oneshots - Olivia Rodrigo

noodles

Olivia and Y/N strolled hand in hand, excited to eat at their favourite noodle house. They go here usually like once a month as part of their date nights. They settled in their usual table, the one in the back corner. It was more secluded than the other tables as it was the farthest away from the front entrance.

Olivia scanned over the menu, searching for a new dish to try. It was tradition - everytime they visited this restaurant, she chose a new dish. Y/N thinks that one day, Olivia will have tried the whole menu.

Y/N held the menu in front of her, pretending to read it. She already knew what she was going to order. Once she observed Olivia set her menu down, she set hers down too.

"So, what you getting?" Y/N asked, curious to see which new dish she'll pick this time.

"Hmm, I'm thinking of trying number 37. What about you?"

"I'll just get the usual. 42"

They ordered from the waiter and continued talking. 

Once the waiter arrived with their food, Y/N leaned back in her chair, observing Olivia as she tried her new dish. She watched Olivia take a bite, chewing a few times before swallowing. 

Olivia's face was neutral and Y/N bites her lip, trying not to laugh. She was already expecting what was about to come. 

Olivia took another bite before her face scrunched. She shook her head and pushed her bowl away from her. Y/N let out a soft chuckle, "Not good?"

Olivia hummed and shook her head no.

"Here, have mine" Y/N offered, swapping their plates around.

"Are you sure, babe? I can just ask for a different one-"

"Eat up, love" Y/N insisted. Olivia smiled, happily taking a bite out of the plate in front of her. She does a little dance signalling that she's enjoying the food.

Y/N took a bite out of her bowl now. This one wasn't bad. Not the worst tasting one that she's had before. She smiled watching Olivia enjoy her food.

What Olivia didn't know was that Y/N was used to this routine -  Olivia picking out a new dish, not liking it, then swapping her plate with Y/N. 

Y/N found that her girlfriend's simultaneous curiosity for new dishes and pickiness with food made an amusing contradiction. Luckily she wasn't a picky eater herself so she had no problem swapping plates every time. She made sure to always order 47 because she knew that Olivia for sure liked that one.

A week later they returned to the restaurant. Olivia, opting for a new dish as usual.

"What're you getting this time, love?"

"I'll try 22. What are you getting?"

"The usual, 42."

Olivia took a bite and pulled a face. Y/N smiled, "Wanna swap?"

"Are you sure, my love?"

Before Olivia could even finish her sentence, Y/N already grabbed her bowl, replacing it with Olivia's. Olivia took a bite, doing her little dance. Y/N took a bite out of her bowl and her eyebrows shoot up in a pleasant surprise. This one was actually pretty good.

The next date night Olivia chose 34, Y/N of course choosing 42. Olivia took a few bites. On her fourth bite, she finally caved in, shaking her head and pushing her plate away. Y/N immediately swapped their bowl. Olivia did her little dance. 

Y/N took a bite out of the new dish. Her face immediately went red - this one was VERY spicy. She chugged a glass of water and smiled, trying not to show Olivia her struggle.

Once both girls finished their meals, they rubbed their bellies in satisfaction. They walked back home, Olivia intertwining their fingers together. 

"Why do you always order 42?" Olivia asked, looking at Y/N as they walked.

Y/N chuckled softly, "I always order it cause I know it's your favourite."

Olivia furrowed her eyebrows, "Why do you do that?"

"Because you love to try new dishes. But usually you don't like them so I order 42 so that we can swap"

"You really don't mind when we swap plates?"

"Of course not." 

"Even if the dish that I ordered was gross?"

"Everything tastes better when I see you enjoy your food," Y/N admitted. 

Olivia stopped walking and stared at Y/N, her heart swooning. Y/N stumbled slightly, feeling her hand being pulled back. She looked back at Olivia confused at the abrupt stop in their tracks. Olivia stepped closer, removing her hand from Y/N's and grazing her cheeks instead. She leaned in pressing a gentle kiss on Y/N's lips. 

Another date night rolled by and Olivia ordered 29. Y/N once again ordered 42. 

Y/N watched Olivia take a bite from her new dish. This time, it seemed like Olivia actually enjoyed it. After a few more bites and zero complaints from Olivia, Y/N finally took a bite from her own bowl. She realised that she's never actually tried 42 before because she always swaps with Olivia.

After shoving the noodles into her mouth, Y/N chewed a few times before swallowing. This one was disappointing. If it weren't for Olivia she probably would never order this from the menu. Olivia watched Y/N's reaction and tilted her head, noticing the displeased look on Y/N's face.

"You wanna swap with me?" Olivia asked, a small smile on her face.

Y/N looked up surprised. It was usually her who would ask Olivia to swap their plate, not the other way around. 

Slightly hesitant, Y/N asked, "Are you sure baby? If you like your meal then it's fine-"

Olivia interrupted, grabbing their bowls and swapping them around. "Of course I'm sure, love. Try this."

Y/N took a bite and her eyes widened slightly. Now this was the probably the best one she's tried so far. She smiled widely and hums in pleasure, enjoying her dish. Olivia laughed and her heart swelled with joy watching Y/N enjoy her food. She took a bite out of her own bowl, doing her little dance.