&. DANCE WITH ME 【 dance with me just one more time 】
synopsis: you meet years after your breakup at a club
pairing: ex!billie x fem!reader
w.c: 1.1k
contains: tooth rotting fluff (:
kk here: based off of this | had me stressing lol i js b saying shi ( request by anon )
When your friends asked you to go to the club with them after graduating, you didn’t hesitate before agreeing. You had been rotting in your bed for the last week, living off of instant noodles and water. You put on your shortest dress, your most danceable heels, put on your makeup, and called for an Uber.
This was the first night since finals where you could loosen up a bit, let your hair down and all of you wanted to go all out.
You could barely hear your own thoughts through the bass of the trashy music the DJ was playing, let alone your friend yelling something at you.
“WHAT?” You replied, leaning closer.
“I SAID, IS THAT BILLIE?” She repeated, pointing at someone at the bar behind you.
You made a confused face at the mention of your ex, and shook your head. “SHE DOESN’T LIVE HERE.”
You turned to look, and you had to fight to control your expression. She was wearing a hoodie with her hood up, but you’d recognise her face anywhere. She was just, holding a blended scotch, seeming to have already been staring at you.
You immediately whipped your head back around, jaw dropping. “Are we serious?” You mouthed to your friend.
Your first instinct was to run, to leave the club and go home. But then you thought about it. You’re not gonna let your ex ruin your night, you’re gonna have fun, dance and keep drinking until you can’t see straight. You felt her eyes on the back of your head for the entire time
“Hey babygirl.” You heard a guy say into your ear from behind you, his hand on your waist. You resisted the urge to shiver and cringe away from him. Instead, you turned around and politely pushed his hand off.
“No, sorry, I’m not looking for anything…” You laughed awkwardly.
“Oh come on pretty, all dolled up and you claim you’re not interested?” He muttered into your ear. “Let’s dance, get to know each other.”
You tried pushing him away, but he kept coming back. You looked around for help, seeing your friends all immersed in dancing and talking with people they were actually interested in.
In your state of panic, you turned around to see Billie staring daggers at him. As a last resort, you shoved his hand off of your hip and walked towards her. Without saying a word, you used your heel to tap against hers the way you had done a million times before. She immediately opened her legs, pulling you onto her lap with her arm, wrapping it around your waist.
The guy raised his hands in defeat, and went off to find his next victim. You were about to get up before Billie buckled you in with her shoe. “Let me go, now” You kicked her shoe, and she released you. You stepped out, shaking your head. “No. Not today Eilish, not ever.”
You’ve had enough. Your head hurt from the whiskey you had, you still felt the hands of that man burned into your waist, and you were ready to go home. Stepping out of the club, you took a deep breath of fresh air before walking to somewhere with fewer people.
“You’re just gonna leave?” You heard someone next to you say. You whipped your head around, and you saw a familiar cocky face smirking back at you.
“I saved you, y’know, you could at least talk to me.” Billie grabbed your hand, tilting her head slightly.
“Yeah, I’m gonna leave, just like how you left me back then.” You put your hand on your hip.
“Oh come on,” Billie said, exasperated. “I was like, seventeen, I had tours, concerts, songs to write… I’m sorry but it was everything and I didn’t know how to handle it.”
“It’s not that it’s- it’s fine, it’s whatever, just forget about it. It was nothing more than a little first love.” You tried to ignore the familiar feeling of her hand on yours. You missed her, of course, but you would rather die than admit that.
“Come on, we both know that’s not true, who are you kidding?”
“I know you told me you loved me, you told me you were gonna marry me, you bought a promise ring, but y’know, we were just kids and we were stupid- like, it’s fine, it’s over, let’s just go our separate ways and get over it. I just want to go home right now.”
Billie let go of your hand, and you were just thinking that she was going to let you go before pulling out a chain with a ring on it. You looked closer, and it… It was your promise ring. The ring you had taken off and thrown onto her bed the day she had broken up with you.
“Is that…” You pointed at it, your heart stopping for a second.
“…Your promise ring? Yup.”
“And why are you wearing it today?”
“Not just today, I wear it all day, every day, every concert and every meet and greet.”
You were confused. You had broken up seven years ago, and she still had it? “Why? Why would you do that?”
Billie laughed, cupped your cheek, and backed you against the wall of the alleyway.
“Here’s the thing: you were my first love, and you’re going to be my last love. Period. You’re just gonna have to catch up.”
“What- I- What are you talking about?” You sucked in a sharp breath, your eyes glued to hers.
She leaned in closer, close enough for you to smell her perfume. She hadn’t changed it. It was still the one you had bought her for her birthday in 2019.
“Tell me your heart’s not racing right now. Tell me your fingers aren’t trembling. Tell me you want me to leave and I’ll leave.”
Your breath caught and you bit your lip, eyes flicking from her face to the promise ring on her neck. “I… I don’t know if I could tell you that.”
“Mhm, exactly.” And then she’s kissing you, the same slow, gentle way she kissed you before. You kissed her back, tasting the sweetness of the scotch in her mouth.
You pulled away for air, breathless and heart hammering in your chest. “I missed you so much.” Billie pulled you into a hug, whispering into your ear. “I missed you too.” You mumbled into her shoulder.
&. CHERRY COLA 【 nobody chokes me up the way you do 】
synopsis: you meet Paige, your longtime fan, at draft night
pairing: fan!fem!paige x singer!fem!reader
w.c: 1.6k
contains: tooth rotting fluff :>
kk here: one day i’ll post twice in a row instead once in a while ( request by anon )
Anyone who knows Paige knows that she’s been obsessed with you for as long as she can remember.
Ever since she heard your song at 16, she has been hooked. You were a singer around her age, and you were kind of niche at the time.
She thought you were attractive, of course, but that wasn’t the only reason why she liked you. You were always happy and talked to your fans like they were your friends.
She’s consistently been your top listener, until you suddenly blew up in 2020. Your popularity rose consistently, and you started showing up to major events.
In 2023, you became the second person ever to win all four major general-field categories at the Grammys in a single night at 18, after Billie Eilish. That only made Paige look up to you more, despite you being one year younger than her.
The two of you met at the most unexpected place.
On April 14, 2025, at the WNBA draft.
She hadn’t even seen you at first. Mostly because she had been too nervous to look anywhere but her lap.
When she got announced as the first overall draft pick, she got on stage and spotted you in the audience, next to your friend and ex-teammate Kiki Iriafen. You had always loved basketball, but had to choose between that or being a singer.
She managed to remain composed until she got off the stage, her heart pounding in her ears.
She knew you were friends with Kiki, but she didn't think you were that close. She snuck a few peeks at where you were sitting for the entire draft, trying to get a good look at you.
After the draft, she saw you walking away from Kiki. Before you could get far, she intercepted, sliding in front of you with a very smooth, very flirty…
“Hey.”
You smiled at her, holding out your hand for her to shake. “Paige Bueckers, right? Congratulations on being the first pick!”
Paige shook your hand, her cheeks tinting red. Up close, you were a lot taller than she expected, around her height.
“Thank you, I was stressing to be honest.”
“I mean, pretty sure everyone here was expecting you to be the first draft pick anyway. The honour is mine. You’re one of one, truly.”
Paige turned red almost immediately.
“That means a lot coming from you, the music you make is absolutely phenomenal.”
“Aww, well hope to see you around soon! I’ll be going to some games whenever I’m free.”
You hugged her and left to talk to the other draft picks. Paige was frozen until Azzi tapped her on her shoulder, taking her back to their table.
After a bunch of small talk, it was over and she went back to her hotel.
Paige searched for your profile and ended up typing for ten whole minutes before settling on a simple message.
paigebueckers: Hey! It was nice meeting you today. Maybe we could get lunch together sometime?
yourusername is typing …
yourusername: yes absolutely!! when are you leaving nyc?
paigebueckers: not leaving until Friday
yourusername: perfect, i’m not leaving until Friday either
yourusername: Wednesday 2pm good for you?
paigebueckers: yup
paigebueckers: got any restaurant recommendations?
paigebueckers: haven’t been to nyc that many times
yourusername: there’s this restaurant at midtown manhattan i’ve been dying to visit
yourusername: we can go there?
paigebueckers: send the addy
yourusername: [ google maps link ]
yourusername: see u then ;p
paigebueckers: can’t wait
Paige fell back onto her bed, phone dropping to her side. She’s gonna have dinner with you.
Wednesday came, and Paige spent an entire hour picking out her clothes, her makeup and her hair. The restaurant was upscale, so she decided on a fitted dress shirt and dark blue jeans with a belt.
When she arrived at the restaurant, she saw you already seated. The two of you actually accidentally matched, Paige realised. You wore a similar dress shirt with a black sleeveless sweater and a pair of striped dark blue jeans.
“Hey,” She took a seat across from you.
“You’re here!” You said, like up from the menu.
You talked about basketball, how your newest album was going… in the blink of an eye, it’s been an hour and you were finished with your food.
“You know… it was really nice talking to you today.” You told Paige.
“We should do it again soon.” She suggested.
You nodded in agreement. She insisted on paying for the both of you, and you parted ways after walking to the car park together.
She followed you to your car door, and you hugged her before getting in.
She watched you drive off before getting into her car, driving back to her hotel.
Thursday came and went, and soon it was time for her to go back to Texas.
On the flight home, she was zoned out, looking out the window, wondering if you were also thinking of her.
You and her texted consistently for a whole year, but nothing really happened… until Coachella.
Of course, she was there to watch your performance. So were hundreds of thousands of people. The celebrity section was packed, and she’s pretty sure she saw Justin Bieber with Hailey Bieber.
You were beyond nervous to be on stage, in front of that many people. It’s safe to say that that was your biggest stage yet.
But you locked in, and soon your performance was over. It went smoothly, and you did everything right. It was perfect.
And you were absolutely exhausted.
You got changed in the dressing room, getting compliments from the other artists in there. You hugged your friends, relieved that it was finally over.
After getting changed and getting back to The Madison Club, you changed into pyjamas, took off your makeup and fell asleep the second your head hit the pillow.
The day after your set, you texted Paige.
yourusename: heyyyy
yourusername: i’m kinda bored, do u wanna maybe come over to my house?
yourusername: i can send my driver over to pick u up
paigebueckers: honestly why not?
yourusername: do you wanna stay overnight?
yourusername: this house is so big and there’s like, nobody else
paigebueckers: wait really?
yourusername: you can stay for as long as you like
yourusername: my driver will take us to coachella every morning so you don’t have to worry
yourusername: get packed, he’s coming in fifty :)
paigebueckers: wait omg okay 😭
After about an hour, you heard your doorbell ring. You got up from the couch, checking if it’s Paige in the peephole before opening the door to greet her.
“Paigeee!” You hugged her. “Finally, I’ve been bored out of my mind, I missed you sooo much!” Paige let go of her suitcase, hugging you back tightly.
“This is the craziest place I’ve ever seen, it’s massive.”
“It has seven rooms. Seven. That’s six too many by the way.” You rolled your eyes. “Come in, shoes on the rack though. I can’t stand having shoes in the house.”
Paige ended up staying for longer than expected. She had only intended to stay for two days, but after you insisted, she stayed for the entire rest of Coachella.
Somewhere between your banter and pillow fights, you stopped feeling like friends.
There wasn’t a clear moment when it happened.
You found yourself lying on Paige’s arm after a long day, laughing at TikToks together, listening to her say the stupidest stuff imaginable.
You noticed the small things Paige would do. How she would always fold her towel after showering, how she would constantly tuck her hair behind the same ear, how she would always be smiling when she listened to you talk.
And slowly, you started falling for Paige.
On the sixth day, you decided to go on a walk with her at night. It was cold, and you were wearing her leather jacket while she was wearing a windbreaker.
“You’re… surprisingly exactly like how you are during interviews.” Paige suddenly spoke up as you neared your door.
“What does that even mean?”
“Like, some celebrities fake their personalities during interviews just to seem more likeable. But you don’t. You’re just as funny, chaotic and charismatic.”
You stopped, tilting your head up at her. “Did you just admit that I’m funny?”
She rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t stop smiling. “Don’t push it.”
You smiled, and in that moment, you looked so beautiful that Paige could stare into your eyes forever.
Instead, she leaned in, giving you enough time to pull away if you wanted. Instead, you licked your lips, parting them slightly.
She took that as a sign, and kissed you.
Her hand snaked around your waist, feeling your warm skin under her fingers.
You cupped her cheek, kissing her back before pulling away for air.
“I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I was 16,” Paige said, breathless.
“Didn’t know you were such a big fan of me.”
“Oh, trust me, I was obsessed.”
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yourusername coachella, 2026 💋
pinkpantheress soooo cute!
⤷ yourusername not as cute as u
coachella life changing
⤷ yourusername the honour is mine
paigebueckers my girl
⤷ yourusername all yours <3
⤷ user 1 they’re so cute it’s disgusting
kikiiriafen i should’ve been there 😔
⤷ yourusername was thinking bout u the entire time
kk here: ts all i got mb 😔 not proofread :p part one | part two ( request by anon )
- gf!alysa who loves when she comes across one of your ads when she’s watching YouTube. She usually hates ads, but she will never skip any of yours.
- gf!alysa who still can’t believe that she’s dating you. She’ll catch herself staring at you and wondering if she’s been dreaming all along.
- gf!alysa who’s heart still drops to her stomach when she sees you do anything domestic. Cooking, washing dishes, brushing your teeth, all of it.
- gf!alysa who loves how clingy you are and how shy you get when she calls you out. She’ll have you on her lap, cheek squished against hers, and she’d mutter: “You’re so cute clingy like this.”
- gf!alysa who hates waking up early but would do it just to see you leave for practice every morning.
- gf!alysa who would watch every piece of media that involves you.
- gf!alysa who gets jealous when you’re too touchy during fan meets. She’d come across a TikTok of someone holding your hand or flirting with you and she’d actually get mad sometimes. She would try to ignore you but it wouldn’t last long.
- gf!alysa who loves stealing your clothes because they all smell so good.
- gf!alysa who used to think flowers were a scam, but buys flowers for you after every small achievement you make.
- gf!alysa who’s obsessed with kissing you everywhere. Your neck, shoulder, jaw, lips, anywhere she can reach.
- gf!alysa who gets worried for you when she notices you eating less because of the haters. She’d spend hours telling you that you’re perfect the way you are.
- gf!alysa who would offer to massage you after hard practices even though you rarely accept.
- gf!alysa who loves teaching you ice skating even if you suck at it.
- gf!alysa who was more nervous to hard launch your relationship than you were.
- gf!alysa who loves that you’re as obsessed with her as she is with you.
kk here: ughh i wish i was married to billieee </3 not proofread ( request by anon )
- newlywed!billie who would refuse to let go of your hand after the wedding because what if you “change your mind and leave her”, as if any sane person would ever even dream about it.
- newlywed!billie who genuinely couldn’t sleep the night of your wedding. She kept muttering “I can’t believe we’re married” into your ear until the adrenaline wore off and she drifted asleep.
- newlywed!billie who had your first date together after the wedding at the small family-owned restaurant where you had your first date. You were basically friends with the owners and they might’ve been more excited about your marriage than you.
- newlywed!billie who’s OBSESSED with calling you “wife” or “wifey”. She’s been calling you that ever since you got engaged. Before, you thought being called something like “wifey” was cringy until you heard the words come out of Billie’s mouth.
- newlywed!billie who would never take off her wedding and engagement ring unless it’s during a concert or event where there’s a slight chance of them falling off.
- newlywed!billie who would pretend to hate the movies you picked for your movie nights, but every time, she’d let you pick them and she’d watch them either way.
- newlywed!billie who would introduce you to everyone as “my wife”, emphasising “wife”. She would be real proud, too, showing off her ring to everyone who expressed even the slightest bit of interest.
- newlywed!billie who would wake up and lie in bed for an extra thirty minutes in the morning just so she could feel your warmth for a little longer.
- newlywed!billie who’s entire camera roll is just candid moments of your marriage. You asleep after a long night at an event, you cooking dinner, you doomscrolling on her lap… it’s all been captured on her phone. At least an entire TB of her phone storage is dedicated to you.
- newlywed!billie who loves spoiling you. If you even so look at something for a second too long, she’d ask you if you wanted it. Even if you deny it, she’d get you it anyway.
- newlywed!billie who’s actually obsessed with playing with your hair. She loves how your hair feels like in her hands and how pretty it looks.
- newlywed!billie who would fly you out to every tour destination of hers and ensure you wouldn’t feel lonely without her. She’d come back from a show and cuddle with you until you fell asleep against her chest.
- newlywed!billie whose love language is gift giving. She would get you flowers every week, and they’d be different every time. Roses this week, tulips the other. They’d always come with a gift too, like jewellery or chocolates.
- newlywed!billie who would post and pin your wedding on her public account, with the caption being something cute but slightly corny, or an inside joke of yours.
- newlywed!billie who insisted on taking you somewhere fancy for your honeymoon even though you swore you didn’t mind going somewhere simple. She’s the type to go somewhere like the Maldives, quiet and isolated, where the two of you could spend time together undisturbed.
&. BRING ME TO LIFE 【 frozen inside without your touch 】
synopsis: you finally reveal your relationship to everyone
pairing: alt!gf!alysa x gyaru!fem!reader
w.c: 0.6k
contains: tooth rotting fluffff
kk here: genuinely need alt Alysa in my life like right nowwww ( request by anon )
Neither you nor Alysa had ever intended to hide your relationship from your friends.
Obviously, you wanted to tell them together in real life, but life got in the way and you just never got to it.
You kept telling yourselves “Oh, I’ll tell them tomorrow.” But days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, then it’s been seven months and you’ve yet to tell anyone. In the blink of an eye, telling people about your relationship became an afterthought and hiding it became a habit.
Nobody would ever guess that you two were together anyway.
Practically opposites, your closet was filled with bright colours, mainly beige, pink and cheetah prints while Alysa’s was a million shades of black.
Nevertheless, that never stopped you from stealing her clothes.
Slowly, black spread into your closet like the plague. A black hoodie would be seen peeking out between two hot pink tank tops that probably would’ve given someone like Alysa a heart attack.
She wasn’t an exception to being infected either. The occasional cheetah-print bow would invade her dull room, big gold bracelets, your fur coat draped over her chair, a big, colourful makeup palette on her bathroom sink…
Everywhere you looked, there was a trace of you.
Despite your differences, Alysa would rather start wearing your clothes than be away from you for more than ten hours at a time.
Even though she thinks that your room, quote unquote, “gives me a headache”, she would still willingly go to your place just to spend time with you.
The first time someone discovered your relationship was completely on accident.
Alysa’s brothers were over when they spotted a pink hat that had “BABYDOLL” in rhinestones plastered on the front.
Joshua picked it up, looked over it and said, “This can’t be yours, right?”
Alysa looked over and mindlessly replied with “It’s my girlfriend’s.”
Justin’s head snapped up. “You have a girlfriend?”
“And you didn’t tell us?” Joshua made a face.
“Yeah… we’ve been together for like seven months and we just haven’t gotten to telling anyone,” Alysa said, looking like a deer caught in headlights.
As soon as they left, she texted you.
alysa: my brothers found out
alysa: they found ur hat
you:
you: what did they say?
alysa: they were just annoyed i didn’t tell them
you: thank god
you: what now?
you: maybe it’s time
alysa: to?
you: tell everyone
alysa: sure
you: okay next time we go out we’ll post a hard launch
[ alysa reacted 🖤 to your message ]
The next date was at her place, and taking the perfect hard launch picture was harder than you had expected.
Five hundred pictures later, you finally had the perfect one. You were on Alysa’s lap, your hair barely covering your kiss. It was exactly what you wanted. It was perfect.
You posted it on your story, with the song “Bring Me to Life” by Evanescence and the caption being “she’s not as cool as me tho”.
She reposted it, and everyone was freaking out. Your phones got bombarded with messages, likes and “ARE YOU SERIOUS”s.
You had to reply to them one by one, explaining your entire relationship and why you hadn’t told anyone until then.
After that, you started posting more and more moments of your relationship, and your story would just be pictures of Alysa at your place or outside.
&. BRING ME TO LIFE 【 frozen inside without your touch 】
synopsis: you finally reveal your relationship to everyone
pairing: alt!gf!alysa x gyaru!fem!reader
w.c: 0.6k
contains: tooth rotting fluffff
kk here: genuinely need alt Alysa in my life like right nowwww ( request by anon )
Neither you nor Alysa had ever intended to hide your relationship from your friends.
Obviously, you wanted to tell them together in real life, but life got in the way and you just never got to it.
You kept telling yourselves “Oh, I’ll tell them tomorrow.” But days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, then it’s been seven months and you’ve yet to tell anyone. In the blink of an eye, telling people about your relationship became an afterthought and hiding it became a habit.
Nobody would ever guess that you two were together anyway.
Practically opposites, your closet was filled with bright colours, mainly beige, pink and cheetah prints while Alysa’s was a million shades of black.
Nevertheless, that never stopped you from stealing her clothes.
Slowly, black spread into your closet like the plague. A black hoodie would be seen peeking out between two hot pink tank tops that probably would’ve given someone like Alysa a heart attack.
She wasn’t an exception to being infected either. The occasional cheetah-print bow would invade her dull room, big gold bracelets, your fur coat draped over her chair, a big, colourful makeup palette on her bathroom sink…
Everywhere you looked, there was a trace of you.
Despite your differences, Alysa would rather start wearing your clothes than be away from you for more than ten hours at a time.
Even though she thinks that your room, quote unquote, “gives me a headache”, she would still willingly go to your place just to spend time with you.
The first time someone discovered your relationship was completely on accident.
Alysa’s brothers were over when they spotted a pink hat that had “BABYDOLL” in rhinestones plastered on the front.
Joshua picked it up, looked over it and said, “This can’t be yours, right?”
Alysa looked over and mindlessly replied with “It’s my girlfriend’s.”
Justin’s head snapped up. “You have a girlfriend?”
“And you didn’t tell us?” Joshua made a face.
“Yeah… we’ve been together for like seven months and we just haven’t gotten to telling anyone,” Alysa said, looking like a deer caught in headlights.
As soon as they left, she texted you.
alysa: my brothers found out
alysa: they found ur hat
you:
you: what did they say?
alysa: they were just annoyed i didn’t tell them
you: thank god
you: what now?
you: maybe it’s time
alysa: to?
you: tell everyone
alysa: sure
you: okay next time we go out we’ll post a hard launch
[ alysa reacted 🖤 to your message ]
The next date was at her place, and taking the perfect hard launch picture was harder than you had expected.
Five hundred pictures later, you finally had the perfect one. You were on Alysa’s lap, your hair barely covering your kiss. It was exactly what you wanted. It was perfect.
You posted it on your story, with the song “Bring Me to Life” by Evanescence and the caption being “she’s not as cool as me tho”.
She reposted it, and everyone was freaking out. Your phones got bombarded with messages, likes and “ARE YOU SERIOUS”s.
You had to reply to them one by one, explaining your entire relationship and why you hadn’t told anyone until then.
After that, you started posting more and more moments of your relationship, and your story would just be pictures of Alysa at your place or outside.
kk here: ughh i wish i was married to billieee </3 not proofread ( request by anon )
- newlywed!billie who would refuse to let go of your hand after the wedding because what if you “change your mind and leave her”, as if any sane person would ever even dream about it.
- newlywed!billie who genuinely couldn’t sleep the night of your wedding. She kept muttering “I can’t believe we’re married” into your ear until the adrenaline wore off and she drifted asleep.
- newlywed!billie who had your first date together after the wedding at the small family-owned restaurant where you had your first date. You were basically friends with the owners and they might’ve been more excited about your marriage than you.
- newlywed!billie who’s OBSESSED with calling you “wife” or “wifey”. She’s been calling you that ever since you got engaged. Before, you thought being called something like “wifey” was cringy until you heard the words come out of Billie’s mouth.
- newlywed!billie who would never take off her wedding and engagement ring unless it’s during a concert or event where there’s a slight chance of them falling off.
- newlywed!billie who would pretend to hate the movies you picked for your movie nights, but every time, she’d let you pick them and she’d watch them either way.
- newlywed!billie who would introduce you to everyone as “my wife”, emphasising “wife”. She would be real proud, too, showing off her ring to everyone who expressed even the slightest bit of interest.
- newlywed!billie who would wake up and lie in bed for an extra thirty minutes in the morning just so she could feel your warmth for a little longer.
- newlywed!billie who’s entire camera roll is just candid moments of your marriage. You asleep after a long night at an event, you cooking dinner, you doomscrolling on her lap… it’s all been captured on her phone. At least an entire TB of her phone storage is dedicated to you.
- newlywed!billie who loves spoiling you. If you even so look at something for a second too long, she’d ask you if you wanted it. Even if you deny it, she’d get you it anyway.
- newlywed!billie who’s actually obsessed with playing with your hair. She loves how your hair feels like in her hands and how pretty it looks.
- newlywed!billie who would fly you out to every tour destination of hers and ensure you wouldn’t feel lonely without her. She’d come back from a show and cuddle with you until you fell asleep against her chest.
- newlywed!billie whose love language is gift giving. She would get you flowers every week, and they’d be different every time. Roses this week, tulips the other. They’d always come with a gift too, like jewellery or chocolates.
- newlywed!billie who would post and pin your wedding on her public account, with the caption being something cute but slightly corny, or an inside joke of yours.
- newlywed!billie who insisted on taking you somewhere fancy for your honeymoon even though you swore you didn’t mind going somewhere simple. She’s the type to go somewhere like the Maldives, quiet and isolated, where the two of you could spend time together undisturbed.
&. GLUE SONG 【 i’ve been stuck by glue right onto you 】
synopsis: you get teased for what happened during a stream
pairing: uconn!clingy!paige x uconn!bsf!reader
w.c: 0.7k
contains: tooth rotting fluff :p
kk here: sorry this took so long 😓 i’ve been so busy recently ( request by anon ) <- read for more details
It was ten pm; your phone was propped on the table in your and Paige’s dorm, KK and Ice sitting in chairs, while Paige was next to you in her bed, your arm wrapped around her shoulders. You were looking at the comments, answering any questions that caught your eye.
“Can you guys play Fortnite?” You read out loud. “I mean, it’s a good idea.”
“Maybe another day,” Kk said, shrugging. “I don’t feel like playing.”
Ice nodded in agreement.
“Are you and Paige dating?” You read another. “No guys, we’re just friends.” You laughed, feeling her arm tighten around you.
“Yeah, just friends,” Paige added unconvincingly. That triggered the comments, and everyone started spamming.
“they’re so cute tgt im gonna cry”
“PAIGE AND Y/N FOR LIFE”
“mama y papa”
Chat soon moved on to other topics. Ice and Kk started arguing over who would win in a three-point contest while you showed Paige silly TikToks on your for you page.
Suddenly, Ice read out a comment. “‘Paige and Y/n are so cute cuddled up together’?”
Your head snapped up, caught off guard. “Y’all need to chill.”
“No, I kinda see it.” Kk laughed. “Y’all would lowkey be cute together.”
Paige put her face in your neck in embarrassment, causing the chat to blow up again.
“DID YOU SEE THAT”
“CLIPPED”
“guys act surprised when they tell us”
“idk if i wanna be paige or y/n”
“UGHHH SO CUTEE 😭”
“KISS”
It wasn’t long until you started feeling sleepy, leaning on Paige’s shoulder as she rubbed circles on your waist.
“Okay guys, I think that’ll be it for today, it’s been a while.” She spoke up.
Ice nodded, checking the time. “Yeah, it’s eleven already, we have practice tomorrow.”
“See you guys later,” you mumbled, already half asleep.
Ice stopped the live, you guys said your goodbyes and Ice and Kk went back to their dorms. By that time, you were already asleep on Paige’s lap.
Gently, she replaced her lap with a pillow as she shifted off the bed, careful not to wake you up and climbed into yours instead.
When your alarm woke you up, you were disoriented for a second. You definitely weren’t in your own bed. The sheets smelled familiar, something warm and cosy… Then it clicked. You sat up in the bed and sure enough, you saw Paige in your bed on the other side of the room. You were in hers.
“Oh my god.” You buried your face in your hands. “I’m so sorry, I was so tired last night I just-“
“No no, it’s fine, I don’t mind.” Paige cut you off, reassuring you.
Your heart almost jumped into your throat. You had secretly been absolutely smitten with her since you saw her for the first time, during tryouts.
“Thanks.” You muttered, face heating up immediately.
Since the two of you were always procrastinating, you didn’t check your phones and instead focused on making sure the two of you weren’t late to practice.
Once you showed up with Paige, the court exploded. Everyone rushed over to show you their version of the ship edits of you and Paige on their phones, all surrounding the clips from last night’s live.
“Wait wait wait wait what?” You stuttered, overwhelmed by everything.
“You guys are everywhere!” Kaitlyn shoved her phone into your hand.
You took the phone to see a ship edit of you and Paige with See You Again by Tyler, The Creator as the song.
You felt the tip of your ears turn red almost immediately.
“Honestly? I ship.” Sarah shrugged.
Geno came over to calm everyone down, and practice resumed. But you would catch the others giggling whenever you and Paige partnered up for a drill.
That night, you were lying in bed with Paige, your head in her lap. She was playing with your hair absentmindedly as you worked on your English literature paper.
“So…” Paige started tentatively.
“Hm?” You turned to look at her.
“What do you think of you know, what happened today and last night?”