fandoms ྀིྀི marvel cinematic universe ; harry potter ; star wars ; descendants ; call of duty ; the last of us ; avatar ; avid reader ; outer banks ; maleficent
stan list ྀིྀི billie eilish, tom hiddleston, paige bueckers, loki friggason, draco malfoy, lana del rey, ariana grande, natasha romanoff, harry hook, steph curry, simon "ghost" riley, könig, jasper hale & more. . .
hi love ! i LUV ur billie texts sm ! could you do one (like a few separate messages like usual) where there's different scenarios of you and billie comforting each other? like some of us comforting her and some of her comforting us? and we could be angry or just sad or anxious or nervous something? if not that's okay babe ! ilysm !
omg ofc i can, this is so late im so sorry LMFAOO. also these are kinda ass so like bare with me while i cook up some better ones
SYPNOSIS: fresh off a big east game win, paige and the uconn team go to madison square garden to watch Y/N—basketball star by day, rockstar by night—rock the stage for a post-game concert. as Y/N drops to the floor and strums her guitar with raw, sensual flair, every note and smirk sends paige spiraling into a delicious obsession. surrounded by playful teases from the team, paige finds herself totally undone—caught between fierce admiration and a need to shout it from the rooftops.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: inspired by billie eilish playing guitar, i just feel like paige is the type to get horny when she sees her gf playing the electric guitar
WORD COUNT: 977
PAIGE’S POV | THIRD PERSON
Ever since Y/N came on stage, I was transfixed by her ability to control such a big crowd. For ever, I’ve been wanting to see her perform live, and not just in the comforts of the team’s dorm room, but on stage where she belonged.
After playing a heavy game against Louisville the night before in New York for Big East, she planned a while ago to have a show at Madison Square Garden if we won. The whole team was there, standing in an exclusive VIP section along with a few other celebrities.
My talented girl could do anything. Basketball? The best shooter I know, and could lock up anyone on defense. Volleyball? Always putting in drive, risking her body to make sure the ball stayed in the air. And singing? God… She was a walking siren, transfixing anyone who dared to listen with the power of her voice.
As she moved around the stage, she engaged with the crowd. Locking eyes with fans, who turned around to the person beside them screaming about how she looked at them. Microphone in hand, she jumped around the stage moving to the beat of her music.
There was always something that drew me into her, but seeing her underneath the spotlight, in her element… Man, I couldn’t dare to look away. She was performing ‘Lunch,’ a song that I’ve been dying to hear live because of how sensual it is. Everytime I hear it, it takes me back to that moment when we were in bed, limbs tangled, heavily panting from the activities of the night.
I COULD EAT THAT GIRL FOR LUNCH
…SHE DANCES ON MY TONGUE
Since that night she told me she wrote this song about me before we even had relations made me fall for her even more. Knowing she was into me as much as I was to her was something that made me feel as if I could touch the clouds.
She wrapped the electric guitar around her shoulders. The body of the guitar sleek, the blood-red color shining as if made from a star. The edges were smooth, round enough to sit comfortably on her torso.
I KNOW IT’S JUST A HUNCH
… BUT SHE MIGHT BE THE ONE (one x3)
She sang in her mic, one hand on the neck of the guitar while the other one held her microphone. She quickly went to the microphone stand, clicking it into place before the guitar bridge.
As the bridge started, Y/N’s fingers danced across the strings with effortless confidence. Her head was thrown back, lips parted as she blew out breaths from running around the stage. She looked back down to her hands playing the guitar, biting her lip and scrunching her eyes.
She was a sight for sore eyes under the flashing lights—sweat beading on her forehead, giving her an ethereal glow. A smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth, as if she knew what she was doing to the crowd. I could barely breathe.
“Yo… Paige is gone,” Azzi mumbled beside me, just loud enough for Aubrey to hear her. Aubrey turned over to me, looking at my flushed face and adoring eyes.
Y/N moved to the side of the stage where we faced her, my throat went dry. Her fingers worked the guitar like a second nature, her veins popping in her forearm glistening with sweat. An intense look on her face, focusing on the heavy strings of the guitar.
Then, facing our way, she dropped on knee down on the stage. Her body rolled with the rhythm, kneeling down on the stage. Her back arched slightly as she leaned back, hair sticking to her face from the damp sweat.
“Oh my God,” I whispered to myself, palms becoming clammy.
Ice and KK laughed beside me, I paid them no mind. “Girl, you good?” Ice asked, hand on stomach to prevent herself from laughing in my face. I moved my hands up to the rail in front of me, knuckles whitening to my grip.
“She's not good,” KK laughed, hand on Ice’s shoulder as she hunched over laughing. She leaned forward a little to see my face, “That girl is pussy-whipped.”
I paid them no mind. My breath hitched when Y/N laid all the way back on the stage, her back arched as the guitar rested on her stomach. Such a sensual pose the whole crowd screamed how I felt—but over the screaming I swear I heard my heart pound a million miles per second.
“She's finna bust a nut looking at her like that,” a slightly tipsy Aubrey said, drink in hand.
“She looks like she's about to jump on the stage,” said Sarah with a sly grin. “Some one give her a cold towel.”
I couldn't take my eyes off her, not for a second. The short guitar riff part feeling like years as I watched her play, dragging out each note with sensual precision. None of the screaming crowd registered for me—my eyes locked in a tunnel vision. Just Y/N on the floor, playing that goddamn guitar like it was meant for sin.
My body was reacting before she even started playing the guitar. But now? Shit. Heart racing, thighs clenching, breath catching every time she looked our way in anticipation that she would see what she did to me.
God, I’m so gone for her. I thought. And I’m sure Y/N knew how gone I am for her too. Because when she opened her eyes after leaning back up, towards the end, she looked towards us. More particularly, me.
She smirked—slow and smug—and winked. Her teasing manner wrecked me inside, turning me inside out and wanting to have my way with her right then and there.
“Yep,” said Jana. “She's a goner.”
MAK'S CORNER 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋🎧ྀི — i fear i got too caught up in billie electric guitar edits and paige edits...
