✶ 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗌𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 ✶
pairings: bridget x fem!black!reader
genres: mutual pining, prolonged confessions & sophie being a matchmaker
summary: having a secret crush isn’t the best way to go about your feelings but as for [name] it’s definitely a miracle worker.
author’s note: for this oneshot [name] is mixed. apologies for publishing this so late, the story was already written but i just had to proofread it.
tag list: @c6pids @melodramatic-lesbian @simpforseungkwan
it was friday night, and your parents finally agreed, letting you go out alongside your older cousin. it took a lot of convincing to gain their understanding of this outing. your parents were very cynical about your whereabouts but not enough to be overbearing.
there was a new bowling alley that was just recently opened, and you wanted to just let loose and live a little.
walking inside the entertainment place, a smile sprung onto your face looking at the passing people, both young and old having themselves a good time.
“hey, sophie.” a voice greets which made your blood run cold. that voice was so distinctive and that tone held such a charming ring to it. exasperatedly you close your eyes in anticipation, aware of the upcoming conversation that was already beyond control.
you groan internally as you slowly peel your eyes back open to see bridget waving and smiling at you. “hey [name]. i didn’t know you were coming.”
your cousin just failed to mention one tiny detail…that her best friend… who is also your crush will be there. you should have seen this coming, wherever sophie was, bridget will be present as well.
“well, just heard that this place opened up and i wanted to check it out.” you manage out an awkward chuckle, clicking your tongue.
god, you wish that the earth would eat you whole right now.
bridget nods in understanding a smile still creeping onto her lips. it was so cute, she tried her hardest to not leave things on an awkward note but you made it seemingly impossible, so the best thing to do was to deflect from the situation.
there was no possibility that you disliked bridget bixler but it was the quite opposite, your feelings were out of affection and unrequited passion.
bridget bixler, the girl of your dreams. she’s always ready to protest when something seems unjust to her and is surprisingly decently smart when it revolves around her schoolwork.
it wasn’t that many people, just the five of you. you, bridget, sophie, alexis (your bff), lola (alexis’ gf).
you gained a crush on her for almost two months now and currently sitting next to her wasn’t helping the butterflies in your stomach to cease. after being physically tired from a few rounds of bowling, everyone ordered a pizza and chilled it down with cold cans of soda.
right now, everyone was finishing up their food, and soon getting to depart and head home but you were already dozed off. your mouth slightly agape as your head was against the soft cushion of the seat.
it was embarrassing, to be honest, and you knew for sure that your cousin was going to taunt you, most likely with visual proof. your cousin snickers, taking her phone out and snapping photos of you.
meanwhile, bridget was secretly staring at your dazed state, rolling her eyes when your cousin took a picture of your sleeping form. “stop taking pictures of her, sophie!” momentarily, your cousin playfully rolls her eyes as she stopped and continued to eat her remaining pizza.
slowly but gently, the bixler girl grabs your arms and places your head on her shoulder. she leans back in the seat, and wraps an arm around you, pulling you in closer for reassurance. bridget admired you for a few minutes before diverting her attention back to her phone.
she pretended to not notice when you gripped her shirt in comfort and your tiny hum of satisfaction came from your mouth. this brought a wide smile to the brunette’s lips.
god, you were so adorable.
“what?” bridget looks at her other friend, who knowingly smirks.
“when are you gonna finally confess? it’s been ages now.” sophie teases and wiggles her eyebrows.
bridget’s eyes widen at her friend’s statement and immediately shushes her, thinking that you might accidentally overhear their conversation. “sophie, be quiet!”
“why? you know, i’m right.” she shrugs and goes back to her phone.
bridget frowns, “what if she thinks that i’m way out of her league?”
“ok, first of all, you both like girls and you’re her type so technically, all you need to do is ask her out.” your cousin defends the situation. “just confess to her, what can go wrong?”
“it’s not that simple…” bridget exhales, gazing down at the table, avoiding eye contact with her friend. “what if she is interested in girls but doesn’t feel the same towards me and plainly rejects me, either way, it’s basically a lose-lose.”
“well, you won’t know that until you confess, now will you?” sophie crosses her arms and scoffs. the blonde loved her best friend but her deflecting the situation was starting to annoy her.
unaware to the girls, they didn’t notice that their ‘quiet’ shouting woke you up and you heard almost everything there is to know.
‘bridget has a crush but doesn’t want to confess to the person.’
now being filled with curiosity, you were determined on getting bridget to express her feelings first.
this night just got more interesting.
to put your plan into action, you fake yawn and stretch your limbs, deceiving them into thinking that you were asleep. “what are we talking about?” the two girls exchange secret glances and remained silent.
“ok…” you nodded along, clasping your hands together before looking at bridget and speaking up again. “actually, bridget do you mind if i speak to you for a minute?”
she hesitantly nods and gets up, following after you. she managed to catch you outside, up on one of the many balconies. luckily for both of you, this balcony was empty and no one was around to disturb you.
you sigh, taking in the beautiful scenery at night. “i overheard your conversation with sophie.” you turned around, just in time to see her face drop in fear. this causes a flush in your cheeks, thinking that you got the wrong idea. “cause if you don’t have a crush on me that’s totally cool.” you began to ramble on watching how she smiles at your awkwardness.
too caught up in your own embarrassment, the short-haired brunette stepped closer to you, continually letting you ramble on. she found herself lost in your beautiful e/c.
suddenly, she cups your face and softly presses her lips onto yours, momentarily ending your rambles. at first, you were stunned, and confused at this weird turn of events but reciprocated the kiss anyway. the kiss was magical, her lips were soft, delicate like a full-bloomed flower. her fragrance smelt of cinnamon and rose which made her irresistible to you.
the bixler girl finally pulls away from the kiss, “i just want you to know that this means that i like you as well.” she smiles a dopey grin. that same beautiful smile that made you fawn over her more than intended.
“is this a dream?” you stupidly ask, still hazy from the passionate kiss.
“nope, i assure you it’s not.” bridget chuckles, observing your flustered state. seemingly, she got an idea as she tilts her head and a tiny smirk make her way onto her lips, “i think i know of a way how to wake you up.” she suggests, smoothly wrapping her arms around your waist.
she surely had a way with words. her words enticed you in ways beyond measure, being part of her seduction in entrapping you in her life.
“oh yeah??” you challenged, raising an eyebrow in question. she nods in agreement as your arms rest on her shoulders, her hands on your waist tugging you into her, leaving no personal space.
soon her lips were pressed up against yours again, this time more sweet and sensitive. deepening the kiss as bridget’s arms tighten around your waist drawing you closer in her embrace, clinging onto more of your touch.
safe to say, that you didn’t leave empty-handed and got a girlfriend in the process.
© asvterias, 2023. please do not plagiarize any of my works.
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