could you write paige bueckers fluffy smut maybe its readers first time kay thanks!
hihi tysm for the ask, sorry im not comfortable with writing smut for paige (or alysa liu) </3 since i don’t see her that way. but im happy to take any fluff/suggestive fics for paige and alysa, or smut fics for billie (and maybe sabrina carpenter too)
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, 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.
Hey! Not sure if you do smut or not, but if you do could you do something with milf!fem Billie and sub!top masc!reader… maybe a situation where Billie teases reader to the brink of reader being rough with Billie
hihi and yes i do! i’ve been working on it for the past few days so it’ll probably get posted later tomorrow 😛 (unfortunately im not sure how to incorporate milf!billie so i just made it older!Billie instead, hope that’s okay 🥹)
&. CINNAMON GIRL 【 hold me, love me, touch me, honey 】
sypnosis: 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.
haii hi I was wondering if you could write something about Paige and gf!reader, where they do a cute tiktok trend together? Not sure if you get what I mean but something like the water bowl trend. tysmm loved your first two fics 🤤
heyyy baby yes ofc!! mb it took me so long to get to you 😵💫 thank you for your request and yes i’ll have it out by today 🥹 i hope i interpreted your request right, im thinking of something along the lines of this.
so basically, i have exams (yawn) and i need to study (YAWN) and I can’t write (FAAAH) until like maybe the 19th or 20th. to the requests in my inbox, i see you, i’ll be working on them and my inbox will still be open during my hiatus, so feel free to send some requests or yap 2 me !! thank u and i’ll miss u babyyy
&. ALWAYS 【 Always, my love for you ain’t goin’ nowhere 】
sypnosis: you and Alysa broke up in middle school, but cross paths again in the Olympic Village in 2026
pairing: olympian!ex!alysa x fem!ice hockey olympian!reader
w.c: 3.2k
contains: tooth-rotting fluff !! a little bit of angst at the start
kk here: a lil long, probably shouldn’t have taken me three days to finish tho 😵💫 not proofread :(
28th March, 2018
You and Alysa met in 2018 when you were 11 and she was 13. You had gone to the ice skating rink by yourself for the first time. No experience, no plan, just hopes and dreams. Alysa was also there. It was supposed to be her day off, but she had gone to the local rink to relax.
When she wasn’t looking, she accidentally bumped into you, nearly causing you to fall over.
“Oh my god, are you okay?” She asked, hand holding you steady.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” You replied, trying to hide how shaken up you were.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking. Maybe I can teach you how to ice skate? You look pretty unsteady.”
“Actually, that would be fun. Sure.”
And that’s how you and Alysa met. Ever since then, you two were inseparable. Alysa invited you to all her competitions in the US, and you went to all of them. That’s how close you two were.
In 2019, Alysa confessed her feelings to you in her room, after you two had just gone ice skating. You were lying on her bed, and she was on her bean bag, just looking at you.
“I like you.” She blurted out, then started blushing furiously. “Oh my god. Did I just say that out loud?”
“Lys, you what?” Your jaw dropped. You had your suspicions, but had no idea she felt that way, or that she liked women. Your face was a mix of shock, embarrassment, and happiness.
“Yeah, I…” She rubbed the back of her neck. “I meant what I said. I’m sorry I’m an idiot I-“
“Are you kidding? I’ve liked you from the start!”
“Really?” Her face lit up. She hesitated, then asked.
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
You two had your first kiss the same year. School had been cancelled because the halls were flooded, so nobody else was at the rink. After months and months of practice, you finally successfully landed an axel. Alysa’s heart was so full of pride that it felt like her emotions would burst out of her chest.
“I did it!!” You jumped, skating towards her and hugging her.
“Yeah, you fucking did.” Alysa grinned down at you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist.
“We did it. I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you.”
Alysa had no idea what possessed her to do what she did next. Leaning down, she pressed her lips against yours for the first time.
You froze, but kissed her back anyway, melting into her.
“Was that… too early?” Alysa asked hesitantly, pulling away. Both of your ears were burning.
“Can I kiss you again?”
“Is that even a question?”
☆彡
April 7th, 2021
Everyone knew how far Alysa was constantly pushing herself, except for Alysa herself. Still, she constantly tried to make time for you and her. Secretly texting you at 3 am because she hadn’t seen you in three days, still squeezing out time to hang out with you even with her busy schedule.
You resorted to telling her that you had decided to quit ice skating. You hadn’t. You only told her that just so she’d stop asking you to ice skate with her, making her more tired than she already was. Truthfully, you loved ice skating. You loved the ice, but not as much as you loved Alysa.
One night, Alysa called you at 1 am, tired and insisting that she “needed to hear your voice”. She ended up falling asleep mid-sentence, exhaustion taking over. She had already been slurring her words earlier.
Your heart broke seeing her so tired. You were convinced that you were the problem. So, you made up your mind. You had to break up with Alysa. For her own good.
After one of her less tiring practices, you texted her.
you: meet me at our spot, 6:30 pm
lys 💕: everything okay??
lys 💕: already omw
You saw her messages and took a deep breath. How the absolute fuck were you going to tell someone that’s been with you since you were teens, that you wanted to end things?
You wondered on the walk to the cafe, nearly hitting a pole. Then you arrived at a small, local cafe. Nothing extraordinary, but it was near the rink where you two first met. The two of you went here every Wednesday, and it soon became “your spot”. The owner and the baristas knew you two by name and were basically your big sisters.
You took your seat at the corner of the cafe as usual. You ordered two hot chocolates, for Alysa and for yourself.
Soon, Alysa walked through the doors, greeting the baristas and her eyes immediately flicked towards you.
“Hey baby,” she kissed your cheek, putting down her bag of skating gear. “Holy shit you got me hot cocoa? Thank you so much.”
“Lys… we need to talk.”
Her face instantly changed, from a wide smile to serious. “What’s up? What happened?”
“I… I don’t know how to say this. I think you’re overworking yourself and…. We need to take a break.”
“What?” Alysa stood up abruptly. Embarrassed, she sat back down. “What do you mean? I thought we were doing pretty well.”
“I just… you’re training for the Olympics, yet you’re still constantly trying to make time for me, and I just… I don’t want you hurting yourself for me. I’ve been thinking for a while that it’s the best for you and me.”
“What? No, you’re not a burden, I do all of that because you’re my everything!”
“No Lys, you do that because you feel pressured as my girlfriend. And I’m just making everything worse by staying.” You took a deep breath. “Please don’t argue with me. I’ve made up my mind. I’m sorry, Lys.”
You stood up, took your stuff, and left forever.
Later that day, Alysa tried to text you
lys 💕: hey
ⓘ Message failed to send
☆彡
February 15th, 2026
At the Milano Olympic dining hall, Alysa was going to get more fried rice when she got distracted by the pictures on the walls. Not looking at where she was going, she bumped into someone.
“Sorry I-“ Alysa turned around, apology dying in her throat when she saw you. It didn’t click at first, but you were just… too familiar. You didn’t spare her another look though, and just walked to your teammates’ table.
The rest of the lunch flew by. Alysa barely spoke to her friends, immersed in her own thoughts. You were definitely someone she knew, but who?
Late at night in her room, it clicked. Alysa shot up from bed- you were her fucking ex from middle school. She grabbed her phone, typing your name into Google. And there you were. Rising ice hockey star, starting goalkeeper for Team USA within five years of training. She clicked on your Instagram, and there you were. 2 posts, 6.4mil followers, 573 following. Her finger hovered above the “follow” button before making up her mind and clicking it.
She kept scrolling on your Instagram and read articles dating back to 2023, until her eyes drifted shut and exhaustion took over her.
When Alysa woke up the next morning, the first thing she did was check her Instagram. Her sleepiness instantly disappeared when she saw that you had started following her. Her heart nearly stopped beating, a giddy smile spreading across her face.
See, Alysa had never truly gotten over you. For the past five years, she had only been in two relationships that lasted eight months and six months respectively. And everything she did was still dedicated to you.
On the day of her competition, Alysa was more nervous than usual. It was that feeling again. The feeling she hadn’t felt since you left. The feeling that you were watching. You had to be. She was excited but nervous at the same time. Revising her routine over and over again.
When it was finally time, she skated to the middle of the rink, heart beating in her ears. She skated like nobody was watching. It was flawless. And possibly, an Olympic gold-winning performance.
She jumped into Philip and Massimo’s arms, excited. After putting on her guards, she waited for her results, sitting down and almost vibrating with excitement.
“With a score of 150.20, Alysa Liu’s total score is 226.79!”
1st place. Philip and Massimo shook her, but Alysa was happily scanning the crowd for you. And there you were. First row, clapping and cheering.
Alysa stood up, waving and blowing kisses to the crowd.
She received her medal with pride, and then hugged Ami Naki who won bronze, whispering “I’m so proud of you.”
After the pictures, anthems, and interviews, the adrenaline finally wore off when she was getting changed. She knew that the next event was the final of women’s ice hockey, so Alysa immediately got on a bus to Unipol Dome.
On the way there, she made a few texts and calls for a seat. Miraculously, she managed to snag front row.
After finding her seat, she didn’t have to wait long to watch the players enter the rink, led by you. Alysa’s eyes were completely focused on you.
As the goalkeeper for Team USA, the announcer had to introduce you. The second your name was called, the crowd erupted in cheers. Everyone had heard of your story, everyone knew this was your first time and they were excited to see you perform.
It didn’t start well. For the first period, nobody scored. You and the goalkeeper for Canada were too strong, blocking every shot coming your way.
For the second period, Canada scored a shorthanded goal. But you didn’t let that get to you. You recovered and managed to stop any more goals. Alysa groaned. She had no knowledge of ice hockey, but she just wanted you to win.
Third period, things were going relatively smoothly. Team USA scored, tying the game 1-1. Alysa cheered so loud that the people around her gave her side eyes.
Since you tied, there was overtime. Tensions were high, and everything that went your way gave you a mini heart attack. One missed block would mean silver, and losing when you were so close was not what you could accept. You felt a weight lift off your shoulders when you saw that, miraculously, Megan had gotten a backhanded goal. You couldn’t believe it. First Olympics, and you won gold.
The crowd was deafening, but Alysa didn’t even notice. She was too busy cheering. Your team rushed together for a group hug, throwing off their helmets in the celebration. Everyone started hugging each other individually, celebrating on the ice.
After the celebrations, you wrapped the American flag around your shoulders for pictures, hyping up the crowd. You and your teammates then shook the official’s hands.
Lined up at the sidelines, “Party In the USA” by Miley Cyrus played as you waited for Team Switzerland, which won bronze earlier, to join the victory celebration.
After Switzerland and Canada received their medals, it was finally the USA’s turn.
You bowed when you received your medal and shook Tricia Smith’s hand. You also got a plushie of Tina the stoat, the Olympic mascot.
Finally, it was time for the anthem, interviews and pictures. You then shook Team Canada and Switzerland’s hands.
Then all of a sudden, everything was over. Months of practice, just for this moment, this medal. As you put on your guards and walked into the tunnel, your eyes flickered over the crowd. Your smile faltered for a second when you made eye contact with Alysa. She froze. You definitely saw and recognised her.
In the changing room, you changed absent-mindedly, zoning out the chatter of your teammates. Seeing Alysa at your game definitely shocked you. You had secretly seen her figure skating performance, but did not expect her to see your game.
That night, you stalked her Instagram, scrolling through her posts and reels. Then, you did your research. Turns out there would be an Exhibition Gala, which was basically a figure skating showcase. Alysa would definitely be there.
You thought about it for about half a second before deciding that you had to be there.
The day of the Exhibition Gala, you showed up early, finding your front row seats with Hilary, whom you had to persuade to go with you.
“Why do you even want to watch ice skating, for god’s sake?” Hilary rolls her eyes, sighing. “Love youuu.” You grinned happily.
Alysa was in the tunnel. It was almost her time to perform. Alysa was somehow more nervous for this performance than her free skate.
Smoothing her skirt, she took off her guards and waited for her name to be called. When it was finally her time, she skated to the middle of the rink, mentally preparing herself.
You watched Alysa as she skated. Confident, bold, and breathtakingly beautiful. You’re reminded of how Alysa skated with grace when you were young. How she patiently taught you how to skate, even though you would stumble and take her with you. It was only because of her that you took ice hockey and you’re able to skate so well.
You couldn’t sleep that night.
Doomscrolling on your phone, you came across a reel about Alysa Liu. Without thinking, you reposted it and didn’t think much of it.
You woke up to a message request on Instagram.
刘美贤
Wants to send you a message.
“What the…” You muttered to yourself as you opened the message.
alysaxliu: hey
alysaxliu: what’s up with the repost?
You shot up in bed. With shaky hands, you checked your main account’s reposts. There it was. Only one repost- the reel about Alysa. Last night, you thought you were on your personal account. That’s the only reason why you had reposted it. You immediately deleted your repost.
“Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck!” You thought of a way to explain yourself.
you: mb
you: i misclicked
you: i didnt do it on purpose tho
you: sorry
alysaxliu is typing…
alysaxliu: was just curious, it’s okay
you: wait
you: why were you looking at my reposts?
“Oh shit,” Alysa muttered to herself
alysaxliu: saw it by accident
You reacted to her message with a “🤨”
Alysa couldn’t help but squeal. There was a chance that maybe, just maybe, you still think of her too.
After lunch, Amber and Isabeau went to her hotel room to hang out. Alysa at the desk, Amber on her bed and Isabeau on the couch. Suddenly, Isabeau called out “Alysa, are you watching the women’s ice hockey highlights?”
Amber spoke up, “Yeah, I noticed too- she’s only been watching this one athlete too. Goalkeeper for Team USA. My sister loves her. Heard she’s the same age as us- not Isa tho.”
“You guys are ancient.” Isabeau rolled her eyes.
Alysa rubbed the back of her neck. “I’m not doing it on purpose. The algorithm keeps pushing TikToks about her to me.”
That was a lie.
“Huh. Weird.” Isabeau said, and they went back to doing their own stuff.
Finally, it was time for the party in the Olympic Village. It was where everyone celebrated their wins and got wasted, but it also marked the end of their stay there. Alysa wore jeans and a short-sleeved button-up. Nick Goepper was trying to start small talk with her.
But her eyes were fixed on you. She had been watching Andrew Heo having his arm around your waist, lips brushing soft kisses on your cheek from time to time. Worst of all, you were entertaining him, giggling every time he whispered in your ear and leaning into him. What really got her riled up was when he kissed the corner of your lip, and a flash of discomfort flashed across your face. You were obviously doing this just to rile her up.
She had had enough. Without a word to Nick, she walked over to both of you, smiled sweetly to Andrew “Can I borrow her for a sec?” And then took your hand and pulled you to a quiet corner.
“Long time no see, Lys.” Your use of her childhood nickname caught her off guard. Nobody had ever called her that after you. She told everyone that she hated nicknames. She didn’t. She simply only liked hearing them come out of your mouth.
“Hey, I…” Suddenly, Alysa felt stupid. She hadn’t seen you in five years, and she wasn’t even sure if you still liked her. “Sorry that was rash I just-“
“No, it’s fine. What’s up? How has life been?” You cut her off.
“It’s been pretty good. Just…” Alysa thought to herself ‘fuck it’ and said, “I miss you.”
A blush rose to her cheeks, her ears turning red also.
“Direct. I see you haven’t changed one bit.”
Leaning close, you whisper, “I miss you too Lys.”
As if it were even possible, Alysa’s ears burned hotter. For a second, she forgets how to speak.
“Do you still think about me?”
“Of course I do, silly. There hasn’t been a single day that I haven’t thought of you.”
Alysa felt less tense after you said that.
“You’re right. I haven’t changed one bit. My feelings for you haven’t either.”
It was your turn to be embarrassed. The expression on your face instantly sent her back to when you were teenagers, when Alysa first confessed.
“I… I didn’t want to leave you. I just thought I was a burden and you just didn’t need that at that time. And when you retired, that just solidified my suspicions.”
“I retired because you weren’t there, you weren’t by my side. I retired because I didn’t have your support.”
“I just… I didn’t know.” You didn’t know why but you felt tears fill up in your eyes. “I’m sorry I- I thought I was doing something right.”
Alysa hugged you, patting your back. “Please don’t cry, you know I hate it when you cry.”
After a few moments, you muttered into her shoulder, “I’m sorry… can you forgive me? Please? I want you back.”
Alysa wiped away your tears and gently pressed a kiss against your lips.
“Abso-fucking-lutely”
For the next two days, you would go to her room to hang out and just make up for lost time. And on the second day, you were interrupted by Amber and Isabeau, who barged into her hotel room.
“WE GOT ICE-“ Amber stopped talking when she saw you in Alysa’s arms. “What in God’s good world am I witnessing?” Isabeau muttered.
“Wait, let me explain-“ Alysa tried to say, but realisation hit Amber.
“WAIT, she’s that girl you’ve been stalking!”
Alysa was mortified, but you were excited. “Really? How?”
“She’s been watching all of your highlights, games, TikToks and reels!”
Alysa buried her face in your neck, too embarrassed to say anything.
“How did she hook up with you so quickly?”
“We’re like, middle school exes? We dated in like 2018, 2019 and then we broke up.”
Isabeau raises an eyebrow. “The lore gets deeper.”
Alysa finally spoke up. “Look, I’ll explain everything later. Just leave us alone for now.”
“Okay okay we’re leaving.” Amber pushed Isabeau to the door, not even bothering to hide her grin.
After the door closed, you could hear Amber squeal “HOLY FUCKING SHIT???”
You turned to Alysa, “Were you really doing all that?”
Blushing, Alysa nodded into the bed.
“Have I ever told you that you’re the cutest person ever?”
&. K. 【 Kristen, come right back, I’ve been waiting for you 】
synopsis: reader gets sad over something stupid Billie had said
pairing: singer!billie x masc!gf!reader
w.c: 1.2k (short as usual lol)
contains: tooth rotting fluff
kk here: billie 🤤 not proofread ( request by anon !! )
You woke up to the ungodly, shrill sound of your alarm. You groaned, arm flailing to turn it off. You failed miserably, the alarm clock falling off your bedside table and rolled pathetically on the carpet, just out of arm’s reach.
With a frustrated groan, you got up and picked up the alarm. You were still tired, but there was no way you’d be able to go back to sleep. Accepting your fate, you walked down the stairs to see Billie eating breakfast.
“Morning,” she said, looking up from her phone. “Sleep well?”
“Fuck no.” You mumbled, voice groggy from sleep. “Couldn’t sleep last night and probably only got like 4 hours, tops.”
“Skill issue.”
You rolled your eyes at her, already a little pissed. You didn’t think much about it and sat down at the table, taking a sip of the coffee Billie had brewed.
“Hey, don’t you have an interview today?” You suddenly remembered.
“Mhm. Not far, like, about an hour drive. It’s after lunch, so I’ll probably be back before dinner.” Billie replied, mouth full of scrambled eggs.
You hummed in response, and there was a moment of silence before Billie started talking about other things.
You were cooking lunch- burritos, her favourite, when Billie rushed down from your shared bedroom.
“Gotta go.” She said, grabbing her bag.
“But your lunch-“
Billie swiped a bit of your homemade salsa. “Thank you bye love you!” The door closed behind her, leaving you with two servings of burritos. You had made them especially for Billie, wanting to ensure that she wouldn’t go hungry.
Sighing, you put her serving on a plate and covered it with plastic wrap before putting it in the fridge.
You went to your private basketball court, practicing and having Billie’s interview on for background noise. But then, something caught your attention.
“So Billie, anyone that knows you knows that you are, um, bisexual. Since it’s pride month, our audience want to know what your type is.” The interviewer said.
Billie smirked, biting her cheek. “Mmm… I’ll have to say… feminine girls.”
You froze mid-shot, air balling. The basketball rolled farther away from you, but that was the least of your concerns.
“Oh, I mean, that’s what we all expected.” The interviewer laughed. “A girl like you wouldn’t like masculine girls.”
Billie hummed, and laughed too.
You couldn’t keep listening. You slammed your MacBook shut, and continued practicing. But your mind was somewhere else. You kept air balling, bricking shots, and the ball would slip from your hands.
Eventually, you gave up, sitting next to your ball and going on Twitter, but everyone was talking about the interview.
@billieswifey: GUYS??? BILLIE SAID SHE LIKES FEMMES LET’S FUCKING GO????
@billieeilishupdates: Billie Eillish confirmed to be attracted to more feminine girls!
@billieholic: guys im abt to cryyy Billie is attracted to us 🥹🥹🥹
Every social media platform you went on, there it was, someone talking about Billie’s moment from the interview. It was following you everywhere.
“Fuck.” You muttered to yourself, resisting the urge to throw your phone across the court. Your eyes stung, but you blinked back your tears and wiped your face with your jersey. You continued practicing, absent-minded. You had no idea how to confront Billie when she got home.
You checked the time, and it was about time to go back.
You got home and showered, letting the water cascade down your back and soothing the tension in your shoulders. You stood under the spray for at least fifteen minutes, just thinking, before actually starting to shower.
After drying off your body, you changed into your pyjamas and dried your hair.
Checking your phone, you saw that Billie had messaged you not long ago.
Billiiii 💙: heyy b back soon babyy 5:47 PM
It was about time to go make dinner anyway.
You put your hair up in a ponytail, making yet another serving of burrito. Waiting for the cheese to melt, you heated up the burrito Billie hadn’t eaten earlier.
You heard the front door open and Billie walked in. “Hey baby,” she hugged you. You hugged her back, but it just didn’t feel right.
“Hey.” You replied. “How was the interview?”
“Tiring. It took like a hundred different takes. The poor girl couldn’t stop laughing.”
You hummed in response.
“I made you burritos for dinner.”
“I kinda ate them for lunch already.”
“Oh-“
“It’s fine, I’ll take it.”
Billie kissed you on your cheek before going upstairs to change.
Your heart felt heavy, eye stinging again. You let the tears roll silently down your face, leaning against the fridge for support. You wiped your tears with your sleeve, seeing your reflection in the microwave. You look fine. Eyes a little red, but not that obvious.
Taking a deep breath, you brought out your plates onto the diner table. At the same time, Billie finished getting changed, kissing you on the cheek again before sitting down to eat.
“This looks amazing baby,” she took a bite out of the burrito. “It tastes amazing too.”
“Of course it does, I made it.” You replied, a feeble attempt at being your usual sarcastic self.
You didn’t say anything for the rest of the dinner, nodding or shaking your head at everything Billie said.
Finally finishing you food, Billie went upstairs to shower as well. You got comfortable in your bed, doomscrolling on TikTok while you waited for her.
She walked back out twenty minutes later, in a hoodie and shorts. She got into bed with you, wrapping her arms around your waist. “I missed you.” You put down your phone. “I… missed you too.”
Billie kissed your forehead, pulling you closer to her. “Hey, are you okay? You’ve been kinda distant today.”
“Nah, you’re imagining things.” You mumbled.
“No, I know I’m not. You’re not like this usually. What happened?”
“Nothing Billie, drop it.”
“I can’t. I can’t just sleep knowing that you’re hurting while I’m there doing nothing.” Billie pulled away from you, sitting up. “Just tell me.”
“I just…” You hesitated, also sitting up. “You remember your interview? You said that your type was feminine girls. And well… I’m not exactly feminine.”
Billie burst out laughing. “That’s what you’re sad about?? That’s it? You know that I only said that for the media.”
“No but… It just didn’t sit right with me. I know it’s childish, but I just-“
Billie kissed you, cutting you off mid-sentence. “Idiot, I once changed my tour locations just so you could go try that cookie in New York. I fucking love you.”
“I’m sorry Billie.”
“No baby, you don’t get to apologise. I only have eyes for you. You’re my everything, I swear.”
“Billie Eilish, you have no idea how much I love you right now.”
She tugged off her hoodie, pulling it over your shoulders and kissed the corner of your lips. “I love you too baby.”
HAII, i havee a requestt for a billie fic where reader was upset over something stupid and billie found it funny but eventually makes up for it. its up to you if you wanna make it a little suggestive or not but definitely tooth-rotting fluff 😋 loveeee your first fic btww 🙈
&. VIDEO GAMES 【 heaven is a place on earth with you 】
sypnosis: 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.
