&. CINNAMON GIRL 【 hold me, love me, touch me, honey 】
synopsis: doing the “how well i know my gf” trend with paige
pairing: dallas wings!paige x dallas wings!gf!reader
w.c: 0.8k
contains: tooth rotting fluff | slight use of y/n (I HAD TO 😭)
kk here: last post before my exams 😔 not proofread ( request by anon )
“Babyyyy,” Paige yelled your name, barging into your room. The two of you live together, and you knew that her tone means she’s up to no good.
You were lying on your bed on your stomach, helping your younger friend on her history project. Paige climbed on top of you, caging you in with her limbs as she shoved her iPad into your face.
“Look at this! We have to do it.”
You watched the TikTok with doubt. “I do not feel like getting my face in a bowl of ice water today.”
“Okay fine, you ask the questions, okay?”
You thought for a moment.
“Okay, fine. But I’m not getting my head dunked.”
Paige kissed your neck. “Pinky promise!”
You got changed into something more presentable- your Uconn huskies hoodie and Paige’s basketball shorts. You had your own, but hers felt more comfortable.
You padded downstairs to the kitchen, where Paige was already filling up a bowl of water with ice. You set up her phone against the counter, making sure the angle was right.
She placed the bowl in front of the camera, you on the right. Paige started the recording.
“Alright guys, so today we’re gonna see how well I know y/n, she’s gonna ask me some questions and if I get them wrong, she’ll be dunking my head into this bowl of fresh ice water.”
“We’ve got towels ready n shi. And honestly? I don’t think she’ll get any of these right so, let’s get right into it.” You smirked. “Kinda scared she’ll get hypothermia after this.”
You put your hand on the back of her head, preparing yourself.
“Okay, who is my favourite rapper?”
“Uh- Central Cee!”
“Okay, favourite song?”
“Doja Cat.”
“Why is she lowkey good at this?” You made a face.
“What’s my shoe size?”
“Seven and a half?”
“How the fuck do you know that?”
“I’m the best girlfriend ever guys, thee questions in and I’m still dry bitches.”
You rolled your eyes. “Alright. What number did I wear in middle school volleyball?”
“Five! My number!” Paige smirked. “Obviously I would know this one, it’s my favourite thing ever.”
“Thought I would get you with that.” You muttered. “Who’s my top three favourite NBA players?”
“Steph Curry, Carter Bryant and LeBron?”
You pushed her head into the bowl, a evil grin spreading across your face
“Wrong!!! My third favourite isn’t LeBron, it’s Wemby. How do you not know that?” You shook your head, faking being disappointed. “Okay, now who’s my favourite WNBA player?”
“Obviously it’s me.” Paige said, putting down the towel
“Wrong!” You faked dunking her head before stopping. “Just kidding, you’re my favourite.”
“Hah! Knew it.”
“But Angel Reese though? If you wanna link up you know where to find me.” You winked at the camera.
“WHAT???” Paige looked at you, mouth open.
“I’m just playin, just playin.” You stuck out your tongue at her. “Next, was my first kiss a guy or a girl?”
“Wild guess, a girl.” Paige closed her eyes, preparing to get dunked. You pushed her head into the bowl.
“50/50 chance and you still fucked it up? You need to work on your game girl.”
Paige looked like a wet puppy with water dripping down her face. You helped her wipe her face a little bit before asking the last question.
“Last question. What’s my favourite thing about you?”
“What I don’t know, my eyes?”
“Wronggggg!!” You grinned as you shoved her head into the bowl. “It’s everything about you.”
Paige’s head resurfaces suspiciously red, immediately grabbing the towel. “Honestly? Can’t even get mad at that.”
You stopped the recording. Paige instantly kissed you.
“What was that for?”
“Was what you said true? That… you liked everything about me?”
“I mean, I don’t tell lies.”
Paige’s ears turned red.
You squished her cheeks, pulling her by her hoodie and kissing her again.
“We’ve been together for four ears and you’re still getting embarrassed when I talk sweet?”
“…yeah.” Paige scratched the back of her neck. “Kinda.”
You led her to the couch, sitting down together to take a look at the video. Paige instinctively wrapped her arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer.
“You got so red after I said that, holy shit.” You said, pausing the video.
“Oh my god, can we edit that part out? Please?”
“What? No! That’s literally the best part of the video. Come on, you’re Paige freaking Bueckers.”
Paige sighed. “Whatever makes you happy. You know what they say, happy wife happy life.”
“I ain’t your wife. Yet.” You leaned against her shoulder.
You couldn’t see it, but you knew that Paige’s face probably looked like it was about to burst into flames any second.
You posted the video with the caption “cute lil trend wit my girl Paige” to your TikTok and Instagram, and didn’t think much of it. You opened the TikTok again and saw the top comment.
&. EVERYTHING IS ROMANTIC 【 fall in love again and again 】
synopsis: soft morning sex with billie <3
pairing: soft!dom!billie x gf!reader
w.c: 0.5k
contains: explicit content!! porn w no plot ,, fluff if you squint ,, eating out, oral, hickeys, teasing, clit play, cum eating, aftercare
kk here: this is so short i’m sorry </3 not proofread ( request by anon )
Billie slowly opened her eyes, squinting as a ray of sunlight nearly blinded her. She blinked sleepily at the ceiling before turning and looking down at you, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone. She gently pulled away from you and got off the bed, padding to the bathroom to brush her teeth.
She felt your arms wrap around her waist before she heard you. “Why are you up so early?”
“Why are you?”
“You weren’t there.”
Billie turned around in your arms, leaning down to kiss you.
It was uncoordinated and messy, both of you were still half asleep. You giggled against her lips, tangling your fingers in her hair.
The kiss deepened, Billie’s hands finding your waist. She pushed you against the cold bathroom tile, trailing kisses down your jaw.
She bit your neck softly, and your breath hitched.
“You like that, baby?” Billie teased, biting your neck again, harder this time.
You bit your lip, nodding, your thighs subconsciously rubbing against each other.
She knelt in front of you, lifting your leg onto her shoulder. Your panties were already soaked through, the fabric sticking to your folds. She ran her fingers along your clothed slit before pushing them to the side.
“So pretty,” Billie murmured, pressing her tongue against your clit. You let out a soft moan, your hands reaching for her hair.
“Stop teasing.”
“But you make such pretty sounds, baby…” Billie ran her fingers along your inner thigh, your pussy clenching around air.
“Come onnnn.” You whined.
She took your swollen clit into your mouth, sucking out a loud whimper from you.
“F- fuck I…” You whimpered, your thighs trembling slightly.
The pressure in your stomach started building, until-
Your vision went white as you squirted into Billie’s mouth, your hips bucking involuntarily. If she hadn’t been supporting you with her hands, your legs would’ve given out.
She lapped up every drop of your release, your vision turning blurry.
You finally came down from the high, your breathing stabilising. “You’re so good at this that it’s lowkey unfair.”
Billie giggled, licking her lips. “I know.”
She got up, switching on the sink’s tap and waited for warm water. She soaked a new towel with the water, kneeling back down to help clean you up.
“Does this feel good?” Billie asked, wiping you clean.
“Mhm.” You muttered. “Thank you.”
After getting you cleaned up, you changed into a new pair of underwear and ended up back in bed with Billie.
She drew circles on your back until your eyes started drifting closed. She was on her phone when she realised you were already asleep. She put down her phone to admire your peaceful expression under the sunlight.
“You look so good,” Billie murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.
pairing: older!fem!bottom billie x sub!top!masc!celeb reader
w.c: 3k
contains: explicit content!! fluff if you squint „ way too much kissing, dirty talk, solo shower masturbation (b! receiving), established relationship, fingering, swearing, squirting, edging, clit play, tit play, strap-on (r! receiving), strap sucking, stomach bulge kink, oral (b! receiving), pussydrunk!reader, love bites, overstim, degrading (kinda), gagging, cum eating, aftercare
kk here: is it even a kk fic if there’s no fluff 😋 not proofread ( request by @nymxnolabel )
“It’s just an anniversary lunch.” At least, that’s what you muttered to yourself while putting on your dress. It was gorgeous, hand-picked by Billie herself. Spaghetti straps, the skirt far too short and barely covered anything. It would give your mother a heart attack if she ever saw it. The dress was this beautiful shade of wine red that Billie claimed “matched your eyes”.
You were wearing a matching lace thong that was more like a very expensive piece of string.
Earlier, you had sworn to Billie that it was your anniversary and it shouldn’t end in sex. If you broke the rule, it was a week-long sex ban.
You had to control yourself.
You shouldn’t give in.
You couldn’t give in.
The thought of touching Billie like that sent a shiver down your spine, anticipation already building.
Taking a deep breath, you shook yourself out of it, patiently waiting for Billie to reveal her outfit. She had refused to show it to you last night, claiming it was a “surprise”. You protested, but she was adamant.
And boy was it a surprise. Billie walked out in a formal black and white suit, but the jacket was tailored to fit her waist and the dress pants just a little baggy around the thighs. She looked like the definition of sexy. You almost forgot to breathe.
“Holy shit, ma.” You muttered, putting your hands on her waist. “You look…”
“Stunning?” Billie teased.
“Yeah, yeah, that.” You said, eyes still roaming over her body.
“My eyes are up here, baby.” She tilted your chin up with her finger. “Distracted?”
“A little bit, yeah.” You bit your lip. “Maybe we should stay home.” You murmured, gripping her waist a little tighter.
You were getting distracted. How were you supposed to keep your hands to yourself when all you wanted to do was worship her?
“Nuh uh, do you know how hard it is to get a reservation at this restaurant? Besides, did you forget about your promise?” Billie grabbed your hand, practically having to pry your fingers off of her. “Come on, we’re going.”
Billie pulled you in for a quick kiss, but you pulled her back in after she pulled away. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Eilish.” You pressed a kiss onto her cheek, jaw, the corner of her lip, and finally her lips.
She blushed, mouth opening and then closing. You took that as an invitation to kiss her again, cupping her cheek.
Billie broke away for air, ears red and lipstick a little smudged. You swiped the imperfection with your finger, applying it to your own lips.
“Let’s go.” You took her hand, intertwining her fingers with yours.
Billie’s chauffeur was waiting for her to take the two of you to the restaurant. Billie opened the door for you, muttering “subs first.” You hit her arm lightly, but got in anyway. The first time you had been in this car, the chauffeur tried to open the door for you, Billie glared at him, and told him that it was her job to open the door for you, not his. Even though it actually is his job.
Billie got in after you, closing the door behind her. The drive there would take over thirty minutes, so you were in for a long ride.
Twelve minutes in, you two were both on your phones when Billie shifted closer, putting her hand on your thigh.
You didn’t pay her much attention, but her hand slowly moved higher and higher, until it was at the seam of your dress.
“Whatchu doin?” You murmured, slightly spreading your thighs out of muscle memory.
“What, can’t touch my girlfriend now?” She smirked. The car suddenly felt hot, almost suffocating.
“You’re doing this on purpose, trying to get me to fuck up.” You moved her hand off your thigh. “But I’m not falling for it.”
Finally, you had reached the restaurant. Somehow, paparazzi had figured out that the two of you would be there. The second Billie walked out behind you, she took off her jacket to wrap around your waist.
Finally, you got into the restaurant, the warmth inside contrasting with the bite of the cold outside. Your waitress led you and Billie to the back corner of the restaurant, farthest away from the paparazzi. Billie pulled out your chair and draped her jacket over your lap, before sitting down herself.
“Your dress is too short.” She said, looking at the menu.
“You picked it.”
“Yeah, for my eyes only.”
“Too bad. We’re both household names. Suck it up.”
“I don’t like people looking at you only wearing that little.”
“Well, maybe I do.”
Billie clenched her jaw, leaning across the table to whisper in your ear.
“Where will this attitude be when you’re begging and crying on my dick tonight?”
You stilled. Your breath hitched, heat pooling in your core.
Billie laughed, sitting back down in her chair.
“You can’t- you can’t just say that!” Your cheeks were on fire, just a few shades away from your dress.
“Well, maybe I can.” She shrugged, mocking you.
“Can we talk about something family-friendly? Please?”
The rest of the date went well. At the end, you asked the waitress to take about fifty different Polaroids of you and Billie in various poses. You swear you heard the poor girl breathe a sigh of relief after you said it was over.
On the ride home, you counted them.
“We took like, a hundred dollars worth of Polaroids.”
Billie hummed.
You kept shifting through them, seeing if any one of them was Instagram-worthy.
“Holy shit, look at this one.” You handed her the Polaroid. You were looking at the camera, hand cupping your cheek, and Billie was looking at you with so much love in her eyes that it had been captured in a picture.
Billie handed it back, nodding in approval.
“How do we get the digital copy? I’ll post it on my Instagram.”
“I’ll do it at home.”
At home, you were on the couch, next to Billie, transferring the images from your SD card to her phone.
“There it is, we look so cute hello???” You zoomed in on the picture, squealing when you saw it up close. You looked so good, and Billie looked so whipped.
“You have to post it, my new song would go so well with it.”
“What caption though?”
“I think it’s only suitable that it’s a lyric. Maybe from an old school song?”
Billie thought for a moment. “Can’t take my eyes off of you?”
“Billie Eilish you are a fucking genius, how did I not think of that?”
billieeilish: can’t take my eyes off of you | stream 4u !
Her post instantly blew up, the picture getting spread everywhere. TikTok, Instagram, Pinterest, YouTube, anywhere imaginable, it was there.
For the rest of the hour, you and Billie did your separate things, showering, working on a song, or just doomscrolling.
Ten pm, Billie stepped under the warm spray of water, just letting the water run down her body for a few minutes. Subconsciously, her hand drifted between her legs. For the entire day, the sexual frustration of seeing you so dolled up but not being able to touch you drove her crazy. Clearly, you were determined to last the day.
She leaned against, and her middle finger started thrusting inside her. It had been a long time since she masturbated. The last time was probably before she got with you, and since then, she has taken out all of her sexual frustration on you. She pictured you in your dress that day, in that tiny lace thing and tiny skirt. Her knees grew weak, and she just resorted to sitting down against the cold, marble shower wall, the water still flowing onto her skin.
As she fingered herself, she rubbed tight circles around her throbbing clit with her thumb. Billie’s moans got louder, and never had she been so grateful that the bathroom wasn’t connected to the bedroom.
She added another finger, tentatively scissoring herself. Her hips jolted so hard at the intrusion that she had to bite down on her lip until she tasted blood to keep quiet. “Fuck… fuckfuckfuckfuck…” Billie muttered, fingers curling inside of herself. She had forgotten how good masturbating felt. Every time she pulled out her fingers, her hips would tilt upwards, chasing them desperately.
She played with her tits, rolling a nipple between her fingers along with her hips, biting down on her tongue. She let out a loud mewling sound as she hit that gummy spot inside her. Clamping a hand over her mouth, embarrassed, she kept targeting that spot, her hips jerking every time she hit it.
Her thrusts grew faster, her breaths more laboured, the knot in her stomach tighter. With a final thrust, Billie came over the shower’s glass door, successfully swallowing what would’ve been a shamefully loud moan. She just sat there, her arousal and cum mixing with the water from the shower. Her pussy was swollen and red, but she still needed more. She needed you.
She first washed off her cum from the glass, then wiped herself down, checking the time. Eleven pm. She had been fingering herself in the shower for at least thirty minutes. Billie got dressed in your expensive cashmere sweaters that were three sizes too big for her and a pair of practically transparent white, lace panties.
The sweater swallowed her, reaching just below her ass. Her arousal was already soaking through the lace. She could feel it.
Walking into the bedroom, she saw you on your MacBook. After that shower, she was feeling… bold. You were just sitting there in the bed, all pretty and innocent.
She climbed over to you, straddling your lap. “Hey.”
You closed your MacBook, surprised. “Is that my sweater?”
She hummed. “Maybe, maybe not.”
“Okay, what do you want?” Your hand slid up her thigh, just to realise- “Oh, you’re not wearing shorts.”
She hummed again.
“And you know what I’m feeling tonight?” Billie murmured in your ear, pressing her tits against yours.
“I’m not falling for it, Eilish. I made my promise, and I will follow through.”
She pouted. “You’re no fun.”
She laid next to you under the sheets for fifteen minutes, but the throbbing in her pussy didn’t stop.
“Come on…” Billie whined. “Just once, let me make you feel good baby.”
You shook your head firmly. “Forty more minutes to go.”
She buried her face in your neck, groaning. The last three minutes to twelve am, Billie kept checking her phone. 11:57 PM. 11:58 PM. 11:59 PM. And then-
Billie was on you, kissing you like a starved woman.
You flipped her over so that you were on top. “Need to taste you.” You pulled up her sweater, exposing the soaked lace and swollen pussy. “Did you touch yourself before?”
Tentatively, Billie nodded. “I- in the shower… I couldn’t help myself.”
“Naughty girl…” You pushed her panties to the side, plunging two long, strong fingers into her pussy. “But can your fingers make you feel like this?” You curled them inside her, immediately hitting her spot. Her back bowed off the bed, a whimper falling from her lips.
“That’s what I thought.” You continued thrusting, lowering your mouth onto her angry, swollen clit. You flicked it, sucked on it, bit it, all while fingering her with all you’ve got. You pressed your tongue flat against her clit, feeling it engorge in real time.
“Fuck I- I’m gonna cum-“ You stopped just as she was about to finish, pulling out your fingers.
“That’s what you get for being impatient.”
“What? No! Give me back my orgasm! I was so close…” Her eyes pricked with tears. She looked pathetic, ruined.
“Suck.” You put your fingers in front of her mouth, making her suck off her own arousal.
You fumbled the drawer, but pulled out a strap from inside. “You said you wanna make me feel good, right? Then do it.”
Billie gladly took the strap, putting it on. You took off your Nike shorts, pushing your thong to the side as you rubbed the silicone with your pussy. Billie actually whimpered, as if the dildo was part of her. Slowly, you sank onto it, biting your lip.
Despite that, swears still spilt out of your mouth as you struggled to fit the strap inside you. It had been so long since you had used it that it hurt to even get through the first few inches.
“Take your time baby,” Billie murmured, voice sultry, stroking your hair. “You’re doing amazing.”
“It hurts so much, so good.” You bit your lip, sinking down another inch. Finally, you fit the entire strap inside you, completely out of breath.
“Wait a minute.” She put her hand on your stomach. “Start moving.”
You did, and you watched Billie’s eyes dilate as your stomach expanded every time you sank down.
“You have a bulge kink, Eilish? Never pegged you for that kind of girl.”
“I didn’t. But now… fuck.”
Her words only spurred you on to fuck yourself on her dick faster, leaving love bites all over the left side of her neck and shoulder.
The pretty sounds she was making just from your hickeys were the most pornographic sounds you had ever heard. “Shit, keep going, baby.” Billie put her hand on your hip, tilting your chin to look at her with the other. “Look at me when I fuck you.”
That was the final straw for you, as you stilled and came on her strap.
You sank onto her strap before getting up.
“Clean up your own mess.” You didn’t hesitate, and she watched you lie between her legs, the tip of her strap pushing past your swollen lips. As you reached near the bottom, you gagged, and something about you gagging on her strap made Billie even hornier than before.
“Fuck it, it’s my turn.” She took off the strap without warning, watching you gag on it again with a strange sort of satisfaction.
Kneeling in front of Billie, you put a pillow under her back for comfort and spread her legs. Then, you started kissing her, from her forehead to her breasts and finally to the inside of her thighs.
At that point, they were already trembling, aching to be kissed. You kissed them and then turned your attention to her pussy. It was already clenching around nothing, lips glistening, red and swollen. You pressed a kiss directly on them, eliciting a sharp gasp from Billie.
Her arousal was already forming a small puddle on the sheets, dripping slowly. You pressed your tongue flat against her pussy, licking it from her slit to her clit.
“F- fuck baby…” Billie breathed out. “Stop teasing me, just fuck me already!”
“What’s the fun in that?” You spread her legs even wider, running your fingers along the rim of her lips and then spreading them apart with your thumbs. You admired her pretty pussy before diving in, practically making out with it.
“You taste soo good ma…” You mumbled against her clit. The vibrations from your voice made her hips jerk against your mouth. Instinctively, she tried to close her legs, but you forced them open. You were pussydrunk. Your eyes were glazed over and the only thing on your mind was eating her out all night.
Billie tugged on your hair, her hips grinding against your mouth. “I- I’m close-“ You tasted her cum spread across your tongue, lapping all of it up hungrily.
The adrenaline wore off after a few minutes, both of your chests heaving violently. You climbed on top of her body, kissing her neck.
“I think you need another shower.”
Billie laughed dryly, her voice already becoming rough. “You think?”
“Stay here. I’ll go get the shower ready.” You pressed a kiss to her forehead, going to the bathroom.
You flicked on the faucet, letting the water gather in the bathtub. Waiting for it to fill up, you went back to your room to get new clothes and towels.
After a while, the bathtub was full. You turned off the faucet and then went to get Billie.
“Time for your second shower of the day ma,” you said, sweeping her up in your arms, bridal style. She squealed as you did so, instinctively wrapping her arms around your neck.
“I hate you,” she muttered against your neck. But you knew she didn’t really mean it. She never did.
“Okay, let’s go.” You slowly lowered Billie into the tub, careful not to put her down too fast. The tub was big enough to fit both of you, so you got in too.
You stepped in behind her, pulling her onto your thighs.
“Both of us are gonna be walking funny tomorrow.” You murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her neck. “Are you hurting anywhere?”
“Mmm… not yet. Let’s just get clean as soon as possible and go to bed.” Billie leaned onto your body, head on your shoulder.
The shower went by relatively quickly, Billie nearly falling asleep multiple times. You took turns shampooing and drying each other’s hair.
After getting changed, you climbed into bed with her, wrapping her in your arms. “We’ll change the sheets tomorrow.” You muttered, face buried in Billie’s neck. She simply hummed and hugged you back.
It didn’t take long until she drifted asleep, and you passed out not long after.
&. 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.”
☆彡
yourusername
♬ ㅤy/n · mary jane
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yourusername coachella, 2026 💋
pinkpantheress soooo cute!
⤷ yourusername not as cute as u
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paigebueckers my girl
⤷ yourusername all yours <3
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kikiiriafen i should’ve been there 😔
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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.
&. LUTHER 【 i’d take away the pain, i’d give you everything 】
synopsis: you’re injured and paige has to go to practice, but she doesn’t want to leave you
pairing: dallas wings!dependent!paige x dallas wings!gf!reader
w.c: 1k
contains: tooth rotting fluff ^ slight use of y/n in texts
kk here: sorry it took so long ++ it’s so short :( | not proofread ( request by @holyberserkeritrinity )
You were playing at your peak in a game against the Sky. 23 points in the first half of the game, the Wings had a 17-point lead, and the game was in your hands.
Everything was going well, until it happened. You went for a layup. When you landed, you went down hard on Sydney Taylor’s foot, and your ankle folded inwards. It was that sharp, familiar pain that spread in your ankle.
You felt your body hit the ground, hard, on your shoulder. You rolled around onto your chest, clutching your ankle. The referee calls for a time-out. Paige, nearly tripped over herself in an attempt to get to you, her hands shaking and uncertain.
“Hey, hey, are you okay?” She whispered. “Please be okay, talk to me.”
With Li Yueru's help, she helped you up. You tried to put weight on your bad foot and winced when you felt pain shoot through your foot. “Definitely rolled.” You told Paige, hobbling to the tunnel.
The moment you were in the changing rooms and out of sight of the cameras, Paige sat you down, crouched in front of you, and immediately cupped your cheek. Li went to get an ice pack and a stool. “What happened?”
“I- I stepped on Sydney’s foot when I landed.” Paige hugged you, and you felt your eyes fill with tears. You sniffle, trying not to cry in front of Paige. She kisses you on your jaw, thumb rubbing circles on your thigh. “I got you baby.”
Li comes back with ice and a stool, but Jose also walks to the door. “Bueckers, Yureru, you’re back out. The game’s still going on. There’ll be nurses here soon.”
Paige kisses you one last time on the forehead before she gets up to leave. Li hugs you and gives you the ice pack before following Jose out. You elevated your foot onto the stool and waited for the paramedics.
Paige gets back to the game, but she’s distracted. She kept looking over to the tunnel, hoping you’d appear. During a timeout, Jose pulls her away. “You need to concentrate, Bueckers. I don’t care that your girlfriend’s injured. Because she’s injured, the team needs you, you understand me?”
Paige nodded. “Yes I just-“
The referee blew her whistle, signalling the end of the timeout. Jose cuts her off. “Doesn’t matter. Last quarter, play like you. We’re still up by 9.”
Dallas Wings won by one. It was close. Paige wasn’t in her element, she was worried, and couldn’t focus. After everything, she rushed to the locker rooms, looking for you. She found you already in a brace, head in your hands.
Paige knelt in front of you, hugging you tight. “Did we win?” You murmured into your neck.
“Mhm.”
“Good.”
“How are you feeling?” Paige tilted your chin to look at her.
“Hurts like hell. Said I’d be out for at least a week.”
The rest of the team poured into the locker room. Seeing the PDA, groans of annoyance spread through the room.
You laughed. “Y’all just haters for real.”
“At least I’m not in the locker room staring at someone like we’re Jack and Rose,” Alanna said, and the room regained the same amount of energy as it usually would have after a game.
Paige insisted on driving you back to her place after. She supported you to the car, carrying both your bags.
“You know, you don't have to do this.” You muttered. “I’m a grown ass woman. I can walk on my own.”
She ignored you, opening the passenger door for you. “Injured ladies first.”
You rolled your eyes, scoffing. “Very funny, Bueckers.” But you sat down anyway.
The whole ride back to her place was quiet, with Paige occasionally looking over to check on you.
At her house, she cooked some scrambled eggs and served them on two plates. “I uh, don’t know how to cook.” She said sheepishly.
After showering, you got dressed in one of Paige’s hoodies and sweatpants, and climbed into bed with her, burying your face in the crook of her neck.
☆彡
Paige woke up to her alarm, her back against yours and her arms wrapped tightly around your waist. You stirred, turning around and wincing when you felt your ankle shift in the wrong direction. Paige turned off her alarm, kissing your cheek.
“Morning.” She whispered groggily. “Does your ankle feel any better?”
You tried moving it and felt the same harsh pain.
“Nope.”
Paige groaned, annoyed.
“Why did you haveeee to get injured?”
You rolled your eyes. “You really think I wanted to?”
“How long are you out for?”
“Coach recommended that I stay at home for at least another week.”
“Well, I mean, if he recommended you then it means he recommended me too.” Paige wrapped herself tighter around you. “Practice’s no fun without you anyway.”
“Come on Paige, go to practice.”
“Nuh uh.”
“Go or I’m posting the picture of you hugging me when you were drunk onto my Instagram story.”
Paige let out a dramatic gasp, her jaw dropping. “You wouldn’t do this to me.”
“I would.”
She pouted, sitting up. “You’re the worst.”
☆彡
After whining and complaining for at least half an hour, Paige finally got her bag packed and herself dressed.
“Do I have to go?” She pouted at you before you shoved her out of the door.
“Have fun baby!” You called after her as you shut the door.
As soon as Paige got to the gym, she texted you.
p 🐽: im here
p 🐽: miss me yet?
y/n: no
p 🐽: liar
During water breaks in between drills, she still insisted on texting you, even though she knew you’d be too lazy to reply.
p 🐽: my legs are killing me
p 🐽: we miss u
p 🐽: practice without u is boring
p 🐽: omw home rn :p
Paige opened the door to her house, immediately going to look for you. The second she saw you, she pulled you into her arms, squeezing you. “I missed you sosososososososososososo much.”
You squirmed, giggling. “Ew, you’re all sweaty and stuff!”
synopsis: you've been alysa's celebrity crush since your debut, and you two "happen" to cross paths at the AMAs ( part one )
pairing: olympian!older!alysa x katseye’s 7th member!reader
w.c: 3.1k
contains: tooth rotting flufffff | use of y/n (SORRYYUUUHH)
kk here: chromed out alysa can ruin my life and id thank her part one | part two not proofread
Alysa anxiously checked her makeup for the millionth time with her phone’s front camera in the Uber. She was on her way to the American Music Awards, twitching to bite her nails, leg shaking in nervousness. She knew you would be there with Prada.
Since KATSEYE was announced in 2023, Alysa had been embarrassingly obsessed with you. Even her Olympics leotard was inspired by your outfit in the Debut MV.
Unfortunately, she had never had the opportunity to see you up close, so this might be the first and only time she’d ever be able to come in close contact with you.
When KATSEYE debuted in 2024, you were only 15 and Alysa was 18. She hadn’t planned on stanning you because you were a minor, but she found herself slowly falling for your charms. She didn’t like you in a parasocial way. She just had your picture as her phone wallpaper and watched your fancams in her free time.
She had been to the Beautiful Chaos tour in December 2025 in Los Angeles. However, she could only get tickets for the second floor, so she could barely see you. She cried at the concert anyway.
Finally, her Uber stopped. Then, the flash of cameras nearly blinded her. She flinched, and then regained her composure, smiling for the cameras.
Eventually, she steps into the room and immediately gets pulled away to take pictures. Afterwards, she was pulled away again backstage to prepare herself for the prize presentation.
A strict-looking woman with a slick back walked over to her. “Alysa Liu?”
“Uh, yeah, yeah. That’s me.” Alysa spun around to talk to her.
“You will be presenting the prize for…” She ran a finger down her clipboard. “…New Artist of the Year. You can only see the winner when it’s time to present the award. The nominees are Olivia Dean, The Marías, Addison Rae, sombr, Lean Thomas, Alex Warren, Lola Young… and Katseye.”
Alysa’s heart skipped a beat when she heard your group, nodding. “Okay. Got it.” She took the envelope from the woman, carefully putting it into her pocket.
As she waited, she struck up a conversation with Anthony Ramos. Awkward, but better than just silence. After what felt like an eternity, it was finally Alysa’s time to announce the winner of New Artist of the Year.
She walked on stage with her practised confident smile, taking the stage and putting down the award on the lectern.
“And the winner for the Best Female K-Pop Artist is…” Alysa opened the envelope, pulling out the piece of paper. “KATSEYE!”
The camera switched to your group’s face. You stood up first as the leader, leading the rest to the stage to collect the award.
You then presented the winning speech.
“This is so insane, there’s so much I wanna say but there’s not enough time so I’ll keep this short. Thank you to our Eyekons, we could not be here without you guys. Thank you to everyone who’s ever supported us before, even if you’ve only streamed our song once or twice. Especially thank you LE SSERAFIM and ILLIT sunbaenim for inspiring us, we love you so much. We haven’t debuted for too long but we already have an American Music Award, and that’s just so so so unreal. We hope our music keeps inspiring everyone and we’ll keep representing our culture. Once again, thank you eyekons, and we are KATSEYE!”
Alysa couldn’t keep her gaze off of you. To the naked eye, she was just being polite. In reality, she was taking you in, admiring how good you looked even under the harsh stage lights.
You then smiled and bowed to Alysa, hugging her with one arm, and her heart nearly stopped beating.
You got off stage, and Alysa retreated backstage as well.
The rest of the ceremony flew by but Alysa was in a state of shock for the whole time. The fact that you, her bias, had smiled at her and hugged her was so unbelievable that she just couldn’t process it. She had expected a glance, maybe even a nod, but definitely not direct interaction.
Later, it was time for everyone to walk around and congratulate each other. Alysa was just wandering pointlessly, looking around and exploring the venue. When all of a sudden, a hand tapped her back and she heard a very familiar voice. “Hey, you’re Alysa Liu, right?”
Alysa has never turned around faster in her life. There you were, right in front of her. You were alone, but you looked even better close up, in real life.
She almost forgets to speak for a split second. “Uh, yeah, that’s me.”
“You’re kinda hard to miss, striped hair and all. I kinda wanna dye mine a similar style.”
Alysa’s hand went up to her hair. “You totally should, you would look amazing.”
“You think?”
“Mhm.” Alysa bit her tongue to stop herself from saying “you’d look good with anything.”
“This is your first time at the American Music Awards, right?”
“Yeah. Kinda surprised I even got invited, to be honest. I don’t have a lot to do with music.”
“I mean, your performance for the Exhibition Gala at the Olympics did go really viral. I can’t seem to avoid it.”
“You’ve seen it?” Alysa tilted her head, surprised.
“Who hasn’t? It’s everywhere.”
“I mean, yeah, that’s true I guess.”
Then, a photographer walked up, asking to take pictures. Alysa felt a little disappointed until she heard you say, “Do you mind if I get a picture of the two of us?”
“You don’t mind? Right?” Alysa shook her head no. The photographer agreed, leading the two of you to the curtains.
After taking the photos, you thanked Alysa and hugged her, and then kept taking individual photos.
On the Uber back to her place, she finds herself searching you up on Instagram. Your account pops up from the first letter of your username.
She keeps it open for a few moments, just soaking in all of your posts. She refreshed the page and saw that your following count had gone up by one. Curious, she clicked into your followings, and her jaw nearly dislocated when she saw that you had started following her.
She checked your shared activity
y/n followed you in May 2026
You followed y/n in Nov 2023
“Holy shit.” She muttered, taking a screenshot, sending it into the group chat with Amber and Isabeau.
alysa: [ 1 attachment ]
alysa: GUYS????
amber: are we serious
isabeau: ?????? is this ai
alysa: omg go kys
But Alysa was smiling so hard that her face hurt.
You two texted to and from, Alysa oversharing and you matching her energy. You were surprisingly funnier than she’d expected, making her laugh even over text.
Two days later, she saw that you had posted an AMAS photo dump.
y/n BUY ME PRADA
styled by @katieqian my girl 🤍
thank you @prada @amas
She liked it immediately, then scrolled through the photos. You looked breathtaking as usual, but the one that really caught her eye was the fifth picture.
It was the candid one that the photographer had taken when you hugged her goodbye.
Her. In your Instagram post. Your post.
She hesitates for a moment, and then she types a comment
alysaxliu: power duo
She checked her DMs hopefully, and sure enough, you had sent two messages.
y/n: hey !! here’s the pics from the amas if you wanted to post any 🤍
y/n: [ three attachments ]
Alysa saved them immediately, liking them.
She typed a response, deleted it, typed another, and deleted it again. She then settled on a response.
alysaxliu: thank you!! i’ll def be posting them, they look amazing.
alysaxliu: btw, i saw your post
alysaxliu: thank you for including me
Her heart flipped in her chest seeing you start typing.
y/n: ofc
y/n: they look unreal
y/n: i saw your comment btw
y/n: might have something to do with you being in the pic
alysaxliu: just u
You liked her reply with a “🤍” and didn’t reply further.
Alysa smiled into her pillow. If anyone had told her three years ago, that she’d be casually texting you, she’d call them crazy and delusional.
The next day, she posted her pics, with only one picture with another person, and that was you. The rest were just individual photos.
You reposted it to your story, and it wasn’t long until the comments rolled in.
y/nism: im starting a rumour
y/nfineshyt: they’re so cute tgt ong
y/nallaroundtheworld: oh how i love this duo
Alysa stared at her phone for a while, then decided to text you.
alysaxliu: wanna grab coffee tgt sometime?
What if you rejected her?
What if you thought she was weird?
What if you-
y/n: sure !! when where?
Holy fucking shit.
alysaxliu: anytime is fine with me
y/n: well it’s not good for me to be seen out in public with someone not in the kpop industry
y/n: maybe i can come over or you can come over to my apartment? i can order some food and stuff.
alysaxliu: i can come over, where’s your apartment?
y/n: [ Google Maps link ]
alysaxliu: tmr, 5 pm okay with you?
y/n: see u then
That day, Alysa spent half an hour picking out the perfect outfit, and an hour perfecting her makeup and hair.
She took the elevator down to her apartment lobby, getting into an Uber since there wasn’t free parking near your place. It was some high-end apartment complex that Alysa won’t ever even dream about living in. The drive there took roughly an hour.
Her heart nearly stopped when she stepped out and saw you.
“Hey.” You smiled, taking her hand. “They won’t let you in if they don’t recognise you.
“H- hey.” Alysa blushed from her stutter and your hand in hers.
She followed you into the escalator, taking it up to your floor.
You made her take off her shoes before entering, her jaw nearly dropping when she saw your place. It wasn’t really minimalist, but not too over the top as well.
You ordered takeout, refused to let Alysa pay you back, and ate while talking about everything under the moon. Mainly it was you who talked and Alysa who listened while staring at you, mesmerised.
“I noticed that you’ve been following me since 2023.” You brought it up casually. Alysa nearly chokes on her Coke. “Are you a pre-debut fan of Katseye?”
“Uh, yeah.” She smiled sheepishly. “Caught in 4k I guess.”
“Well, it’s an honour to know that the Alysa Liu is an Eyekon.”
“Are you kidding? I can’t even believe that you know I exist?”
“You’re an Olympian, Alysa.”
“Okay, but you’re y/n.”
After finishing your food, you invited Alysa to check out your room. “It’s nothing like the rest of my house, you wouldn’t believe it.”
She had doubts when you said that, but when she walked in, she was proven wrong.
Your entire room smelled faintly of vanilla and was filled with posters of bands, Marvel, and a bunch of fandoms that she wasn’t a part of. A fourth of your room was empty, the very front had a floor-to-ceiling mirror and had wood flooring instead of a white carpet. You had a queen-sized bed tucked into the corner, a beanbag and a walk-in closet.
“So that’s where I practice alone.” You pointed at the wood floor. “And that’s where I become a chud.” You pointed at your bed. It was filled almost a third of the way with plushies, the sheets unmade and messy.
Alysa eventually loosened up and ended up on the beanbag while you lay in your bed, head on her shoulder, both of you doomscrolling. You were so close that she could smell the scent of apple in your hair and you could hear her heartbeat going five hundred miles an hour.
“I have practice in like, an hour.” You suddenly spoke up while later, breaking the silence. “I’ll still text you though.”
“Oh, okay, that’s fine.” Alysa tried to hide her disappointment. She wanted to soak in your presence for a little longer, but knew you had more important matters to deal with.
You went over to your closet, picking out a loose shirt that said “IDGAF” in bold red print and a pair of grey sweats, closing the closet door to change.
“You like this outfit?” You stepped out of the closet, fully dressed.
Alysa looked up, nodding.
She called an Uber and you went down to the parking lot, waving her goodbye.
At HYBE, you met up with Lara and Yoonchae, and waited for Daniela, Megan and Sophia to show up. Using that time, you texted Alysa.
y/n: u got home safe?
alysaxliu: yes lol, thx
alysaxliu: u at hybe?
y/n: yup lol, waiting for the rest to show up
alysaxliu: whatchu going tdy?
y/n: nothing special, just filming a dance practice.
alysaxliu: be careful
You reacted “🤍” to her message
y/n: gotta go, they’re all here
alysaxliu: okayy
You smiled at your phone before putting it into your bag
“Girl you’re never this happy before practice, who are you texting? Must be a miracle worker.” Daniela side-eyed you suspiciously
“Nobody.” You replied, a little too fast.
After practice, you and Yoonchae were getting to your cars before getting caught by sasaeng fans. One of them was trying to hug you, and you hugged her back. Yoonchae meanwhile, ignored the camera filming her, trying to hide.
You finally managed to get rid of them, and Yoonchae huffed. “You’re too nice to turn, rewarding their bad behaviour. You need to stand up for yourself.”
You simply shrugged. “I mean, I don’t like sasaengs, but they’re still Eyekons, so I still kind of appreciate them.”
She rolled her eyes, but didn’t push it further.
Alysa was in her dorm, scrolling on Twitter when she saw the video.
“ KATSEYE Y/N AND YOONCHAE spotted after practice “
The video showed the sasaengs surrounding you, filming you and hugging you. You were clearly overwhelmed, yet still entertaining them.
She immediately texted you.
alysaxliu: hey i js saw the video
alysaxliu: u good?
y/n: yeah lmao
y/n: i love my eyekons
alysaxliu: okay, stay safe alr?
y/n: okay cutie
Alysa nearly drops her phone on her face.
alysaxliu: look who’s talking
After a few months of subtly flirting back and forth, you and she are comfortable enough to lie together in bed together.
To be honest, you still affected Alysa the way you had affected her back in May. It still felt unreal when she had your arms wrapped around her in her dorm bed. But now she’s much more comfortable with you, not as tense.
Somewhere along the way, you had become reliant on Alysa. She had been the one to support you after every hard practice, every mistake, every meltdown.
The first kiss was sudden and unexpected. You were cooking in your apartment, and Alysa was sitting on the kitchen counter. She was just looking at you, studying the way you moved.
“Taste the soup.” You held the spoon to her lips, snapping her out of her daze.
“Huh? Oh.” She sipped it, nodding in approval. “Tastes good.”
Neither of you moved for a moment, her eyes following you for a second too long.
You went back to the stove and continued stirring the soup. Alysa got off the countertop, leaning next to you.
“You’re good at this.” She tentatively tucked a piece of stray hair behind your ear.
“You think?”
“Mhm.”
Alysa moved closer, wrapping her arm around your shoulders and pulling you to her side.
You looked up at her, smiling, spoon still in hand. Alysa cupped your face, leaning in close enough to smell that apple flavour in your hair that she loved. She gave you enough time to pull away if you wanted to. When you didn’t, she pulled you in to press her lips against yours.
It was soft, everything that Alysa had ever dreamed of. Your reaction was buffered for a second before you kissed her back.
She pulled away first, burying her face in your neck, her breathing heavy and unstable.
“I can’t believe I just did that.” She breathed out, lifting her head from your shoulder.
“And I can’t believe you just did that.” You laughed.
“No like, three years ago I was sure you’d never know I even existed and now I’m in your apartment and I just-“
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” You cupped her cheek and pressed a short kiss to the corner of her lips.
“So, I’ll take it as you like me too?”
“Yes I do, Alysa, I like you a lot.”
“Does it mean I can kiss you again?”
You kissed her cheek. “Yes, it does, silly. As many times as you want.”
You were constantly busy, but you still managed to make time for Alysa. You started going to practice in her clothes, going to her place instead of your own after practice.
Alysa discovered that you were actually a pretty clingy girlfriend. You needed constant attention, and it was practically impossible to pry you off after a rough day.
Every night, she found herself lying next to you, arm around your waist, your leg thrown over hers. You would be in her clothes, and occasionally press a kiss to her cheek, and she would blush every time.
You practically lived at her apartment, but Alysa wasn’t complaining. It was every Eyekon’s dream- to have their bias in their arms every night.
You did end up dying your hair like Alysa’s for the iconic by mistake music video. You dyed it the opposite of how she did, so it was more matching than the same.
Once, you were looking for her portable charger when you came across something that looked like a photo book. Curiosity took over you, and you opened it. You were met with your face. You flicked through the pages. It was filled with every photocard of yours, every single one since your debut.
“Alysa?” You called out, still looking through the binder.
When she opened the door and saw you holding it, her first reaction was denial.
“I-“ She started, but you cut her off.
“Didn’t know you were such a big fan of me.”
“This is so embarrassing.”
“It’s cute.”
“You’re just saying that.”
“No, I’m serious. It’s cute.”
You kissed her neck, and muttered, “Everything you do is cute.”
&. VIDEO GAMES 【 heaven is a place on earth with you 】
synopsis: gf!paige headcannons
pairing: uconn!paige x roommate!gf!reader
w.c: 0.4k
contains: tooth rotting fluff !!
kk here: first post kinda nervous, little bit of paige fluff cuz she’s definitely a clingy gf lol, not proofread
- gf!paige who lovesss showing you off every chance she gets. Paparazzi? She'll casually sling her arm over your shoulder, purposely pulling you closer to her side.
- gf!paige who's so clingy that she has to have her hand on you at all times. Her hand on your thigh, arm wrapped around your waist, her hand clutching yours like she's afraid you'd let go.
- gf!paige who loves you so much that her ipad and phone wallpaper are you. She also has a polaroid of you and her in her wallet and the back of her clear phone case.
- gf!paige who always points at you after shooting a three in her games, mouthing "for you".
- gf!paige who is always in the same room as you. When you leave to go to another room, she follows immediately, claiming it's "just a coincidence".
- gf!paige who was terrible at hiding your relationship from the start because she had such expressive eyes, always looking at you with such overwhelming love that your teammates would roll their eyes in annoyance.
- gf!paige who has a special notification sound and ringtone for you just so she would never miss any of your texts.
- gf!paige who never fails to fall asleep while cuddling. It could be the morning, afternoon, or night, she's guaranteed to fall asleep with her leg over yours.
- gf!paige who tries to act cold when you piss her off but ultimately folds with zero pressure and crawls back into bed with you, whining until you hug her back.
- gf!paige who would annoy you until you agreed to do a stupid new TikTok trend with her.
- gf!paige who would lowkey choose you over her ipad.
- gf!paige who has been consistently trying to get your mii and her mii to fall in love in Tomodatchi Life. She's been unsuccessful and secretly crashes out about it when she thinks you're not looking
- gf!paige who gets the worse case of cuteness aggression ever whenever she sees you in her clothes, and how big they look on you. She’d hug you from behind and pepper your face with kisses after you turn around in her arms until you're both giggling.
