd went wild as Billie shook her head, still stunned. Without hesitation, the two girls embraced in a tight hug, the audience cheering them on. Billie spun Y/n around, holding her close as they shared the moment.
When they finally pulled apart, Billie’s hand cupped Y/n’s face, her expression one of disbelief. Y/n read her lips as Billie whispered, “How?”
Y/n smiled and whispered back, “Later,” pointing to Finneas, who wore a soft, proud smile. Billie turned and embraced her brother, silently thanking him.
Y/n took the opportunity to speak to the crowd. “Hey, Melbourne! How’s everyone doing? I just want to thank you all for keeping this secret with me. You were incredible!”
Billie, still laughing, added over the loudspeakers, “Wait… you all knew and didn’t tell me? I feel betrayed by my own fans!”
The crowd erupted in laughter.
“Don’t be mad at them, it was my doing,” Y/n replied, reaching for Billie’s hand.
Billie smirked. “Alright… So, shall we give them our song?”
Y/n nodded, placing a kiss on top of Billie’s head and exchanging a glance with Finneas, signaling they were ready to go.
As the song played on, the girls made an effort to interact with the crowd, sharing looks and smiles throughout. Billie often found herself admiring how easily Y/n moved across the stage, despite not being a singer herself. Meanwhile, Y/n couldn’t stop gazing at Billie, sending her playful winks whenever she could.
By the time the final notes of the song played, the two girls met center stage, singing the last lyrics to each other. For a brief moment, it felt like they were the only two people in the world.
I knew you in another life
You had that same look in your eyes
I love you, don’t act so surprised
When the final chord struck, they melted into a tight hug. Billie pressed against Y/n’s chest, inhaling the scent she’d missed so much. The two pulled apart, their foreheads resting together, beaming with happiness. Y/n locked eyes with Billie as she mouthed, “I love you.”
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Pairing: Billie Eilish x singer!fem!reader
Words: 0.8K
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[So, sabrina carpenter's songs are reader's in this]
Showing her music to people had always been nerve-wracking for Y/n—especially when that person was Billie Eilish. Her girlfriend. A singer. A songwriter. Someone who wrote her own songs with her brother and whose opinion meant everything to Y/n.
Billie had always been honest with her, which she appreciated. But that didn’t make it any less terrifying.
So when Y/n, curled up in bed with Billie, casually mentioned that she wanted to show her some new songs from the album she was working on, Billie lit up instantly.
“Right now?!” she asked, already halfway to pulling Y/n out of bed.
“Baby,” Y/n groaned, laughing as she held onto the blanket. “Can’t you wait at least eight more hours?”
Billie huffed dramatically before snuggling closer into Y/n’s chest. “Alriiiight,” she mumbled. “But first thing in the morning.”
“Anything you want, love.” Y/n kissed the top of her head, and just like that, they drifted into sleep.
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That’s how they ended up at the studio by 9 a.m. sharp.
Billie, still buzzing with excitement, practically dragged Y/n inside, her eyes gleaming. Meanwhile, Y/n watched her with so much adoration that it made Billie’s cheeks turn pink.
Noticing this, Y/n laughed and leaned in to peck her cheek. “I love making you blush. You look so cute.”
“I’ll show you cute,” Billie huffed, pretending to be offended.
“Oh no, I’m so scared,” Y/n teased, pushing open the door. She barely caught Billie muttering something under her breath—something along the lines of you should be. And if she didn’t have to shake certain thoughts out of her head at that moment, she’d be lying.
Once inside, Billie made herself comfortable on the couch while Y/n set up the session—connecting the speakers, preparing the tracks, and grabbing the wireless keyboard. When everything was ready, she walked over and settled herself between Billie’s legs, leaning back against her chest as Billie wrapped her arms around her waist.
“Ready?” Y/n asked, though her voice betrayed her nerves.
Billie could tell. So instead of answering right away, she kissed Y/n’s shoulder, tightening her grip around her. “Don’t be nervous, baby. I know I’m gonna love them.”
“I know,” Y/n exhaled, tilting her head slightly. “But I always get anxious when showing you my music. I don’t know if it’s because this isn’t exactly your usual style, or if it’s just because I care about your opinion so much… Maybe both? I just—” She sighed. “I just want to make you proud.”
Billie pressed another soft kiss to her skin, then another, knowing it would help ease the tension in Y/n’s shoulders. “I’m already proud of you,” she murmured. “And I’ll always love anything you do.”
Y/n let out a small, relieved breath. “Okay,” she nodded. “So, I have four songs to show you—Juno, Slim Pickings, Good Graces, and Sharpest Tool.”
Billie grinned. “Let’s do it. They already sound amazing.”
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After about twenty minutes, all the songs had played through. Y/n took a deep breath before turning to face Billie, eager—but also terrified—to hear her thoughts. She had insisted on letting Billie listen to them all in one go, though that hadn’t stopped her girlfriend from making the occasional excited comment:
"Oh, that vocal run—""Babe, these lyrics are insane.""That guitar? Absolutely unreal."
Now, with the final notes fading into silence, Y/n hesitated. She busied herself with playing with Billie’s rings, avoiding direct eye contact. “So… what do you think?”
Billie, however, wasn’t having that. Gently, she took Y/n’s chin between her fingers, tilting her face up until their eyes met.
“I cannot believe you were so nervous to show me these,” she said, shaking her head in disbelief. “They were amazing. You are amazing.”
Y/n’s entire face lit up. “You actually liked them?”
Billie huffed, feigning exasperation. “Yes! How many times do I have to tell you? Like I said before, I love everything you do. Always.” She tucked a strand of hair behind Y/n’s ear. “Wanna know my favorite one?”
“Obviously,” Y/n said, grinning as she shifted back into Billie’s arms, tilting her head slightly to still see those familiar blue eyes.
“Juno,” Billie answered without hesitation.
That caught Y/n off guard. She didn’t know what she had been expecting, but it definitely wasn’t that. “Wait—really? Why?”
Billie smirked, her fingers tracing slow circles on Y/n’s waist. “I mean, I loved all of them. But now you’ve officially put the idea of a mini you in my head, and I’m afraid there’s no going back.”
Y/n’s eyes widened as she let out an amused laugh. “Billie.”
“Give me one. Right now.”
Y/n died laughing, shaking her head at her girlfriend’s ridiculous—and very on-brand—impulsiveness. She decided to play along. “Okay, see, I love that you think that, but for some reason, I don’t think we can exactly make that happen right now.”
“Oh, I know it won’t work,” Billie admitted easily. “But we can still try.”
Before Y/n could protest, Billie was already pressing slow, lingering kisses along her neck, her lips warm and soft. Y/n sighed, instinctively tilting her head to give her more space.
“Yeah,” she murmured, her breath hitching slightly. “That… we can definitely do.”
hey baby i hope you’ve been good💗 could you maybe try to write a fic or headcannons for a billie x singer! reader kind of thing? where reader kinda takes the place of someone like Sabrina or Melanie Martinez, someone who has a very different aesthetic from billie? and also maybe billie’s reaction to readers music and her favorite song from reader? thank you lovely get to it if you can 🎀
I’m on it!!! But I just sant to say that I am a slow writer, because I need to be fully inspired to actually write something decent, if not I get to frustrated
So… I am writting, but I need time but i did not want you to think I am ignoring the requests… Keep sending!!! 💚
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Pairing: Billie Eilish x fem!reader
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[So after everything that happened, I really wanted to write something cute and happy for the Grammys, I've been obssessed with Billie these last days, so I hope you like it!!!]
The alarm went off earlier than usual on the morning of the Grammys. Y/n stirred beneath the covers, stretching an arm out to find her girlfriend—only to be met with an empty, cold spot. She frowned. If there was one thing she knew about Billie, it was how much she despised getting out of bed without spending a few minutes tangled together, exchanging sleepy kisses.
With a sigh, Y/n lazily pulled her hair into a messy bun and grabbed one of Billie’s oversized sweatshirts. If they were already huge on the singer, Y/n practically drowned in them, despite being taller than her girlfriend. But that’s exactly what made them so cozy.
She padded toward the kitchen, where she found Billie perched on a stool, hands wrapped around a steaming cup of tea. Y/n approached her from behind, wrapping an arm around her waist and resting her chin on her girlfriend’s shoulder. It was only then that she noticed how tense Billie was.
“Good morning, my love,” Y/n murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. But instead of the usual warm response, Billie only managed a small, tight-lipped smile—more a grimace than anything.
Y/n’s brows furrowed. Something’s up.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” she asked, concern evident in her voice.
Billie let out a heavy sigh, finally turning in Y/n’s embrace to face her. “Sorry, baby. It’s just… I’m a bit stressed about tonight.” She hesitated, then ran a hand through her hair. “Claudia called me before the alarm went off. Turns out Finneas woke up feeling sick… and he lost his voice. Like, he literally can’t sing, and I don’t know what to do.”
“Oh, babe, I’m so sorry,” Y/n said sincerely. “But I know you’ll figure something out. Have you talked to your team?” As she spoke, she absentmindedly ran her fingers through Billie’s hair, knowing it always helped calm her—even just a little.
“I called my mom, and she said I have two options: find someone to do the harmonies while Finneas plays guitar, or sing without them and just have him play.”
Y/n nodded, considering it. “What do you want to do?” she asked, pulling away briefly to make herself a cup of coffee. She missed the way Billie immediately pouted at the loss of her touch. Once her drink was ready, Y/n returned to her girlfriend’s side, taking Billie’s hand in hers and tracing slow, soothing circles on her knuckles.
“Finneas says he’ll still be okay to play, so that’s not the issue,” Billie admitted. “But I would really like someone to sing with me. It gives the song more depth, y’know? Makes it feel… fuller.”
Y/n took a thoughtful sip of her coffee. “That makes sense. Is there anyone you can call? I mean, you still have one more rehearsal—you could try it out with someone and see how it feels.”
Billie fell silent, deep in thought. A few moments later, a small smile tugged at her lips as she turned to face Y/n again.
“Baby,” she started sweetly. “You know I love you, right?”
Y/n narrowed her eyes, immediately suspicious. “Of course I know… Why?”
Billie hesitated, her blue eyes wide and pleading. “Well… You obviously know the lyrics to the song…”
Y/n’s stomach dropped. “…Yeah?”
“You’ve been to every rehearsal, so you know exactly where Finneas comes in…”
“Billie…”
“And even if you don’t believe it, you do have an amazing voice…”
Y/n’s eyes widened. “I do not like where this is going.”
Billie pressed her lips together before finally blurting it out. “Sooo… Maybe… Remember that I love you so, so much… but maybe you could—I don’t know—sing with me tonight?” She whispered the last part, voice pitching higher as she looked at Y/n with the most hopeful expression imaginable.
Y/n stared at her. “Babe. That is crazy.” She set her coffee down, heart rate already spiking. “I have never sung in front of anyone—barely anyone. And you want me to do it at the Grammys? In front of actual singers? I cannot do that. I’m not prepared. We’ve never even sung your song together—it might not even work!”
Panic was creeping into her voice now, but she also refused to meet Billie’s gaze. She knew that if she looked into those big, ocean-blue eyes, she’d be done for.
Billie took both of Y/n’s hands in hers. “Love, I trust you. I know you can do it. And, like you said, we still have one more rehearsal. Just try it—for me? Please?”
Y/n groaned, running a hand down her face. She was losing this battle fast.
“I don’t know… Are you completely sure you wouldn’t be better off on your own?” she tried one last time.
Billie shook her head, voice unwavering. “I’ll never be better than when I’m with you.”
Y/n exhaled sharply, already knowing she’d caved. Billie could ask her for the moon, and she’d find a way to bring it to her.
“I hate that I love you so much,” she grumbled. “You better make it up to me later.”
Billie smirked, immediately tugging Y/n closer by the hem of the sweatshirt, pulling her between her legs. One hand found its way to Y/n’s waist, the other tilting her chin up until their lips were just inches apart.
“Oh, you bet I will,” Billie murmured before capturing Y/n’s lips in a slow, deep kiss—soft, yet full of passion.
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Much to Y/n’s dismay, the rehearsal went way too smoothly. Her voice blended perfectly with Billie’s, something she had no choice but to admit. And despite the nerves that had plagued her all morning, she found herself feeling… a little more confident, comforted by the presence of the siblings—Finneas strumming the guitar beside her, Billie performing so effortlessly that it almost felt natural to join in. Her girlfriend hadn’t stopped showering her with compliments, making sure she knew just how amazing she was.
Now, as they got ready for the night, their hotel room was packed with stylists, makeup artists, and assistants bustling around to make sure they looked their best. Clothes were everywhere—red carpet looks, performance outfits, even afterparty choices. It was overwhelming, but Y/n took it all in stride. She’d do anything for Billie, and she’d do it a hundred times over.
“Baby?”
Y/n snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of Billie’s voice. She hummed in acknowledgment, letting her know she was listening.
“I was thinking… Since you’ll be on stage with me tonight, maybe you could also join me on the red carpet?” Billie hesitated before continuing, her voice softer. “I know we weren’t planning to confirm our relationship, but I kinda want to… I want to hold your hand and kiss you without worrying about the cameras.”
Y/n smiled, warmth blooming in her chest. “I think today’s perfect,” she agreed. “Besides, bringing me as your plus one would’ve already been suspicious. Not that we’re very discreet anyway. People really don’t believe our ‘we’re just friends’ speech anymore.”
They both laughed, knowing she was right. They had never officially confirmed anything, but they had never exactly hidden it either. They were private—but that didn’t mean they had to pretend.
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Y/n had no idea how Billie remained so composed throughout the entire evening. Just walking the red carpet had her stressing, but she thought she’d done pretty well—posing for pictures, both together and separately, sneaking fond glances at Billie when the singer wasn’t looking.
She had met so many artists she admired, with Billie proudly introducing her to people like Sabrina Carpenter and Chappell Roan, all while Y/n tried very hard not to freak out. But no matter how nerve-wracking it was, the steady presence of Billie’s hand on her back kept her grounded. The singer made sure she was okay at all times—whether by asking directly, squeezing her hand, or simply locking eyes from across the room.
But now, as they stood backstage, changed into their performance outfits, Y/n’s nerves returned—stronger than ever.
She tried to hide it, not wanting to add to Billie’s stress, but of course her girlfriend saw right through her.
A few minutes before stepping on stage, Billie pulled her into a hug, making her look at her.
“You’re going to do great, baby. I know it. Just like in rehearsals.”
“Yeah… except this time, real singers will be watching.”
Billie smirked. “And? I’ll be there. Finneas will be there. If it gets too overwhelming, just look at me, alright?”
Y/n exhaled shakily but nodded. “Okay. Let’s do this.”
They shared a soft kiss before someone from production signaled that it was time.
Taking a deep breath, Y/n stepped behind the microphone. She could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on her chest, but then—Finneas placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. They exchanged a small smile, just as the lights dimmed.
Only for Billie to start… talking?
“Hi, guys!” Her voice echoed through the venue, casual and warm. “Normally, we don’t introduce our songs because we’re short on time, but luckily, they gave me a pass tonight.” She chuckled, the crowd responding with cheers. “This morning, we woke up to some sad news—my brother lost his voice. And, as you know, his harmonies are super important to this song. So, we had to find a solution.”
She turned slightly, glancing at Y/n with a teasing sparkle in her eyes.
“Finneas is still going to play, obviously, but tonight, someone very special to me will be singing his part.” She paused before adding, “She’s a little nervous, so if you know the song—please, help us sing. Here’s ‘Birds of a Feather’ with Finneas and Y/n!”
And just like that—it began.
At first, Y/n could barely hear herself over the sound of her own heartbeat, but as the song progressed, she found herself feeling it. The music, the moment, the presence of Billie right next to her. Every now and then, Billie would glance over, locking eyes and smiling, silently reminding her that she was right where she needed to be.
Before she knew it, it was over.
As the final note rang through the venue and the applause roared around them, Y/n barely had time to process it before Billie wrapped her in a tight hug.
“I knew you could do it! You were amazing, baby!” Billie gushed, cupping Y/n’s face and pressing quick kisses all over it.
“Says you!” Y/n laughed breathlessly. “You were born for this, my love. Thank you for trusting me.”
“I always will,” Billie murmured. “I love you so much, Y/n.”
“I love you too.”
They kissed like there was no one else around them—before finally heading back to their seats. But not before Y/n insisted on changing back into her dress, claiming she didn’t want to spend the rest of the night in a t-shirt.
Of course, Billie mocked her for it. “Nothing’s better than a t-shirt, babe.”
They continued watching the show, Billie leaning over at one point as the stage was being set for Sabrina Carpenter’s performance.
With a mischievous smirk, she whispered into Y/n’s ear, “You do know the next step is for you to sing with me on tour, right? And not just the harmonies.”
Y/n turned to her, eyes wide. “You’re kidding.”
Billie just grinned, bursting into laughter at her reaction. And, despite herself, Y/n couldn’t help but laugh too.
She shook her head, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Billie’s lips. “I was going to refuse, but… you do know all you have to do is ask.”
Hey! Please tell me you've seen Florence's new film omg I was in pieces. It just gave me the idea for a florence pugh x reader fic. They both sit down and cuddle up and watch the movie for the first time. The reader is really emotional and starts crying because florence died in the film. And florence comforts us, telling us that she's alive in real life lol and that she's here and she isn't going anywhere. She just basically lightly teases us about how cute we are being 😭
[I'm back after quite a long time! I'm over my exams, so hopefully my creativity will come back. I hope you enjoy this short fluff :)]
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Pairing: Florence Pugh x fem!reader
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As a Saturday night plan, Florence decided it would be a good idea to play her new film, We Live in Time, for her girlfriend, Y/n. Both girls cuddled on their shared sofa, Y/n lying on top of the blonde actress. They stayed that way for the entirety of the film, Florence somewhat surprised that Y/n wasn’t a crying mess by the end. In all honesty, Florence knew her girlfriend far too well to believe it didn’t take much to make her emotional.
“So, darling… what did you think?” Florence asked, shifting slightly so she could see her girlfriend’s face. Although Y/n wasn’t crying, her voice was strained and a bit tense when she replied, “That you are incredibly talented, and you should win every single award in existence.”
Florence smiled softly and didn’t press further. “Thank you, my love,” she replied before watching Y/n stand up. “I’m going to the bathroom; I’ll be right back,” Y/n said, giving her a quick peck on the lips before leaving.
About ten minutes passed, and Florence began to grow concerned. Deciding to check in on her girlfriend, she walked over to the bathroom and gently knocked on the door. “Hey, love, are you alright? You’ve been in there for a while.” She didn’t hear a response, but the door slowly opened to reveal Y/n, face puffy and red, tears streaming down her cheeks.
The sight made Florence’s worry deepen. “What’s wrong, baby?” she exclaimed, stepping forward as Y/n tried to compose herself and catch her breath.
“You just died and left a little girl without her mom,” Y/n sniffled, voice breaking. “I’d say I’m definitely not fine.”
Florence couldn’t help but laugh softly, which only made Y/n look at her with a mixture of confusion and slight offense. “Why are you laughing?” she asked, clearly not amused.
“Oh, baby,” Florence said, her voice warm with affection. “You’re a tad dramatic. You do know I’m fine, right? I’m not going anywhere—it was just a character.”
Y/n’s lips parted, offended by the casual dismissal. “Of course I know that! I’m not stupid, but it’s still your face, Florence,” she huffed, brushing past her and heading toward their bedroom.
Florence smiled fondly and followed her, gently taking Y/n’s wrist to stop her. Turning her around, she wrapped her arms tightly around the still-sniffling girl. “Come here,” she murmured, pulling Y/n into a comforting hug. Florence rested her face in the crook of her girlfriend’s neck, pressing soft kisses there and whispering soothing words. “I’m here. I’m healthy. And I am not going anywhere.”
Y/n’s breathing gradually slowed, Florence’s familiar scent and gentle kisses working their usual magic. As they pulled apart slightly, Florence cupped Y/n’s cheeks, wiping away the lingering tears with her thumbs, a loving smile on her lips.
“I’m sorry for being dramatic,” Y/n said softly, leaning into her girlfriend’s touch.
“You don’t have to apologize for anything, my love,” Florence reassured her, tilting her head slightly to meet Y/n’s eyes. She giggled lightly. “Look at you—you’re so cute with your nose all red.”
“Oh, stop it,” Y/n muttered, playfully pushing Florence away before heading back toward the living room. Florence chuckled, quickly catching up and wrapping her arms around Y/n’s waist from behind, hugging her tightly.
“What do you say we order some food and watch something that makes you happier?” Florence whispered in her ear.
Y/n perked up almost immediately. “Like Harry Potter?” she asked excitedly, turning just enough to give Florence a look with those wide, puppy-dog eyes that she knew her girlfriend couldn’t resist.
Florence sighed, pretending to be exasperated. “First of all, I know exactly what you’re doing. But… yeah, sure. Let’s watch Harry Potter for the hundred-thousandth time.”
Grinning triumphantly, Y/n kissed her cheek. “You’re the best.”
“And don’t you forget it,” Florence teased as they settled back on the couch, ready to enjoy the comfort of each other’s company once more.
After ordering some sushi, Florence headed to the sofa, where Y/n waited for her with open arms. The actress settled into her embrace, leaning in for a deep kiss. As they pulled apart to catch their breath, Florence whispered, “I love you.”
Y/n smiled, her voice soft but full of sincerity. “I love you too, darling, and your films as well—even though they make me suffer.”
