𝑪𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 || 𝑻𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒓 𝑺𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒕

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Luna was curled up on the soft velvet couch, her legs tucked beneath her as she absently scrolled through her phone. The afternoon light spilled through the tall windows of the home she shared with Taylor, casting golden streaks across the hardwood floors. From the kitchen came the comforting sounds of pans clinking and the faint aroma of grilled vegetables—Taylor was making lunch, humming softly to herself as she moved around the space with ease.

A soft ding broke Luna's focus. Her phone lit up with a notification.

"billieeilish✔️ started following stillluna"

Her brows lifted in surprise. Billie Eilish. Finneas' sister.

Luna smiled to herself. It wasn't entirely unexpected—after all, she and Taylor had been spending a lot of time in the studio lately, working closely with Finneas on a new song. Still, it felt like a quiet nod of approval, or maybe curiosity.

She tapped the notification, lingering on Billie's profile for a second before hitting "Follow Back." The move felt casual, but her heart fluttered with the smallest thrill. The music world was full of collisions and connections, but something about this one felt different—maybe because it was tied to this new chapter, both professionally and personally.

"Who was that?" Taylor's voice called from the kitchen, light and warm.

"Billie just followed me," Luna said, glancing up with a grin.

Taylor peeked around the corner, a slice of avocado in hand, her eyes sparkling. "See? Told you it wouldn't take long."

Luna laughed, setting her phone down as Taylor returned to prepping lunch. The house felt full of quiet excitement—music, love, and the kind of momentum that only comes when you're on the edge of something big.

The brunette had just finished responding to a few texts when her phone lit up again—this time with a DM notification from Instagram.

billieeilish✔️ sent you a message

She blinked in surprise and opened it immediately.

Billie Eilish

hey luna :)
random, but i've been stuck on a track & could really use a fresh ear / mind it's called "male fantasy" – super raw, kinda sad tbh
would you maybe be down to listen & help me crack it?

Luna stared at the message, her heart skipping a beat. She knew Billie was intensely private with her writing process—this felt like being invited into a sacred space.

She typed back quickly:

of course. honored, honestly. send it over whenever 💛
want me to come by or do you wanna hop on a call first?

Almost instantly, Billie replied:

i can send you the demo rn. i feel like you'd get it
but yeah if you're cool w it, maybe studio tomorrow? fin'll be there too

Luna smiled to herself. Something about the way Billie reached out—tentative, yet trusting—struck her deeply. The song's title alone hinted at something vulnerable and painfully honest, the kind of thing Luna gravitated toward in her own writing.

Just then, Taylor walked in from the kitchen, holding two plates of grilled veggie sandwiches and salad. She set one down in front of Luna and caught the look on her face.

"What's up?" she asked, eyes curious.

Luna looked up, eyes bright. "Billie just sent me a message. She wants help with a song. It's called Male Fantasy."