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idol | megan skiendiel x reader

⁍ song: radar - lil hero ⁍ requested: yes! thank you anon ⁍ genre: idol!megan x actor!reader. slowburn fluff, jealous megan, loser!megan ⁍ a/n: thank you for requesting this, anon! sorry for the delay in getting this out. i hope this is what you were looking for. ⁍ w.c: 17k ⁍ warnings: curt language, a little bit nsfw(?), more so just suggestive. ⁍ synopsis:

y/n, an up-and-coming actor in korea, casually let slip on a variety show that she might have the *tiniest* crush on a particular girl group member, megan skiendiel. lucky for her, she was already on megan's radar.

“it was only a matter of time before you did something to make your pr team cry,” yunjin said, her voice thick with amusement as she leaned forward in her chair. “but god, y/n. i didn’t think you had it in you to be that bold.”

you didn’t bother to look at her. instead, you kept your focus on the half-empty iced americano in your hands, the straw poking at the lid like it had something to say too. “yeah yeah,” you muttered, tone dry. “keep it coming. get it all out.”

yunjin’s laughter filled the small recording studio, bouncing off the walls like an echo that didn’t know when to quit.

the first time you met her, you were rushing to a meeting at the hybe building, five minutes late and in no mood to reschedule. the elevator was almost closed when a hand slipped between the panels, smooth and effortless, like it was something out of a k-drama. yunjin stepped in a moment later, casual as anything, earbuds in, hoodie half-zipped, eyes flicking toward you.

she didn’t register who you were right away. not until she caught the outline of your face in the elevator mirror and did the most obvious quadruple take known to man. she grinned like she’d just won a bet. you raised an eyebrow. the doors shut.

your name had been climbing headlines at the time, especially after that marvel debut. you were still adjusting to the spotlight, to the way people started speaking about you like you were a headline first and a human being second. they called you the face of the next generation, a once-in-a-decade talent. you still weren’t sure what to do with that.

to her credit, yunjin didn’t immediately spiral. she told you later she’d nearly recited your entire filmography then and there but had somehow restrained herself. instead, she said, “you’re taller than i thought,” with a sort of breezy charm that made you laugh before you could stop yourself.

the novelty wore off quickly. by your third hangout, she was yelling at her flat iron over facetime and blaming you for jinxing her hair before mcountdown. the pedestal had crumbled, and in its place was something much better.

you adored her, truly. but right now? right now you wanted to strangle her.

“you do realize the internet’s having a meltdown, right?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder while fiddling with the dials on the studio mixer. “megan’s stans are going full detective mode. they’re gonna find the exact thread count of your bedsheets if you’re not careful.”

of course you knew. how could you not?

‎

‎it had all started at weekly idol. you and your costar, eunwoo, were the guests that day. minhyuk and hyeongjun were hosting. bright-eyed, energetic, and way too charismatic for nine in the morning. the moment you stepped on set, they bowed with exaggerated reverence and gasped like they’d seen ghosts.

“wow… everyone, protect the cameras,” minhyuk said, turning to the staff with mock urgency. “no way this equipment survives the visuals of both our guests at once.”

you laughed, cheeks heating despite yourself. the nerves hadn’t gone away even after a hundred interviews. your knee had bounced nonstop in the makeup chair. your hands wouldn’t sit still in your lap. you didn’t know why you were this on edge. it wasn’t like this was your first time.

eunwoo had noticed. he always noticed. he didn’t say much, but before your cue to enter, he gave you a quiet nod, a calm smile. just enough to settle the buzz in your chest.

the shoot went smoothly. laughter came easy. there was a moment you and eunwoo broke into an absurd duet of the show’s theme song, something so horrifically off-key that it ended up trending for twelve hours. and yet, what really caught fire was that one particular question.

“…so, y/n,” hyeongjun had said, reading off a laminated card with all the flair of a seasoned variety host. “you’ve caught the eye of the entire country. but has anyone caught your eye?”

you paused. of course you did. your manager’s disapproving face flashed through your brain like a warning siren, but you could already feel the words rising. the answer had been sitting with you for months now, quiet and patient.

you thought of coachella. of watching a failed backflip send some poor guy crashing to the ground mid-performance, which made you laugh for far too long. and how somehow, down that spiral of linked videos and fuzzy 420p livestreams, you ended up watching three girls play roblox with him. that’s when you saw her. megan skiendiel. orange wig, infectious laugh, that strange but graceful way she moved that made you look twice.

she was stunning. but it wasn’t just that. it was the way she felt. vibrant. sincere. like she wasn’t trying to be anyone but herself.

you could still remember the way your cheeks felt warm when you finally answered.

“uh, well, i don’t usually think about stuff like that,” you said carefully, then smiled despite yourself. “but i think katseye’s megan is absolutely gorgeous. i mean, i’d love to meet her. she seems fun. like the kind of person you’d want to be friends with.”

innocent enough.

‎

or so you thought.

now, here you were, spinning idly on a swivel chair in yunjin’s recording booth, trying not to meet her smug eyes.

“you should’ve said nothing,” she said, clearly enjoying herself. “or lied. something. anything. instead, you went full disney channel crush monologue.”

“i thought it was harmless,” you argued, voice climbing in pitch. “i didn’t think the entire internet would spiral into an fbi task force over a throwaway comment. seriously, doesn’t anyone have jobs?”

“you’re y/n,” yunjin shot back, twirling a pencil between her fingers. “you know people hang onto your words like they’re stock tips. you practically lit a flare above her name with that answer.”

“i didn’t even say anything that bad! i called her pretty and said she seemed fun. i said the same thing about you last week on dex’s fridge.”

“right, but you didn’t look like you were about to pass out from heart palpitations when you said it about me. you didn’t blush. you didn’t pause like you were imagining your wedding vows. babe, you looked like you were one blink away from writing her poetry.”

“you’re being so dramatic.”

“am i?” she raised an eyebrow. “because you may as well have held a ‘simp’ sign and worn a megan skiendiel stan shirt. even sungchan has more chill than that. sungchan, y/n.”

you groaned at the mention of your tall, hopelessly clumsy mutual. “low blow.”

“i’m just saying.” she shrugged, biting back a grin. “even you know i’m right.”

and unfortunately, you kind of did.

“okay, but for real,” yunjin said, dragging her chair over with a squeak that made you wince. she rested her elbows on her knees, chin in her hands, looking at you like she was about to stage an intervention. “what are you gonna do if she actually reaches out?”

you blinked, caught off guard by the shift in her tone. “what do you mean?”

“i mean, say she dms you. or tags you in some story. or, i don’t know, shows up at your next premiere with a bouquet of roses and a sign that says ‘hi crush.’ what then?” she asked. “you gonna freak out and melt into the floor? you gonna invite her to karaoke and try to play it cool while secretly dying inside?”

you turned away and took a long, pointed sip of your coffee.

“no, but seriously,” she pressed, clearly not letting it go. “you like her, don’t you?”

you snorted. “i’ve never even met her.”

“not what i asked.”

you sighed, letting your head fall back against the wall with a soft thud. “i don’t know. maybe.”

yunjin tilted her head. “that’s a yes.”

“it’s not a yes,” you said, but your voice was too quiet to sound convincing. “i just think she’s… interesting.”

“gorgeous, fun, interesting,” she ticked off on her fingers. “mmhmm. yeah. sounds like someone’s caught feelings off vibes and roblox streams alone. that’s powerful.”

you groaned again and rolled your eyes, but the sound that left your throat was somewhere between embarrassment and reluctant laughter. “you make it sound so unhinged.”

“it is unhinged,” she said without missing a beat. “but it’s also kind of cute. in a really stupid, romcom kind of way. you, falling for a girl you’ve never met because she made you laugh through a pixelated camera while dressed like a traffic cone.”

you narrowed your eyes. “it was a very good orange wig.”

“never said it wasn’t,” she said with a shrug. “you’re just proving my point.”

you exhaled slowly, running a hand down your face. “look, i didn’t mean for any of this to happen. i just answered the question honestly. i wasn’t trying to stir up some whole thing.”

“but you did,” she said gently. ”and maybe that’s not the worst thing in the world.”

you looked at her, unsure how to respond.

“she could be into it,” yunjin said, her voice lighter again. “she should be into it. if i was her, i’d be clearing my schedule and calling my stylist for a camera-ready fit. do you even know how many people would kill to be publicly flirted with by you?”

“i wasn’t flirting.”

“girl, you might as well have asked for her ring size.”

you groaned again and flopped forward, burying your face in your arms as yunjin broke into another fit of laughter. somewhere beneath the teasing and the noise, though, was something quieter. something you didn’t say out loud.

you kind of hoped she did reach out.

even just to say hi.

the dorm was quiet, save for the low hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of pipes behind the walls. manhua pages rustled faintly in the room next door, probably sophia flipping through her latest haul before bed, but otherwise the place had settled into a kind of hush that only came after midnight. the rest of the girls had turned in after rehearsals, legs sore, voices hoarse, the kind of tired that sank into the bones. megan had stayed behind in the living room, half-sprawled across the floor with a pillow hugged to her chest and a cold bottle of pocari pressed under her jaw.

she was still in her practice clothes, oversized hoodie and bike shorts, skin sticky with the last remnants of sweat she hadn’t bothered to wipe off properly. her hair was clipped up haphazardly, strands falling into her face as she stared down at her phone, blue light painting her features in a soft, ghostly glow.

she wasn’t really expecting anything when she opened twitter. just a quick scroll before bed, a way to shut her brain off after a day of hitting choreography until her ankles burned. but then she saw the video. saw her name. and froze.

“Y/N CONFIRMS SHE’S A FAN OF KATSEYE’S MEGAN 🫢🫢🫢”

she clicked it.

the clip wasn’t long. maybe thirty seconds, a little more. it was some variety show. she recognized eunwoo immediately, bright-eyed and relaxed in the way only he ever seemed to be on camera. y/n sat beside him, posture a little straighter than usual, nerves twitching under the surface despite the easy smile on her face.

megan watched the moment unfold. the way the question was asked. the pause. the sheepish smile.

“i think katseye’s megan is absolutely gorgeous.”

the words shouldn’t have done anything. people said things like that all the time. fans. hosts. stylists brushing out her hair before a shoot. it wasn’t new. but the way y/n said it, quiet, thoughtful, almost like she was holding back something bigger… it sat heavy in megan’s chest as the clip ended and replayed itself automatically.

she watched it again. and then a third time.

her notifications were already a mess. katseye’s name trending alongside y/n’s, clips being reposted with fan captions and edits, screenshots of the moment paired with captions like “megan better WAKE UP” and “y/n join the line babe”. she should’ve laughed. part of her did. but underneath it, something shifted. something warm and unsure and a little bit dizzy.

y/n had been on her radar for a while, if she was being honest. megan wasn’t the type to crush easily, but there was something about her. it started with a film. some sci-fi action thing that megan only half paid attention to until y/n showed up on screen and suddenly everything was more interesting. after that, it was interviews. behind the scenes clips. a fan edit that popped up on her for you page one morning and made her miss a whole subway stop because she got too caught up in it.

and now this.

megan opened y/n’s instagram without really thinking. her thumb hovered over the follow button. she stared at it for a long second, teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

she didn’t press it.

not yet.

instead, she set her phone down on the floor beside her and let her eyes drift to the ceiling. her heart was beating faster than it had any right to.

“gorgeous,” she murmured under her breath, voice barely audible. “fun. wants to be friends.”

maybe she could work with that.

‎

sleep didn’t come easy to her that night. before she knew it, the night shifted to morning and she had to get up. the studio called her name, as it seemed to relentlessly the past month and some change.

sophia, daniela, and yoonchae were already mid-run-through when megan walked into the practice room, the tail end of the “gnarly” chorus echoing faintly from the speakers. sophia’s voice cut clean through the track, daniela’s movements sharp and deliberate. yoonchae was quiet, as usual, but every step she made was crisp, clockwork precise.

megan had barely stepped into the center of the room when she heard it.

“so.” lara didn’t even look up from where she was sitting, stretching her legs out and leaning back on her palms. “anything you wanna share with the class?”

megan blinked. “what?”

manon turned her head slowly from where she was sitting several notches away, a teasing gleam in her eyes. she answers as if it’s obvious. honestly, it really was. “y/n.”

megan tensed immediately. “oh god.”

“yup,” lara said, like she had been waiting all morning for this. “you’ve been blowing up on stan twitter since seven a.m. and don’t think we didn’t notice how fast you saved that clip on the shared account”

“i didn’t save it,” megan muttered, grabbing her water bottle a little too fast. “i just… happened to see it. once.”

“megan,” manon said, eyes narrowing just slightly. “you’ve been quiet all morning. the last time you shut the fuck up was when you saw scarlett johanson do the splits in that one captain america movie. don’t lie to us.”

lara laughed under her breath. “she said you were gorgeous, wanted to be friends. oh, how romantic. i bet you probably watched it ten times over.”

“i did not,” megan said, practically choking on her water. “i just didn’t expect it, okay? i wasn’t mentally prepared.”

“mentally prepared for what?” manon said, raising a brow. “a compliment? you’ve been in magazines. people compliment you all the time.”

“not her,” megan said, before immediately realizing what she’d just admitted out loud. she froze. “i mean. not like. you know. never mind.”

lara clapped once, too loud. “that’s it. someone get her phone. we’re crafting a dm.”

“absolutely not,” megan said, panic already bubbling in her chest. “i’ll die.”

“what are you gonna do?” manon said. “wait until she magically appears in the dorms living room?”

megan buried her face in her hoodie. “maybe.”

“this is tragic,” lara said. “you have the golden opportunity of a lifetime and you’re out here acting like she’s a tax bill.”

“can we please change the subject,” megan mumbled, voice muffled in fabric.

“nope,” manon said, standing up and walking towards her. “group vote says you’re dming her.”

lara held out a hand. “seconded.”

from across the room, daniela raised a hand mid-step. “thirded.”

megan didn’t even look up. “yoonchae. please. save me.”

yoonchae just gave a small shrug, barely breaking from the choreo. megan groaned into her sleeve.

yep. she was on her own. not even sophia batted an eyelash, the filippinas glossy lips tilting up into a small grin where she was by the mirrors.

megan sat down cross-legged on the floor with her phone clutched in both hands like it might explode. her back was hunched, eyes glued to the screen, and the expression on her face hovered somewhere between total focus and a full-blown identity crisis.

“you haven’t even opened instagram yet,” manon pointed out, sitting behind her and peering over her shoulder.

“i’m getting to it,” megan muttered.

lara flopped down next to her with a dramatic sigh. “this is painful to watch. if you go any slower, we’ll be here until yoonchae turns twenty-seven.”

megan unlocked her phone with a resigned swipe. “what do i even say? like. what do people say when they’re trying not to sound weird?”

lara took a breath. “okay. let’s start simple. ‘hi y/n, thanks for saying i’m pretty on tv—”

“i’m not saying that.”

“‘you have great taste in women’—”

“lara.”

“‘let’s be friends (or more if you’re free saturday night)’—”

megan covered her face with both hands. “why did i think listening to you was a good idea.”

manon leaned her chin on megan’s shoulder. “fine. try this. ‘hi, this is super random but i saw the clip from weekly idol and just wanted to say thank you. that was really sweet of you. hope we can meet someday!’ short, polite, friendly. not scary.”

megan peeked at her. “…that’s not terrible.”

lara squinted. “it’s boring.”

“it’s safe,” manon said, grabbing megan’s phone and typing it out with quick thumbs. “she’s not asking her to elope, she’s just acknowledging it.”

megan took the phone back and read it over like it was a contract. “…what if she doesn’t reply?”

“then you delete your account and we pretend this never happened,” lara said. “easy.”

“lara,” manon sighed.

megan stared at the message for a long moment. her thumb hovered. then tapped. then hovered again.

“just hit send,” daniela called from across the room, not even looking up from her stretching. “we can feel your hesitation from over here.”

“seriously,” sophia added, “you’re vibrating.”

megan sucked in a breath through her teeth. and then, with her eyes closed and her stomach in her shoes, she hit send.

silence.

lara let out the longest, slowest gasp. “it’s done.”

manon patted her back. “you’re very brave.”

megan immediately flopped backward onto the floor like she’d just run a marathon. “i need to lie here forever. let me perish in peace.”

lara just grinned and offered her a thumbs up. “she’s gonna love it.”

megan covered her eyes. “i hate everything.”

never in a million years would she have expected that one simple action to change everything.

the cafe was warm in that familiar, lived-in kind of way. wood-paneled walls framed by climbing ivy, soft light filtering through dusty windows, and the scent of espresso baked into the air like it had nowhere else to go. outside, a quiet drizzle tapped at the glass, slow and steady, painting the sidewalk in watercolor streaks. inside, the soft clatter of dishes and hum of conversation made everything feel just far enough from the noise of your schedule to breathe.

you were at a small table near the back, the kind that rocked a little if you leaned on it wrong. yunjin sat across from you, one leg thrown over the other, straw bent at an aggressive angle in her lemonade. beside her, sungchan had his jacket slung over his chair and a look of mild betrayal on his face as he stared down at the salad yunjin had goaded him into ordering.

“i’m just saying,” she said, picking a piece of arugula off his plate like it belonged to her, “you can’t order a burger four days in a row and then complain about your skin breaking out.”

“it’s called balance,” sungchan muttered, dragging his fork through the greens with the resigned air of someone deeply offended by roughage. “i had a banana this morning.”

“oh wow,” she deadpanned. “one whole banana. call the olympic committee, this man is the pinnacle of health.”

he gave her a flat look. “didn’t you eat instant tteokbokki at two in the morning and then text me about your stomach cramps like it was my fault?”

“okay, first of all, you’re my emotional support contact when i make poor life choices. second of all, i still looked hot while doing it.”

you blinked slowly, chin in your hand, eyes fixed on the screen of your phone where the message sat.

hi, this is super random but i saw the clip from weekly idol and just wanted to say thank you. that was really sweet of you. hope we can meet someday!

megan had sent it two nights ago. you’d seen it the moment it came in, heart tripping over itself in the dark quiet of your bedroom. you didn’t answer. not right away. you told yourself you were busy, that you had scripts to review, meetings lined up. you told yourself it wasn’t ghosting if you intended to respond eventually.

but even now, hours and hours later, you were still here. still staring. still unsure what to say.

you had never been this nervous to talk to someone before.

“okay, this is depressing,” yunjin said, snapping her fingers in your direction. “hey. eyes up. you look like someone just broke up with you via powerPoint.”

sungchan leaned in a little, squinting at you. “are you sick? you’re weirdly quiet. usually you’d be insulting us by now.”

“i’m not sick,” you said quickly, locking your phone and setting it face down on the table. “just… thinking.”

“thinking about what?” yunjin asked, tone tilting toward nosy in that way only close friends could get away with.

you hesitated.

“oh my god,” she gasped. “you’re in love.”

“i’m not in love,” you said, too fast, which only made sungchan snort into his water.

“that’s what people say right before they confess they’re in love,” he said, dabbing at his chin with a napkin like he hadn’t just inhaled half a slice of garlic bread. “who is it?”

“nobody,” you said.

yunjin leaned forward with the exact expression of someone who knew they were right. “it’s megan, isn’t it?”

you didn’t answer. you didn’t have to. the look on your face gave you away.

sungchan let out a low whistle. “oh. that megan. the ‘gorgeous, fun, would love to be friends’ megan.”

you groaned, resting your forehead on your palm. “do you all memorize everything i say or are you just stalking my interviews for sport?”

“yes,” they said at the same time.

“okay but seriously,” yunjin said, nudging your phone with one perfectly manicured finger. “she messaged you, right?”

you nodded.

“and you didn’t reply because…?”

you sighed. “i don’t know. because it’s her. because i don’t want to mess it up. because what if she’s just being nice and this whole thing is way more casual to her than it is to me?”

sungchan tilted his head. “you mean what if she’s cool and normal and not secretly writing fanfiction about you the way you’re doing about her?”

yunjin grinned. “do you want us to help you write back? or are you planning to keep having an existential crisis over a very cute dm?”

you glanced at the screen again. your reflection looked back at you in the black glass, soft and unsure.

“i’ll write back,” you said quietly.

“good,” yunjin said, leaning back in her chair with a pleased expression. “because if you didn’t, i was gonna pretend to be you and do it myself.”

“you’re terrifying,” sungchan said, which she accepted as a compliment.

you looked back at the message one more time. your heart was still beating a little too fast, but maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing. maybe it meant you actually cared. that it mattered.

you took a breath. opened the keyboard.

and started to type.

your fingers hovered for a second too long over the keyboard. the blinking cursor stared back at you like it knew you were stalling. you could feel yunjin’s eyes on you, sharp and expectant, like she might actually snatch the phone from your hands if you hesitated any longer. sungchan, mercifully, had gone back to his salad, occasionally picking at it like it was an alien lifeform.

hi megan! sorry for the slow reply, things have been a little hectic lately. i saw your message and honestly it kind of made my whole week lol. thank you for reaching out :)

you paused. read it again. deleted the smiley. retyped it. added a second sentence.

i’d really love to meet too if you’re ever free.

then you stared at it some more.

“this is painful,” yunjin muttered. “just hit send. what’s the worst that could happen?”

“she leaves me on read and i spontaneously combust from shame,” you said flatly.

“dramatic,” sungchan mumbled, chewing like a cow. “but valid.”

“she won’t leave you on read,” yunjin said, more gently this time. “she messaged you first. that counts for something.”

you looked down at the screen one last time. your thumb hovered over the send button. your stomach turned a slow, clumsy flip. and then, before you could second guess yourself again, you pressed it.

message sent.

you didn’t breathe for a full five seconds.

“there,” yunjin said, smug now. “look at you. being brave.”

“i already regret this,” you mumbled, locking your phone again and pushing it away like it might explode.

“do you want a cookie?” sungchan asked, peering at the dessert menu. “i feel like this moment deserves a cookie.”

you blinked at him. “why do you always want to eat after stressful emotional events?”

“because i am a man of simple needs,” he said, deadpan. “and also because cookies are comforting.”

“he’s not wrong,” yunjin said, flagging down the waiter with the kind of unearned confidence that came from growing up with three older siblings and no shame. except, she didn’t. “three chocolate chip, please. and a round of iced americanos. she’s going to need the caffeine.”

you sank back into your seat, still feeling the rush of adrenaline buzzing under your skin. outside, the rain had picked up a little, streaking the windows like silver threads. inside, everything smelled like sugar and espresso and something warm baking in the oven.

you didn’t know if megan would reply. maybe she’d be busy. maybe she’d forget. but for now, you’d done the hardest part.

you’d answered, and that felt like enough for today.

that was, at least, until your phone chimed.

the sound sliced through the moment like a needle popping a balloon. all three of you froze. your eyes shot to the screen where the notification banner was still lingering like a ghost.

megan skiendiel: that sounds perfect :) when are you free?

yunjin let out an actual gasp, loud and dramatic enough to make the table behind you glance over. sungchan dropped his fork.

“no way,” yunjin hissed, already leaning across the table to see. “no actual way. she replied that fast? is she a robot?”

you didn’t say anything. you just stared. your heart had lodged itself somewhere in your throat, beating so hard it made your ears ring. megan had replied. not just replied but enthusiastically. and with a smiley. the exact one you had almost deleted from your own message.

“hello?” sungchan waved a hand in front of your face. “earth to y/n. what did she say? is it something scandalous? are we finally getting to live vicariously through your love life?”

you shoved your phone toward them without speaking.

yunjin read the message out loud like it was a line from a sacred text. “‘that sounds perfect. when are you free.’” then she looked up at you with her mouth already forming a wicked grin. “she wants to hang out. like, actually hang out. she’s asking you out.”

“not asking me out,” you said quickly, the heat creeping up the back of your neck. “just… asking when i’m free.”

“same thing,” sungchan said, picking his fork back up and pointing it at you like it was a weapon. “in celebrity speak that is basically a confession of love. i’ve seen the charts.”

“you made those charts,” you reminded him.

“and they’re scientifically sound.”

“okay but seriously,” yunjin cut in, phone still in hand, “when are you free? do you have a day off coming up?”

you blinked, trying to force your brain back into scheduling mode. “uh… friday afternoon? maybe?”

“perfect,” she said, already typing something. “tell her friday. tell her you’re free after lunch. keep it casual. breezy. like you’re not obsessively analyzing every possible outcome of this conversation.”

you shot her a look. “i am obsessively analyzing every possible outcome of this conversation.”

“which is why you need us,” sungchan said with his mouth full of cookie. “we’re here to keep you from imploding.”

your phone buzzed again.

megan skiendiel: i’m free friday after seven. wanna grab coffee? i can send you a spot i like

you didn’t even get a chance to reply before yunjin squealed.

sungchan raised both hands to the sky. “oh my god. it’s happening. it’s actually happening.”

you stared at the message, barely breathing, heart thudding like a drum inside your chest.

coffee. with megan.

you were either about to make a new friend or absolutely ruin your entire life trying.

weirdly… you couldn’t wait to find out which.

friday showed up before you were ready for it.

“i feel like a dad on prom night,” sungchan said, flopped across your couch like a man waiting for judgment day. he hugged a pillow to his stomach like it might shield him from the chaos. “except hotter. and younger. and not emotionally repressed.

“you’re eating chips with your shirt inside out,”chaewon deadpanned, looking sungchan up and down judgmentally.. “you look like a walking identity crisis.”

then she turned, peering around the corner into your bedroom.

“y/n, i can’t believe you’re finally going on a date. talk about a breakthrough.”

yunjin sat cross legged on the floor, scrolling through her phone like she wasn’t the one who casually mentioned your date in front of everyone. the very second chaewon heard, she practically chomped at the bit, begging yunjin to bring her along to watch it all unfold. to say your love life was a spectacle among your friends would be an understatement.

“for the record,” you called from your room, still getting ready, “i said no to bringing chaewon.”

“for the record,” chaewon shouted back, “we overruled you. this is a democracy.”

“it’s so not.”

you stepped out, halfway dressed, holding up two completely different tops.

“black or white?”

“ooh,” yunjin said, squinting like she was inspecting a rare museum artifact. “black is hot. white is sweet. depends on the vibe you’re going for.”

“the vibe is ‘i want to look cute but not like i tried too hard because if i think about this too long i will throw myself into traffic’.”

“black,” chaewon and sungchan said in unison.

you sighed and nodded, disappearing back into the room. the air buzzed with the sound of sungchan crunching loudly and chaewon whispering to yunjin like they were spies on a mission.

“lets make a bet. ten dollars says she has a breakdown before she even leaves the house.” chaewon whispered.

“twenty says she embarrasses herself throwing up in megan’s car.” yunjin whispered back.

“guys,” you said, poking your head out again. “i can hear you.”

“we know,” they all said at the same time.

your phone dinged again.

megan skiendiel: on my way. i’ll be at your door in a minute. also, did you know your bellhop likes our music? he almost fainted when he let me up lol

you stared at the message for two full seconds before the others caught the change in your face like wolves spotting weakness. you barely had time to blink before the room exploded.

“oh my god,” sungchan shot up from the couch like someone yelled ‘fire!’. the chip bag in his hands crinkled louder than a car alarm. “was that her? is she outside? do we hide? do we have a code word if things go sideways?”

“wait, she’s coming up here?” chaewon gasped, already rising with a dramatic flair. “this place is a disaster zone!”

“i cleaned for you people,” you hissed, throwing a pointed look at the water bottles on the coffee table and the lone sock draped suspiciously over the lamp.

“yeah, and we immediately undid all of it,” yunjin said, waving a hand at the chaos like it was a museum exhibit. “you’re welcome.”

sungchan grabbed his phone, replacing the cushion he clutched. “this is it. our little baby’s first date.”

“shut up,” you muttered, cheeks heating like you’d just been called out in front of the world. “and put that damn phone down. if i see you take even one photo, i’ll beat your ass. besides, it’s not a date.”

three pairs of eyes locked onto you in unison.

“coffee with the girl you’ve been thinking about nonstop for two weeks,” chaewon said, crossing her arms with the confidence of a daytime talk show host.

“wearing the ‘hot top’, nervous enough to sweat through your socks,” yunjin added, giving you an appraising look.

“with three unpaid emotional support staff waiting at home,” sungchan finished, voice thick with mock solemnity.

your gaze snapped back and forth between the three of them, and you cringed inwardly. okay, they were right. this was definitely a date.

then, knock knock knock.

you froze for a second, heart thudding so loud you were sure they could hear it in the next room. you opened the door, and there she was.

megan stood on the other side like a vision in the hallway light, hair catching the glow just right, a smile that was equal parts warm and mischievous.

behind you, the trio froze mid-move like they’d just been caught doing something they definitely shouldn’t. they exchanged shiteating grins that barely hid how badly they were eavesdropping. yunjin quickly pulled out her phone like she was suddenly very interested in something, but her eyes kept darting toward the door. chaewon leaned against the wall, looking way too relaxed for someone who was clearly dying to say something, and sungchan sprawled on the couch with the kind of lazy cool that screamed i’m totally innocent. when megan’s eyes flicked over to them, they all waved with big, overly casual smiles like innocent bystanders who just happened to be hanging out, except no one was buying it.

but then megan’s eyes locked onto yours and suddenly everything else around you faded into the background. your breath hitched without warning and your brain scrambled like it was trying to process a beautiful glitch in reality.

you’d only ever seen her through a screen before. live streams where she smiled like the sun was just for her, short clips where she moved with effortless grace, and that one quick instagram deep dive you’d done when she messaged you. but now, here she was in real life, and she was something else entirely.

her skin caught the soft light of your penthouse, glowing like it had its own quiet radiance. her eyes were bigger and deeper than you expected, dark and shimmering like they held a secret you wanted to know. the way her hair fell in loose waves around her face softened her sharp cheekbones and made her look both fierce and kind at the same time.

she wasn’t just pretty. she was the kind of stunning that made you forget words and wish you could rewind the moment just to stare a little longer. standing there, frozen with your mouth slightly open, you realized this was the first time you were seeing her. not a filtered version, not a quick snapshot. but the real her. and it was breathtaking.

“hi,” megan said, and the word came out with a lopsided grin that cracked through the tension in your chest like sunlight through a fogged-up window. her voice was warm, lilting, a little too casual for someone who had just walked in looking like a daydream in denim baggy jeans and a bomber jacket. she rocked slightly on her heels and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, like she was fighting the urge to do a small nervous dance.

“hi,” you replied, except it sounded more like a squeak than anything human. your throat betrayed you. of course it did.

then her eyes flicked over your shoulder, and that grin stretched even wider.

“hey guys!” she waved, cheerful like she’d just walked into a party of old friends instead of three people very poorly pretending to mind their own business. “love the casual surveillance vibe you’ve got going on in here.”

“we’re chill,” sungchan said, lounging so awkwardly on the couch he almost slid off it.

“so chill,” chaewon added, nodding solemnly from her place at the wall, where she’d become one with a houseplant.

“this is how we always sit,” yunjin said, phone upside down in her hand, gaze glued directly to megan’s face. “completely normal. zero eavesdropping. you can’t prove otherwise.”

megan let out a laugh, scrunching her nose as she looked back at you. “your friends are amazing.”

“they’re something,” you muttered, grabbing your bag before your legs could decide to walk without you.

“so,” she said, rubbing the back of her neck and bouncing slightly on her toes. “you ready? or do you need a few more minutes to, like, peel them off the furniture?”

you gave a quiet laugh, trying not to show that your hands were already clammy. “nope. ready.”

megan smiled again. softer this time. like she was seeing you for real. “cool. let’s go, then.”

and with that, you stepped out into whatever this was going to be, your heart doing cartwheels the entire way.

‎

truthfully, megan’s car wasn’t what you’d expected. some part of you, the part still convinced the universe had a twisted sense of humor, had pictured something absurd. maybe a crop duster or even the rusty tow truck from cars. something loud. chaotic. entirely un-date-like. instead, it was a sleek black suv. understated but sharp, just like her.

from the passenger seat, you couldn’t help sneaking glances. megan’s focus was fixed on the road, her jaw tense, her hands gripping the wheel like she was bracing for impact.

“you look nervous,” you said, a little too gently.

“o-oh, well. you know.” her voice cracked slightly as she coughed into her shoulder, eyes flicking toward you before immediately darting back to the windshield. she gave you a crooked grin, brief and almost sheepish. “i am. honestly, i feel like i’m going to vomit.”

you laughed before you could help it. light, surprised. “vomit? that’s dramatic.”

“i mean, maybe,” she said, her eyes narrowing playfully for half a second before softening again. “it’s just… i didn’t expect to actually be here. with you. not in a bad way. in a surreal way.”

you felt the flush creep across your cheeks before you even registered it, a warmth that pooled somewhere in your chest. still, you tilted your head toward her, teasing. “i can’t tell if you mean that as a compliment or not.”

megan practically panicked. “no! no, no no, not at all. god, please, that’s the silliest thing i’ve ever heard.” her words came out too fast, tripping over themselves. she shook her head like it would help untangle the knot in her thoughts. “i’m just nervous, okay? i keep overthinking it. like, what if i say something dumb, or do something weird, or—”

her voice dropped slightly, and she added, almost under her breath, “you’re so pretty i can’t think straight.”

then she froze, eyes widening as if realizing she’d said it out loud. her face goes red, a grimace pulling across her lips. she lifts a hand off the wheel to gently facepalm herself, pinching the bridge of her nose between two fingers. “please ignore me. i’m begging,”

you could only watch. you don’t know when the fond grin crossed your lips. when your heart skipped a beat, when her endearing clumsiness had you relaxing in your seat. perhaps knowing that she was just as, if not more, nervous as you made you feel relieved. after a beat, you laughed. soft. her eyes lit up as she glanced at you from her peripheral, the short noise drawing her from her thoughts.

“you’re fine,” you said, quiet but real. “i’ve been looking forward to tonight too.”

“really?”

“yeah. do you think i’d let my friends invade my house all week just for fun? they’ve been insufferable, harassing me all week. i guess i maybe haven’t made it all that secret that i’ve been interested in you for a while.” then you shake your head. “interested in meeting, that is.”

this time it was megan’s turn to crack a stupid grin.

whatever nerves you felt immediately disappeared the longer you talked to each other. truth be told, you were worried whether you’d get along as well as you hoped you would. part of you worried that once you saw each other, it’d be awkward. quiet. instead megan somehow managed to fill the silence with conversation. she asked about your family, about your day, about your friends. in turn you asked about hers.

she laughed at something you said. not even something that funny, really, just a small comment about the gas station snacks you liked. but the way she laughed, like she meant it, like she wasn’t just being polite, made your chest feel lighter. her voice filled the car, soft but certain, and the road hummed under the tires like it was part of the conversation.

you glanced over at her. she was driving with one hand on the wheel, the other resting near the gear shift. her thumb tapped along to the music playing low through the speakers. some indie band neither of you had heard before but had both agreed sounded “pretty good.” it was easy. easier than you expected.

you didn’t have to think too hard before speaking. there was no second guessing. no awkward pauses that made you reach for your phone or pretend to check the map. she asked about the book in your bag and you told her it was something you started three times but never finished. she admitted she did that too, more often than she’d like to admit. you both laughed again.

the sky outside started to shift, the blue softening into a hazy gold. you weren’t sure how long you’d been driving, only that time felt different in the car with her. stretched out. slowed down. kinder.

it didn’t take long for her to park outside a cafe, but neither of you moved to get out. instead, you agreed to order to go. that’s how you ended up here. still in her car, windows slightly cracked, the warm scent of coffee filling the space between you. your drink sat snug in the cupholder, hands curled around it for warmth, and a half-eaten bagel rested in your lap. just outside the windshield, the lights of seoul shimmered across the han river, soft and golden against the night.

she didn’t seem in any rush to leave, and neither were you.

after a long sip of coffee, the next question came out without much thought.

“how long are you in korea for this time?”

“another week, give or take,” she said, eyes flicking to the skyline, like she was already counting down.

“do you miss home?”

“i do. yeah. i miss my car, mostly. it’s my baby. a bmw m3.”

you looked at her, eyebrows raised. “whoever handed you the keys to a sports car must have had a serious lapse in judgment. you drive this suv like you’ve got a personal vendetta against the speed limit.”

she let out a laugh, head tipping back slightly. “what can i say? i like to go fast.”

“sure. until we’re airborne.”

“oh, come on,” she grinned. “you weren’t complaining when you were riding shotgun, all cozy and content, full-on passenger princess mode.”

you rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away. “i was holding onto the door for dear life.”

“you were vibing,” she said.

“i was surviving,” you shot back, but it was playful, light.

the silence that followed wasn’t awkward. it was the kind that settled easy between two people who’d already found a rhythm.

megan reached for her own cup, nearly knocking over the paper bag between you in the process. the bagel inside gave a sad little flop onto the console. she froze.

“whoops. that was... not smooth.”

you laughed, nudging the bag gently back toward her. “you’re a menace behind the wheel and a danger to pastries. noted.”

she gave you a sheepish smile, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “yeah, i’m really killing it tonight, huh?”

“actually,” you said, voice a little softer, “i’ve had a really nice time.”

she blinked at you, surprised. “yeah?”

you nodded, looking out toward the river before meeting her eyes again. “i was kinda nervous. not because of you, just... sometimes people are different in person. it doesn’t always click.”

megan was quiet for a second, then gave a small, crooked smile. “i was worried about that too. i overthink everything. i even tried to pick a good playlist just in case the conversation died and we needed... filler noise or something.”

you laughed. “is that why i’ve been listening to three hours of sad indie girls?”

“they’re emotionally articulate,” she said, pretending to be offended, but her grin gave her away. “besides, it worked, didn’t it?”

you leaned back against the seat, stretching your legs out a bit. “yeah. it really did.”

the city lights danced in her eyes when she looked at you, soft and a little uncertain, but there was warmth there too. the kind that made the car feel smaller, safer.

“you’re easy to talk to,” she said after a moment, quieter than before.

you smiled, heart tugging just slightly at her honesty. “so are you.”

a comfortable silence settled again, the kind where neither of you felt the need to fill it. the engine ticked softly as it cooled, and in the background, another melancholic song hummed through the speakers.

“i was gonna try and act all chill and collected,” megan said eventually, gaze fixed on the skyline. “but then i fumbled, almost crashed into that curb, and now my bagel is probably in pieces.”

“you’re doing great,” you said, trying not to smile too much. “like, truly elite first impression.”

she turned to face you, eyes bright despite the dim light. “yeah?”

“yeah.”

and just like that, the nerves that had once lingered in the corners of your chest felt like a distant memory.

after that night in the car, things shifted. not in a big, dramatic way. no sudden declarations, no fireworks. just small things. steadier things.

your conversations moved from instagram dms to real texts. it felt natural. seamless. one day she asked for your number like it wasn’t a big deal, like she hadn’t already been in your head more than you cared to admit. and you gave it without hesitation, like it wasn’t a risk. like you already knew she’d treat it right.

when she left korea, it was quiet. no big goodbye, no emotional scene. she texted you from the airport, a blurry photo of her and a coffee she swore was going to keep her awake through the flight. from there, the messages kept going. even with the time difference, she found time to talk. random updates. sleepy selfies. voice notes with a little static in the background because she always seemed to be walking somewhere, or in a van, or waiting backstage. sometimes she’d send a song with no context. sometimes just a “this reminded me of you” followed by a meme that made absolutely no sense.

you talked about everything and nothing. the shows she was doing. the tiny hotel rooms she was crashing in. how much she missed sophia’s dog, chanel. how lara had started sleep talking again. how yoonchae had near cried when she had to say goodbye to her parents again when they returned to california.

you told her about your week, the upcoming film you’re wrapping up shooting, your friends, the late-night ramen run that ended in rain and ruined shoes.

some nights, the conversations lasted until one of you fell asleep mid-text. other nights, it was just a good morning or goodnight, quick but never careless.

somehow, she made the space between you feel smaller.

it didn’t take long for others to start noticing your budding friendship, either.

if there was one thing you should know about megan skiendiel, it’s that she’s stubborn. fiercely so. once she feels something, she clings to it with both hands. no disguises, no apologies. she doesn’t know how to be subtle and doesn’t try to be. her heart shows up before she even walks into the room.

and lately, her heart had a habit of mentioning you. probably more than it should have.

the first time was during a casual sit-down with a popular youtuber. the question had been harmless enough. “did you meet anyone interesting in korea?”

megan didn’t even blink before your name tumbled out of her mouth.

behind her, manon practically doubled over laughing while lara muttered something about “bad timing” and “inside jokes.” the clip went viral within the hour.

eyekons weren’t buying the act. they knew.

especially after that solo live.

‎

megan sank into the couch with a sigh, stretching her legs over the coffee table as she adjusted her phone. It’d been a long day. dance practice ran overtime, vocal lessons left her voice raw, and all she wanted was to collapse into bed. but she had promised her fans a live, and the guilt of leaving them waiting weighed heavily on her.

she brushed her hair back as the screen flickered to life. a wave of comments flooded in immediately, the chat scrolling too fast to keep up.

she smiled, a familiar warmth settling into her voice. "hi, everyone. It's been a while, huh?"

the dorm was quieter than usual. yoonchae and daniela were still at the studio, finishing up some recording. lara, sophia and manon were off doing who knows what.

megan answered questions between sips of water, laughing as fans teased her. she talked about her love for food, and her habit of getting lost in airports. the conversation was easy, natural. she talked about practice, her favorite songs lately, and the games she'd been playing. it felt comfortable, like a casual late night talk with friends.

then, suddenly, the energy shifted. the comments exploded into chaos. fans were spamming messages faster than she had ever seen before.

"wait, what's happening?" she mumbled, eyes flicking over the chat, trying to make sense of the flood of messages.

then she saw it. a single line of text that had a dumb grin permanently etching itself across her face.

y/n: have you ate today? you look so cute with those glasses on!

her eyes scanned the screen again just to make sure she hadn’t imagined it. but no. it was still there. your name. your message.

she dropped her hands into her lap and beamed, full teeth, no restraint. her cheeks were already tinged pink, and now they burned. she didn’t care.

“hi, y/n,” she said, voice soft but electric. “you’re really here, huh?”

the chat lost its mind. it was like someone had thrown gasoline on a bonfire. hearts, exclamation marks.

megan didn’t even try to hide it.

“i wasn’t expecting that,” she said, practically bouncing in place now. “like, i thought maybe you’d be busy or… i don’t know, being famous and cool and doing actor things.”

she laughed a short, nervous little burst, then leaned closer to the screen, like it might bring her to you.

“i did eat, by the way. i wasn’t gonna wear the glasses, but my eyes were tired and they help with the light. but… i’m glad you think they look nice.”

it wasn’t subtle. none of it was subtle.

she was glowing. lit from the inside out with the kind of joy that couldn’t be faked. and even though thousands of fans were watching, even though the chat was an overwhelming blur of reactions and chaos. for that brief moment, it was like no one else existed. no one but you.

‎

the third, perhaps most notorious time, was two weeks later.

‎

it was meant to be a harmless segment. a fluff piece for some new cosmopolitan youtube show. the kind with silly games and awkward dares and an entire soundboard dedicated to exaggerated gasps. katseye had been invited to promote their upcoming showcase, and the host had them lined up in pairs, facing each other in a game of “who knows who better.”

megan had been paired with sophia, which was dangerous from the start. the two had a history of throwing each other under the bus for the sake of comedy, and neither had a filter to speak of.

“okay, last round,” the host grinned, holding up a cue card. “this one’s just for fun. megan, sophia — name one person your partner talks about way too much.”

“oh no,” sophia said instantly, already grinning like the cat who got the cream.

megan groaned, head falling back dramatically. “don’t do this to me.”

“i have no choice,” sophia replied solemnly. “i’m under oath.”

the buzzer sounded and both girls scribbled their answers down on whiteboards. megan wrote slowly, trying to be clever, trying to think of a joke that would dodge the obvious. but when the timer buzzed again, she sighed and held it up.

so did sophia.

your name. in big, bold letters. twice.

the studio burst into laughter, and the host clutched his chest like he’d just witnessed the reveal of the century.

“wow,” he said, eyes flicking between the two of them. “not even a hesitation.”

“because it’s true,” sophia said, smug. “she’s in her ‘y/n era.’ we’re just living in it.”

megan was pink from ear to ear, trying — and failing — to hide behind her board. “that’s not true. okay, maybe a little true.”

“a little?” manon called from off-camera. “girl, you made us watch one of her movies three nights in a row.”

“it was for the plot,” megan shot back.

“uh-huh,” daniela deadpanned. “plot named y/n.”

the clip made the rounds before the show even finished airing. fancams popped up with captions like “megan being the president of y/n’s fan club for six minutes straight” and the internet did what it does best. spiral.

‎

through it all, megan didn’t deny a thing.

she couldn’t. not when her whole face lit up like a summer skyline every time your name came up. not when her bandmates had stopped teasing and started treating your existence as something inevitable, like the rising sun or the way manon always stole everyone’s chargers.

by then, you weren’t just someone she mentioned.

in an industry known for silence, for secrecy and statements about “valuing privacy,” hybe was practically rolling out a red carpet. in korea, relationships in the spotlight were often treated like scandals waiting to happen. but the western fans? they were eating it up. every clipped interview, every suspiciously timed instagram like, every passing mention of your name on a live. it was all free press, and hybe knew it.

so they leaned in. quietly, strategically. no denials. no damage control. just subtle nudges that said, yeah, keep watching.

and it was driving her crazy.

you weren’t exactly sure when it happened. when the feeling settled in your chest and decided to stay. maybe it had been there all along, hiding underneath the comfort of familiarity and the ease of your friendship. or maybe it grew slowly, in the quiet moments you never thought to mark.

it could’ve been during the weeks she was gone, promoting outside of korea. the distance was supposed to make things simpler. safer. but instead, it just made her absence louder. knowing you were still the first person she messaged in the morning and the last one she talked to before sleep made your chest ache in a way you didn’t have a name for yet.

or maybe it was that one night, the one where you called her just to vent about a costar who had spent the entire day getting under your skin. you were halfway through a breathless rant when you noticed it. the way she was watching you through the screen. how she wasn’t just nodding politely or checking her phone or letting her attention drift. she was listening. really listening. her eyes softened when you got frustrated, lit up when you said something funny. when your voice cracked just a little from tiredness, she didn’t interrupt. she just stayed with you. present and still. like holding space for you was the most natural thing in the world.

and somewhere in all of that, it hit you.

you were in love with megan skiendiel. painfully. undeniably. fully.

at first, you were terrified. quietly, achingly scared. because what were you supposed to do with a feeling like this? loving megan had crept up on you, soft and slow, the way a sunset slips past the horizon before you even realize it’s gone. and now that it was here, fully formed and impossible to ignore, you didn’t know how to carry it.

megan had become a constant. someone who felt less like a friend and more like a fixture. someone you could turn to at any hour, knowing she’d listen without judgment, laugh at your bad jokes, sit in silence if that’s what you needed. she never made you feel like too much or not enough. she just saw you. and the last thing you wanted was to ruin something that good with feelings you didn’t know how to manage.

so you kept it quiet. buried it under casual texts and late-night calls. told yourself it wasn’t the right time. told yourself maybe it didn’t need to be said at all.

but then the girls were coming back to korea. six months had passed since their last visit, and the moment megan found out they’d be landing soon, she called you. not texted. not waited. called.

you’d picked up on the first ring.

and now, you were standing at your front door, fingers still curled around the handle, staring at the very girl who had been living rent-free in your head for months.

before you could even speak, megan threw her arms around you. the force of it almost knocked you back a step. her dark brown hair smelled like travel and lavender shampoo and something unmistakably her. she held you like she’d been counting down the days to this moment. like she’d been holding her breath all the way across oceans and could finally breathe again now that she was here.

her arms were warm and tight around you, her face tucked into the crook of your neck. for a few seconds, neither of you said anything. and for the first time in weeks, your heart didn’t feel so loud.

“you smell different,” megan mumbled, voice muffled against your shoulder.

you blinked, startled. “um. thanks?”

she pulled back just enough to look at you, her hands still resting on your waist. “not bad different. just… like laundry detergent and success.”

you snorted. “you’ve been on korean air for fifteen hours and that’s what you open with?”

“i missed you too,” she said, and there was no hesitation in it. no theatrics. just honesty, plain and easy, like it was the most natural thing in the world to say.

you felt the corners of your mouth twitch, trying hard not to smile like a complete idiot. “i figured. what with the fifteen missed calls.”

“okay, first of all,” she said, stepping fully into the apartment now, shrugging off her jacket, “ten of those were because i forgot the time difference and thought you were ghosting me.”

“you forgot the time difference?” you repeated, crossing your arms with a skeptical look.

megan turned around, eyes wide and unconvincing. “yes?”

you stared.

she caved. “no. i panicked. sue me.”

you closed the door behind her, shaking your head. “you’re ridiculous.”

“you like it,” she said without missing a beat, flopping dramatically onto your couch.

you didn’t deny it. instead, you walked over and stood behind the couch, arms draped loosely over the back as you looked down at her.

“so what’s the plan now that you’re back?” you asked.

megan grinned, tossing her head back to look up at you. “coffee. your favorite ramen place. a movie i’ll definitely talk through. and if you’re really lucky, maybe i’ll even let you win at mario kart.”

“bold of you to assume you’d be letting me win,” you said.

“bold of you to think you could beat me,” she fired back, eyes sparkling.

you met her gaze, heart stuttering, voice softer now. “i’m really glad you’re here.”

her grin faltered just a bit, and something gentler settled into her expression. “me too,” she said. “more than you know.”

for a moment you just stared at her, the moment truly settling in. you really did miss her. texting and phone calls were one thing, but seeing her in person was another. her goofy smile, the way she locked in like she didn’t just drop the funniest bomb known to mankind, the way she laughed as if she didn’t care who was watching. she was just one girl and yet, she consumed the space so beautifully without even knowing.

you almost did it then. almost opened your mouth and let the words tumble out. but you didn’t. instead you settled on a small smile.

you were about to ask megan if she wanted water when your phone buzzed against the counter. you didn’t need to look to know who it was. you’d spent the entire night before (and entire day honestly) lighting up your text chain with yunjin. sure enough, when you unlocked your screen and peered down, there she was.

yunjin [7:13pm]: is she there yet or did she ghost you after all that build-up

yunjin [7:13pm]: respond right now or else i’ll think you confessed and blacked out from emotional overload.

you rolled your eyes and typed back quickly with one hand while grabbing two glasses with the other.

you [7:14pm]: she’s here. no blackouts. yet.

yunjin [7:14pm]: yet??? i’m counting the minutes. btw u should ask her to come to the party tn. i think sungchan wanted to introduce u to someone too, so ur contractually obligated to show up.

the idea of sungchan wanting to introduce you to someone made your blood run cold. the last time that happened, you ended up stuck in a corner with shindong rambling about crypto, diet tips, and the “glory days” of SM for thirty painfully long minutes.

still, you swallowed the groan bubbling up in your throat and slipped your phone into your pocket before yunjin could fire off something even more unhinged. when you turned back toward the living room, megan had curled herself sideways into the couch, one leg dangling off the edge, her head tilted back like she was trying to make sense of the ceiling tiles.

“was that yunjin?” she asked, grinning like she already knew the answer.

“unfortunately.”

“what’d she say? wait, don’t tell me. something dramatic, slightly invasive, and definitely teasing.”

you handed her a glass of water with a dry look. “spot on. she wants to know if you’re real or just a figment of my imagination.”

megan raised an eyebrow. “and what did you tell her?”

“that you’re here.” you smirked. “look at miss nosey over here.”

she raised both hands in mock surrender, barely hiding her smile. “hey, what can I say? i’m working on a phd for not being able to mind my own damn business.”

you laughed, shaking your head. the kind of laugh that came easily around her. and then, remembering the rest of yunjin’s message, you leaned your weight against the back of the couch, fingers tapping idly on the cushions.

“she’s throwing a party tonight,” you said. “something about celebrating a new album drop. you should come. bring the girls.”

megan sat up a little straighter, sipping her water with the kind of dramatic flair that made you snort. “a party? are there going to be snacks?”

“probably.”

“alright, i’m in. but only if there are snacks and minimal small talk. and maybe karaoke.”

“so you want snacks, bad lighting, and a mic. noted.”

“see, you get me.” she beamed, already reaching for her phone. “i’ll text the girls. we’ll make it a proper entrance.”

you rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. your heart was too full for your own good. “god help us all.”

the drive over was chaotic in the way only megan’s presence could make it. she’d managed to wrangle sophia and daniela into coming, predictably the two most likely to say yes to the word “party” before even hearing the rest of the sentence. manon and lara had tapped out almost immediately. yoonchae hadn’t even bothered pretending she was considering it.

megan drove, one hand lazily on the wheel, the other dancing over the radio dial every five seconds. you sat in the front passenger seat, watching her in the glow of passing streetlights.

sophia leaned forward from the back. “so, y/n,” she started, voice thick with mischief, “how’s it feel being megan’s favorite girl?”

“sophia,” megan warned without looking away from the road.

daniela snorted, flinging a gummy at the back of megan’s head. “what? it’s true. we’ve heard more about y/n in the last six months than we have about anyone else.” then she turned to you, leaning forward besides sophia. “i was starting to think she made you up.”

“my god, you guys are worse than lara and manon.” megan muttered, tightening her grip on the steering wheel. she glanced at you, caught the smile playing on your lips, and groaned. “you’re both so annoying.”

“say you love her and we’ll shut up,” daniela sang from the backseat.

“i will crash this car,” megan said flatly, but her ears were pink.

you turned in your seat, raising an eyebrow at the two girls behind you. “this what you do on every drive?”

“only when the company’s good,” sophia grinned.

by the time you walked up to the le sserafim dorm, the music could already be heard before you even reached the front door. the air outside buzzed with voices and laughter.

you barely had time to step over the threshold before you heard it.

“there she is!”

yunjin materialized out of the crowd like she owned the place. which, sure, she basically did. it was her party afterall. she practically skipped the last few steps toward you. before you could get a word in, she grabbed your hand, pulled you into a hug that was half tackle, half dance spin, and leaned back to look you over. “hi, hello, love you, you look disgustingly hot—don’t even try to run, i’ve got plans for us tonight.”

you barely had time to laugh before she clocked the girls behind you. “megan!” she called, eyes lighting up as she pulled you into the house. “and you brought the fun ones! hi, sophia. hi, daniela.”

“you act like we don’t always show up,” sophia said with a grin, accepting the hug yunjin offered.

“it’s not a real party unless daniela’s threatening to outdrink everyone,” yunjin replied.

“not a threat if it’s true,” daniela said, winking.

megan held up her hands in mock surrender. “i told them to behave.”

“why would you do that?” yunjin laughed. “no, i want full chaos tonight. come find me later, i’m kidnapping y/n for a minute.”

you looked back at megan just as yunjin tugged you into the crowd, her hand firm in yours. megan simply grinned, the light catching her face just enough to make your heart skip.

and then the music swallowed you whole.

some part of you couldn’t help but feel a little bit annoyed. truth be told, you’d have rathered been home with megan. caught up on lost time and put on a movie. maybe stepbrothers, because you know it’s one of her favorites from one of your many late night conversations.

instead, you were here. loud music, dim lights, and the kind of packed crowd that made it hard to think. it wasn’t awful. yunjin’s parties never were. her friends were warm and welcoming, even if chaewon had greeted you with a smug “so where’s megan?” the second you walked in. but still, your eyes kept drifting.

you caught sight of her across the room, laughing at something sophia said, a hand tucked into the pocket of her baggy jeans. daniela was already halfway into a dance battle with some guy in a bucket hat. megan wasn’t doing anything extraordinary. she was just… being. but somehow, that was enough to pull your gaze every time.

you tried to focus on the conversation happening around you. tried to lean into the easy rhythm of old friends and new music. but your mind had already wandered. back to the idea of megan beside you on the couch. back to her laugh. back to the quiet. back to her. always her.

eventually you took a step back when the cup yunjin shoved into your hands was getting empty.

“gonna get a refill.” you shouted lamely over the music. you didn’t wait for her to respond before you were stalking your way to the kitchen.

it was in that space you were able to truly look around. you didn’t miss the curious glances shot your way, no, that would’ve been impossible. it felt incredibly vain to acknowledge that you were an idols idol, but you knew.

you were halfway refilling your cup with some kind of soju concoction when a voice cut through the air.

“y/n!”

you looked up and immediately locked eyes with a familiar pair of browns. a tall, handsome figure weaved through the crowd toward you, his shaggy brown hair falling into his eyes just enough to make him look like he hadn’t planned a single part of his night. sungchan grinned, all coy charm and childish mischief. you groaned the second he pulled you into a rough side hug, the unmistakable scent of alcohol clinging to his clothes like cologne. still, your arms came up automatically, returning the hug without a second thought. for all his nonsense, sungchan had always been a good friend.

“i want to introduce you to someone.”

you turned just as sungchan stepped aside, and there she was. karina.

you had never met her in person before, but you might as well have. her face was everywhere. it lit up across high-rise billboards in gangnam, looping through luxury brand ads on the subway monitors, popping up on your explore page whenever you so much as breathed near the fashion or idol tag. you remembered the way jaewook had bragged about her back on set a year ago when the dispatch article dropped. he had shown his phone to his costar like it was breaking news, grinning like he had just won something. you had rolled your eyes, walked off to get coffee, and told yourself it wasn’t your business. it wasn’t, until now.

karina was even more stunning in person. her beauty wasn’t the kind that made a scene or demanded attention. it just existed, like it belonged there. her gaze met yours and stayed, unwavering.

it wasn’t rude, or even intense in a threatening way. just… focused. present. like she wasn’t just seeing you but actually registering you.

you were suddenly very aware of your posture, your hands, your everything.

“it’s so nice to meet you!” she called over the music, her voice warm and clear even with the bass thudding through the walls. she stepped just a little closer, enough that you could hear her without leaning in. “i love your stuff. seriously. i’ve been asking sungchan to introduce us for ages, but he’s always chickened out at the last second.”

sungchan made a wounded noise, hand over his chest like she’d just stabbed him, but before he could fire back, wonbin came stumbling past, arm slung around his neck with all the grace of a wrecking ball. they disappeared into the crowd in a tangle of laughter and chaos.

you rolled your eyes and turned back to karina, only to find that her gaze hadn’t left you once. her eyes held yours with that same calm, curious steadiness, like she wasn’t in a packed party but somewhere quieter. somewhere smaller.

you offered a small smile. “likewise. though to be fair, i think he just gets intimidated around pretty girls.”

her lips curved. “pretty, huh?”

you blinked, brain catching up three seconds too late. “oh god, sorry. i don’t know why i said that. yunjin handed me a cup earlier and i don’t even know what was in it. she could’ve poisoned me for all i know.”

karina laughed, the sound easy and low. “knowing her, it’s probably something criminal. you’ll wake up with a hangover and a new life philosophy.”

you laughed too, but it faltered slightly when she leaned in, just enough for her shoulder to brush against yours. it was nothing, a light touch, but it grounded you instantly.

“don’t worry,” she said, voice softer now, “i think you’re pretty too.”

your heart stuttered.

you opened your mouth, but whatever you meant to say vanished the second her smile deepened.

“not to be dramatic or anything,” karina said, lifting her cup for a slow, nonchalant sip, “but i think we’re being watched.”

you blinked. “watched?”

“mhm. i can feel her eyes burning holes into the back of my head. like a laser pointer. i’m actually a little afraid to turn around.”

you tilted your head, letting your eyes scan the room until you found her. megan, standing across the floor. at some point sophia had shoved her cup into megan’s hands and joined daniela on the dance floor. the chinese girl clutched the cup in both hands like it might leap out of them if she didn’t keep a death grip on it. her expression was neutral, but her stare? not subtle.

you cleared your throat. “who, megan? no, no, she’s—”

“look at the way she’s holding that cup,” karina cut in, a grin already pulling at her lips. “you’d think she just watched the most annoying man on earth walk in and ruin everyone’s mood.”

you huffed. “reminds me of a certain six-foot-something actor with a god complex.”

karina snorted, her eyes flashing with recognition before she laughed for real this time, head tipping back for just a second. she knew who you were talking about almost immediately. the one man you had in common besides sungchan happened to be her very tall (very annoying) ex.

“right. i forgot you know jaewook.”

you raised an eyebrow. “unfortunately.”

“hey,” she said, still grinning. “he’s not that bad. underneath all the bravado he’s actually kind of sweet.”

“sure, you don’t need to convince me.” you shrugged, completely deadpan. “if the dick’s bomb, it’s bomb.”

karina choked, hand flying to your shoulder as she doubled over in disbelief. she was laughing harder than before, and you felt a little thrill run down your spine at the sound of it.

when she straightened up again, she wiped at her eye and shook her head. “you’re going to wake up tomorrow and regret ever opening your mouth.”

“without a doubt,” you said, already sipping to forget.

“i think i want some of what you’re having,” karina said, eyes glittering with mischief as she swirled the liquid in her cup. “it’s my cue to go find the woman of the hour. but before i do…”

she leaned in, slower this time. you thought she was going to say something else right away, but then her mouth dipped lower, her breath warm as it ghosted the curve of your jaw. you stiffened in surprise, the proximity making your pulse stumble. her lips came dangerously close to your ear, just barely brushing your skin when she spoke.

“that girl. megan.” her voice dropped to something sly and sweet. “she wants you. it’s written all over her face. she hasn’t stopped staring since i walked over. so how about you use some of that liquid courage and do something about it?”

your breath caught, cheeks burning with the kind of heat no drink could explain. karina pulled away just as slowly, and her smile was soft but wicked. it said a hundred things at once.

i’m glad we met, good luck out there, don’t screw this up.

then she was gone, slipping into the crowd like she had always belonged to it. her red solo cup bobbed above the sea of people as she drifted toward the corner where yunjin and chaewon were doubled over in laughter.

you didn’t even have time to process it before someone else stepped into her place.

megan.

her arm brushed yours, then stayed there, her hand wrapping gently around the bend of your elbow. she was close. so close. close enough that you could smell the perfume on her skin, something cool and soft, mint layered with warm vanilla. it hit you all at once that it was yours. a bottle that had disappeared from your vanity six months ago before katseye left korea. and now here it was, clinging to her in the most dizzying way.

your body flushed with heat that had nothing to do with the music or the alcohol. your eyes traveled up, taking in the sheen of sweat along her collarbones and the way her skin glowed under the lights. her crop top clung to her in all the right places, her stomach taut from dancing. you could still see the echo of her movement in the way her breath rose and fell, chest barely brushing yours.

you finally looked at her face again. she was already staring.

her eyes were darker than you remembered, shadowed and unreadable, fixed on you with something that felt like pressure and want and restraint all tangled up into one look. her lips were drawn in a line, neither smiling nor frowning, but firm with intent.

the air between you thinned.

you weren’t sure who would speak first. or if either of you had to. not with the way the tension folded in and around you like the bass from the speakers. not with the way her fingers curled just slightly against your arm, like she wasn’t ready to let go.

“oh. hey. you doing okay?” you asked, voice raised slightly over the music pulsing around you.

megan didn’t answer right away. her eyes stayed locked on yours for a beat too long, and just when you thought she might finally say something, her gaze dropped. slow and deliberate. it traced the line of your jaw and landed just beneath your ear. her expression shifted. something flickered across her face, subtle but sharp. a furrow of her brow that sent a wave of nerves crashing down your spine.

before you could speak again, she brought her thumb to her lips and wet it. then, without hesitation, she reached forward and pressed that same thumb to your neck. her touch was warm, careful. a soft swipe against your skin.

your breath caught.

“she left lipstick on you,” she murmured, quiet but clear enough to cut through the noise.

your hand shot up on instinct, palm flattening over the spot just beneath your ear. you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, blood rushing too fast under your skin.

“o-oh. yeah. was an accident,” you stammered, the words clumsy as they left your mouth.

megan didn’t respond right away. she just hummed. low, unreadable. then her hand slid down from your elbow, fingers grazing your forearm like she couldn’t quite decide if she wanted to hold on or let go. eventually she settled, her grip tightening just enough that you felt the weight of it. like an anchor. like a warning. like something unspoken passing between the two of you that neither of you had the guts to name.

not yet, anyway.

for a long second, she just stood there, saying nothing. she didn’t blink, didn’t move. only stared.

you shifted on your feet. “did… did i do something wrong?”

her voice was steady, but low. “let me drive you home.”

you blinked. “oh. okay.” it came out softer than you meant, a whisper carried easily between you. she heard it all the same.

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you weren’t sure how much time passed between then and now. one moment you were alone in the kitchen of yunjin’s dorm, the next megan was muttering something to sophia and daniela under her breath, a rushed string of syllables that made them blink once, twice, and nod. she grabbed your hand without waiting for an answer and pulled you toward the door. you felt the weight of every pair of eyes that followed you on your way out. yunjin’s brow arched with thinly veiled amusement. sungchan mouthed something that looked suspiciously like “what did you do.” and karina… she didn’t say a word. she just winked.

now you were in the passenger seat of megan’s car, the inside dim and quiet save for the faint hum of the engine and the soft patter of rain beginning to hit the windshield. your buzz had all but faded, replaced by something heavier, something laced with nerves. megan’s hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles had gone pale. the jaw that was so often relaxed with laughter and teasing was now set and stiff.

you turned to face her fully. “megan. what’s going on with you?”

she didn’t look at you. her gaze stayed fixed on the road ahead as if it held all the answers she couldn’t bring herself to say aloud.

“when did you and karina get so close?” she asked, too casual to be convincing.

you tilted your head, eyes narrowing. “are you jealous?”

there was a beat of silence. then she scoffed.

“no!…. yes. fuck, y/n, i don’t know. i don’t know what i feel. all i know is that seeing her in your space like that just— it just drives me crazy.”

the car hummed beneath you, megan’s hands gripping the wheel like she was holding onto something more fragile than the leather beneath her fingers. she floored it the moment she pulled onto the main road. fast, reckless as always. the first time you rode passenger princess in her car, you practically grabbed onto the seat for dear life. except tonight, you didn’t even mind. you couldn’t look away. her jaw clenched tight, the faint pulse at her temple a rhythm you felt in your own chest.

the car sped down the dimly lit road of your penthouse’s underground parking, tires echoing against concrete walls. megan didn’t slow until she pulled into a quiet corner, the only sound the engine’s low hum. just the two of you now.

her jaw was tight, eyes sharp. “karina,” she spat, voice low and rough. “she was all in your space like she owns it.”

you met her glare, feeling the heat rising between you. “megan, i just met her.”

her hand clenched the steering wheel so hard her knuckles went white.

“yeah, well, she sure didn’t act like it,” megan bit out. “in your ear, touching your arm like you’ve been hers for years. you think i didn’t see the way she looked at you?”

you blinked at her, pulse quickening. “why does it even matter?”

megan turned to you then, full body, her eyes blazing. “because it does. because you’re not just some friend i joke around with anymore, y/n.”

the silence that followed was thick, pressing. you stared at her, at the curve of her jaw clenched in frustration, at the way her chest rose and fell like she’d just run a sprint. her brows were furrowed, but beneath the frustration was something else. something that made your stomach twist and your fingers curl tight around your seatbelt.

“megan…”

she exhaled hard, dropping her head back against the headrest for a second like she was trying to force the words out. then her voice came, rough and low. “i can’t stand seeing someone else touch you like that. it makes me feel like i’m gonna lose my mind.”

you reached out, hand hovering before it found hers on the console between you. her fingers twitched under yours, like she was deciding whether to pull away or pull you closer.

“you’re not gonna lose your mind,” you said quietly. “you’re just finally saying what we’ve both been thinking.”

she didn’t reply. didn’t need to. you swallowed, heart hammering. this wasn’t the easy conversation you’d expected. it was raw, jagged, real. her eyes locked onto yours, wild and fierce. for a moment, you could almost feel the weight of everything she hadn’t said hanging between you.

without warning, she leaned in, closing the space with a fierce urgency. her lips crashed against yours, rough and demanding, like she needed to prove something. your breath hitched, caught off guard but all in.

it was messy, desperate, the kind of kiss that didn’t ask for permission. your hands found her hair, pulling her closer. she growled low, the tension snapping as the lines between friends and something more shattered.

it was a blur after that. megan barely killed the engine before the two of you were out of the car, walking fast and too close as you made your way through the quiet underground garage. her hand hovered at your back, not quite touching, but you could feel the heat of it through your shirt. the elevator ride was silent, charged, her reflection burning holes into yours through the metal walls.

the second your door swung open, you were on her again. the lock clicked behind you as you pressed her up against the door, mouths crashing together like you’d both run out of time. your hands slipped under the hem of her shirt, greedy for skin. she kissed you like she needed you to breathe.

“y/n,” she breathed out, but whatever she was going to say got lost in the next kiss, your name drowned out by the low thud of her back hitting the hallway wall.

you didn’t even think, just grabbed her wrist and tugged her toward the bedroom, feet stumbling, laughter breaking through the tension for a split second. she followed without hesitation, eyes locked on you like she was trying to memorize the way you looked at her now.

as soon as you hit the threshold of the room, your mouths found each other again. she kicked the door shut behind her without looking, hands already tugging at the hem of your shirt like she’d waited too long for this.

she pulled away after a moment to simply stare.

megan looked at you. the kind of stare that could melt ice. her gaze traces the lines of your body like she was hungry, yet still she said nothing. she swallowed, her lips pursing together as she weighed her own thoughts in her mind. her eyes trailed up and down before finally they settle themselves again on yours. it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know what she was thinking in this very moment. you could practically read her through her silence. the way she practically itched to say something funny, to break the tension with a lighthearted joke in true megan fashion. but she couldn’t. her body was reacting as much as yours was. she trembled slightly, her chest rising up and down as if she was struggling to take in air. but it was pure anticipation. when she talks her voice is careful, hesitant, like she was afraid that one wrong word would break the quiet you slipped into.

“how do i tell you that i want you without making a fool of myself?”

your breath hitched when suddenly she moved. she took a step closer, and instinctively you take a step back. the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed and you’re falling back. the only thing you can do is sit stupidly and stare up at her as she stares down. she was already tall, but now she loomed over you.

she was so unlike herself. just ten minutes ago she was fumbling over her own feet, giggling between kisses as her fingers clumsily trailed up and down the warm skin on your back. now, she was confident. like she was looking at you through the lens of someone who realized in the span of a quick ten minutes that they were standing before something holy.

you hum. “you say it. tell me, megan.”

she doesn’t hesitate. she nudges your legs apart so she’s standing between them now, your legs trapping her in. her hands instinctively raise to the back of your head, one idly playing with the baby hairs on the nape of your neck while the other gently grabbed your chin. she didn’t ask, just simply gripped your chin between her thumb and index finger and tugged. she leaned down slightly , so close that you could feel her hot breath hitting you. when she talks, her voice is quiet.

“i want you, y/n.”

she moved one inch closer, and her lips brush yours. it was faint. a feather light touch, but it sent shivers down your spine all the same. her eyes dropped back and forth between your eyes and your lips, the grip she had on your chin tightening momentarily before she let go. her hand lazily drifted down from your face and to your chest, fingertips just lightly grazing your skin. and then, she moved the other hand. the hand that once played with the hairs on the back of your neck now moved to the front, fingertips dancing along your throat. she hums. her voice dripped like venom, tantalizing and dangerous all in the same breath.

“you have no idea how bad.”

you swallow, and megan feels it against the hand she held to your neck when her fingers gently reach out and clasp. nothing tight. but she doesn’t say anything. she simply stares. her eyes dark, her face unreadable save for only the pure want clear in her words. through the grip on your throat, you reply. your voice fell to a whisper, though just as confident as her own.

“then show me.”

she didn’t need to be told twice. the grip she held on your neck tightened just slightly before she relented. her lips which once grazed yours finally surged the small distance. she kissed you, every emotion she pushed to the back of her mind finally coming out in full force. she tilted her head, a soft sigh of relief escaping her when you met her kiss with equal fervor.

this was it. the moment where finally, she’d let herself cave. the moment where megan would lose her inhibitions and finally be true to both herself, and to you. being so close to you in this moment made her full body vibrate. you were intoxicating, and she was addicted.

megan deepened the kiss, her tongue gently swiping across your bottom lip. when you don’t open your mouth, she bites your lip. taking advantage of the gasp you let out, her tongue darts in. without words, her intentions were clearer than daylight.

she wanted you, and she wanted bad.

the grip on your neck only tightened until eventually you needed to pull back for air. a string of saliva coated your lips when she pulled back, her grip on your throat relaxing. but she doesn’t mind. she lets you breathe, feels your chest rise and fall beneath her full hand as she trails open mouthed kisses down from your swollen lips to your jaw, and then your neck. she littered kisses around the area her hand clasped around only moments ago, soothing the dull feeling of a phantom grip.

through your haze and a short gasp, you couldn’t help but tease her.

“who knew you had that in you, huh, skiendiel?”

megan answered with a simple bite to your neck. a nibble, soothed over with a faint swipe of her tongue immediately after. it was enough to shut you up, if even for a moment. she hummed.

“can’t help myself. you’ve no idea how long i’ve been waiting for this.”

this time it was your turn to raise a hand and gently play with her hair, her mouth still working at your jaw and throat. you sigh, your fingers clasping around a clump of her dark hair. you shake your head.

“what, are you trying to tell me this is the only reason you asked for my number all those months ago?”

she knew you were joking, that you were being facetious. still she couldn’t help but frown. she dropped fully to her knees now between your legs, still fully trapped by your legs on either side of her. from this angle as she pulled away from your neck, she looked up at you through her sleepy eyes and pink bangs.

“maybe this part was wishful thinking. but no, not the only reason.” her hands trailed down again, finding your skin beneath your shirt. her hands were so numbingly cold despite the warmth in her gaze. her hand pressed against your lower stomach, feeling the way your abdomen clenched slightly against her cold palm. she looked at you with her half lidded eyes and all you saw was sincerity. she continues.

“you’ve no idea how hard it is to keep my hands to myself when you’re you. but fuck, look at you now.” her other hand reaches for the hem of your shirt and now she tugs, her touch gentle despite the bite in her words when she says her next words. “you’re mine, baby.”

the words set something off in you. something that lit a fire in the deepest pits of your stomach, begging to be addressed. and megan knew it.

and so, she did.

you weren’t sure at what point you fell asleep. all you knew was that when you woke up, you were in your own bed. the blankets were pulled up beneath your chin but it wasn’t their warmth that clung to you like it was moulded for your body, and yours only.

your eyes trailed over to the sleeping girl besides you. megan’s arm wrapped around your torso, holding you close. her bare body pressed against yours had a chill running down your spine. you could already feel the hickeys forming on your neck, the bruises on your thighs. you could feel the phantom feeling of her nails scratching down your back and her coaxing whispers lingering in your ears.

megan had practically transformed into a completely different person. the memory of her eyes, dark and dangerous, had you inadvertently shifting closer to her. the slight movement was enough to wake her. a deep, sleepy groan pulled from her lips as she subconsciously nuzzled herself closer into you. when her eyes fluttered open and they landed on you, the difference was night and day.

she was nervous. shy. she practically hid her face in your neck only to turn red in embarrassment when she was met face to face with the marks she left on your throat. when she speaks her voice is low, awkward.

“i-i, uh, you know. i’m so sorry. too much? probably. oops.”

despite the situation, you couldn’t help but laugh. the sound alone made her groan, her head digging even deeper into you as if the action alone would hide her from your teasing. a classic ‘if i can’t see you, you can’t see me’ kind of thing.

“it’s okay, megan.”

she looked up at that, her cheeks still flushed red. but there was no mistaking the way her shoulders relaxed. she looked back at you and it’s then the events from the night before seemed to finally settle in. it’s in this lighting that you realized, again, just how gorgeous she is. the way her hair framed her face even when she was ridden with bedhead. the way her soft lips pouted involuntarily, the way her sleepy eyes looked up at you through her lashes. she was so, unbelievably beautiful without even needing to try. you couldn't help but wonder if she knew this as well as you could see it.

with a newfound sense of confidence, she suddenly leaned forward. her lips found yours and unlike the fit of messy kisses she gave you the night before, now she takes her time. when she pulls away, pink dusts her cheeks.

“i can’t believe we did… that.”

you raise a brow. “oh? pray tell why you’re so surprised.”

megan’s eyes practically blow wide. “seriously? you’re not even the slightest bit shocked and overwhelmed and- a-and, i don’t know, lowkey kinda freaking the fuck out? i mean jeez. you’re you!”

before you can reply she’s already continuing. her arm around your torso tightens, a look of pure shock and elation cemented across her face.

“do you have any idea how scared it makes me knowing that you’re practically in a league of your own? i mean, shit, you walk into a room and everyone stares. i walk in and everyone waits for me to break my own leg! you’re you. and i’m me. and this just doesn’t make any sense, a-and-“

you turn slightly so you’re facing her fully, her arm around you not slipping but loosening just enough. you shake your head, a hand reaching up gently to swipe her hair from her vision. her pink bangs covered her eyes just slightly, hiding the state of pure frazzle in their depths. you can’t help but chuckle softly.

when your lips tilt up at the corners, a small grin gracing your face, megan stopped rambling. she was so, completely, irrevocably enamored by you in a way that it hurt her brain.

when you leaned forward just enough to seal her lips with your own, her breath catches in her throat, silenced. for a moment you both lay there. her arm around your torso now moving to lightly grip your waist, her fingers digging in just barely as if she was grounding herself in the moment. your hand cupped her jaw, the kiss deepening just a second longer. when you pull away, her eyes are blown wide. she stares back at you in equal parts awe, and fear. she was completely undone by you.

“relax.”

the simple word was all she needed. she nodded her head stupidly and obediently, her lips pursing so tight together as if you’d given her a command she’d follow til her last breath.

your grin softens into a small smile. “you’re such a loser, megan.”

megan grimaced. the kind of look that was half part an awkward smile, and half part an embarrassment pout. she burrows her head into your chest with a drawn out groan. she feels the way your body vibrates when you chuckle, hears the way your heart skipped a beat with her ear pressed to your bare chest. and in that moment, she decided.

no amount of embarrassment would ever outweigh the pride she felt in knowing that it was her you were holding that very morning.

a month passed.

megan hadn’t planned on going live. it was one of those quiet nights that felt heavier than it should have. the dorm was calm. daniela had vanished into her room with a face mask and a bowl of cereal. sophia had crashed early. the silence made everything feel louder.

so she pulled on an oversized hoodie (your hoodie) and went live from her bed. nothing fancy. just her and her phone, legs tucked under her, the soft yellow light from her nightstand casting a warm glow across the screen.

“hi,” she said, voice soft with that slight rasp it always had when she was winding down. “i couldn’t sleep.”

the chat exploded immediately. hearts, greetings, inside jokes, fans asking about everything from what she had for dinner to her favorite stage outfit from the last comeback. she answered a few, laughed quietly when someone asked if lara still sleep-talked. her fingers toyed absentmindedly with the sleeve of her hoodie as she scrolled.

“what’s the weirdest dream you’ve had recently?” she read aloud, smiling. “okay, so i had this one where i was back in high school, but for some reason all the desks were made of jello, and sophia was my teacher? yeah, no idea. my brain is a strange place.”

another wave of hearts. more laughing emojis. the mood stayed easy, casual, soft around the edges.

then came the question. fast, buried in a sea of others, but megan’s eyes caught it and held.

“who’s that in the background?”

she blinked.

then turned, just slightly, to glance behind her.

there, on the edge of the bed, barely in frame, was you. hoodie half-zipped, face makeup-free, curled against a pillow and blinking slow from the comfort of just having woken up from a nap you hadn’t even meant to take.

megan looked back at the camera, lips tugging into a smile that was both shy and completely unbothered.

“guess the secret’s out,” she said, voice low but steady.

the chat exploded again, this time in full-blown chaos. some fans caught on immediately. others were in denial. a few begged her to clarify, but she didn’t.

instead, she leaned back against the headboard, reached over, and laced her fingers with yours. you blinked blearily, took a second to realize what was happening, then gave a soft laugh.

“hi,” you murmured, just loud enough to be heard. “sorry, i kind of knocked out.”

“it’s okay,” megan said, thumb brushing against the back of your hand. “you’re cute when you sleep.”

the live didn’t last much longer after that. she answered one or two more questions, gave the usual love you guys and get some rest, then signed off.

but the clip stayed. it spread fast, faster than either of you expected. screen recordings, gifs, screenshots, fan theories shifting into confirmed realities. by morning, your names were trending side by side.

and just like that, it wasn’t speculation anymore.

it was real. it was official.

it was you and her. finally.

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sillymommy6969 · 5 months ago

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ BREAKIN' BONES ᝰ! S.L.

trying to be subtle and secret with sophia!

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ ❪ 𝑦𝑡 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑜. ❫ ｡ sophia laforteza x f!r 𖥔 fluff ── disclaimers: katseye 7th member au (read in dark mode!) / pt. one, two / ℭatalogue

N/NFIZ NOT BOTHERING TO HIDE THEIR RELATIONSHIP ANYMORE FOR 14 MINUTES GAY (p.s. happy n/nfiz anny!)

100.2k likes | 580k views | 13th Feb, 25

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip one: [ YT VIDEO ] Halloween w/ KATSEYE!

Sophia, you, Daniela, Lara and Yoonchae (in that order) sat along the table of decorated ornaments. Five pumpkins sat before you, carving tools laid around it. Quickly, the five of you got to work designing personalized jack-o-lanterns, but being the middle children you were, you and Daniela seemed to have declared a war on pumpkin guts.

“Oh--Dani, stop!” you squealed, dodging another handful of guts hurled your way. “They’re gonna have to clean this up!”

It didn’t stop you from scooping a new chunk of pumpkin to slap on Daniela’s hand. The Latina’s dancer reflexes kicked in, jerking her hand away, along with her pumpkin. She screamed, her shrill shriek ringing and blowing out the microphones taped to her back. Lara, who sat on Daniela’s other side, leaning back into her chair to avoid Daniela’s swinging arms.

[ oml you can’t take these two anywhere- ]

Yoonchae eyed Sophia on your end of the table, the editor for Katseye emphasized how fearful Lara and Yoonchae seemed, before editing a fake knight’s armour on Sophia.

“Okay, okay, Dani, that’s enough!” Sophia stretched an arm out, keeping the latter from slamming anymore pumpkin guts into you. You stuck your tongue out when the Latina scoffed in disbelief, gesturing towards you as Sophia gave her a stern look. The blonde narrowed her eyes, clenching her jaw as she sat back down. You shot her a taunting smirk, as Sophia helps clean whatever leftover pumpkin was on you.

“Why am I the one getting yelled at, she literally started it!” Daniela whined, pursing her lips. “That’s not fair!”

“Dani, if I hear another word from you, I’m putting you on Megan duty the next week.” Megan duty was the rotation Lara explained on live a few days ago, where each member helps take care of Megan and anything she needed because of her back. The redhead could be a real piece of work though, especially since the injury had not dimmed her big personality. “No more messing around, Avanzini, I’m warning you.”

[ mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. mommy? sor-- *gunshots* ]

Sophia brushed your arm of anything else, before holding out a bag for you to dump your guts into. Daniela sulked the rest of that video, in a sour mood because she got in trouble with the leader for something you had obviously started.

“You know better than to mess with y/n when Sophia’s around, Dani, that’s on you.” Lara snorted, earning a harsh swat to the arm from the girl. “Hey--! I’m just saying, she’s untouchable.”

“Hey, you’re exaggerating,” Sophia groaned, “I was just tryna stop the two of them from fighting.”

You looped your arm under the Filipina’s, laying your head on her shoulder as you carved a face into your pumpkin. You chuckled along at the older’s attempts to defend herself, but all five of you (and eyekons too) knew better than that.

“Oh, yeah? Then why am I always stuck getting in trouble when y/n threw the first punch?” The blonde loudly protested, “Last night, y/n and I were making a late night snack at like three am, and when y/n accidentally dropped a pot and woke up the whole dorm, I got banned from the kitchen for the next week because Sophia found some food on the counter when she came downstairs.” Before Sophia could defend herself, Daniela held a finger up to her face to silence her. “y/n did not get punished for waking everybody up, but I can’t make toast on the kitchen now cuz there were crumbs on the table.”

“You made the kitchen super messy! It was horrid.”

“No it wasn’t! There were crumbs, that was it, at least I wasn’t the one who woke up Yoonchae.” If you couldn’t tell, Daniela was still quite bitter for Sophia getting you out of trouble with the dorm’s drill sergeant. “Yoonchae wouldn’t talk to me all day after, but y/n got off scotch free ‘cuz Sophia was there.”

“Dani, you’re so dramatic. It was not that deep,” she scoffed.

Daniela stood, pointing and swinging her carving knife at the cameras, “Eyekons, if you guys are watching this, find every single time y/n and I have messed around and only I get in with Sophia for it. I swear, there has to be a million out there, so please feel free to send it to me on Weverse.”

[ the war dani started with this is insane eyekonville really went to work for this (there was a 16 minute video of it on weverse) ]

“You’re just salty ‘cuz you’re a loser,” you bit back.

“n/n, I swear to God, I’m going to jab this into your ear,” the blonde threatened, holding the knife towards your head. She was quickly stopped by Sophia, who clicked her tongue and instructed for her to sit with a harsh glare. Lara began laughing hysterically at the Filipina proving Daniela right. “Man--screw this, Chip, switch seats with me right neow.”

[ poor dani… best be known y/n has her own bodyguard ]

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip two: [ VLOG ] y/n day w/ Katseye! (09:16)

“Hey, guys, it’s seven in the morning of y/n day!” She cheered and hollered under her breath, clapping her hands softly. “The girls are up and getting ready right now, but y/n’s still sleeping. We have a whole day planned for her today, so we need to stay quiet and make sure we don’t ruin the surprise.”

The members each occupied a section of the vlog, individually tasked to do different errands to make for a smooth transition into the surprise party they had planned for your birthday.

Manon and Daniela were sent to grab decorations, Megan and Yoonchae were asked to prepare the food and Sophia put it upon herself to get you the gifts alone. Lara volunteered to distract you for the morning whilst the girls got ready for the party, her planning a whole trip to the spa and then a massage place as a “birthday treat”, and you, of course, agreed.

“Okay, last month, y/n and I were out walking around this exact mall, and she saw these ugg sliders that she really wanted.” Sophia held the camera, looking past the lens at where she was going. She was strolling through a mall alone, people seen walking past and behind her. “So, I’m gonna go get them so she can keep her feet warm this winter.”

[ when she remembers small things >>>>>>>>> ]

She greets the worker standing by the door, quickly going to the section the two of you frequented the last time you were there. The shoes you wanted were still there, she picked a pair up, asking one of the staff for your size.

Once she had paid for them, not even bothering to check what the price was. She bid the employees goodbye, before smiling into the camera at a successful start.

[ where’s my sophia laforteza… it’s not fair y/n gets her ]

“They were almost out of stock, I’m so lucky… Okay, guys, we’re now moving to Sephora. I noticed n/n’s running out of her favourite perfume, it’s a gift she got from her mom so I’m going to get her another so she can refill that bottle,” Sophia announced, her voice peppy with excitement, “Bear with me here, I’m about to leave this place with so many bags.”

The vlog cuts to Sophia setting the camera down on a makeup table, she had a tiny Sephora basket in hand.

“I’m back, and I’m gonna give you guys a haul of what I got for y/n, okay?” She started rummaging through the basket of products, before pulling out a makeup palette. “So, Lara told me this new palette was good, she’s been trying out new brands and stuff so she wanted me to get this for y/n. Megan and Yoonchae already got y/n this self-care basket, so I’m getting the face masks they wanted to put in. I know Manon and Dani definitely have more of an ‘experiential’ gift planned, but--Oh! Here’s the perfume y/n loves.”

She held a beautiful box up, opening it to reveal the bottle within. It looked expensive, just based off the packaging.

[ that thing is half my rent >:0)) sophia really don’t play when it comes to spoiling her girl ]

“I called up mama l/n last night just to make sure this was the right one. I can’t wait to see y/n’s face when she gets this, she’s gonna be so happy,” Sophia gazed down at the perfume bottle in her hand, smiling sheepishly. “I can’t believe she’s turning XX, it feels like I’ve seen this beautiful, sweet woman grow up and into herself. I’m so happy to apart of it.”

[ only y/n has sophia giddy like that in the middle of sephora ]

“Anyways, I think we’re good here. I just need to pick up one more package--it’s gonna be a surprise for when y/n opens it later, even you guys aren’t allowed to see it yet.”

Later in the video, we see Daniela and Manon set things up in the dorm’s backyard. They set up an arch with your age on it, tables of food Megan and Yoonchae almost burnt down the house whilst preparing, and Sophia had set the wrapped and bagged gifts on another table. The mystery gift sat front and centre amidst the pile, a purple and (your colour) bow on it. It was almost golden hour, and the lights around the garden dimly lit the area perfectly. It looked perfect, and Sophia was beyond excited to welcome you--her birthday girl--home.

“Remind me to get Lara mad snacks later, she’s done such a good job keeping y/n busy all day, like, ‘phew’!” Manon sighed, dragging the back of her hand down her forehead.

“Yeah, she rocks at this. n/n gets a nice little spa day before coming home to all this.” Daniela cooed, “We spoil her.”

“Our girl deserves it,” Sophia replied softly, “It’s been a year.”

[ it’s actually pulsing her name in morse code im so single ]

Yoonchae hummed, “y/n has worked so hard this year.” She turned to the camera set on the girls just lounging around, “She loves Katseye and she loves Eyekons, so I’m sure she will love spending this special birthday with you all as well!”

When you finally came home, you walked into the yard per Lara’s guidance. You immediately gasped, the girls tackling you in a hug with a loud, unanimous, “Surprise!”

“Oh my--So this is ‘work’, huh?” You eyed Lara, who shrugged.

You gave each of them a hug, and when it came to Sophia, she wrapped her arms tightly around your neck, swaying you as you chuckled at her refusal to let you go. “Fia, I can’t breathe.”

She pulled away, cupping your cheeks. She gave you a beam as your hands dropped to her waist. “Come on!”

[ they are in love your honour, cade closed ]

As you soaked in the set up of everything the girls had prepared, the video dragged on with celebrations, fun activities, a little heartfelt moment of you thanking everybody before you got a little video message from your parents. The video brought you to tears, and Sophia immediately hopped out of her seat on the end of the couch to engulf you in a big hug, shielding you from the cameras as you composed yourself. She brushed your hair out of your face. “Come on, y/n, don’t cry--Let’s go open some gifts!”

You started unwrapping each gift, thanking each individual member for their respective presents. Sophia watches, a small, genuine smile paired with a soft gaze as she watched you happily unveil your gifts. The moment didn’t escape eyekons.

[ this single-handedly proved how down bad sophia was ]

It wasn’t until it came down to the mysterious gift, it wasn’t big, but just a tiny box with a bow of your colours on it. You immediately looked up at Sophia, getting an encouraging grin back as you pulled apart the paper. You popped open the box, and the camera zooms in on whatever is in hand.

A black key fob, with a small golden mustang at the bottom.

All five girls gasped, immediately crowding around you with looks of disbelief as the room fell silent for a moment. You looked up at Sophia, who just flashed you that innocent, wide smile. “Sophia, what the fuck.”

“Happy birthday, mahal.” she stated casually.

“You got me my dream car?” you scoffed, immediately throwing yourself onto the Filipina. You wrap your arms around her, practically suffocating her in a tight hug. “Sophia, holy shit, you should not have done this!”

[ get you a millionaire girlfriend who loves you huh ]

“I know you’ve been saving for it, but I figured I’d use the money I’ve saved to sponsor you instead. My parents helped a bit. They say ‘happy birthday’, by the way.” Sophia brushed some tears, now of joy, out of your eyes.

[ the in laws are in love with y/n as well they’re so fairy tale couple JUST COME OUT ALREADY ]

“We can finally match like fast and furious!” Daniela squealed.

You sniffled, unwilling to let a chuckling Sophia go. She rubbed your back, running a hand through your hair as you gave her a tight squeeze. “I can’t believe it, that’s too much!”

“It doesn’t matter, as long as you’re happy.” Sophia stated.

“Happy? Fia, I can’t even begin to describe how grateful to you I feel right now,” you stayed stuck to Sophia, front pressed against hers as the other girls cooed. Finally, Manon clasped her hands together, “Okay, are we taking this baby out for a joyride, or are we leaving it to rust in the garage?”

You held the keys up, grabbing Sophia’s hand. “Say no more.”

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip three: [ ELLE ] Phoning it in w/ y/n of Katseye!

“Hello, I’m y/n l/n from Katseye, and today I’m going to be prank calling my friends, family and team. This is Phoning It In with ELLE.” you introduced yourself, smiling from ear-to-ear as the series intro sounded. First came the screen of you with your bandmates at your recent MAMA performance, the words, “Katseye members” appeared onscreen.

“Okay, I need to figure out who to call--If I call Manon or Dani, they probably won’t pick up, so… I think I’ll call Sophia. Sophia will answer.” you tapped on her contact name, holding the phone out, ringing for “Laffy <3”.

[ the nickname and the heart?? y/n you’re sick for this ]

The line rings for a second before, “Hey, mahal.”

[ mahal???????? sophia laforteza the woman you are ]

“Hey, Fia, I’m not distracting you from anything important right now, am I?” After a quick denial from Sophia, you continued, “Okay, so, I know I’m in the middle of media day, but I really, really, really need to ask a big favour from you.”

Sophia hummed, “Okay… whatever you need, lay it on me.”

You catch the staff swooning at Sophia’s sweet tone, biting your lip. You tried not to giggle, as to not give the prank away, but the way the women in the corner of the room were cooing at the Filipina’s words was all you could see.

“So basically, I’m in the bathroom at ELLE’s warehouse right now, and I kind of need you to bring me some pants.”

Sophia paused for a moment, and you squeezed your eyes shut as you held in laughter. Bless her heart, she must be so confused. “You need me to bring you… pants? Why, honey, did you sit on something? Did you lose them somehow?”

You couldn’t hold back the single chuckle leaving your lips, “No, I was eating this big thing of chocolate before I got on set, so I left it on my chair when I went to work. The heat was cranked up high and the chocolate was open. When I came back, I forgot I put it there and kinda sat on it… Now I just look like a little kid who couldn’t hold it in, so I really need you to bring me some fresh pants before somebody sees.”

Sophia was never one to laugh at another’s misfortune, especially not yours. You knew she would be a fun person to prank because she’d be oh so eager to help little old you.

“Okay, I’m just at lunch with Dani right now, but I’ll be there as soon as I can. Which pair do you want me to bring?”

[ the way she immediately drops everything… im folding ]

You hummed, pretending to be in thought, “I don’t know.”

You could hear her getting up from sitting and packing up her things, before her keys jingled. Her phone was quickly snatched from her hands, as given away by the loud, “Hey!”, she let out. A familiar cackle sounded from the line, putting a big, amused grin on your face.

“Oh my God, you stoopid! There’s no way you’re trapped looking like you [bleep] yourself at ELLE. Take a pic, this is going on our wall of iconic moments.”

You rolled your eyes, “Absolutely not, Avanzini. Now, give the phone back to Sophia, I’m on a mission here.”

“No--! I want to see a pic, please!” she whined.

“Dani--Give me that!” A brief struggle could be heard from the other end, you buried your face in your free hand as the two bickered childishly for Sophia’s phone. You were glad this was at least the kind of entertaining ELLE was looking for, but you couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed at the humorous unprofessionalism your twenty year old bandmates were showing. “Eat your food, I’m gonna go get y/n her pants. You better not go crazy at the ice cream shop when I’m gone.”

You snorted out loud, knowing Daniela, she was definitely planning on it. “Fia, honey, I need to tell you one more thing.”

Sophia hummed, “Anything, mahal. What is it?”

[ the pet name, my knees bucked… MY KNEES BUCKED ]

“This is a prank, I’m sitting with ELLE right now, this is Phone It In.” You hear Daniela’s faint groan of disappoint, before Sophia shushed her. “I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t mean to ruin your lunch plans, but I figured you’d be most likely to pick up between the six of you.”

[ mahal? honey? they’re so domestic coded please-- ]

Daniela scoffed, “Hey! I definitely would’ve picked up.”

“It’s okay, y/n. If you were anybody else, I’d be mad at you for taking advantage of my kindness,” she teased, “But I’m just glad you didn’t actually sit on chocolate and look like you crapped your pants on a media day.”

“I know, I’m sorry. You guys enjoy lunch though, I’ll make it up to you soon.” You held the phone away from your face, looking down in anticipation of the leader’s response.

“Sounds good. I love you. Have fun pranking other people, mahal, I’ll see you at home.” Sophia made kissy noises.

“I love you too. See you guys.” You smiled, before hanging up.

[ felt like i was interrupting something while i was editing ]

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip four: [ WEVERSE LIVE ] 14/01/25 Sophia (13:05)

“Yes, I’ve seen Wicked. y/n and I went together last week, it changed my life.” Sophia commented, digging into the snacks laid out before her. She tilted her black Katseye hat up, her hood draped over the front. “y/n looked at me like i was crazy ‘cuz I was full on sobbing at the end. She still gave me hugs and bought me ice cream, so I forgive her.”

[ she looks so content talking about their date i can’t ]

“Speaking of, I’m pretty sure our girl’s on her way here… she just texted me she’s off work.” Sophia smiled, doing a little dance as she glanced back at the chat. “Yeah, looks like you guys are just as excited to see her as I am.”

user01 she’s immediately in a good mood when her wife’s otw

user02 she’s so real for giggling like this

user03 it’s y/n so i completely get it sophia

user04 MY PARENTS ARE COMING TOGETHER??

“Oh, yes, I’m pretty sure y/n and I are gonna see Gladiator 2 later tonight. She’s really into that one actor… Pedro Pascal?” Sophia mentioned, “She loves star wars and stuff, so when she heard the guy in The Mandalorian is gonna be in Gladiator, she’s making me go. Haven’t seen the first one, but guess I’ll find out what happens along the way.”

[ A WOMAN A WOMAN A WOMA-A-A-A-AN ]

As Sophia conversed and entertained the fans, you would eventually arrive at Geffen. In one of the many meeting rooms Sophia seemed to be occupying then, you knocked, hearing a soft gasp from the other side of the door.

Sophia glanced at the phone, “y/n’s here!”

She wheeled her chair out of frame, pulling the door open. Standing in your outfit with two cups of coffee, you greeted her. “Well, hello, stranger. I got you a little treat.”

The two of you come back into frame, you handed Sophia one of the cups. She held it up to her nose for a sniff.

She gasped, “Oh my God, is this a--?”

“Hazel nut latte? Absolutely. I made sure they put whipped cream and chocolate syrup on top,” you answered. You waved at the phone, “Anyway, I thought I’d come and keep you and the chat company before we leave for Gladiator.”

user05 Y/N COME HOME THE KIDS MISS YOU

user06 i’m no longer a child of divorce

user07 why is nobody talking abt y/n knowing sophia’s order?

“We were just talking about Gladiator. The eyekons are wondering what we’re doing for dinner after,” Sophia read, casually grabbing at your hips to sit you on her lap as the two of you scanned the screen. “Also they’re asking about your Pedro Pascal obsession.”

user08 omg the way sophia grabbed her waist

user09 SEDATE ME THAT WAS MUSCLE MEMORY

user10 idk who i want to be more rn

The two of you didn’t seem bothered by the comments flooding into the chat, especially those about your close proximity. Eventually, it was time for the two of you to leave for your plans, though the fans were sad to part with you.

On Weverse, Sophia posted lots of photos of you posing with Pedro Pascal on Gladiator 2 posters. Even some of the two of you standing in line for food, with your arms around her and your cheeks pressed together.

[ i can make so many of these videos #n/nfiz is definitely real ]

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ ❪ 𝖈alliope 𝖘peaks! ❫ 。 succumbing to popular demand once again, so here’s breakin’ dishes pt. 3! i do enjoy making these a lot and knowing you guys love them is fantastic. let me know what else you wanna see. happy reading! xx

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NOW THAT WE'VE MET AGAIN

synopsis: sophia’s been acting strange lately, and the katseye girls are determined to find out who’s been stealing all their leader’s time.

TW: drinking

genre: fluff

pairing: idol!sophia x reader

word count: 3.3k this is part 2 of if we ever meet again. check it out first!

not proofread, so expect mistakes.

impulsively you had bought a ticket to los angeles, with the only goal of finding sophia again.

the problem was that you had no way of contacting her. i mean, you had dm’d her on instagram, but after a week of not receiving any response, you decided you were not going to humiliate yourself and deleted the message.

now your only hope was to run into her on the street like all those times before. it had to be easy, right? the universe seemed to be in your favor every time you were in the same city.

it wasn’t.

for some reason, the universe did not want to cooperate with you anymore. and for the two months you’d been living in the city, you had never encountered the idol.

living in la was expensive, and the two jobs you were working on were barely enough to sustain you. note for future self: don’t buy tickets to one of the most expensive cities in the world to look for a pretty, talented girl.

anyway, you can’t go back in time to warn your past self to save more money and apply for a better job beforehand.

so here you were, one in the morning, serving strangers drink after drink, listening to problems you were definitely not interested in, and watching people your age have the time of their lives dancing with no worries about their future hangover.

while you were making small talk with your coworker, someone walked to the counter. “hey, what can i get you?” you asked. the woman in front of you looked quite familiar, curly hair braided in a ponytail, sharp straight eyebrows, and an intense gaze that was inviting but intimidating all at once.

she was clearly on the tipsy side, her eyelids moving more slowly than normal when she blinked at you. “you are new here,” she said, not as a question but rather a statement. “i come here frequently and i haven’t seen you before.”

you shrugged “i’ve been here for a few months now, maybe you casually come on the days i don’t work”

“yeah probably.” she said “well, cute new bartender, can i get a shot of… whatever you want?”

you frowned, glancing around to see if maybe you could spot someone who might look like a friend of the girl. you noticed a few people looking her way, but none looked like a concerned friend, more like they were waiting to shoot their shot. “are you here with your friends?”

“i was,” she started, “but they had to leave. i already called someone to pick me up.”

as if on cue, her phone started ringing, and she answered the call. you obviously could not hear the other end of the line, but for the answers of the drunk girl, you figured the person who was picking her up had arrived and was waiting outside.

when she hung up, she sighed, disappointed, “i have to go. but you owe me a drink, and don't think i’m going to forget.”

you chuckled, looking at your watch, “my shift just ended. i could walk you to the door, i don’t think is safe for you to walk all the way there alone.”

she accepted your offer and waited for you to grab your things.

when you exited the club, you saw a bright red mustang parked just a couple feet away. damn. a woman was leaning on the driver's door, while another stood closer to your workplace. both were wearing caps and face masks, so you couldn’t see their faces (not that there was too much light on the street either).

the one closer to you approached quickly, “manon, come on!”

even behind the mask and hat, you could recognize those eyes anywhere.

that’s why manon had looked so familiar, she was part of the group sophia was in. and after you had done a little research, you learned a little bit about the group, and more about the girl you had met three — now four — times already.

“sophia! meet my new friend, isn't she hot? she has a skateboard too, look!”

sophia finally looked at the woman next to her friend. she planned on apologizing for any disturbance the older girl might have caused, but when she locked eyes with you, the words died on her tongue.

after a few seconds, and manon going to some nearby bushes to throw up, she finally got out of her daze. “oh lord” she sighed, looking at where the swizz girl had gone, the driver girl now rubbing circles on her back.

you cleared your throat catching the attention of the black haired girl. “i’ve been waiting for you to appear where i work magically.”

she giggled, “i tend to do that. although it is always an accident.”

when you exited the club, you saw a bright red mustang parked just a couple feet away, damn. a woman was leaning on the driver's door while another one was closer to the door of your work place, both of them were wearing caps and face mask so you couldn’t see their faces (not that there was too much light on the street either). the one closer to you approached quickly, “manon, come on!”

even behind the mask and hat, you could recognise those eyes anywhere.

“sophia! meet my new friend, isn't she hot?. she has a skateboard too, look!”

after a few seconds, and manon going to some near bushes to throw up, she finally got out of her daze. “oh lord” she sighed, looking at where the swizz girl had gone, the driver now rubbing circles on her back.

you cleared your throat, gaining the attention of the black haired girl, “i’ve been waiting for you to magically appear where i work.”

she giggled, “i tend to do that. although it is always an accident.”

“accident or not, it’s always nice to talk to you.” then you added, “don’t think i didn’t notice when you took my wallet out of my jacket pocket last time.”

“damn it. i thought i had been subtle with it!”

there was a honk, and you both looked at the car where manon was sitting with her head resting against the window, probably asleep.

“i need to go. thanks for taking care of her, by the way.”

you saw her get into the passenger seat. and when the mustang took off, you placed your skateboard on the street and pushed off behind it. sophia watched you from the side view mirror.

“why were you talking to that girl for so long?” daniela asked while driving.

the filipina answered casually, “i was just thanking her for taking care of manon.”

the dancer seemed satisfied with her answer, and if she wasn’t, she didn't say anything else, which was nice. after all, sophia could now think about you without any distractions.

now that sophia knew where you worked, she planned to visit you, casually. normally she wouldn’t go out on nights when she knew she had early rehearsals, but she couldn’t wait any longer to see you. so she made a stupid excuse and left the house before anyone could question her.

when she arrived at the club and saw the crowd outside, she seriously considered going back and getting under her covers to get a full night of peaceful sleep. she shook her head, she was already here.

after getting inside and navigating around the sweaty bodies, she reached the bar. where she knew you would be.

manon, even though she had a massive headache, told her you were a new bartender at the place she often visited on friday nights. sophia figured your shift would be on the same night they had gone to pick up the oldest of the group.

she was proven right as soon as she took a seat at the counter and saw you nodding at something a woman sitting a few chairs aways said, with a smile that looked more like a grimace. sophia watched as the blonde woman leaned her head on her hand and said something that Sophia couldn’t hear, but she did notice your eyes go wide. even with the flashing lights around her, she noticed a red tint appear on your cheeks.

another bartender came up to the filipina, probably about to ask what she wanted to order, but sophia was already out of her seat and walking towards you.

the moment the singer was in your eyesight, all your attention was on her, and a real smile crept onto your face. something sophia took great pride in.

the woman at the bar seemed to notice this, and with a sigh, gave up her seat, which sophia took without hesitation.

you offered sophia a shot “on the house,” you said.

she knew she shouldn’t accept it; she did have an early practice the next day, but she did anyway. still, after she told you of her plans for the morning, you made sure to keep her sober. there was no way you were going to be responsible for a bad rehearsal.

you spent your shift mixing drinks and pouring shots to strangers while carrying on a conversation with someone you actually wanted to know. and at the end of your shift— it was two in the morning by the way— as always, you walked her home.

she noticed your missing helmet and the skateboard under your arm. you told her you’d sold the bike before moving to la to have extra cash, and the board was the same one you’d been riding the day you first met.

on your way to the katseye house, you even tried to teach her how to ride it. it ended with you on the ground smiling stupidly, and her on top of you, laughing loudly.

that night, you also got your stolen - or borrowed, as sophia had said - wallet back.

sophia woke up that day smiling even more than usual, despite the lack of sleep. her members obviously noticed, and they were curious about where their leader had gone the night before.

their curiosity grew even more when, after practice ended, sophia did not stay another hour like she always did, but instead would be the first to leave the building. at first, no one said anything. but eventually, lara asked casually, receiving an equally casual answer. they were disappointed, to say the least.

over the next two months, sophia would do one of three things.

leave as soon as practice ended.

suddenly get up from the couch, and go out of the house for at least 3 hours.

go out at 6 pm and get back at 3 in the morning.

all the girls made an effort to find out what, or rather who, was taking all the filipina’s time. megan followed her around. lara tried to check her texts. yoonchae even asked her if she was going on a date, and she only got a laugh and a what are you talking about?

everyone knows sophia tells yoonchae everything. so if she didn’t know, something was up.

their last resort was to find out where she went at night. that task was assigned to manon.

manon’s plan was simple: take sophia out to a club so she wouldn’t go to her usual spot, and then get her drunk enough to confess.

the only problem? getting sophia to agree.

“sure, i’ll go with you”

“come on, it’s just—wait, did you say yes?” sophia nodded “wow, i thought it would be harder.”

manon suggested her go to club, which she had last gone to when daniela and sophia had picked her up, and the black girl had thrown up on the bushes outside while a hot bartender was watching.

sophia acted as if she preferred to go anywhere but there, then agreed anyway.

as soon as they entered, manon made a beeline to the bar. “oh no,” she said, turning to look at the other girl “the bartender from last time is here!” she then noticed the filipina was already looking at you and she was… waving?

you walked up to them with a bright smile, “manon! haven’t seen you in a while. sophia, good to see you again.” you greeted them, wiping the counter.

sophia casually leaned her elbows on it. “hi y/n, your best cocktail, please?” sophia asked, while manon just observed, confused.

no way in just a five minute interaction two months ago you could be this close. manon didn’t even know your name, and her friend was here asking for your best cocktail? sophia didn’t even want to come here in the first place!

you started working on sophia’s drink, and manon stood there blinking slowly.

you carefully placed a blue martini in front of sophia, then pured a clear shot for manon, who look at it with a raised eyebrow, nonetheless she accepted the drink. “last time you asked for whatever i wanted. here it is.” the girl in braids was a little surprise by how well you remembered your only interaction.

she gagged, “ugh, what is this?”

you laughed at her reaction, “colombian alcohol. didn’t you try it in medellin?”

okay this was getting weird. manon could’ve been a little out of her when she went up to the bar last time, but she was hundred percent sure she did not tell you anything about her life, and if she somehow had, the last thing she would’ve told you was their trip to medellin to film a music video.

panicking, she turned to her leader, trying to subtly tell her that maybe they should leave because the hot bartender was actually a creepy bartender. but sophia did not even glance in her direction; she was too busy looking at the stalker in front of them!

“oh, i remember!” sophia suddenly exclaimed, “you said it was the best, but it tasted horrible. you didn’t even take one yourself!”

you laughed “i was driving you to the hotel! you don’t drink and drive, do you?.” manon was only thinking one thing: what the fuck is going on?

“drink it now,” sophia dared you.

then you started arguing about how you could not drink while working to which the other girl said no one would notice. after arguing back and forth— more flirting like back and forth —, you caved and took the shot of whatever disgusting thing you had given manon, without even flinching. sophia giggled at your smug expression.

how did this happen? the black girl didn’t know, but she was sure of one thing, and the group chat needed to be aware of it too: sophia has a gf!!!!!!

the other girls’ response was instant. lots of messages were sent in just seconds, but sophia did not pick up her phone to see what all the sudden notifications were about, she kept talking with you.

even though manon wanted to know everything from the start, with detail, she decided to leave you be and went to the dance floor. she was going to get her answers later. she’d make sure of it.

sophia joined her almost an hour later with a different drink in hand, a red one, saying something about it being more crowded than usual, and you being busy making drinks. how did she know what the usual was? manon would find out!

“so… the bartender?” manon wiggled her eyebrows teasingly

“what about her?”

“you tell me ms. ‘your best cocktail, please’.”

sophia rolled her eyes “we’ve been talking.”

“‘we’ve been talking’” manon mocked her, voice higher than usual. “since when do you talk to bartenders?”

sophia shrugged, “you kind of made me talk to her when you were throwing your insides out.”

the older girl grimaced at the memory, “okay, fair point. but, you are here talking to her as if you’ve known her all your life!”

“it’s part of her job,” sophia argued.

“no, her job is to serve drinks to customers,” manon started, “not to flirt with them. and it certainly isn’t to know their life story.”

“she’s just attentive,” she said casually.

manon, however, was not buying it “yeah, attentive. and she is also what? psychic? she knew we went to medellin!”

sophia sipped her drink “i mean, we are famous, it’s on the internet. or maybe you told her last time.”

“sophia” manon’s tone turned stern. she was clearly tired of the filipina dodging her questions. but sophia was not going down easily either. manon sighed, if sophia wasn’t going to spill, she would keep asking until the other girl got tired.

“okay” she said slowly, “where did you meet her?”

“here”

“just here?”

another sip “mostly”

“sophia!”

the girl groaned “fine! i’ve run into her a couple times before. i need another drink.” sophia walked up to the bar, manon following closely.

you noticed them immediately, just like when they first came into the club. “back so soon?” you asked, a smirk on your face.

“manon’s being annoying.”

with an offended look the accused girl said “i’m being curious.” they started bickering so fast you couldn’t understand a word.

you looked between them amused. sophia had told you everything about her relationship with all the girls. how they were like her sisters, and she had a strong their bond was. they definetly looked like sisters at the moment.

suddenly manon gasped so loud that even people around turned to look at you. “wallet girl!” she screamed, pointing straight at you.

the music seemed to get low at her comment. sophia’s face shifted from playful to shocked.

“you were the girl who stole sophia’s wallet when we were in dream academy! i remember you now, i was watching through the window. she had ten dollars, did you pay her back?”

now it was your turn to look offended “i did not steal her wallet that time! how many times do i have to say it!”

manon raised one eyebrow “so you stole it another time?” you looked away, scratching your neck “sophia! you are dating a criminal! and she stole your wallet, how fucked is that?”

“manon!” she hissed “lower your voice. she is not a criminal, and she never stole anything.”

“i stole your heart” you winked, sophia turned to you with an unamused look “sorry.” you added quickly

manon now had a shit eating grin on her face “the girls are going to love this.” she said fishing out her phone and walking away to update everyone.

“well, secrets out,” sophia said sighing.

you chuckled, “at least you don’t have to keep sneaking around?”

she smiled, “i guess.” she looked around, nervously fidgeting with her hands “if you want to, you could meet them. officially.”

“family introductions already?” you said teasingly, but then smiled warmly at the girl at the other side of the counter “i would love to.”

“great. prepare for endless teasing.”

“how bad can it get?”

“really bad,” she answered honestly. “i think i’ll leave now, gotta make sure manon doesn’t run her mouth too much.”

you laughed “i’ll text you when my shift ends.”

sophia then leaned over the counter and left a kiss on your cheek “i’ll be waiting.”

with that she walked over to her friend, who had her jaw on the floor, furiously typing on her phone. with a final wave, sophia left the club, manon asking a million questions at her side.

#girl group imagines #girl group x reader #katseye #katseye sophia #sophia laforteza #katseye sophia x reader #sophia laforteza x reader #katseye x reader #manon bannerman #daniela avanzini #lara raj #megan skiendiel #jeung yoonchae

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𝘶𝘩 𝘰𝘩 (𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦) (𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳)

"𝙤𝙝 𝙣𝙤, 𝙞'𝙢 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙤𝙝, 𝙞'𝙢 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. 𝙞 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙝𝙤𝙬'𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙?"

𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌: 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾. 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗐 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍. 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖾!𝖺𝗎. 𝗉𝗍. 𝟤 𝗍𝗈 '𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇' 𝖺𝗇: 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖫 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖺𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝖼. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒. 𝖢𝖶: 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖼: 𝟣𝟢𝗄

: ̗̀➛ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ʟᴀʙʏʀɪɴᴛʜ - ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ

You’ve never been the best at communication.

It’s one of those things you’ve always had a hard time with. When it came to communication, it also meant jumping the hurdle known as confrontation, and that concept you avoid at all costs.

The last time you had to confront someone, you were consumed by your emotions, an intense feeling of betrayal that you just couldn’t shake away. It led to you leaving behind the one person who knew you like the back of her hand. It was a moment that made you crawl away from the world for a while, wanting it to swallow you whole for the entirety of the winter break that followed. Fortunately for you, though, there was one thing– more specifically, one person, who kept you grounded that entire time.

It was none other than your endearing yet somewhat annoying roommate, Megan Skiendiel.

On the days you wanted to stay in bed forever, she made sure to make her presence known despite being a thousand miles away. You often groaned at the incessant way your phone rang during that break, wanting to ignore it, but deep down knew it would be impossible. It was Megan, for God’s sake. If you were to ask her what the definition of boundaries was, she’d most likely feign cluelessness and blame it on her dyslexia (which, for the record, had nothing to do with anything).

But you couldn’t ignore how the impromptu phone calls and spam messages were somewhat successful in stopping you from crashing out every day. They often painted a smile on your face despite how much it hurt to do so. Every time you thought about the Latina and what she did to you, Megan was always one phone call away. The Chinese girl wove herself so intricately into your life that it was an easy decision to make when she asked if you would like to move into an apartment together.

Once winter break ended, the new semester started, and your patience was wearing thin with the school year. As you walked back into your dorm room after a month of being away, it dawned on you that you had to endure yet another semester of your own personal hell, in other words: nursing school. Before you could have dwelled on it further, however, Megan, in all her glory, burst through the door.

Her luggage was long forgotten by the doorway as she ran up to you, jumping into your arms. You caught her easily, as if you had done it a million times before. Her loud giggles in your ear, the squeals of excitement, the way she looked at you as if it had been years since your last encounter– those were all considered when you said yes to her proposal later that semester.

That’s how you now find yourself getting deja vu as you set the last of the boxes from your car down onto the floor of your new room. You look around the empty space, feeling a wave of excitement wash over your body as you think about the possibility of a new start, a new year to begin anew. For the first time since that day with Daniela, you feel optimistic about what the new semester could hold.

You walk around for a moment, taking mental notes of where things should go on the walls. The room already had a bed, a desk, and a nightstand – all ready for you to claim. As you walk closer to the bed, you notice an orange, square post-it note stuck on the wall above it. A small smile spreads across your lips in knowing, only growing wider when you see the familiar handwriting on it.

Megan let you know before you arrived that she’d be out for a few hours, needing to get last-minute necessities for the apartment you two now share. You take the sticky note off the wall and bring it closer to your eyes to read. A soft chuckle escapes your lips at its contents, placing it down onto your nightstand that sits next to your bed with a shake of your head.

“Sorry I couldn’t greet you, I got the wrong size sheets for my bed ):

Excited to live with you again!

-Meiyokie.”

These Post-it notes are a new routine for your roommate dynamic.

You’ve started to find more of these notes in the apartment, and it has only been a week so far.

With your sophomore year fastly approaching, you’ve begun to feel more nervous, checking your school schedule repeatedly to make sure everything is still going according to plan. You feel Megan watching you from the other side of the couch, her legs stretched out onto your lap while your laptop sits atop them. You and your roommate opted for a cozy night in the apartment, the living room illuminated dimly by the twinkle lights you and Megan decided to hold onto after moving out of the dorms.

There isn’t much to the apartment, and most of the decorating was done by Megan, but it felt like home. The walls hold pictures of you, Megan, and the various other friends you and the girl met last year.

You narrow your eyes at the screen through your glasses, mumbling curses under your breath as you voice your thoughts out loud.

“You keep stressing yourself out.” You hear Megan say in a matter-of-fact tone. Her words cause you to groan, throwing your head back against the couch.

“Because I am stressed. I’m always stressed.” You say while pinching the bridge of your nose in irritation.

From the corner of your eyes, you see your roommate smile softly. She reaches over to tug at the sleeve of your hoodie. “Yeah, but you have three more days until classes start. Take a night to chill out with me,” She frowns and tugs at your sleeve even harder, demanding your attention. “You promised we’d finish that chapter of ‘It Takes Two.’” You sigh at her words, glancing at her with a small smile. There’s a pounding in your chest that feels familiar, but you try to ignore it, not wanting to put yourself in more distress than you already are.

For a moment, you stare at each other, holding each other’s gaze. Her hand still holds onto your sleeve, and as much as you want to make a comment on the intense staring contest you’re both apparently engaged in, you’re too preoccupied with the confusing urge to lace your fingers with hers. It’s confusing because you’ve never had to give it a second thought before, just doing it. After all, it was normal, and it was only Megan.

And Megan stares at you in a way that makes your throat go dry. Her newly dyed pink bangs slightly curtain her brown hues, and you have to force yourself to look away, suddenly becoming overwhelmed by how cute your roommate looks underneath the low lighting. You shut your computer, leaning forward to place it on the coffee table before getting up from the couch. “Fine, set it up while I go fill up my water bottle.”

She murmurs a ‘Fuck yeah,’ under her breath, causing you to roll your eyes, an amused smile on your lips as you grab your water bottle off the floor. You pad toward the kitchen and let a yawn escape your lips. The sound of Megan’s Switch turning on fills the silence in the room as you walk to the fridge, stopping in your tracks when you find a new orange Post-it note on the door.

“Can you buy milk tomorrow?

-Meiyokie”

You look over your shoulder at your roommate, quirking an eyebrow at the girl. She pays you no attention as she continues her task of starting up the game. You find it silly when the Post-it notes have requests that could have been a text message, but then again, you always humor Megan’s antics and unexplainable actions. You look away from the girl, placing your water bottle on the counter before opening one of the drawers next to you to find a pen.

For a moment, you ponder a reply, going over your schedule for tomorrow in your head.

You take one more glance at Megan to make sure she isn’t looking, smirking to yourself as you turn around to write your message back onto the note.

“No.

-Y/n”

The next morning, you decide your first stop will be the grocery store.

After the first day of classes, you walk through the front door, and Megan immediately springs from the couch, running toward you with open arms.

You stumble back a bit, catching her in your arms. You’re usually able to set your bag down first before she greets you at the door, but Megan’s puppy-like personality shines as she holds you tightly. You let out a tired laugh, ignoring how your cheeks burn at the way she seems so excited to see you despite always being in each other’s presence 24/7. Exhaustion from classes catches up to your body, but as you hold onto your roommate, you allow yourself to melt in the embrace, her perfume filling your senses when you bury your face into the crook of her neck.

“Classes went well?” Megan asks, and you hum in response, feeling slight disappointment when she pushes you away slightly to get a better look at you. She tilts her head, and you realize she’s still waiting for your reply. A heat creeps up your neck as you clear your throat, letting go of the girl so you can finally set your stuff down.

You walk to your room, and as expected, Megan follows right behind you. You walk inside and set your stuff down by your desk. “Yeah, it went better than I thought.” You reply, plopping down in your desk chair. Megan walks over to your bed and sits down, pulling her legs up to sit criss-cross.

Your eyes focus on the way she begins to play with the ends of her hair. “You think it’ll go better than last year?” She eyes you curiously as you lean your head back comfortably against the chair, a sigh of relief escaping your lips.

“I don’t have classes with you know who this semester, so I’d like to think so.” A mental image of Daniela crosses your mind briefly, and you grimace, suddenly gripping the hem of your sweater as the events of last year come to mind. “It’s already feeling like a 10/10.”

Megan giggles at your words and flops onto her back on your bed. She spreads her arms out and looks up at the ceiling, letting out a loud sigh. “That’s good to hear. I don’t know how much more weeping I can handle from you.” You glare at your roommate and scoff.

“I was not weeping,” You claim, rolling your eyes. Megan turns her head toward you and squints, a slight smile on her lips.

“Is that what you want to believe?” She shoots back, laughing loudly when you get from the desk chair to walk over to the girl. Megan suddenly curls up into a fetal position, squealing when you begin to swat at her shoulder. “Y/n! Stop!”

You jab a finger into her side, still glaring. She squeals in response and tries to cower further away from you. “Are you gonna take back what you said?”

Megan glances up at you and sticks her tongue out, quickly hiding her face again to avoid your attacks. “Why would I? It’s true.” Her words are muffled due to her face being pressed against your mattress. You stare at her for a moment before pushing her slightly, turning around to walk out of your room in defeat. As you leave, you hear Megan shout, “Gotcha, stupid!”

She squeals again when you run back inside the room, jumping on top of her with all your weight.

Two weeks go by in the blink of an eye, and you’re starting to become somewhat suspicious of how smoothly everything was going for you.

It was almost too good to be true.

You sit on the floor of the dance practice room, your back against the wall as you scroll through your phone mindlessly, waiting for Megan to be done with practicing her routine. Light chuckles leave your lips every so often at the sound of your roommate and Lara bickering about the choreography.

They have been at this for three hours now – you're only getting to witness the peak of it since arriving in the room 30 minutes ago. You decided to join them since there was nothing else to do after finishing class for the day, and if you were being honest, going home and not seeing Megan wasn’t an ideal alternative.

And the one thing you dislike about this semester so far is the fact that Megan never seems to be home.

Last year, she was always there to greet you. She would either be sitting on her bed, playing a video game, or at her desk, attempting to study for an exam she had coming up (in actuality, though, she was just waiting for you to come home, so she could have an excuse to stop).

This semester, however, Megan is much busier in comparison. You’re proud of the girl for earning a spot on the college’s dance team, but you were starting to miss the small moments you two would share in between your packed schedule.

You’re starting to notice how quiet the space can become without Megan’s presence. It was almost annoying how alone you felt without the girl barging into your room every five seconds. Loneliness never used to bother you– the quiet was something you always preferred.

But after living with Megan for a whole year, it seems you’ve grown accustomed to at least hearing a low hum in the distance. But the little notes she would leave you all over the apartment make it a bit more bearable.

A smile etches itself onto your face as you remember the one she left you this morning. It was a simple knock-knock joke, and if you were being honest, you still don’t quite understand the punchline. But you laughed anyway, a laugh that hurt your ribs and took your breath away. You don’t admit it, but it’s a laugh reserved for Megan and only her.

Once the music starts again, you look up from your phone, placing it down onto the floor before pulling your legs up to your chest. You rest your chin on top of your knees and hug them tightly, your eyes following Megan’s sharp movements.

The Chinese girl is a completely different person when she’s dancing, and it captures your attention in every way. Her alluring expressions through the wide mirror, the sway of her hips, the sheen of sweat on her skin that glistens beneath the bright, fluorescent lighting – it all takes your breath away.

You have to tear your eyes away from your roommate, the heat in your cheeks becoming too unbearable.

Your eyes begin to find the floor much more interesting to look at, keeping them trained there until the end of the song. When you look up again, Megan is smiling excitedly at Lara, jumping up and down while squealing about how well that run-through was.

You stare at her, hugging your knees tighter in hopes that it would be enough to calm the beating in your chest. In your head, you shuffle through the different dad jokes you know, planning to leave her one in hopes it would get her to smile even more.

It doesn’t surprise you that the library becomes a second home for you a month into the semester.

You trudge into the building with no motivation left for the day. You follow behind Yunjin and Chaewon, nursing friends you made last semester. They’re in the year above you and are nothing like their cohort, who always seem to be the center of the nursing program’s latest gossip. It’s the bare minimum, but you’ve come to find out that they’re genuinely nice individuals to be around.

As you all sit down at a table, you continue to tune out their bickering, not interested in their heated discussion about what xyz did last night with abc’s ex. You begin to unpack your belongings even though you can feel your eyes drooping slightly. There was no time to rest, however, because according to your schedule, you have a lot more on your plate than you realized.

You think it’s a miracle you managed to not only survive your first year in nursing school, but also pass the entire year with good marks. If there was one good thing that came out of your fallout with Daniela, it had to be the motivation it gave you to be better.

Not to be better than her, but to show yourself that you can continue in the same program without her by your side. But now, it’s your sophomore year, and from what Yunjin and Chaewon described to you, it’s the most important.

“It’s the year where they start weeding out all the stupid people–” Chaewon told you on the walk to the library. Your eyes widened at her words, but she ignored you, continuing the sentiment, “Everyone is competing for a spot in the upper division program– only like, 200 people from the cohort get in.”

The older girl’s words stick with you. It runs marathons in your head as you unknowingly begin to space out at the table, your eyes glued to your nursing textbook that sits in front of you. Yunjin notices your silence and looks over at you. She sighs at the distant look on your face, nudging Chaewon with furrowed brows. “You scared them.” Her words snap you out of your trance, looking up at the two girls with wide eyes.

Chaewon shrugs and crosses her arms, looking between you and Yunjin. “I was being honest! If you wanna do well, then you have to understand how hard it’s gonna be!” Your shoulders slump at her bluntness, a slight frown on your lips.

“Are you serious that only 200 people get into upper division? I mean that’s– half the fucking program.”

Yunjin opens her mouth to respond, but Chaewon quickly speaks, “Only 200, and I’ve heard that more people end up dropping out during our year because of how hard–” She’s cut off by Yunjin swatting her shoulder, her eyes narrowed in warning. Chaewon rubs her shoulder and begins to bicker with the other girl again, leaving you with your thoughts.

You bite your lip, the stress of classes feeling heavier on your shoulders. Your hands find the sleeves of your hoodie, and you grip them tightly, desperate for some sort of comfort. As the two continue arguing, you decide to get to work, not wanting to waste another second of your time.

You shake your head, letting go of your sleeves before reaching over to slide your laptop closer to you. When you open it, you’re met with a blue Post-it note stuck to the screen, and the sight of it makes you forget Chaewon’s words for a moment.

A slight smile fights its way onto your lips as you read the words scrawled onto it. You can tell Megan was in a rush to write it based on how it was written– letters closer together and some words a bit illegible to read, but nonetheless, you understand every bit of it as if it were a language only you and your roommate could speak.

“Kick some nursing school ass today! No practice tonight so we can hang out :)

Let me know when you’re leaving the library, I’ll order pizza or sumn…..

-Meiyokie”

Even as much of a pain in the ass nursing school is starting to become, you still manage to find the time to play games with Megan. But as you watch your character on the screen die after a long and enduring battle, you’re starting to wish you and her could have been doing anything else.

Megan screams loudly at the screen, tossing her controller onto the other side of the couch before throwing herself dramatically into your lap. You calmly place your controller down before slapping your roommate’s arm, looking down at her with narrowed eyes. “Megan! I told you to stop screaming every time we lose.”

“Well, I told you we should’ve dropped at the floodgates!” She whines while kicking her legs like a child. You look away from the girl and over your shoulder to glance at Lara, who looks at you both in amusement from the loveseat.

The Indian girl shrugs her shoulders and giggles softly at her best friend’s poor sportsmanship. “I don’t know, Y/n… I don’t know what the fuck that means, but yeah, you guys should have dropped at the floodgates or whatever she said…”

You scoff at her words while Megan gets up from your lap suddenly. Your head snaps toward her, and you can’t help the weird feeling you get when you take in the sight of her in your hoodie, so oversized that it swallows your roommate.

She sits on her knees and points at you, proclaiming that she’s “always right.” Megan continues to babble nonsense about the match, but you continue to stare at her with quiet admiration.

The glasses on her face slightly askew, her bangs in disarray due to all the moving she had been doing the last few minutes, the way she continues to list all the ways you both went wrong in the game but a wide smile still appears on her lips, the whiskers on her face deepening with every word she says.

No other thoughts come to mind when you look at Megan, and it’s been that way for a while. You can’t pinpoint when it started, and you aren’t quite sure what the name is for that feeling you get every time she looks back at you, but you do know that it is a major inconvenience.

Your roommate suddenly grabs you by the shoulders, shaking you frantically out of your thoughts. The look you give her resembles annoyance, ignoring the fluttering in your chest when she leans in closer to your face.

“Y/n! My brother in Christ, are you even listening to me?” She exclaims with a pout on her lips. You stare at her with wide eyes, suddenly feeling at a loss for words. Your brain short-circuits when your eyes flicker to her lips, and you can’t help but wonder what the fuck is going on inside your head.

Instead of responding like a normal human being, you reach up to her face, straightening out her glasses. “They were a bit crooked… Sorry…” You murmur the last part, pulling back your arm quickly whilst avoiding her eyes, not wanting to reveal the pink on your cheeks.

Megan’s giggle rings in your ear, and you feel the couch shift slightly. When you look back, your roommate is off the couch and is suddenly running down the hall, yelling, “I have to pee so bad! I’ll be back!”

You let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, feeling more relaxed now that Megan was no longer in your space. The feeling she left you with still lingers, but you continue to push it down, scolding it for being so stubborn.

Once the sound of the bathroom door closing is heard, Lara immediately turns to you with a sly smile on her face. Her brow is raised in a way that makes you mentally prepare yourself for whatever she’s about to tell you. “Just so you know, when I went in the bathroom earlier…” The Indian girl starts, leaning back against the loveseat with her arms crossed. “I took my time reading all those little Post-it notes on the mirror…”

There’s something accusatory about Lara’s tone that makes you feel more embarrassed than before. You try to keep your composure by clearing your throat, your hands gripping your knees tightly. “Oh yeah… It’s like, our thing now… I guess.” The way Lara smirks tells you that you’ve failed at being nonchalant– then again, why was there a need to be? You weren’t lying; it was something you and Megan did.

And it happens to be something that you enjoy more than anything else in the world, and that fact in itself makes you more desperate to play into the act you’re trying to portray.

“Your thing, huh?” Lara’s voice is full of teasing, and it makes you want to throw yourself off the balcony.

You look away and scoff. “Don’t start with me, Lara.”

But the other girl doesn’t let up, she continues her point even though you’re trying to tune her out, “So, did you have a good day, Y/n? Looks like Megan really hoped you did…”

You groan at her words, turning back to the girl with narrowed eyes and crossed arms. “Lara! Shut up!” She only laughs, her hands raised in defense at the glare you throw in her direction. You allow her to continue laughing, a deadpan expression on your face when it starts to feel more ridiculous by the second.

When the laughter finally subsides, she shifts comfortably into the loveseat, just staring at you with a knowing look. After another minute of silence, you start to feel frustrated by her look, groaning, “What, man?!”

“Don’t, “What,” me. You know exactly what I’m thinking.” She continues to stare at you with that look, as if allowing you to hear her thoughts. But you refuse to hear her out, leaning back against the couch with your head bowed down to your lap.

You stare at your hands that continue to grip your knees as you whisper, “I don’t know what you’re thinking.” Lara hums in response. The sound of the bathroom door opening again causes your heart to beat rapidly once more, and before Megan enters the room again, you hear Lara whisper to you.

“If you like her, just say something, pussy.”

You walk out of your room the next morning, still feeling quite distressed over your conversation with Lara from the night before. Your intentions for the day are to clear your head, maybe regain some sort of clarity over the situation. But you widen your eyes when you find the girl that has been plaguing your thoughts sprawled out on the couch, glasses on her face, with her mouth slightly agape.

Her quiet snores cause a slight smile to grace your lips. You look at the front door, then back at Megan, your heart beating louder as the seconds tick by. Your legs move on their own as you tiptoe closer to your roommate, not wanting to disturb her.

You slowly pick up the laptop that’s surprisingly still lying on her stomach despite her odd position on the couch. You close it, placing it on the coffee table before leaning down to take the glasses off her face.

You’re successful in not waking Megan, and in the corner of your eye, you spot a stack of blue Post-it notes sitting on the table. You set her glasses down on top of her laptop, grabbing the first pencil you see and taking the Post-it notes to write her a message before departing from the apartment without a trace.

“You’re really pretty. That’s all.

-Y/n.”

You stick the note onto her laptop. Your eyes fall on your roommate again, and you swear your heart could beat out of your chest any minute now.

You’re falling in love with Megan Skiendiel. That much is obvious.

Days are harder than others most of the time.

As another month passes, there hasn’t been a day when you aren’t consuming an energy drink or two to keep yourself awake enough to continue studying. The stress of competing for a spot in upper division is starting to become more present within your cohort, and that feeling you had at the beginning of your freshman year begins to resurface. The ‘every man for themself’ attitude comes back tenfold, and the pressure feels more suffocating every time you walk into the nursing building. Even Yunjin and Chaewon have commented on it, telling you how glad they were to be done with those days. The homework is never-ending, and the exams happen back-to-back with no chance for you to take a single breath.

And on top of that, you also have your feelings for Megan to deal with, and that’s a situation in its own league.

When you finally arrive back at your apartment after another long day, you open the door and step inside with a huff. The frustration you’ve felt since your first class (which was at 8:30 AM) is finally ready to be released as you slam the door shut behind you. You thank God Megan isn’t home to witness the inevitable crash out because, if you were being honest, you’re at your limit. You rip your bookbag off your back, intending to throw it across the room, but from the corner of your eye, you spot an orange blob staring at you.

Why is it staring?

Your head slowly turns toward the object, widening when you realize what you’ve come face-to-face with.

It meows at you, tiny and orange. It’s a kitten, in your apartment, on your couch, staring at you as if you were the intruder. You slowly place your bookbag down onto the floor before tiptoeing toward the small creature.

It meows again, even louder, more confidently. As soon as you kneel in front of the couch, the kitten walks up to you, its big green eyes staring at you in curiosity. You look around the room frantically, unsure of what to do in this situation. On the coffee table, a white Post-it note sits, and you quickly grab it, knowing Megan is behind the new friend.

“Thought it would be better to ask for forgiveness.

Anyway, his name is Fanta.

At the store rn getting him things. I’ll be back!

-Meiyokie”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, placing the post-it note back onto the table. A sigh escapes your lips as you look at the kitten again, his eyes still on you. He tilts his head and meows.

“Fanta is a stupid name.” You deadpan at him. He meows again and walks closer to you, bumping his head into your chest. His purrs can be heard, and you can’t help but soften at the sound, reaching your hand up to pet his tiny, orange head.

Fanta leans into the touch, his eyes closed as he continues purring even louder. You bite your lip to suppress your smile as you reach out to scoop the kitten into your arms. He rests against your chest cozily as you stand to your feet, a soft look in your eyes as you continue to stare at your new roommate.

“I hope you got enough cuddles with your mom before she left because when she comes back,” You lean your head closer to Fanta, cooing, “I’m gonna kill her.” Fanta meows, closing his eyes again to purr in your arms.

“Yeah…” You coo again, walking toward your room. You step over your bookbag, deciding that a little break to get to know your new friend wouldn’t hurt your next exam grade. “Wanna see my room? I have a window and it gets so so cozy in the morning, yes it does!”

Once another week of hell passes, Megan decides (against your will) that you need to take a break– a real break.

“It won’t kill you, Y/n,” your roommate said as she applied her makeup in front of your full-length mirror. “Just another party. It’ll be fun.”

But as you stand with her and Lara, the loud music booming from the speakers and the other college students drunkenly bumping into you as they try to make their way through the house, you can’t help but feel a bit aggravated.

Lara and Megan continue talking to each other, gossiping about another student from their major. You try to listen in on their conversation, but the music makes it nearly impossible, so you decide to take another sip from your cup, hoping the alcohol will help your sour mood.

Suddenly, you feel someone grab your arm. Your eyes widen, tearing your arm away from their grasp out of instinct. When you turn around, your eyes soften at the culprit, who happens to be Yunjin.

She smiles at you sheepishly and tries to yell over the music, “Sorry! I got excited when I saw you!” As if on cue, Chaewon appears at her side as well, her cheeks flushed, and the usual intensity in her eyes is more gentle, a twinkle in them that you’ve never seen outside of the nursing building.

When you notice this, you take the opportunity to point at her, an amused smile on your lips. “She’s drunk.”

However, it’s still Chaewon, and she’s quick to glare at you. “No, I’m not! I’m having fun.”

“Drunk.” You quip back, your smile growing wider when the shorter girl begins to pout. Amidst the teasing, a hand slides into yours, lacing your fingers together with practiced familiarity. You know it’s Megan, and you squeeze her hand, silently letting her know that you haven’t forgotten her presence.

A chuckle escapes your lips as you gesture to your roommate, pulling her close to your side. “Yunjin, Chaewon, this is my roommate, Megan.”

Megan waves at your friends, greeting them with a smile. You then introduce Lara and allow them to become acquainted. For a moment, you glance at Megan and eye the way she plays with a strand of her hair.

She seems to be staring off into space, and you can’t help but frown, picking up on her habit. “Are you okay?” You ask, and Megan’s eyes crinkle in confusion.

She laughs suddenly, her eyes avoiding yours as she responds, “Yeah. I’m fine, why?”

You furrow your brows at her reaction, reaching out to grab her hand that was preoccupied with her hair. A chuckle escapes your lips as you whisper, “Whenever you get nervous… You do that thing…” Your thought trails off as you look at Megan.

Her eyes are wide, and her cheeks are red due to the alcohol she’s been consuming. The last time you counted, Megan was on her third drink, and you were going to make sure the next one would be her last.

She continues to stare up at you, her brown eyes looking into yours. You watch as she pulls her bottom lip back by her teeth, and the action puts you in a slight trance with a shiver running up your spine. “Like… you mess with your hair…” You tell her in a low and breathless tone.

Megan tilts her head at you, and there’s something unreadable in her eyes that you can’t decipher. Your eyes flicker to her parted lips, and you wonder what would happen if you closed the gap between you.

The tension in the room is palpable, and maybe the alcohol in your system will make you brave for once. But before the thoughts could consume you further, Megan is suddenly pulled away by Lara, unintentionally breaking the moment between you and your roommate.

You watch as Lara inserts Megan into the conversation with Yunjin and Chaewon, and it allows you to release the breath you’ve been holding. You bring the cup up to your lips to take another sip from your drink, your eyes scanning the room to rid yourself of the thoughts you were having previously.

Suddenly, a familiar laugh causes your ears to perk up instinctively, your head snapping toward the owner of the sound. Your heart drops to your stomach when you see her.

It’s been months since you last saw her. The last time was in April, right before your freshman year ended, and it was in passing. You were walking to a meeting you had with one of your professors, and she was walking the other way, probably having finished class.

You both glanced at each other, a twinkle of familiarity between you. But quickly, you’re both averting your eyes, staring straight ahead as you walk past each other like strangers. It was as if the semester that had just passed never happened. The friendship you shared with the Latina throughout high school doesn’t seem to fit in this timeline; it doesn’t make sense for it to.

At a moment’s weakness, you found yourself stopping suddenly. Slowly, you turned around and hoped that maybe, she’d be looking back at you.

She already left the building, however. No trace of her to be seen, and you turned back around, your hands gripping the straps of your bookbag as you continued toward your destination.

And now, here she was, laughing loudly with Manon and Sophia. You notice how her hair is back to its natural color, and for some reason, the small detail softens you. It reminds you of the Daniela you knew in high school. The one who was always there, the girl who stuck by your side no matter how hard things became.

Daniela in high school would have never hurt you the way Daniela did last year. She would have ripped that girl apart and scolded her for being so stupid.

But the Daniela you knew in high school no longer exists. Instead, in her place is a person you can’t recognize, and you have no desire to know her.

You step outside of the party, needing a breather after seeing the Latina again. Something about it felt almost too real— it felt like everything you’ve ever tried to forget forced itself back into the forefront of your mind.

Memories of your old best friend claw their way up your spine, it whispers in your ear coldly, reminding you that there was, in fact, a time in your life when Daniela Avanzini used to sleep next to you in your childhood bedroom. You shake your head and tell yourself that it doesn’t matter, that none of it ever mattered that much to begin with.

It didn’t matter when she left for college and never spoke to you again.

It didn’t matter when she left you behind and never even sent you a ‘happy birthday’ text.

It didn’t matter when you saw her again that day in the quad.

It didn’t matter when she tried to enter your life again and you let her back in, despite your hesitation.

And it definitely didn’t matter when she proved you right, leaving you again with a broken heart and wondering what you could have done differently.

Your eyes dart around the backyard of the house in an attempt to find something to distract you from the way your throat begins to tighten. There’s a sick feeling in your stomach, and you want to blame it on the alcohol, you want to blame it on everything else but what’s truly bothering you.

But then your eyes catch a glimpse of someone sitting at a swing set. And then you realize.

It’s the same swing set from last year, and now Daniela sits in it, just like you did that night.

Seeing her there causes you to freeze; the sight of her there, where you sat a year ago, knocks the wind out of you, and all of the emotions you’ve tried so hard to avoid rush at you like a monsoon. When she looks up and spots you, you realize you can no longer run away.

There’s no other choice but to admit the obvious: it did matter, it always mattered to you.

Tears spring to your eyes as you stare at the Latina, and a bit of you panics when she begins to stand up, as if scared she’d walk away. Before you register what’s happening, you hold your hand up and step forward. “No! Wait!” You plead, and she stops in her tracks, her eyes wide at your words.

You take a deep breath as you take her in. You’re supposed to be angry; you’re supposed to be taking this opportunity to yell at her and scream for what she did. The fact that she led you into false security just to use it against you should sicken you.

But as you take closer steps toward your old friend, you begin to notice how she fidgets with the ring on her finger. The nervous habit reminds you that, no matter how much a person changes, bits and pieces of them will continue to live on.

Somewhere deep inside Daniela lives the girl who sat next to you in high school chemistry.

When you’re only a few feet away from her, words don’t come to mind. Everything you wanted to tell her feels so far away, and you almost convince yourself to turn around and forget this ever happened. But the grip you didn’t realize you had on the hem of your sweater reminds you that there is something you want to say.

You stare at Daniela with a bittersweet smile. It’s gentle and a bit forgiving, but it’s bitter nonetheless. “You were my best friend, Dani.” Your voice breaks when you say her name, as if it would be the last time you ever will. She lets out a shaky breath at your words and tilts her head, her eyes glossy with tears.

A sense of déjà vu begins to overwhelm you. Suddenly, you’re sitting on the steps of her back patio again. It’s the night of her graduation party, and you promised that things would never change.

“You were my best friend too, Y/n,” she whispers. For a moment, you both hold each other’s gaze, the creaking of the swing set quiet behind Daniela. To your surprise, she throws her arms around your neck and pulls you into a tight embrace.

You stand in shock as she rests her head against your shoulder, and your hands almost reach up to push her away, but instead, your arms wrap around her waist, pulling her close.

For a single night, you pretend this is normal. You pretend you kept your promise.

“I’m sorry I’m not brave like you,” she whispers into your shoulder. You don’t respond, only holding her tighter. Time stays still with Daniela; it allows you both to linger in each other’s presence.

After a while, you pull away from the Latina slowly and you take a step back, a small smile on your lips. “I should go,” You tell her, your voice wavering slightly. She nods and looks down at her feet, shaking her head as if she had been in a trance.

Daniela takes a deep breath before looking back up at you with a genuine smile. “Oh yeah, don’t wanna keep Megan waiting, right?”

“Wait, what?” You furrow your brows at the Latina, confused by the implication in her words. When she doesn’t respond, you continue to press, “Megan… What?” Daniela giggles at your expression, and it causes you to feel even more at a loss.

She crosses her arms over her chest and shakes her head, clicking her tongue before looking away from you. However, you can still see the sly smile on her face. “You guys are cute together.”

Your eyes widen, and your cheeks turn pink in embarrassment. You rub the back of your neck as you murmur, “We aren’t… Together…”

Daniela rolls her eyes and looks at you with a raised brow. “You can’t fool me, Y/n. I see the way you look at her…” Her amused smile falters slightly, but she regains composure, clearing her throat.

She forces a smile as she continues, “It’s the way you used to look at me.”

The last few days have been weirdly quiet in the apartment, and it has honestly been driving you crazy.

You’ve noticed a change in Megan. The notes around the apartment remain, but since the party, it has been the only form of communication you’ve had with the Chinese girl. Every morning since then, she has been the first one to leave the apartment.

There are more nights than usual when she stays on campus to practice her routines. You try to reason that the girl must have another competition coming up that requires her undivided attention.

But after another ‘good morning,’ Post-it goes ignored, you conclude that she must be avoiding you.

The thought of Megan being upset with you takes up space in your mind, so much so that you find yourself leaving in the middle of a lecture just to corner her at home. It’s a plan you devised after you found another Post-it note in your textbook, and even though it was an old one, it was still enough to drive you crazy.

You sit on the couch with Fanta in your lap, waiting patiently for Megan to arrive home from class. When Megan finally walks through the door, you can tell that your presence shocks her based on the way she freezes at the doorway.

Your heart drops when she doesn’t greet you like usual, simply walking toward the kitchen without saying a word to you. You continue to pet Fanta as you speak up, “What’s going on with you?”

Your roommate opens the fridge to grab the Brita that’s inside. She refills her water bottle as she responds, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’ve been avoiding me, Meiyokie.” You look down at Fanta, who purrs gently when you scratch a certain part of his neck. When you look up, you see Megan placing the Brita back inside the fridge.

“I’m not avoiding you, Y/n.” Her tone is sharp, as if she’s already tired of the conversation. You can’t help but feel annoyed, leaning down close to Fanta.

“Fanny, I think there’s a stick up your mommy’s ass…” You snicker at the kitten. He looks up at you, then continues to bathe himself, blissfully unaware of the tension that radiates between you and Megan. The Chinese girl glares at you and huffs, setting her water bottle down loudly onto the counter.

The sound causes Fanta to jump from your lap, suddenly scurrying into Megan’s room for safety. You shake your head and stare at Megan in disappointment. “Your son doesn’t like it when we fight.”

“We aren’t!-“ Megan exclaims, but quickly lowers her voice, running a frustrated hand through her hair. “We are not fighting. And I’m not avoiding you.”

You raise an eyebrow and cross your arms over your chest. “Megan, we haven’t had a real conversation in days.” Your roommate sighs and rubs her face with her hands.

There’s an exhausted look in her eyes, and from the way she stands so tensely, you assume that it’s because the dance team has been working extra hard the last few weeks. But, you wouldn’t know, this is the first conversation you’ve had with Megan in a while, after all.

She looks down at the counter and shrugs. “It doesn't even matter, okay?” You frown, noticing the way she avoids looking at you.

“It does matter because you’re upset, and I just wanna know why.” You reach over to the coffee table, grabbing the pad of sticky notes that sit there. You then stand up from the couch and walk over to your roommate, setting the pad down in front of her. She looks at it, then at you with a curious look in her eyes.

“What?” she asks softly. You gesture to the sticky notes, grabbing a random pen you see from the corner of your eyes, and place it in front of the brunette with a gentle smile.

“This seems to be the easiest way for you to communicate with me, so do it.” Megan scoffs, pushing the pad away from her.

She looks away from you again with a roll of her eyes. “Now you’re making fun of me,” she murmurs, and you shake your head again. You slowly slide the sticky-note pad closer to you and grab the pen, intent on starting the conversation. A million thoughts run through your head, and you aren’t the best with your words, but for Megan, you try.

“Not talking to you sucks and it honestly makes me sad when we don’t ):

-Y/n”

You slide it back to Megan, poking her arm with the pen. She glances at you, then at the note you wrote. She frowns and takes the pen from your hand to write down her response.

“Really?

-Meiyokie”

“Really.

-Y/n”

“Are you and Dani talking again?”

-Meiyokie”

You pause before writing down your response. Your eyes scan her words over and over again, quirking an eyebrow at your roommate. She doesn’t acknowledge you, though, simply sliding the Post-it note pad closer to you, urging you to respond.

“No… Why would you think that?

-Y/n”

“I saw you guys hugging outside at the party.

I thought you probs forgave her.

-Meiyokie”

“Is that what’s been bothering you?

-Y/n”

She stares at your question as you await her answer. Suddenly, she looks up at you and nods, frowning slightly. “I told you it was stupid.”

You shake your head and reach out to Megan, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. You squeeze gently as you reply, “That’s not stupid.”

“It is. Because, I don’t even know why it made me so upset…” She sighs, placing her head in her hands. “Like, it literally made me so mad.” You remove your hand from her shoulder to begin rubbing her back, frowning at the distress evident on her face.

You lean close to Megan and whisper, “You should have told me.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” She looks up at you and smiles weakly. She leans against your shoulder, and you instinctively wrap an arm around your roommate, pulling her close to your side. Megan wraps her arms around your torso and sighs again, closing her eyes. “I’m your best friend, right?”

Her words reveal the depth of her feelings toward seeing you and Daniela together. Your chest flutters at the thought of Megan being afraid to lose you, even if it was only your friendship.

You hold Megan even tighter, content with the fact that you two were okay again. “You’re my best friend, Meiyokie.”

Thanksgiving Break finally arrives, but being away from Megan and Fanta bothers you a lot more than you’d like to admit.

Megan sits with Fanta on her lap at your desk, and they watch you continue packing for your trip home. Your roommate sighs dramatically as you walk over to your closet for the nth time. “You know Fanta knows you’re leaving, right? Cats can like, sense that shit.”

“Don’t tell me that,” You groan as you rummage through your clothes for another outfit to pack. When you glance at them, your heart breaks slightly at the sight. Megan pouts as she holds Fanta in her arms like a baby, cradling him as he paws at her face.

You bite your lip to suppress the laugh that wants to escape your lips as you watch Fanta struggle in Megan’s arms. She continues to ignore him, cooing, “Look at him! He doesn’t want you to go…” Fanta suddenly meows in response, jumping out of Megan’s arms to run out of the room. You watch as he disappears, and you look back at Megan with a grin.

“He’s heartbroken for sure…” You turn your back on your roommate as you reach for the clothes you’ve been looking for, grabbing them so you can finally finish packing. Megan stands up from the desk chair and walks over to your luggage, still pouting at you as if you were leaving out of spite.

You fold your clothes and pack them into your bag, shaking your head when your roommate begins to jab a finger into your side. “Meiyokie, you’re making this a lot harder than it needs to be.”

“Good,” She quips, poking your side again with a huff. “You can stay longer.”

You roll your eyes as you place the last of your belongings inside your bag, close it, and then zip it up. Megan stares at you sadly, and that look alone almost makes you consider staying one more day. But you already told your mother you’d be home tonight, and she is very excited to hear about any new developments between you and Megan. Your cheeks burn at the thought, and you shake your head, grabbing your bag from your bed.

“Wanna walk with me to my car?” She sighs but still smiles at you, grabbing your bag from your hands.

You give her a questioning look as you reach for it back, but she pushes you away playfully, wagging her finger in front of your face. “Nope! I’m helping!” She charges ahead of you and holds your bag with both her hands, obviously struggling with it. But you allow her to walk out the door with it, watching her with amusement as she tries to get it down the stairs. By the time you reach your car, she’s dragging it along the road, but you couldn’t care less; you love watching Megan smile.

Finally, she throws your bag into the backseat, shutting the car door with a loud huff. Megan looks up at you with her hands on her hips, a bit out of breath. Her pink bangs are sticking out everywhere, and she has a silly grin plastered on her face.

As you stare at your roommate, you can’t help but feel overwhelmed by your feelings toward her. You think about finally telling her, finally pressing your lips against hers. But you know it’s not the right time, and you aren’t sure when that time is, but right now you know it wouldn’t go well.

You wrap your arms around Megan, hugging her close to your front. She immediately hugs you back and buries her head into your neck. Her lips ghost over your skin as she whispers, “Have a good break, Y/n.”

Your eyes close as you run a hand through her hair. “You too, Meiyokie.”

You’re not even that far away from the apartment when you realize you should get gas before making the trip back home.

It takes everything in you to make the decision, weighing your options in your head before finally pushing yourself to make the smart choice. You reach into your pocket for your wallet, groaning when you realize you must have packed it away into your luggage.

You look behind you at the backseat, and your eyes spot an orange Post-it note sitting on top of your bag. A chuckle leaves your lips as you reach out to grab it, shaking your head at your roommate. You wonder if this was why she was so insistent on taking your bag.

The smile on your lips falters as your eyes scan her words. You reread them over and over again, making sure you aren’t just seeing things.

“Oh by the way I’m in love with you.

And I think you love me too.

Also I stole your hoodie before you left.

I’ll see you after break :)

-Love, Meiyokie

You’re out of breath by the time you finally get home. You’re sweating profusely, and you look a bit like a mess when you bust through the door. Megan runs out of her room with wide eyes, and you notice how she has already changed into your hoodie. “Y/n? Did you forget something–?”

“You’re in love with me.” The words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them. She tilts her head at you, her eyes softening in realization that you must have read her note a lot earlier than she expected.

“Is that a question or a statement?” She asks, and for a moment, you stand there, your eyes wide and your mouth slightly agape. No response escapes your lips, and you watch as Megan shrugs nonchalantly, as if she didn’t just drop a bomb on you. She steps forward and bites her lip, nodding slowly. “Yeah, I am,” She confesses, a bit breathless.

Your brows furrow as your heart begins to do flips in your chest. When you realized you were in love with your roommate, the possibility of her loving you back never occurred to you.

You were more than content with having Megan by your side, just as your friend, despite how you felt toward her. Sure, it would have torn you apart, but you’ve seen something like this before, and the thought of losing Megan in the process killed you.

But Megan looks at you with stars in her eyes. She lights up every time you walk through the door, and you feel so stupid for not seeing it before.

While you’re stuck in your thoughts, you don’t notice how she bows her head, suddenly not looking at you anymore. When you look at her, your eyes widen, reaching out to place your hands on her shoulders. She looks up at you, her lips quivering, and her eyes glistening with tears.

You shake your head, quickly pulling her into a tight hug. “Fuck wait— Megan. I didn’t mean to make you cry,” Your voice becomes shakier as you continue. “I just— I didn’t think you’d feel the same way. That’s impossible...” She pulls away slightly to look up at you, sniffling. Suddenly, she slaps your arm with a pout on her lips. The action causes you to wince, and you look at her incredulously. “What the hell?! What was that for?!”

“For being so oblivious and dumb!” She says half teasingly but slightly more annoyed. Megan pulls you back into a hug, her arms looping around your neck and her face buried into your shoulder. She murmurs, “I waited so long for you to say something.” You chuckle, wrapping your arms securely around her waist.

You whisper, “Sorry. I'm just... Surprised.” You hold Megan closer and you relish in her warmth— the warmth of being loved by Megan Skiendiel.

“Is that a bad thing?” She suddenly asks. You unwrap your arms from her waist, settling your hands on her hips so you can look at her.

You shake your head, a soft smile on your lips. “No. I’m glad it’s you.”

She smiles at you, her whiskers on display as she looks into your eyes. The sincerity in them makes your knees go weak, and now that you’re in this moment with her, you have no idea what to do next. You’ve imagined it a few times before, but they don’t compare to what it actually feels like, how it actually feels to be loved back.

Before you can process what’s happening, Megan is on her tippy toes and kisses you as if her life depended on it.

You respond immediately, your hands pulling her closer. Your lips move against hers in a slow rhythm that makes your head spin. You messily thread your fingers into her hair as she places her hands on your cheeks, sliding them down to your shoulders. You’re both lost in the kiss– lost in each other, and you can’t imagine being anywhere else but here.

A loud meow interrupts the moment, and it causes you both to pull away slightly. You’re both giggling at each other with flushed cheeks as another meow is heard. You throw your head back dramatically, groaning, “Fanta! What the hell!” The kitten only meows again, and you can feel him rub against your leg. You look down at him, and he stares up at you expectantly, as if demanding your attention.

Megan giggles and hugs you tightly, resting her head against your chest. “I told you! He was gonna miss you…” You roll your eyes at her words, but your smile remains. Fanta begins to circle you and Megan and meows at you both, waiting for someone to give him what he wants.

You sigh, kneeling to scoop the kitten into your arms. He begins to purr in your arms, and Megan looks at you with a twinkle in her eyes. “I think you should stay one more day.”

Fanta meows again, and you smile, your heart feeling fuller than it ever has.

“I can’t think of anything else better to do.”

an: the long awaited pt. 2 to 'in another dimension' ! i hope u all enjoyed some fluff from me finally :) pls lmk what you think!!!

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◜ ͡ ◝ TRACK TEN 𓎢𓎟𓎡 D.A.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ I blame it on your love, every time I fuck it up

�� ✿֔ᮬ ( 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕 ) 𖹭 daniela avanzini x f!r ✴︎ angst ── college au, y/n as daniela’s gay awakening, doomed yuri, unspoken feelings, not proofread. read in light! / wc: 3OOO+ / ( masterlist )

daniela avanzini wasn’t one for commitment, everyone and their mothers knew this. she was the hit and run type girl, when she gets her fill, she moves on to the next.

some say it’s because she’s protecting her heart, whilst others just say it “as it is.”

”daniela? don’t get involved with her, she’s not good news.” “did you hear about that avanzini girl? she hooked up with someone at stella’s party.” “i feel so bad for her friends, imagine having to have to hear about your friend’s business like that 24/7.”

daniela never paid any mind to those people though. always keeping her chin high, her confidence never faltering no matter what rumors began circulating.

there daniela was, walking into the cafe to get something to eat before she had to run back to the campus for her next lecture, her gaze flickered to the menu, thinking silently about which one she should get before she heard a familiar voice call out to her.

“dani, c’mere,” manon called, waving from the booth she and a couple of their acquaintances were sitting at. daniela gave a small wave before taking a seat next to manon.

“you guys came here to eat too, huh?” she said with a small laugh to which the girls gave their own yeah’s to. “you should know it by now, this is like our personal hangout spot.” lara said.

avanzini nodded, sneaking a glance or two at the menu once more before realizing there was an unfamiliar face sitting at the booth with them.

the latina leaned in to whisper to manon, “who’s that?” she said, referring to the girl who was sharing a slice of cake with sophia.

manon perked, realizing daniela hadn’t met the girl yet. “y/n,” the swiss called. “yeah?” ‘y/n’ replied.

“dani, this is y/n, and y/n, this is dani. i forgot you two’ve never met.” lara let out a small ‘oh right’ as her and manon let out a shared laugh.

y/n met eyes with daniela, her gaze unreadable and if daniela was being honest, she felt a bit intimidated. that was until the girl gave her a small smile. “so you’re dani?” the latina nodded, tucking some of her blonde hair behind her ear. “uh, yeah,”

the girl nodded her head before saying, “you’re really pretty.” daniela had heard those words before, almost more times than she’s heard the word ‘the’ but for some reason this time it made her feel different.

different in a good way? a bad way? dani wasn’t sure, she just sure, all she knew the feeling came felt foreign.

“stop flirting and give me the fork.” sophia broke the ice, making the girls chuckle, all except daniela who just gave a short, halfhearted laugh. “sorry, sorry, here.” y/n said, handing over the utensil as sophia finished the slice of cake

“oh, guys, avantika’s hosting a party on on saturday,” lara mentioned, making the girls perk up. “shit, really?” megan said with a small groan. “i’ve got a project to do,” “just finish it before saturday.” manon pointed out before taking another sip of her drink.

”is yunjin gonna be there?” sophia asked to which lara nodded her head to. the girls’ chatter tuned out for daniela though as she watched y/n’s side profile, seeing the way the corner of her eyes crinkled slightly as she smiled or laughed, or the way her lips curved into a grin every time she made a snarky remark.

“dani..”

“earth to dani,”

“avanzini!”

the girl finally snapped back to reality as she gave her friends a confused still someone dazed look. “huh, what?” manon gave her a small playful side eye before asking. “are you going?”

“to where?” “avantika’s party? this saturday? hello dani were you not listening?” sophia said to which lara jumped onto her words. “what’s got your head in the clouds? is it someone, hmm?” she said with a shit eating grin. “who’s the lucky guy this time?”

avanzini scoffed, brushing off their words before megan perched on. “or girl, ya never know.” “okay guys c’mon, i’m not.. i’m not into girls, y’know that.” manon shrugged, putting her drink down. “never say never, avanzini.”

the girls had begun leaving, sophia and manon had gone off to go pick up yoonchae from the mall together before attending their next lecture as well as megan and lara, leaving only the latina and y/n together.

daniela was retouching her lip liner, she using the small hand mirror lara had given her when they went to sephora together when y/n spoke. “so,”

she met the girl’s gaze before letting out a small halfhearted chuckle at the girl’s attempt to seemingly break the ice. “.. so,”

“you going on saturday?”

“uh, not sure,”

y/n tilted her head slightly as she finished gathering her things. “mm, i think you should go.” daniela looked at her with an arched brow, somewhat confused yet at the same time.. intrigued(?) “yeah? why do you say that?”

she shrugged in response, a small smile curled on the corners of her lips. “i heard that daniela avanzini knew how to get parties going, and i’d love to see it real time.” daniela knew y/n was probably joking or that she only meant it in a friendly way, though for some reason she felt warm, unusually warm.

“uh, i’ll think about it.” she said to which y/n just nodded. “alright then. see you around, blondie.”

blondie

“yeah, see you around..” daniela’s words fell on dead ears as the girl was already walking out the cafe’s doors.

later that night, daniela found herself in bed, scrolling aimlessly when she received a notification from their groupchat.

unknown contact has been added to “AND IM GONNA SERVE EXACTLY WHAT YOU ARE.. CUNTT”.

daniela

lara the diva

Y/N BABYY HIII

d1 hater. (manon)

Y/N HIII

unknown contact

hi :)

yoonchips

HI UNNIE

unknown contact

hi chippie hruu

daniela watched the entire interaction go down, realizing that everyone in their group was already well acquainted with the girl— well everyone but her.

“lara the diva”

daniela

lara

lara the diva

yeah?

daniela

how’d you guys meet

lara the diva

y/n?

daniela

yeah

lara the diva

oh we were grouped together for a project and then we started hanging out

and apparently manon and her were already close

daniela

ohh

what are they like together or

lara the diva

i have no clue but they’re giving off real couple vibes iykwim

daniela

oh cute

lara the diva

yeahh

SAY HI TO HER ALL YOU SENT WAS A QUESTION MARK

daniela

alright damn😒

daniela though instead of doing as lara said, instead went into y/n’s direct messages, deciding that maybe it’d be easier to talk to her there than their group chat where her texts could get ignored and or flooded.

daniela

hey

y/n right?

unknown contact

hihii yes it is :)

who’s this?

sorry i don’t have your number saved

daniela

it’s alright, it’s dani

y/n

ah alright

did u need anything?

daniela

not rlly, just wanted to say hi

cldve said it in the groupchat but i’m p sure the chats already flooding with a bunch of stuff😭

y/n

LMAO

thats fair

they are lowkey flooding the chat

daniela

yeah theyre like thatt

what just started as having to have to say hi to the girl due to lara telling her to, daniela found herself genuinely enjoying talking to y/n. the two had come to realize that they had a few more shared interests than they’d initially thought.

daniela

you fw carti??

y/n

yeah??

why do u sound so suprised

daniela

i don’t know😭 just didn’t take u for the type to listen to him

y/n

yeah lol i get that a lot

wait

daniela

y/n

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7h6517EvzJkGHug?si=luvavanziniJgYff=hNIpOgTkjhghU_D

daniela

lmao whats that for?

y/n

collab playlist

wanna see how compatible our music tastes are

daniela paused for a moment, pondering if she should continue to entertain the girl or to go to bed. in the end, she chose the former, not seeing anything wrong in sharing a little playlist with her newfound friend.

track one.

sorrows - brent faiyaz (added by touch)

daniela

touch? who names their spotify profile ‘touch’?😭

y/n

lol

add something dummy

daniela

alright, damn

so impatient

track two.

NO.9 - playboi carti (added by dani)

daniela

better?

y/n

it’s alright

daniela

dude whatt

y/n

calm down blondie

im just joking

good song

daniela

tell me something i don’t know

the night wore on and daniela’s body began slipping, her eyes grew heavy as she struggled to continue typing on her phone. she hadn’t even realized how late it was getting, they’d started talking at nine and it was already nearing two.

she set her phone aside, leaving it on her bedside table to charge as she laid her head down on her pillow.

avanzini spent a couple minutes just staring at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling with each breath she took as she replayed their conversation.

it didn’t feel awkward or tense like how it did earlier at the cafe, and it didn’t feel forced either. usually daniela would find herself trying to conform to how the other talks, to fit their image of what friendly was just so she didn’t look like a bitch.

but with y/n, she didn’t have to do any of that— no, she was allowed to be as dry, sarcastic, and snarky as she wanted, and y/n would just give back the same energy.

“.. you’re not that bad,” she muttered into the quiet space that was her room before finally drifting off to sleep.

daniela and y/n would only ever see each other around campus every now and then since she wasn’t granted the luxury of sharing a class, it was just small interactions— a glance, quick greetings, a smile, and sometimes they’d stop by just to share some small talk.

it wasn’t anything extravagant, but it was something. familiar, domestic almost.

the latina found herself in the campus library, a place she’d grown to love as it gave her the space to just rewind and enjoy one of the hundreds of books she’d had on her read list.

she was placed in one of the desks tucked away in the corner, hidden by bookshelves as she lost herself in the writing.

It was peaceful, keyword: was. she heard murmuring not too far from where she was, it was expected of course, people would talk no matter where they were— but then she heard a voice that sounded familiar.

“you’re talking to avanzini?” said a student in a tone that sounded almost like disbelief. “yeah..? is that a problem?” that voice, undeniably y/n’s followed.

daniela wasn’t one to pry, not even when gossip involved her— but for some reason, she found herself putting down her book and leaning in a bit, her curiosity piqued and a small sense of what seemed to be nervousness filled her chest.

another voice came to speak, trying to keep it hushed but failing, miserably. “just be careful with her, she’s not.. she’s bad news,” y/n replied with a small faint hum, as if taking in their words. “what makes you say that?”

“well, i mean,” one of the two girls seemed to fumble over their words. usually, when people would tell them to stay out of daniela’s way, they’d do so without even having asking why. but y/n, y/n was persistent, curious.

“just— just stay away from her, for your sake. you don’t wanna end up being one of her toys.”

daniela fought the small scoff that threatened to leave her lips as she combed her fingers through her hair. she was waiting for the girl to give in, to agree and say something bad about her since, well, that’s how it usually went.

but instead, she heard: “that’s kind of stupid, don’t you think? we’re in college, not high school. why should you, or anyone care about what she does?”

then there was silence, just a beat too long before y/n sighed. “.. i’ll see you two around,” she said before seemingly leaving.

the two shared a couple whispers and scoffs, talking about how they ‘tried warning her’ before also taking their leave.

the latina stood there for what felt like eternity, processing what she heard as she leaned against the book shelves. then, she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket.

new track added to ‘emmène-moi’ ・ 3m ago

track three.

Angel - Kali Uchi (added by touch)

daniela kept her notifications on spotify on just in case any artist that she liked dropped new music, she never knew someone could get notifications from playlist updates.

“angel, huh?” she muttered quietly to herself, a small unknowing smile curling at her lips.

daniela

angel?

y/n

it’s a banger

daniela

all of kali’s songs are bangers

y/n

touché

new track added to ‘emmène-moi’ ・ just now

track four.

Heart Of A Woman - Summer Walker (added by dani)

y/n

dudeee i love summer walker

daniela

you’re talking like a jock lmao

it suits you

y/n

alright brochacho whatever you say✌️

daniela

LMAOO

day after day, the two would take turns adding one song into the playlist, and with each day that passed— saturday came closer, and so did they.

“AND IM GONNA SERVE EXACTLY WHAT YOU ARE.. CUNTT”

lara the diva

saturdays tomorrow

we’re all going right

RIGHT?

d1 hater. (manon)

HELL YEAHHH

she was a girl in the village (sophia)

i’m literally planning my outfit rn

y/n

you could pull up in a trash bag and you’d still look good

she was a girl in the village (sophia)

don’t start something you can’t finish, l/n

d1 hater. (manon)

BACK OFF?

yoonchips

have fun guys💔💔✌️

megamind megan

yoonchae do ure math homework🫵😹

yoonchips

ur*

megamind megan

ok bro.

lara the diva

@.daniela ARE YOU GOING

PLEASE DANI PLEASEEEE

daniela

idk

she was a girl in the village (sophia)

BUT DANI💔

d1 hater. (manon)

it’s gonna be boring without youuuu

y/n

yeah blondie, you should go

daniela

😐

megamind megan

LETS FUCKING GOOOO

she was a girl in the village (sophia)

LANGUAGE?? YOONCHAES HERE.

megamind megan

whoopsie my bsd coach

daniela let out a small sigh, putting her phone down and turning to look at her closet, the door slightly perched open as she thought about what to wear. something safe? risky? comfortable? tomboyish? feminine?

she got up, looking through her clothes, some new and some she’s worn more times than she could count. in the end, she settled on a cropped tank that had the word ‘raw’ printed on it and one of her many low rise jeans.

it was simple, but she made it work. what she was wearing never needed to be flashy when being daniela avanzini was what attracted the crowd.

she opened her phone, not to send a text to anyone, but to check her and y/n’s spotify playlist. it’d become a habit at this point, she’d wait for the girl to add a song before adding her own.

it was like they’re own little thing, a silent way of communicating what the other was feeling without directly saying it.

or maybe it was just two friends sharing one playlist.

daniela shook her head and scrolled through the tracks, her eyes scanning the screen as she checked the date and times they were added.

new track added to ‘emmène-moi’ ・ just now

track nine.

5 MO’ MINUTES - Noah Guy (added by touch)

avanzini grinned to herself, she wasn’t sure why but just looking at all the songs the two had collected and put together made her feel good.

y/n’s taste that was both unique and familiar felt like a breath of fresh air, a sigh of relief that she didn’t even know she was holding.

if daniela was being honest, she was starting to take a liking to the girl. not the kind of like that came with her other girl friends, not the kind that had her wanting to pounce— it was the kind that made her breath hitch, the kind that had her eyes softening with each feature she took in, the kind that made her heart beat just a tad bit faster.

it was weird, she’d never felt this way about anyone— cancelling out the crushes she used to have in middle school. she always told herself she wasn’t into girls, and maybe it was true to some extent, she couldn’t deny the pull she felt from y/n.

“.. what are you doing, dani.” she said to herself with a dry chuckle as she flopped back down onto her bed.

what was she doing? breaking? falling? unraveling? —most likely all three.

she forced those thoughts aside. she wasn’t about to stay in place, in her damn room, in an outfit she has planned for tomorrow, while thinking about a girl who was probably already with manon.

she was daniela avanzini for crying out loud— she was supposed to be fire, confident, and sharp.

this was just a quick moment of weakness, nothing more, nothing less.

every girl has had possible homoerotic thoughts about their gal pals, right? right??

come saturday night. Megan had insisted on picking everyone up which sophia was quite adamant about. muttering quiet prayers that they wouldn’t end up crashed into some random tree or a ditch.

“this was such a bad idea.” sophia said, her words were followed by a quick grunt as she felt someone’s elbow hit her side— perhaps intentionally, perhaps not, we’ll never know.

“tell me about it, I feel like a piece of tuna in a can.” Lara grumbled to which Megan responded by taking one hand off of the wheel and holding it up. “I’m literally saving all of you $12 and a possibly creepy driver.”

sophia rolled her eyes at that to which y/n gave a sarcastic response. “Oh, thank you megan, what would we ever do without you and your excellent driving.”

the hawaiian girl’s snapped towards the back to look at y/n for a moment, her expression feigning hurt. “is that sarcasm? and here I thought we were getting somewhere.”

“EYES ON THE ROAD.” Sophia screeched, making manon laugh. thank gods she was seated in the front.

Daniela had been awfully quiet, perhaps because she was zoning out, or maybe she was thinking about who she’ll talk to first when they, or maybe it was because she couldn’t help but feel every brush of y/n’s arm against her.

“dani,” manon called. “you good? you’re being very weirdly quiet.” daniela snapped out of whatever trance she seemed to be in to scoff. “I’m trying to keep myself from throwing up— if we take another U-turn i’m actually gonna vomit.”

“mama you own a sports car.” manon pointed out. “yeah, and i actually drive it well.”

megan was grumbling, her hold onto the steering wheel was growing tighter, looking more like arthur than anything actually threatening. “you could’ve taken your little sports car to the party, y’know.” she said with a huff.

that was true, they had asked the girl if she was sure she didn’t wanna just take her own vehicle to the party but she insisted that it’d be better if they all arrived together, which was definitely a first.

“just keep driving, meiyokie.”

After another 10-ish minutes of megan experiencing road rage, manon and lara shoving it in sophia’s face that she couldn’t drink the soda at the party because she had a play up and coming— they finally arrived to avantika’s house.

”everyone OUT.”

“girl the doors are still locked.”

“whoops.”

it seemed like the people inside already started without them as the second they entered their gazes landed on a guy doing a keg stand.

megan wasted no time as she ran to the guy, joining the small crowd that formed whilst yelling the word “CHUG” like a mantra.

sophia went after her, wanting to make sure megan didn't go trying to do one herself. Lara found avantika in no time, she bid the other girls bye for now as the two chatted about whatever matters were currently going on.

that left manon, daniela, and y/n.

daniela tried excusing herself but manon was quick to link their arms, talking about how she wanted to abandon her or something.

No, daniela avanzini just didn’t wanna be the resident third wheel for tonight.

drinks were consumed, lights were flickering like it was a fucking club, and sophia was singing bring me to life— something daniela never thought she’d live long enough to see, or hear.

y/n and manon were chatting idly, drinks in hand whilst the swiss woman never let up her hold on daniela’s arm.

“YO WE’RE PLAYING SPIN THE BOTTLE” some random guy that didn’t even look like he went to their campus yelled.

Manon gave daniela a knowing look then at y/n before dragging the both of them to the forming circle.

Lara was already there and seated next to avantika, sophia was at the opposite of some guy named alex, and megan was with adela.

sophia had went first after a gentle nudge— it was peer pressure and it landed on alex. she gave him a quick smile before taking a shot. ouch.

turn after turn and daniela was starting to feel somewhat at ease. Then, it was y/n’s turn.

the bottle spun for what felt like eternity, and for some reason avanzini’s heart was racing fast. like the flash forgetting to defrost the chicken and he heard his mom pulling up fast.

then, it slowed.

landing not on her, but to the girl next to her.

manon.

y/n smiled, small yet amused. “alright, c’mere gorgeous.” manon said with a come hither motion. the two shared a kiss, intimate, slow, and sweet.

and for some reason the sight of it made daniela feel queasy.

guess lara wasn’t lying about them being close.

the game continued for almost an hour or so before daniela excused herself.

gods, this wasn’t it. why was she so affected by that? so what if manon and y/n were together— if anything she should be happy for them.

her best friend had found someone that was on her level, someone who could match her— possibly even be labeled as her soulmate.

but she wasn’t.

gods knew she wasn’t.

it didn’t take long before daniela ended up calling it a night.

odd, she went home before sophia.

y/n tried asking her if she was okay before she reached the door to which dani only replied with a quiet, “yeah. just tired, that's all.” before she went out and got in the cab she’d called.

her hand found her phone, airpods already in as she clicked on spotify and hit shuffle. “track 10” by charlie xcx.

wow. thank you spotify, how fitting.

she nibbled on her lower lip, her fingers hesitating for a few moments before she clicked on their shared playlist.

new track added to ‘emmène-moi’ ・ just now

track ten.

track ten - charlie xcx (added by dani)

settings, ‘leave collaboration?’, confirm.

she’ll blame it on y/n— blame the love that perhaps never even existed, but it was easier than facing the reality that she did in fact feel something for her.

easier than facing the fact that those feelings would mean nothing now. she wasn’t hers, she was never going to be hers.

�� ✿֔ᮬ ( 𝑛𝑖𝑘𝑖 𝘵𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑠 ) 𖹭 was supposed to post this during pride month but i got writers block WHOOPSSS

#katseye #katseye x reader #katseye imagines #daniela x reader #daniela avanzini x reader #katseye x female reader #daniela x female reader #wlw #fanfic #imagine #angst #daniela avanzini #megan skiendiel #lara raj #manon bannerman #jeong yoonchae #sophia laforteza #d.a.

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camdunez · 13 days ago

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Baby, Don’t Leave Me | d. avanzini smau

"HOW CAN YOU BE IN LOVE SO STONG, AND THROW IT ALL AWAY?"

paring: daniela avanzini x gn!reader synopsis: daniela ghosted you years ago, focusing her time on becoming the star she always wanted to be. you didn't take the situation well, writing about it in your group's music. she didn't hear from you since then, so imagine her surprise when she sees you on a stream with her favorite artist.

status: coming soon!

featuring: katseye, ningning + winter from aespa, keeho from p1h, amp + other celebs. genre: smau + written, fluff, angst, suggestive tags/warnings: singer!yn, idol!dani, exes to lovers, yn's a streamer too, dani's a little mean (a lowkey hater if you will), kys/kms jokes, cursing, substance use, yn's black (idk if i needed to pput it as a warning but wtv)

a/n: first ever smau let's go! honestly, these types of fics look fun to do! maybe i'll do more smaus for the girls in the future! i will also be adding more songs to the playlist as the story goes! a/n #2: this is an original work, and is solely meant for entertainment purposes. the characters actions in this fic do not represent their real life counterparts. yn does not have a set face claim, just random masc peepz on pintrest so creds to the owners. for the lore, yn and their group is from detroit. but the story takes place in LA.

a/n #3: i was gonna make this a sophia smau but dani fits this plot more if that makes sense.

yn's group info

profiles: yn and the crew! | them cat girls! | extras!

000. wasteland + the stream 001. that album ain't all that fr 002. top hater 003. can't have shit in detroit 004. 005.

taglist: @weepingmanon @4kozy @gay-panic-at-all-times @hiraizyo @vaughngoh @artistwitchgirl @elpolloesrico1111111 @multistann32 comment to be added!

#katseye x reader #katseye #daniela avanzini x reader #katseye daniela x reader #katseye daniela #daniela avanzini #daniela x reader #katseye reactions #katseye imagines #katseye smau #katseye scenarios #baby don't leave me smau #katseye manon #katseye sophia #katseye lara #megan skiendiel #jeong yoonchae #sophia laforteza

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ssivinee · 7 days ago

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「 Clash of Pride 」

r. lara x butch ! f reader ✎𓂃 the attention is normal for both of you. known as serial womanizers, you two playgirls seem to take an interest in each other. the problem is, both of you deem yourselves as tops, but that's definitely not going to last long.

word count ! 12.4 k

tags ! top! reader, switch! lara, strap (L! receiving), ehem butch reader, ehem major femme lara, gay all around, tiny bit of degradation and overstimulation

There was a feeling of a cool breeze brushing against your skin, the sound of sputtering coming from the exhaust pipe of your motorcycle as you drove along the coast. You could feel the sunset hitting your face, casting a beautiful orange hue across the lane you were riding on.

The hum of the engine rumbled beneath you, your grip tightening on the handlebars as you took an exit off the highway.

As much as you wanted to ride longer, you had a feeling Sophia would yap your ear off if you didn’t make it to the dorm on time. Not wanting to worry her, you pulled up into the driveway and parked in the garage.

You turned off the ignition, locked the bike, hopped off, and waltzed through the white-painted door.

“What’s up, fuckers?” you yelled, spotting Yoonchae on the couch watching Squid Game part 3, giving you the nastiest side-eye of all time.

You let out a scoff, moving behind her just to whisper in her ear, “You know you love me, Yoonchip.”

You cackled as she swatted the air near her ear, looking at you in disgust. Just then, Manon walked in from the kitchen holding a bowl of noodles.

“Stop bullying my child, Y/n,” she said, plopping down on the soft couch and blowing on the steaming noodles twirled around her fork.

“Uhm, not your child—my child,” Sophia chimed in, coming down the stairs in a cute jean skirt and a cropped top that was very much see-through, a black strip across her chest keeping it PG.

“In better terms, our child,” you concluded, pointing between yourself and the other two oldest.

Yoonchae had asked the three of you for directions on her first day, and ever since, the four of you had become a package deal. Sophia would always make sure to find Yoonchae in the morning, then meet up with you and Manon at whatever random spot you’d all agreed on before classes.

“Gay ass,” Manon muttered, slurping up her noodles. Sophia leaned on the back of the couch, giggling as she looked between the two of you.

“Me?” you asked, mock offended, spreading your fingers across your chest and pointing at Manon.

“Says you,” Sophia laughed, almost spitting out her water, and Manon slapped her arm lightly.

“Why are you all dressed up?” you asked, hopping over the couch to sit beside the youngest. Sophia tapped on the badge pinned to her purse for the day, and you immediately recognized the colors.

“Ooooh, something you need to do with Kappa Wolf Theater?”

Manon cackled. Yoonchae held in her laugh as she kept her eyes on the screen, while Sophia gave you a death glare.

“Kappa Alpha Theta.”

“Yeah, that one,” you said casually, making her roll her eyes. She’d been your friend since high school, and you even stuck through her entire sorority rush process. But of course, you wouldn’t remember which one she actually joined… four years ago.

“Is it a party?” Manon asked, and Sophia shook her head, walking around the couch to sit down.

“We have a meeting. It’s about the fundraiser in like four days, then the party next week on Saturday.”

You sat up a bit, your mind catching on something. “Wait… then why’d you ask me here to be here early?”

Sophia gave you a guilty grin, your brows furrowing deeper. “I thought we were supposed to be hanging out?!”

“We can hang out after… if you give me a ride,” she said, pouting and giving you those annoying puppy eyes.

“You’re so sick,” you groaned, leaning back and pointing at Manon, who was still happily eating like this wasn’t her business.

“You have a car! Why don’t you take her?”

Manon gave you a side-eye, placing her now-empty bowl on the table. “For your information, I just got home from a seminar for my English class, so I’m pooped and will be waiting for you both to return.” She threw on a posh accent, whipping her hair back dramatically as she walked to the kitchen.

You couldn’t even say anything to Yoonchae—she didn’t drive or even have a license yet. Though Manon did mention she’d started teaching her last week.

“Oh, c’mon, it won’t be so bad. You’ll probably fuck someone from my org… again,” Sophia teased with an overly ‘sweet’ smile.

You gave her an unimpressed look, biting back whatever insult was at the tip of your tongue. Yoonchae shook her head, unfazed. Nothing new with your antics.

The three of you had basically adopted her—sharing rent, helping her settle in, and pitching in a bit more once she moved into the house.

Still, your first interaction with her was a bit rough. You had tried flirting with her. She responded by stomping on your foot—with heavy boots—then told you she was a minor and walked away.

That day, you swore you could’ve done a backflip off a skyscraper. You usually had a rule about asking what year someone was, but you’d assumed she was older because she was close with Sophia.

You caught the subtle look the youngest gave you and blurted out, “I SAID I WAS SORRY, OKAY!”

“You saying sorry doesn’t delete it from happening.”

“Fair point,” you muttered, raising your hands in surrender and scooting away. Yoonchae just shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips.

From that day on, she knew you were genuinely sorry. You made an active effort to make sure she wasn’t uncomfortable around you or your trio. You introduced her as your little sister to anyone new, cooked for her, gave her rides, and basically did whatever she needed.

At this point, Yoonchae saw you all as her older sisters, too.

“Chop chop, Miss L/n,” Sophia said, already heading toward the door. You rolled your eyes and followed.

She heard your keys jingle as you swung a leg over your bike, kicked up the stand, and turned the ignition.

“How long is this gonna take?” was the complaint that nearly left your mouth, but you held back.

“Like forty-five minutes. Now hush up and drive to campus, please.”

She had brought the helmet you gave her for Christmas last year—something you were actually proud of, despite usually sucking at gifts. You’d gotten personalized helmets for each of the girls, and they even had their own little shelf by the door, above everyone’s shoes.

The campus was about thirty minutes away by commute, but since two of the four of you had rides, the others would pitch in for gas here and there. It worked out, especially since you loved riding your motorcycle anyway.

Luckily, it was already 7 PM. If it had even been noon, Sophia definitely would’ve dragged you into a coffee shop, and you’d end up with the condensation of iced coffee clinging to the back of your shirt.

You pulled up to a tan, Greek-style building with the same symbol from Sophia’s pin displayed out front. She gave your shoulder a pat before hopping off and leaving her helmet with you.

So, there you were, slouched on your bike, unsure of what to do while waiting. You were even considering a walk around campus or grabbing a snack, but as you got up and started hooking the helmets onto your arm, something caught your attention.

A girl wearing an extremely short light blue skirt and a white, one-shoulder cropped tank top walked past you into the Alpha Theta building. She made it very clear she was checking you out—her eyes dragging slowly up and down your figure as she left you behind.

You were well aware of how sorority girls got down; this wasn’t the first time it had happened. It also wasn’t the first time you saw that brunette—you were almost certain she was a third-year on the volleyball team… and a team you were very publicly a fan of.

Looking around to make sure no one was paying attention, you slipped through the front door. To your luck, not many people were in the lobby—just mystery girl and her cute friend, who had blonde highlights.

They both locked eyes with you after hearing the door shut, giggling immediately.

There was a mischievous glint in their eyes, and you were more than willing to play along.

Miss Brunette beckoned you with one finger, while her friend didn’t break eye contact. Every time you glanced her way, her stance shifted just a little. You pointed at yourself—the clueless act always worked; girls seemed to find it cute.

They both nodded, giggling beside each other as they led the way down a hallway. You followed. When they entered a room, you picked up the pace and shut the door behind you…

And, well, you can probably guess what happened in there.

A quick twenty minutes later, you stepped out, leaving both girls practically collapsed in the room, hoping to get out before Sophia caught you in the dirty act. But when it came to your friends, you had the worst luck.

Because as you made your way out of the lobby, a soft, unimpressed “Really?” came from the top of the stairs.

You turned around slowly—like a kid caught stealing from their mom’s purse—and saw Sophia standing there, brow raised. Her group was beginning to file out behind her, a few of them waving at you with seductive finger curls as they walked past.

“I didn’t do anything, I swear.”

Sophia knew you too well for her to believe that. She knew “I swear” meant I just finished fucking someone. She never got mad, though. In her opinion, it wasn’t lying if she already knew—just pathetic for you.

Which, really, is why your friendship with her worked in the first place.

Before you could sneak back to your motorcycle, the two girls exited the hallway behind you, clearly trying to fix themselves up.

The brunette’s pink lip gloss was smudged toward her chin as she adjusted her skirt’s waistband. The blonde did her best to straighten her heel-thong sandals and make sure her whale tail looked right beneath her low-rise jeans.

Sophia tilted her head at you— judgment radiating in one single look—as you gave her an awkward smile and slowly backed away. You hadn’t even asked for their names or numbers. One, because you suck at remembering names. Two, because the only people you actually text out of your hundreds of contacts are Sophia, Manon, Yoonchae, your older sister, and occasionally your dad.

They probably tried to catch up with you, and thanks to Sophia, they did.

You leaned against your bike as the two girls exited the building, arms linked. The blonde put on a shy act as if you hadn’t just seen her naked.

“I’m Jenna, by the way. And this is my best friend, Morgan,” the brunette said, giving a shy wave and barely holding eye contact.

You sat there, boredom written all over your face, but neither of them seemed to notice. They kept talking, voices fuzzy in your ears, everything they said going in one ear and right out the other. You just stared at them like they had three heads.

Your brows furrowed, confused as to why they were suddenly acting all shy and innocent. Just fifteen minutes ago, they were flirting like crazy.

“That’s all we wanted to say,” Morgan finished, then dragged Jenna away. Tried to, at least. Their skinny heels had them wobbling like deer.

What you didn’t know was they could walk in heels perfectly fine—they were just still shaking from... other variables.

You shook your head, pulled out your flavored vape, and took a long drag.

There was a point in time when you had a phase with cigs, but Sophia hated the smell. She told you to smoke if you had to—just not those. So now you were stuck puffing on this big, bulky, popsicle-colored vape that made you look like a kid. But it worked. It helped level out the post-rush adrenaline after... well, you know.

Deciding to walk around campus for a bit, you took another pull and pocketed the vape.

The sky had deepened into a dark, blue-purple gradient—like a glowing lampshade—while the walkway lights began to flicker on, a light breeze sweeping your hair back.

You wandered into a campus convenience store, grabbed a pack of salted nuts, tossed three bucks on the counter, and waved off the cashier on your way out.

Further into campus, you reached what everyone called The Garden. Despite the lack of actual flowers, the wide, grassy field made up for the otherwise dull atmosphere of school.

Picnic blankets were scattered across the grass, students lounging, snacking. A few girls waved at you like usual, and you flashed them a polite grin. You’d already had your fun today and needed to meet back up with Sophia in ten minutes, so you kept walking.

As you passed the library building, a group of girls crossed your path—two in front, chatting, with one trailing behind.

She had deep brown skin that glowed beneath the lamplight, long black hair cascading down just above her hips. She wore a yellow bikini top, a netted cropped sweater, and a mid-rise white bodycon skirt.

Her attention was completely locked on the phone in her hands, eyes scanning whatever she was reading.

But your attention was locked on her.

Time felt like it slowed down, like in one of those cheesy romance movies. A breeze lifted her hair like a perfectly timed movie scene. You rubbed your eyes. Maybe you were imagining things.

She didn’t even glance at you, simply brushed her hair off her shoulder, and kept walking.

“What in the fuck…?” you muttered, heading back toward the Alpha Theta building. Sophia was already walking down the stone steps when you arrived, her heels clicking with each step. She clocked your dazed expression immediately.

“You good?” she asked, raising a brow.

You shook your head and passed her the helmet from your arm. “Yeah. Just got confused by someone.”

“Mixed up one of the girls in love with you again?”

“Oh, shut up,” you said with a grin, giving her a light shove. Too light. You knew better. The last time you pushed her for real, she sprained her ankle and didn’t speak to you for a week.

Meanwhile, a block away, the same girl groaned as her phone buzzed nonstop. “She’s still blowing up your notifications?” Megan asked, glancing over her shoulder.

“Yes! It’s getting annoying—I’m about to block her,” Lara said, dragging her hand down her face.

“Why do you even keep her around if you’re not together?” Daniela asked. Lara pretended not to hear. Well, she actually couldn’t—her on-again-off-again fling was blowing up her phone.

“She obviously likes them obsessed with her,” Megan teased. Lara rolled her eyes and shoved the phone back in her pocket.

“I just wanna get back to my room and chill,” she muttered.

Daniela raised a brow. “And see Tatum there? You’re gonna end up crashing at our dorm again—you know it.”

Lara didn’t respond because it was true. Her parents had told her to stay in the dorms for one more year before they’d buy her an apartment off-campus. They wanted to make sure she could handle herself alone.

So far, she’d managed—though she hadn’t actually slept in her own dorm since the first week.

First and second-year dorms were small, while upperclassmen got four-bedroom units. When Lara first got accepted, she quickly made a name for herself. Her first year, she partied every weekend, crashing in other people’s dorms—mostly because she was sleeping with their roommate.

She couldn’t keep it in her pants. And really, with how many hot people were on campus, could you blame her?

The moment she met Tatum, it was downhill. First day, Lara thought: she’s hot, I’m hot, let’s fuck. Now, five months later, Tatum was practically living in her bed.

“Why don’t you just lie to your parents and get them to buy the apartment sooner?” Megan asked.

“If I rush them, they’ll get me a place that makes me feel ‘safe’—like if I complain about some crazy girl who won’t leave me alone. But Tatum’s not crazy crazy,” Lara argued. “And I’ve been good—I could get that three-bedroom for the three of us.”

“Tatum’s not crazy yet? Did you forget she ransacked your closet and flipped your entire side of the room?”

Lara rolled her eyes. That wasn’t even close to the craziest thing she’d seen someone do. She didn’t think it was that deep.

The girls entered the dorm building and headed to Daniela and Megan’s shared space. Their corner-unit dorm was surprisingly roomy enough for a small couch, and Lara had made it her permanent spot.

“I’ll thug it out—for the three of us,” she said with a grin.

Megan smiled. Dani shook her head, amused by the effort.

A phone buzzed. All three of them looked around to check whose it was. Lara almost rolled her eyes before pulling hers out, fully expecting Tatum’s name again.

But instead, she raised her brows. Lara pushed between the two girls, holding her phone out so they could all read the screen. Daniela squinted. Megan peeked. It was a notification from an anonymous user on Yik Yak.

Now, if you know about the app… well, then there isn’t much else to say about the kind of shit that happens on there.

But ever since Lara started uni, it had become her favorite app to scroll for all the piping-hot tea. It was also how she found out about every party—so when she showed the girls a post about a party Kappa Alpha Theta was throwing, she could barely contain her excitement.

“Oh, you know those sorority girls know how to throw one,” Lara said, a cheesy grin plastered on her face.

Dani looked at her suspiciously. “Isn’t Alpha Theta a pretty scholarly group?”

“They’re a sorority, and I’ve seen some of them. If they’re scholarly, it’s not all of them,” Megan chimed in, and her friends gave her amused looks.

“That sounds like it’s from experience,” Dani teased, chuckling as Megan shoved her shoulder lightly.

“Probably because of Harper,” Lara added, smirking. Megan’s eyes widened, not realizing how much Lara knew about her short-lived fling with the Theta girl.

“Harper Lin?” Dani asked.

Lara nodded, and Megan’s ears turned the lightest shade of pink at the mention. “Okay, next topic, please!” Megan rushed out, waving her hands.

They stepped off the elevator on their floor, and once they reached the corner of the building, Dani opened the door. Everyone rushed inside to claim their usual spots in the dorm.

“So, when’s the party then?” Dani asked, kicking off her shoes.

Lara reopened the app to check the details. “Next week. Saturday. Says it’s gonna be in West Hall.”

“The big one?!” Megan sat up straighter. “How’d they manage to rent out that place?”

“Probably made bank from their last fundraisers,” Lara replied.

“They’ve got another one coming up too,” Daniela added, pulling out her phone. She showed them a flyer from their school’s news app—it was for a small carnival fundraiser on campus, with a few student performances listed.

“We going to those?” Megan asked.

The three of them thought about it for roughly three seconds before giving a unanimous nod.

“Lara, I swear on everything—you better not get shit-faced drunk and fuck someone in a damn port-a-potty.”

“Okay, first of all, no promises. Second, ew—not a fucking port-a-potty... at least make it behind the tent of a booth.”

“LARA!”

Both girls shouted at the same time, and Lara just cackled, slouching even deeper into the couch.

“I don’t understand why I neeeeeed to be there, Fia,” you almost moaned into her ear. It hadn’t even been five minutes since the two of you got into the house, and Sophia was already dragging you into another unwanted expedition.

“Helping us out for the carnival would be fun!”

You stared at her as she ran up to her room. Shaking your head, you quickly followed, not letting her escape the conversation. She tried shutting her bedroom door in your face, but failed miserably at locking it. Before it could fully close, you swung it open with an easy shove.

“You guys have so many people. I don’t need to be one of them,” you argued.

But instead of giving you her full attention, she focused on stripping out of her clothes, and your face stayed scrunched in confusion as she began pulling off her top.

“Y/n, you’re like, one of the strongest people I know,” she said, shirt now tossed to the side. “It would just be nice if my best friend were there to help.”

You dragged a hand down your face. “How about Manon? Or even Yoonchae?”

“Both of them have classes on Thursday, while you don’t,” she replied, pulling her skirt down. She sat on the edge of her bed, fabric mid-thigh, and looked at you with soft, pleading eyes.

“How about this?” she offered, “help us out with the carnival setup, and I’ll make sure your entire carnival experience is free. You just need to help on Thursday, then come by Friday to enjoy it.”

Your eyes lit up instantly at the deal. “I get free churros? …Sick.”

“No churros, but there will be elotes.”

“Even better.” She could hear the excitement in your voice and glanced down at herself.

“Well then, can you leave my room so I can change in peace?”

“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” you mumbled as you closed the door behind you, only to hear her yell your name like you’d said the most outrageous thing in the world.

“I meant when we changed during gym in high school!” you called back. Heading down the stairs, you entered the open living room, where Manon was already cozied up on the couch with a blanket.

“Yoonchae went to bed?” you asked, walking around the L-shaped couch to plop down beside her.

“Yeah,” Manon replied. “She said she’s got an exam at eight that she needs to wake up for.”

You winced. “I’ll never understand how she does early mornings.” Manon chuckled. “First of all, it’s an online class—she just needs her camera on. Secondly, you know Yoonchae likes waking up early for some reason.”

“Again. Something I will never understand.”

You settled into the couch, legs slightly spread, arms resting comfortably on your lap as you sank into its cloud-like softness. Manon leaned her head against your shoulder, still wrapped up in her weighted blanket.

Footsteps echoed down the stairs as Sophia hopped over the back of the couch. Now dressed in fuzzy shorts and a tight tank top, she mirrored Manon’s position by laying her head on your other shoulder. Just like that, you became a human headrest for both of your best friends.

No one spoke. You all just sat there, eyes fixed on Pitch Perfect, a movie the three of you had sworn to rewatch together every other month. Halfway through, Sophia opened a bag of chips and passed it back and forth between you and Manon.

A quiet wave of tranquility settled over you—Anna Kendrick on the screen, the crunch of potato chips, and the scent of a tropical candle drifting through the room. These were the college days, you were truly grateful for.

Even if they were coming to an end soon due to graduation in literally three months.

But you don’t focus on the future. That’s never been your thing anyway. It’s why you mess around so much in the first place. You could just never get enough, huh?

Setting aside your womanizer tendencies for now, the two girls beside you had clearly dozed off. Being the night owl that you are, you stayed up to finish the movie. Every time one of them shifted or sighed in their sleep, you smiled a little.

Sophia clung to your arm, while Manon nuzzled her face deeper into your shoulder with slow, steady breaths.

When the credits rolled, you didn’t bop along to the music. Instead, you got to work. Sophia had latched on like a koala, so you figured she’d be first.

Gently, you moved Manon’s head with your free arm, trying not to wake her. Once Sophia was loose, you slipped your arms underneath her, lifting her bridal-style and carefully navigating the stairs.

Luckily, her bedroom door was open, and you tucked her into her mountain of blankets, turning on her AC and closing the door behind you like the best friend you were.

Next was Manon. You opened her icebox of a room ahead of time—you’d learned the hard way how difficult that door was to open with her in your arms.

But when you got back downstairs, you found her hunched over, sleepily blinking at you. She pouted, opening her arms toward you like a child asking to be carried.

It made you chuckle. The oldest of the three of you, yet such a baby sometimes.

“Come here, you big baby,” you muttered, scooping her up. She wrapped her arms around your neck and her legs around your waist, her blanket squished between the two of you. Her breath was soft against your neck.

You laid her into bed just as gently, her blanket tangled around her as you turned off the lights and closed the door.

Now, where did you sleep?

The marvelous basement, of course. Which isn’t as bad as it sounded. When you all moved in last year, Yoonchae’s room was originally yours. It was closest to the stairs, convenient, and average-sized. But once the three of you decided to offer her a room instead of letting her live in the dorms, you offered up your space immediately.

So now, you have your own basement kingdom. The lavender-scented air freshener greeted you as you descended. Somehow, the little thing managed to keep the whole place smelling clean.

You changed into a sports bra and shorts before flopping onto your full-sized bed. The space around you was personal and comforting. A seating area with bean bags and a rug. A large TV that you rarely use. A mini fridge, two large closets, and a snack cart. Shelves filled with boxing gloves, a camera, a jewelry case, and blind box figures. A whole wall of hooks for your hats and bags.

Your dresser was full of undergarments, oversized shirts, and let’s be honest—hella gay shit.

It was your ‘Y/n cave,’ as the girls lovingly called it.

Eventually, exhaustion crept up on you, and you passed out without realizing it.

The sound of your alarm had you stirring in the cold, cozy dark. The blanket felt like heaven, and the AC blasting was just dangerous enough to make you want to sleep in again. You blinked your eyes open to a pitch-dark room with just the faintest hint of light creeping in.

Your shoulders felt heavy as you pulled yourself out of bed and shuffled to the dresser for a shirt.

You trudged upstairs like a zombie, opening the door to find Yoonchae cooking breakfast. She was plating eggs and rice, with a side of kimchi, while you checked the time.

10:15 AM.

“Good morning, potato head,” she said with a peek over her shoulder. You groaned and headed straight for the coffee machine, pouring yourself a cup.

“Want breakfast?”

“That’d be great. Thanks, Yoonchip.” You nodded at her and took a seat at the island, sipping your coffee. Instead of heat, the coffee had cooled down, now warm yet smooth. It didn’t stop the black coffee from giving you a boost of energy either.

When she finished plating, you dug in. You always appreciated how openly Yoonchae shared her culture with you. Korean food was always welcome in your book. You still remember the first time she made Korean BBQ and handed you metal chopsticks—definitely a learning curve, but the food was worth it.

“You heading out later?” you asked. She sighed, chewing a bite of kimchi. “Yeah. I’ve got philosophy this afternoon.”

“What about Sophia and Manon?”

“Sophia-unnie left before my exam this morning. Said she had to turn in papers for Alpha Theta. Manon-unnie left a few minutes before you woke up.”

“I’ll give you a ride later. Just text me or Manon when you’re done.”

She nodded, smiling. The two of you ate in comfortable silence. Ten minutes later, you both finished, and you got to work hauling boxes from the garage into the house.

Sophia, being who she is in her sorority, handled most of the event coordination, which meant you handled the heavy lifting. Because, in her words, you were helpful.

“Gosh… It’s going to be a long couple of days.”

Finally, on decoration day, Sophia was up early, already finalizing decor plans and dressed in yoga pants and a sports bra. With how much movement she’d be doing all day, there was no point in wearing anything more.

She’d been banging on your door a few minutes ago until she finally heard your weak, muffled “I’m up.” That was enough for her to stop the noise campaign.

When she opened the door, she found you standing in the frame in a large T-shirt that somehow still fit perfectly across your broad shoulders. You’d paired it with some straight-leg jeans and sneakers, key in hand.

Sophia tilted her head. “Are you ready to go?”

You didn’t respond right away, mostly because a disheveled girl suddenly walked past you and rushed out the front door. Sophia blinked, recognizing her: Stacy, another senior from her Finance class.

Sophia just stood there, deadpanning.

“Now I’m ready,” you finally said, completely unfazed. She didn’t even bother replying—just shook her head as you grabbed Manon’s car keys.

You had talked to Manon the day before, letting her know you’d need to borrow the car. You told her if she needed it back by a certain time, you could always swing by and return it, taking your motorcycle and Sophia’s helmet instead. She agreed, which led to your current situation: loading heavy boxes into the trunk while Sophia handled the lighter ones and shoved them into the backseat.

When you finally arrived in the parking lot, it was already swarming with girls—likely Sophia’s sorority friends—unpacking their own cars and chatting away.

Sophia hopped out first, yelling a name you couldn’t catch as you stayed in the car, waiting for your inevitable instructions. Sure enough, after a minute, she knocked on your window. You sighed, turned off the engine, and stepped out to find a large cart for transporting the boxes.

Together, you and Sophia moved the supplies, and once all the boxes were out of the car, it became a game of follow-the-leader. You wheeled the cart behind her as she led you to the designated spot in the garden area.

Once there, she immediately switched into “event leader” mode, giving out directions to a dozen different people, yourself included.

Which is how you found yourself pitching up several tents in the middle of campus while the day was barely even underway. It felt like you were being pulled in eight different directions at once.

Sophia had you lifting crates, hammering stakes into the ground, adjusting the signage, testing the sound system, re-testing the sound system because it still wasn’t loud enough, and hauling props around like your back wasn’t going to be sore for the next three days.

Honestly, if you ever needed a workout routine outside of the gym, this was it. You hadn’t even stopped to sip water, and your shirt had a clingy sheen from your light sweat, not that anyone around seemed to mind.

You’d been here for a couple of hours now, and you were currently balancing on a ladder, arms above your head as you fiddled with a strand of fairy lights that refused to stay in place. Sophia stood below you, steadying the ladder with both hands like a concerned mom making sure her child doesn’t faceplant on the pavement.

“I swear, I should’ve made you wear a harness,” she muttered up at you with a furrowed brow.

“I’d rather fall and die than let you clip a safety belt around me like a toddler at a mall,” you grunted back, trying to wrap the thin wire around a cross beam overhead. The ladder wobbled a bit—just a little—before Sophia tightened her grip and let out a gasp.

“Do not test me today, Y/n.”

Still, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander a little. You’d been working your ass off, and a little break in the form of eye candy didn’t hurt.

And like the gods listened, a girl walking by in the distance caught your attention so intensely that it felt like the rest of the world fizzled out of your mind. Your hands stilled above your head. She wasn’t walking so much as gliding. Hips swaying with intention, and the outfit?

She wore a rust-colored halter top made of something light and flowy, low in the back and tied around the neck like a bow. Her cargo mini skirt hugged her hips just right, worn with knee-high black boots and silver jewelry that caught the light with every step she took. Her toned stomach peeked between the fabrics, and despite the casualness of the pieces, everything looked meticulously curated.

It was the girl from the other day.

That same warm-toned skin now glowed in the sunlight, and her sunglasses slid halfway down her nose as she glanced around the setup casually, seemingly unaware of the chaos she was causing, both around the field and in your chest.

You didn’t realize you were staring until—

“Hoy.”

Sophia’s voice, sharp Filipino accent, snaps you out of your daydream so fast you nearly drop the lights. You blink, looking down at her with wide eyes. “What?”

“Keep working,” she narrowed her eyes, clearly following your gaze, “Please. We are not doing this right now.”

You cleared your throat, trying to regain your focus, and returned to wrestling the fairy lights into place. She still stood below, arms crossed now, giving you that very specific brand of best friend judgment you were very familiar with. The kind that silently said, I know what you’re thinking, and I don’t like it.

As you adjusted the last clip into place, you caught some giggling behind you. You peeked over your shoulder and saw a group of younger girls—probably first or second years—standing near a table of bottled water. One of them was clearly mid-gossip, twirling her finger through her hair while trying to act casual.

“Is that Lara?” one whispered loudly—loud enough for your bored, eavesdropping ears to pick it up.

“Yeah.”

“Oh my god, wait—wasn’t she the one who slept with that girl from the basketball team and her roommate?”

You blinked. Your arms rested across the top of the ladder as you listened in, pretending to adjust the lights.

“She’s so hot, though,” another girl chimed in. “Even if she’s the way she is. My friend hooked up with her once and literally couldn’t walk straight the next day.”

You let out a quiet snort. You weren’t someone easily phased by casual gossip like that, but now you had a name for the girl that had you stunned, twice now by the way.

Lara.

It wasn’t supposed to mean much to you, but it stuck. You thought how fitting it actually was for her. Short but made a statement, and that seemed like her thing.

The ladder creaked as you stepped down and wiped your hands on your jeans. You and Sophia wrapped up the rest of your section and started heading back toward the car to start loading up the remaining decor for tomorrow’s booth.

Manon had texted you saying she had practically slept through her class, and to keep the car for now since she didn't have any plans.

“Alright,” you said, stretching your arms behind your back. “I’ll toss the signs in the trunk—can you go start up the car?”

Sophia gave you a suspicious look. “Why?”

“I’m gonna talk to those girls real quick. Think I might’ve met them before.”

She narrowed her eyes and muttered, “You better not flirt right now. I swear.”

“I won’t!” You said, too defensively. She rolled her eyes, took the keys, and left you in the parking lot.

As you walked over, the younger girls paused their chatter, looking up at you like they had been caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

“Hey, uh…” You started, scratching the back of your head, “Have we met before?”

One of the girls squinted. “Uhm… yeah, at that party last month? You were the one who drank the jungle juice and took one of the older girls to uhm, ehem, a bedroom ehem.”

“Ohhh, that’s right,” you said, remembering vaguely. “Sorry—I’m really, really bad with names.”

“I’m Ava,” the one with curls said.

“And I’m—”

“Wait, don’t tell me. I’ll forget,” you said with a half-laugh, pointing at yourself. “Just not my strong suit.”

They giggled, clearly not holding it against you, only if you knew how much your charm worked on people. “Can I ask something kinda random?” you added, trying to sound casual. “That Lara girl—you said she’s… what? Second year?”

“Yup. Lives in the dorms still,” Ava answered. “She’s like… kinda infamous, honestly. Super chill, but not the best record with relationships.”

“Yeah, but it’s college,” the other told you and shrugged. “Nobody really cares.” You nodded thoughtfully, absorbing that information with a neutral face, but your mind was already tucking away the little details.

Second year. Not a great track record. Insanely attractive. Seemingly unbothered by the world. Got it. She was basically just an alternate version of you.

“Thanks,” you said simply, giving them both a little chin nod. “Guess I’ll see you around.”

They waved, and you jogged back to the car, where Sophia was already in the front seat with the music turned up a little too loud for this hour of the day. “You done?” she asked.

“Yup.”

“You flirt?”

“Nope.”

She looks at you sideways, but you ignore her. The drive home was quiet in that nice, tired kind of way. You felt sore in your back and arms, and your shirt clung to you slightly as the air conditioning blew in your face. You leaned back against the seat, letting the day settle in your bones.

But your mind was just on that girl.

You didn’t know what it was, but you had a feeling you were going to see her again at the carnival tomorrow.

You were gonna make sure you looked damn good—just in case.

The next morning, you managed to wake up at a reasonable hour, perfectly timed for your noon photography class. Honestly, you could’ve slept in, but your brain was racing with thoughts about the carnival. Specifically, what might happen at said carnival?

You didn’t even speak to anyone in the house that morning. Yoonchae was still eating cereal in her oversized tee, Manon was organizing one of her playlists for the stage performances later, and Sophia was already gone—probably at the Garden yelling about color-coordinated signage to a table full of hungover Theta girls.

You just showered, dressed, grabbed your things, and left. And you looked good, which was the most important part of the carnival.

Your outfit was effortless but said exactly what it needed to. You wore an olive green cutoff mesh tank that showed off the slope of your collarbones and hinted at your black sports bra underneath. The khaki cargos you wore hung low and loose on your hips, cinched at the waist just enough to show your shape. Your sneakers were worn but reliable, and your scattered tattoos were on display from the tank sleeves.

You slung your backpack low, and your helmet didn’t fit inside, nor did you want it to be a hassle, so you shoved it into a drawstring bag that clung to your side. The ride to campus was quick, the air hitting your face as your bike revved across the road like your own personal soundtrack.

Your only class of the day was your Photography Composition II course. Normally, you like it, but today made time feel super slow.

You sat near the window, leg bouncing under the table, trying to focus on your professor’s droning voice about depth and shadows. Meanwhile, all you could think about was the potential chaos of the carnival—the games, the music, the food—and, maybe, seeing her again.

When class finally ended, you were out of there fast, one of the first students to hit the hallway. Your fingers flew across your phone, texting Sophia a quick message.

You omw there don’t put me to work today 😭

Fifi 👸 no promises but ill be waiting for u at the entrance

By the time you got to the Garden, the place was packed. Lines for cotton candy, carnival booths blasting music, a small ferris wheel lit up in the corner, and a stage where music majors performed everything from acoustic covers to chaotic band remixes.

People were everywhere.

You scanned the crowd, spotting Sophia’s high ponytail from yards away as she waved you down. She had that same clipboard she always did, but her face lit up when you approached.

“There she is,” she beamed, slipping a blue braided bracelet onto your wrist. “That’s your all-access pass. Everything’s free now—games, food, rides. Go wild.”

“Blessed,” you said, giving her a dramatic bow. She rolled her eyes but gave your shoulder a quick squeeze before rushing off again to probably go micromanage the popcorn machine.

You spotted Manon and Yoonchae under one of the larger tents with picnic tables, fries, and lemonade spread across their shared tray. You took a seat beside them, munching on a few fries like you hadn’t eaten since yesterday.

For a while, the three of you just wandered—watching someone try and fail miserably at a ring toss, laughing at a couple screaming on the spinning teacups, and judging outfits like it was your full-time job.

That is… until you needed a cherry slushie. You told them you’d be right back, waving your bracelet at the vendor like a hotshot and grabbing the oversized cup. You were sipping it lazily, turning a corner, when you ran into someone worth pausing for, not literally, though.

She leaned against the booth table, laughing at something the worker said, the dimples in her cheeks practically hypnotizing. Wearing a white fitted halter crop that laced up her sides and a low-rise pleated mini skirt that flared every time she shifted her weight.

A clear belly button piercing flashed from her toned stomach, and her hair was in a high ponytail. When she caught you looking, her lips quirked up immediately.

“Well damn,” she said, walking up with a sway in her step. “You’re exactly what I hoped to run into.”

“Really? I was just looking for my friends,” you said, eyeing her up and down slowly. “But I’m not complaining.”

“I’m Nylah,” she said, tilting her head, eyes already gleaming with flirtation. You took a step closer, lips curling as you offered your hand. “Y/n.”

Her fingers slid into yours and stayed there a little too long. Her nails were painted black and silver, and her grip was confident, thumb tracing your knuckles like she was testing the waters.

“Let me guess,” she said, voice teasing. “You're the mysterious type who breaks hearts and disappears before breakfast.”

“Only when I’m late for class,” you replied, making her laugh—an actual, cute laugh that had her biting her lip as she looked at you.

What you didn’t know was that Lara had just spotted you from a distance. She stood with Megan and Daniela near the elotes stand, still chewing on the last bite of her snack, when her eyes drifted over to the crowd.

She didn’t even mean to say it aloud, just blurting it out, “Who is that?”

Megan turned, saw who she was staring at, and almost choked on her drink. “You’re joking.” Dani blinked, “Wait—you don’t know Y/n?”

Lara furrowed her brows, licking sugar off her thumb. “I know of her.”

“Oh my god,” Megan muttered, like Lara had just admitted she barely used TikTok.

“Lara, she’s like you, but worse,” Dani said, half-laughing. “The hot masc who’s rumored to have fucked MANY girls on campus… and she’s a senior, so I mean manyyyy.”

Lara turned her full attention back to you now, finally taking you in—and yeah, it made sense. The mesh tank top was clinging to your torso in all the right places. Your cargo pants were hanging dangerously low on your hips, and that black sports bra peeked out just enough to distract anyone.

But what really caught her attention was the way your hand—those large hands—rested confidently on Nylah’s waist. A placement you were clearly an expert in.

Lara’s chewing slows down, her eyes narrow slightly as she watches you whisper something in the girl’s ear. Nylah giggled, curling closer into you, her fingers trailing down your arm, slow and sensual, stopping near your wrist as your other hand trailed up her spine with a familiarity that was way too hot.

Megan whistled low, “She’s working her magic already.” Lara said nothing, oddly, just watching. Your lips curled into a smirk, and you tilted Nylah’s chin with a single finger, lifting her gaze until she met your eyes. There’s confidence in your stance, you leaned in without hesitation—damn.

And then you kissed her. It’s slow and deep, and Nylah had practically melted into you almost instantly, arms winding around your shoulders while your palm slid smoothly down to her ass. Her reaction was visible: face relaxed, eyes fluttering, back arching just slightly.

Lara’s lips parted, but a word never came out. Her mind was just racing.

Because, not even a few hours ago, Lara did exactly what her friends asked her not to do… well, part of it at least.

She found a girl leaning into the masc side, took her behind a booth after much flirting, and made out. The girl had some decency, you know?

Lara had control. She loved dominance, and it was rare for her to give it up. But now, seeing you, made her curious. Would it be like that with you? Would you make her melt the same way Nylah just did?

She didn’t realize how long she’d been staring until the music from the stage kicked up behind her, pulling Megan and Dani’s attention. They turned, heading closer to the performance.

But Lara kept looking back as you dragged the girl away. Whisking her into an area under a tent that had some space in the back, behind a curtain.

Because now? She had you imprinted in her damn head.

A couple of days had passed since the carnival. And you hated to admit it, but you’d been in a bit of a daze ever since. Not even because of the girl from that night. Nylah had been in your bed the next morning, still naked, her bra on the floor. She kissed your jaw before leaving and left her lip gloss stain on your pillowcase.

But all you could think about was Lara. You hadn’t even spoken to her. You felt like you could still hear her laugh, even if she hadn’t been laughing anywhere near you. The magnetic pull wasn’t something you were used to, and it was pissing you off. No one ever made you the one to wonder, until now.

So the night of the Kappa Alpha Theta hit.

Sophia had invited you early, but you still showed up late, letting the chaos come about just so it wasn’t a bunch of girls trying to get at you.

The party had been moved to Kappa Alpha Theta's house due to the rumor spreading quickly about the hall, which had a counselor protest about it happening in that building. LED lights glowed in every corner, music thumped so loud the windows trembled, and the smell of weed, sweat, and sugary vodka clouded the air. Bodies were pressed together, some grinding in the living room, others making out against walls, and a few people had already migrated to the stairwell like a pack of raccoons.

You weren’t fazed, puffing your vape lazily—mango flavored—and walking through the cloud of hormones

Your drink of choice tonight was straight whiskey. You poured it heavily and let it burn down your throat as you walked into the main room. There was a massive sectional couch lining the wall, bodies sprawled over it—some whispering in each other's ears, some dancing on it, and a couple so deep into each other's mouths.

You found a spot near the end of it. Distant enough to just watch and observe all the energy that surrounded you.

That’s when Lara walked in, wearing something that could get her arrested on the right street. Her legs looked long and toned in the short pleated skirt, while her lips were glossed like cherries.

She came in with Megan and Dani, but they all scattered quickly, so to loosen up, she headed toward the kitchen for a drink. Lara exits with a red-filled solo cup in hand, looking around the room. Her eyes fall onto your relaxed figure, and she smirks

The couch shifted beside you on your right, and your eyes grazed over to see who you’ve been wanting to meet. Sitting just inches away.

Lara didn’t look at you, just sitting there, watching the chaos around her with a casual smile on her face like she was bored with it all.

Neither of you said anything yet, letting your presence breathe. Eventually, you turned your head, gaze low and steady. “Hey.”

She smiled without looking. “Hey.”

“I’m Y/n.”

She turned to you then, finally meeting your eyes. “I know.” You raised a brow. “Lara, right?”

That made her pause. Her brow lifted, and her lips curled slowly. “So you know me, too.”

“Campus gossip,” you replied, taking another sip of your drink. “Hard to avoid.” She turned her body a little toward you, letting one leg drape over the couch casually. “So, you here to party?”

“Sure,” you shrugged. “Also supporting my best friend.”

“A sorority girl?”

“Mhm. Same one who had me almost crashing into a doorframe when I dropped her off at this house.”

That made her laugh. And right on cue—like a devil summoned by mention alone—the same girl from before the time you dropped Sophia off found her way to you, making a beeline in heels. A tiny, sequined dress clung to her like plastic wrap, and she didn’t ask before plopping down right on your lap.

You didn’t flinch. Just gave her a polite smile, sipping your drink. She leaned into you, brushing her fingers along your chest. “Hey, I’ve been looking for you all night.”

“I’ve been busy,” you answered flatly, still looking at Lara.

“Oh come on,” she purred, trying to kiss your neck. “You weren’t busy last week.”

You didn’t react, not even lifting a hand to touch her.

Lara watched all of it, amused. Her eyes sparkled, her lips twitching like she was trying not to laugh. The other girl tried again, shifting her hips against you.

Still nothing.

She finally got it, huffing as she stood up, giving Lara a glare before storming off into the sea of bodies. Lara laughed, turning fully toward you now. “That was brutal.”

You smirked. “Wasn’t in the mood.”

“Really? Girl in a slutty dress, on your lap, practically begging—”

“I was… getting to know someone else,” you said honestly. That made Lara quiet for a second.

She looked at you differently now. A flash of something unreadable passed through her eyes.

“You wanna get some air?”

You didn’t even wait for an answer. You stood first, and she followed along your trail. The backyard was just as chaotic, but easier to breathe in with the fresh air. Lights strung across the fences, the pool glowing from below. A couple of people were passed out on deck chairs, and someone was vomiting behind a bush. Thankfully, they were far away.

You found two open lounge chairs near the edge of the pool and took them. Looking over at her in the chair beside you, you spoke, “So… you have a reputation.”

“So do you.”

You raised a brow. “I saw you at the carnival, you know.”

“Oh yeah?” she teased. “Did you enjoy the show?”

“Almost as much as you enjoyed mine.”

She laughed, tipping her cup toward you in a toast. “Touché.” You clinked your plastic cup with hers.

“So,” you said, tilting your head. Giving an icebreaker seemed to be your best bet to keep a conversation going. But you weren’t one to make it… boring.

“Top or bottom?” Lara didn’t hesitate. “Top.”

Your brows shot up. “Damn. Confident.” She shrugged. “I know what I want.”

You chuckled, taking another sip. “You’re rare.”

“Oh?” she smirked.

“Femme top. Doesn’t happen often.”

She leaned in, eyes glinting with interest. “Would you try it out?” You smirked, thinking of it almost as a joke. Honestly, if it were anyone else, you would’ve just gone for it. Yet with Lara, you thought of it as a joke? “Don’t tempt me with a good time.”

“I’m not joking.”

You met her gaze. “Yeah, but I probably wouldn’t let you win.”

“Wanna bet?”

You leaned forward, elbows on your knees. “What’s the wager?”

“If you win,” she said, eyes sharp. “You can call me whenever. I’ll show up. You know what for.”

You licked your bottom lip, trying not to laugh. “And if I lose?”

“You deal with Tatum.” You look confused, again… bad with names and all. “That girl is obsessed with me,” Lara muttered. “She keeps blowing up my phone. I need her to latch onto someone else. Preferably someone hot.”

“So I’m a… distraction?”

“You’re a challenge. And an escape.”

You stared at her. Just this determination in her eyes to make her wishes come true.

You smirked. “You’re on. Go upstairs, end of the hall, it’s a storage room.”

She nodded, not waiting for anything else. You got up slowly, walking back through the crowd, grabbing your bag from a room Sophia let you put it in, and making your way up the stairs. The hall was dim, but you found your way to the room.

Opening the door, Lara’s now sitting in a chair, she evidently unfolded herself, legs crossed, eyes glittering under the soft yellow light of a single lamp someone left in the corner.

You shut the door behind you. For some reason, this feels like a test, but if it were, you were sure to ace it.

The second you shut the door behind you, the air inside the storage room thickens. Your eyes drag up from Lara’s legs — crossed like she owns the world in that damn chair — to the slow smirk spreading across her glossy lips.

She didn’t say a single word when you walked in. Just leaning back, arms loose on the sides of the chair, one hand toying with the hem of her skirt.

Your bag hits the table behind you with a light thump. You don’t look away and neither does she.

“So we’re actually doing this,” she purrs, voice sweet and challenging, like she didn’t spend the last few days burned into your brain.

“I don’t back out of bets.” You start toward her, slow and heavy-footed as she hears each step clearly. Her legs part just slightly in that chair, enough to invite, enough to taunt. “And I always win.”

Lara tilts her head, dark eyes scanning your body. That mesh tank of yours still sticks to your back in some places from the heat, sweat glinting at your collarbone.

“That’s cute, it sounds like your already in denial.”

You laugh — quiet and sharp. One hand grabs the back of her chair, and you lean in, lips brushing her ear as you speak, and in a whisper, “I have enough experience, so I know I’m gonna win.”

Your voice is low enough to hit a nerve, because her thighs clench just slightly under you.

Lara doesn’t let that slide.

She stands up, slowly, and even though she’s a little shorter, the confidence drips off her as she backs you toward the nearby table with her body pressed close. Chest to chest, hips to hips. You feel her nails trace up your sides, her breath grazing your lips.

“Then prove it,” she whispers.

That moment was all you needed, your hands find her hips, spin her, and slam her against the edge of the table with a dull thud. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt her either, the tables were just hollow to make that sound. Lara gasps—not out of fear, but excitement.

Your hand tangles into the back of her hair and tugs, hard enough to expose her throat. Her lashes flutter, mouth parted, letting out a tiny breath as you lean in and press a slow, open-mouthed kiss against her neck.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Lara,” you murmur against her pulse, tongue slipping just slightly against her heated skin. The way you said her name weakened her knees, luckily you had her bent over a table.

“Funny. I was gonna say the same thing.”

Before you can think of anything, she twists around, flipping your bodies so it’s you pinned against the table now. You were facing her as she trapped you in between her arms, and fuck—her knee comes up to wedge between your legs just right. Her hands find your wrists and pin them down behind your back to the tabletop, a wicked gleam in her eyes.

She was extremely close to you, to the point where you feel her breath right on your lips.

“What now, big shot?” she taunts, lips ghosting over yours. “I’m being nice,” you grit out, using all your strength to begin getting out of her hold and feel her flinch as you begin to slip, “but keep talking and I’ll wipe that smirk off your face.”

Lara smirks anyway.

You were able to push her off you with enough force, and the sound of the chair scraping across the floor fills the room. She barely stumbles before your hand catches her jaw, thumb sliding across her bottom lip as you guide her back down into the chair—all of this is about to go your way.

“You like playing rough, huh?” you ask.

“Rough?” she laughs, breathless. “Baby, this is nothing to me.”

Oh, she’s cocky… but so are you.

You sink to your knees in front of her and watch her confidence flicker, if only for a second.

Her breath catches in her throat. Your hands spread her legs, and you press open-mouthed kisses up the inside of her thighs—slow, just to tease. Her skirt rides up. Her hips shift, just a little, chasing more.

And then your teeth graze skin ever so lightly. “Fuck—” she whispers. You pull back, eyes dark.

“Say please.” She scoffs. “Not a chance.”

That was the wrong answer for you, but as your knelt, Lara does her best to move her leg. As you focused on the fabric covering her pussy, kissing it slowly, Lara uses her heels. Should’ve known she was going to get creative as you feel her heels rubbing against your core.

It’s an indescribable feeling, but the friction is preassurable that your groan. The sound could be felt by Lara, as little kitten licks combine with her juices were damping her underwear. Your tongue then drags up with a slow, yet devastating stripe.

The feeling has Lara grip your hair, and you smirk at her efforts. “You won’t be able to do that unless you ask nicely for it,” she challenged. Your face kept still, hands moving up quickly and before Lara can react, you push the lace underwear to the side.

“I don’t think you should be testing me while I’m here.”

She feels how you use a finger, swiping upward and hitting her clit. The action makes her jolt, a tiny yelp escaping her lips.

“What a cute sound,” your fingers roamed slowly, “I wanna hear it again.” Lara feels you flicking upward again, at a quicker pace this time which has her jolting, this time a restrained moan tugged at her lips.

“Ah, ah, ah. That’s not what I was looking for,” you did the move again, and Lara gives in due to the speed. “There it is.”

Having you take control over her was nice, she would admit, but she wasn’t about to lose. Doing her best, Lara leans forward, even with your finger still grazing in between her legs.

Her hands find the back of your head, bring it close to smash her lips. Gosh, the flavors of whiskey and cranberry vodka intertwined as you feel her tongue against yours. Lara leaned forward, possibly trying to get you off-balanced as your hands find their way back up.

You hold her face with both hands, beginning to stand up but just enough to keep her seated. Her tongue swipes your bottom lip, and her hands travel down to the button of your cargo pants. “Frisky little hands,” you mutter into her lips, lifting up her top to expose her soft mounds. Fingers brushed against her nipples, feeling how hard they were. Smirking into the kiss, you pinch and she squeals, but only being drowned out by the way both of you began to breath heavily.

Your hands palm her boobs, while Lara’s hand was slipping past your own undergarments. Only letting her reach so far, she feels like she’s so close yet so far as you shift your hips back a bit.

“I want you, now,” she practically snarled, sounding like a decent command. Shaking your head, you quickly moved your swollen lips down to her tits, sucking on one to give it a pop out of your mouth. The move has Lara shutter a bit, and her chest moved up and down, her breats bouncing a bit with the staggered breaths.

Backing up, you stand again, towering over her, dragging her up by the wrist and spinning her around to put her back on her original spot. She’s bent over the table now, and you press your hips against her ass as your hand reaches back to your bag and unzips it. The click of the harness clasps is loud in the quiet room. You know she hears it.

And she moans, you’re not even inside her yet.

She turns her head to look at you, eyes locked on the way you adjust the purple strap. Her chest rises and falls hard.

She bites her lip. “You brought toys?” she breathes.

“I always come prepared.” You run a hand down the curve of her back, over the dip of her ass, before gripping it—hard enough to make her whimper. “Thought you’d want the full experience.”

You lean over her, lips brushing her ear. “Tell me who’s on top now.”

She huffs a laugh, but it’s shaky. Her fingers grip the table, as you drag your cock through her folds and watch her squirm, her body betraying her pride—wet and pulsing, ready to take it.

You push in slowly at first, giving her enough to gasp and squirm—but not all of it is in yet.

“You’re dripping, Lara,” you say, almost entranced by the way her juices dripped down her thighs once you stood her up.

“Shit,” she curses under her breath but lets out a pleased sigh when you slowly move out a bit.

Your hips snap forward, bottoming out with a low groan in your throat, and she lets out a needy moan, hands gripping hard at the edges of the table. You stay there for a moment, fully inside, both of you breathing hard.

But Lara wasn’t done yet. She pushes back—trying to take control again—but you slap her ass once, and she stills.

“You gonna behave?” you ask. She’s breathless, but answers, “Not a chance.”

You pull back and slam back into her, hand gripping her hip hard, forcing her to take it. She moans louder, her voice high and wrecked now, and it’s music to your ears. Your pace is brutal and relentless—her moans becoming broken gasps between curses.

“Fucking hell, Y/n,” she breathed out, now panting a bit. “This is too good.”

Your hand reaches her throat, pulling her back against your chest as you fuck her deeper, as the table shakes a bit at the force.

“You’re loud for a top,” you growl against her ear. “You like it,” she bites back.

You squeeze lightly, just enough for her to feel it, and her eyes flutter shut. Your free hand slips around her body, finding her clit and circling it in slow, tight motions while you pound into her. She shakes, nearly coming apart, and you don’t stop until she’s gasping, moaning, squirming in your hold.

And when she finally finishes, her body shudders, collapsing against the table, slick and weak.

That didn’t stop you, though. There was a small pause, giving her a moment to breath as she panted against the table. Lara’s too tried, too tired to even try and spin you around to even eat you out.

But being the menace you are, you began moving your hips slowly while catching your breath. After every slow roll of your hips, Lara lets out a slow moan and she doesn’t even comprehend what your about to do. You lift one leg up, using one arm to hold onto the raised thigh. Making a slight adjustment, you bend your knees to make sure your hitting the right spots.

“What a nice view,” she hears you and looks over to find you smiling at her tired self. The sight was perfect, as you moves slowly, Lara’s tits and ass would bounce in sync with you. Ever the ‘dom,’ her eyes stay locked on yours as you begin to quicken the pace.

She tries to not give you the satisfaction, and she was going strong. Her lips pressed shut tight, and you shake your head with a chuckle. “You obey me, Lara.” Those words have her even more wet than before, as if that was even possible. You hips snap quickly, her juices having your strap coated, slipping in and out with ease.

“Ever felt like a bottom?” You ask, licking your upper teeth and she shakes her head, her eyes shutting against her will. “I’m honored to be the first then,” you spoke and your other hand finds her clit.

“What a sopping wet pussy. All because of me, huh?” Your fingers where going in circles and Lara’s thighs begin to tense.

You press down on her lower stomach, making sure you kept up with the pace. It was evident that she’s about to cum, Lara biting her bottom lip at the feeling. She can’t hold back, leaning up to kiss you as her brows scrunched.

“Shit,” she squeaks against your lips, then kissing it again like it would stop the inevitable. You feel how her thighs shake at your sides, and you continue to fuck her until she setteles down, slowing your pace.

Lara’s now leaning on your chest, half naked while your also huffing out breaths. The sight of her tired figure on you makes you chuckle again, “soooo whose the top now?”

A small laugh escapes her lips as she hits your chest, now taking a needed break.

It had been a few weeks since that night in the storage room, and to be blunt, you still thought about it way too often.

After that night, you believed that it would happen again. Especially after winning the bet and actually getting her number for the deal you guys made.

What started as a supposed fuck buddy deal quickly became something else. After exchanging numbers, you and Lara found yourselves running into each other more and more. Some of those times were planned, and some of them weren’t, but eventually… it didn’t really matter.

The two of you just started spending time together. Like—a lot.

There were nights she’d meet you after class to grab late-night tacos, or mornings you’d spot her on the quad and end up sitting in the sun together just talking. It felt, oddly, natural even if you didn’t know her for that long.

Maybe it was because you guys fucked and are so similar. You weren’t really together… but the line blurred more and more by the day.

And it wasn’t just one-on-one anymore.

Lara had started joining you and your friends for chill nights at the house—she was there for random game nights, for Manon’s “mandatory movie marathons,” and even when Sophia was baking and needed people to test her creations. And just like that, you started hanging out with her friends too, often enough that Megan and Dani didn’t even question it anymore when you’d just show up at events Lara was already at.

It wasn’t like either of you were hiding it. But it’s not like either of you said anything, either.

Still… your friends noticed, and they noticed fast.

You were in your shared house, couch sunk, one arm over your eyes after a long-ass day. Sophia was pacing around the kitchen island with a bowl of popcorn, popping pieces into her mouth like a machine gun. Manon was scrolling her phone next to you. Yoonchae was curled up with a blanket and the TV remote.

The casual vibe didn’t last long, because your best friends like being nosey. “So,” Sophia suddenly said, sharp enough to cut through the quiet. “You and Lara.”

You blinked, dragging your arm down. “What about us?”

She gave you a look. “You guys act like you’re dating.”

Manon didn’t even look up from her phone. “Because they probably are.”

Yoonchae perked up from the blanket. “You literally shared her drink yesterday and wiped sauce off her lip.”

“She wiped it off my lip,” you mumbled, trying not to sound too defensive. “And it was one bite of my sandwich—”

“Oh my god,” Sophia muttered, putting the popcorn down. “That’s what couples do, Y/n.”

You sat up straighter, now regretting coming out of your room. It wasn’t serious or anything, but you hadn’t exactly made up your mind about how you feel. All you knew was the world seemed to stop everytime you were with her… on denial is a damn river in Egypt. “Y’all are delusional.”

“Are we?” Manon asked, finally glancing over. “You let her braid your hair.”

“She was bored!”

Yoonchae chimed in. “You got mad when Megan made a comment about her boobs.”

You paused. “…That one was fair.”

All three of them stared at you like you were part of a museum, watching your brain try to do the mental gymnastics to pretend you didn’t care. But your pulse was quick, a little annoyed, and maybe… a little exposed.

Sophia raised a brow. “Where are you going, anyway?”

You grabbed your bag and keys. “To meet Lara.”

All three voices: “Exactly.”

Sophia threw popcorn at you and shouted, “You’re proving our point!” as the door slammed behind you.

Outside the main school building, the sun was soft, golden hour beginning to hit—the lighting that made Lara’s skin glow and made you hate yourself for noticing things like that so often.

You leaned on your bike, helmet hooked on one forearm and a second helmet dangling off your fingers. Your other hand tucked into the pocket of your baggy jeans, the breeze tugging at your loose thank top. You probably looked like some shitty college action movie cliché.

Lara spotted you from the steps, eyes landing on the helmet immediately.

“I still can’t get over how fucking hot it is that you ride a motorcycle,” she said, casually, like it was just a fact. That made you grin.

But before you could say anything else, a voice you didn’t recognize—shrill and weirdly desperate rang out, “Lara?”

You watched her face tighten and look over at the girl who called. “That’s Tatum,” she muttered under her breath, jaw tensing.

Tatum, her dorm roommate, was exactly the kind of girl who dressed like she still thought she was in a high school hallway drama. Lip gloss, skinny jeans, vans, and a graphic tea. She stomped over like she had a lot to say.

“Lara, you haven’t been answering me. I’ve been texting and calling—do you even care?” she said, completely ignoring you as she all but cornered Lara. “I miss you. Can we please talk back at the dorm—”

Before she could even get another word in, Lara stepped closer to you and wrapped her arms around your waist like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“She’s my girlfriend,” she said, point-blank.

You froze. Wait. Girlfriend?

Tatum blinked, thrown completely off. “You’re what?” Lara only smiled sweetly before looking up at you like it was your line now.

So you went with it.

You let your arm fall around her shoulder and pulled her closer, smirking. “Yeah,” you said. “I’m her girlfriend.”

And to seal the deal, you pressed a light kiss to Lara’s temple. It wasn’t weird for some reason. Not after what you two had already done. But it felt… intimate in a way that made your chest feel too tight under your shirt.

Tatum looked like she might explode. “What about us? What we had?” she snapped.

Lara didn’t even blink.

That’s when you stepped in. “I think that was all in your head,” you said calmly. “Because she’s with me now.”

Tatum’s eyes welled up fast, and before either of you could say anything else, she spun around and walked away, aggressively wiping her eyes and cursing under her breath.

Neither of you pulled away after the dramatic exit. You glanced down to find Lara already looking up at you, a smile teasing at her lips.

“Girlfriend, huh?” you asked. She tilted her head, playfully, “You like that idea?”

You chuckled softly, hand still on her shoulder, your body warm from her closeness. “Wanna make it happen for real?”

Lara laughed—a real, head-tossing kind of laugh. You’d think she was mocking you, but her face said otherwise. It was pure happiness and delight written all over her.

“Take me out on a date first,” she said, eyes sparkling.

You nodded once. “Deal.” Well… now its time to make the girl who you specifically remembered, officially yours.

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Always Dripping — Lara Raj (18+)

✒️ explicit sexual content · oral sex · g!p power bottom!lara · multiple orgasms · spit play · anal fingering · overstimulation · aftercare (still horny) · 7th member!reader · barely any plot

Summary: In the same girl group, you and Lara are supposed to keep things professional—but behind closed doors, she fucks you like she owns you. It was supposed to be just sex. Except Lara wants more. (5.2k words)

The room still smelled like sweat and hairspray.

Rehearsal had just wrapped. Costumes were half-hung, half-forgotten. Makeup smudged, lashes uneven. Someone’s heels were kicked off near the mirrors. But none of that mattered now.

Because Lara was staring at you again.

From across the dressing room, she leaned against the wall like she didn’t care. Hair tied up but messy, damp at the edges from dancing. Her shirt was still riding up from their last number, exposing a sliver of taut, brown stomach, shimmering faintly with sweat. She hadn’t bothered pulling it down.

You tried not to look. Or maybe you wanted her to notice you looking. It was always hard to tell.

Someone cracked a joke nearby, laughter filled the space, but the tension between you and Lara was quiet, separate. Charged.

You bent down to grab your water bottle, and when you stood up, she was closer. Just a few steps. Just enough to feel the heat of her body when she passed behind you, not touching, but near enough to make your skin twitch.

“Careful,” she murmured, just for you, “You’re looking at me like you want something.”

You glanced over your shoulder, “You’re imagining things.”

She smirked, voice low, “No. I’ve already imagined it. Again. And again.”

Your heart skipped, “Lara,” you warned under your breath.

But she didn’t back off. Her fingers brushed your lower back as she passed by. Just once. Light as air. Too casual to be scandalous. Too deliberate to be innocent.

You watched her disappear into the hallway toward her dressing room, her sweatpants slung low, waistband dipped just enough to tempt.

You told yourself you wouldn’t follow her. And for once you really didn’t.

Except when you got back home to your new dorm where each member finally got their own rooms, her knock landed soft against your door.

And when you opened it, she didn’t say a word, she just pushed you inside, her lips already parting, eyes already burning.

It’s dangerous, the way she looks at you, back resting against your headboard, one leg lazily bent, the other dangling off the bed like she’s not even trying. Her strong gaze locked on you, dark and slow, heavy with hunger but not desperation. Lara doesn’t beg.

She summons.

“Take it off,” she says softly, chin tilted like she’s bored. Her tone is quiet, a murmur, a melody, but it lands on your skin like a command.

You peel your shirt off, slow, letting your bra drop behind it. She watches your every move, lips parted just barely, her breathing already shifting. There’s a raw kind of want in her eyes, but still no urgency. She drips with control even now, stretched out in her tank top and boxers like the queen of someone else’s bed.

“Sit on my face.”

You blink.

She raises a brow, “I said… come sit on my face.”

There’s heat in your stomach, but your legs move before your brain catches up. She guides you wordlessly, fingers on your hips, pulling you up so your thighs are bracketing her head. Her warm brown hands complements beautifully against your skin as she lays back, eyes glittering.

Even now, beneath you, she looks powerful. A dominant bottom to her core.

You hesitate for half a second, and she smiles. That smug, lopsided grin that knows exactly what she’s about to do to you.

“Don’t be shy, baby. I want to taste you,” and just like that, her tongue is on you.

A sharp gasp leaves your mouth as her lips part around your folds, licking slow and deep, like she’s tasting something sacred. She doesn’t rush. Lara licks like she’s making a point. Her tongue flicks against your clit with a rhythm that’s both cruel and delicious, building heat slowly, layering it like silk.

You brace yourself on the headboard, hips trembling as her moans vibrate into your core. And she moans sweetly, high-pitched, almost delicate. The kind of sound that shouldn’t come from someone who acts like she could ruin you without lifting a finger.

“You taste so fucking good,” she purrs between licks. Her voice is muffled but still smug, dripping with affection and heat, “Grind on me. Come on. Ride it.”

You do. You grind on her mouth, your thighs shaking, her nose bumping your clit in perfect rhythm. She doesn’t stop, doesn’t flinch, just licks deeper, fingers digging into your hips to hold you down even as you whimper.

And when you cum, it hits fast, messy, gasping, full-bodied. You moan her name, and she just keeps going, tongue flicking through the aftershocks until you beg her to stop.

When you slide off her, panting, your thighs soaked and trembling, Lara’s face is wet, her lips swollen, her eyes wild.

She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and grins, voice syrupy and wrecked, “I could eat you for hours,” she murmurs, “But I need your mouth now.”

You crawl between her legs, still catching your breath, tugging her boxers down to reveal her thick, dark cock, already hard and twitching against her stomach. She’s bigger than you remembered. Warm brown, veined, curved, leaking, a single drop sliding down the tip.

“Fuck,” you breathe. Lara’s voice is soft again. “I know.”

She spreads her legs just slightly, enough to give you space, but not too much. She’s inviting, not offering. Still holding the reins.

You lick your lips and lower your mouth to her shaft, dragging your tongue along the underside slowly. Lara moans, high and breathy, her hand tightening in your hair.

“You’re so good at this,” she whimpers, voice so femininely soft, it makes your thighs clench again, “I love the way your mouth feels on my dick.”

You take her deeper, swirling your tongue around the head, and her hips jerk, the first time she loses composure. Still, her voice never stops.

“Deeper. Please. I want you to take all of me.”

And you do. You suck her slowly, hands working the base, watching her fall apart while still somehow holding on to that dangerous glint in her eyes. Even while moaning, Lara never really gives up control.

She doesn’t have to move to dominate you—she commands with her voice, her tension, the way she lets you worship her like a dark, divine heat.

When her abs twitch and she grits out a warning, you pull off with a wet pop.

“No,” you whisper. “Not yet.”

Her cock bobs between her thighs, slick and aching. She watches you through half-lidded eyes, breathless.

“Then sit on it,” she murmurs, smiling, “I want you to ride me until I can’t speak.”

Her cock is slick and flushed, lying against her stomach as you grind your soaked pussy along the length of it. It leaves a mess on her skin—thick, glistening trails of arousal coating the rich brown shaft. It twitches beneath you, responding to every movement, to the heat dripping from between your thighs.

Lara exhales like she’s holding back something primal. She doesn’t say it, but her mind is burning. She loves how wet you are. She can feel the slippery heat of you coating her, warm and silky and obscene. It makes her ache in the best way, cock heavy and pulsing, balls tightening as more precum beads at the tip.

You reach down, guiding her to your entrance. The moment the head of her cock presses against you, you both freeze—just breathing, just feeling. She’s so thick. You’re soaked, almost embarrassingly wet, but your body still stretches slowly to take her in.

Her mouth falls open when you sink down on her, “Fuck,” she whispers, voice breaking into a whimper. She doesn’t mean to make the noise so pretty. It just slips out—soft, vulnerable, ruined.

You feel all of it; the way her cock fills you, smooth and thick and hot, stretching you open in a way nothing else does. You can feel the subtle curve pressing against your walls, the pressure building, the slick of her precum mixing with your wetness.

She’s drenched. You’re wetter. You bottom out, thighs pressed to hers, and just stay there for a second. She twitches inside you.

You can hear it—the squelch of your pussy clenching around her, the slick sound of your fluids mixing. It’s raw and filthy and perfect. You’re full, and Lara is pulsing inside you, lips parted, brows furrowed like she’s trying not to lose control.

Her voice comes out high and sweet, breathy and uneven, “You feel so good inside. So warm. You’re gonna fuck the cum out of me if you move like that.”

You start to grind, slow and deep, rolling your hips so her cock drags against your walls. Her moans start to break. She’s trying to stay dominant, trying to say something commanding, but her voice is laced with desperation.

In her mind, she’s losing it. She loves how tight you are. How you drip all over her, make a mess of her cock. How you ride her like you were made to. She can feel you milking her already.

You lean forward, pressing your chest to hers, letting your hips rise and fall in rhythm. Every time you drop back down, her cock sinks in deeper. Your wetness coats her completely, the creamy slick sounds filling the room.

“You’re so deep,” you pant, “It’s so wet. Can you feel how soaked I am for you?”

Lara’s nails dig into your ass, and she moans in response. Her eyes flutter shut for half a second, but she opens them again. Staring at you like she needs to memorize everything—your face, your pussy swallowing her cock, the way you tremble when her tip brushes your cervix.

You ride her harder, faster. Her stomach tenses. Your wetness starts dripping down her thighs, a mix of slick and precum and everything between. It feels endless. Messy. Perfect.

Your own orgasm starts to build again—tight and pulsing. You’re grinding down, clenching around her. She feels it. She grips your waist harder, her voice suddenly trembling.

“Fuck. You’re gonna make me—shit—don’t stop.”

You don’t. You want it. You want her to fall apart underneath you.

She tenses, thighs shaking, cock throbbing violently. And then she lets out a high, broken moan, so feminine it doesn’t match how deep she is inside you.

She cums hard.

Her cock jerks inside you as hot, thick ropes of cum spill into your pussy, coating your walls with every pulse. You can feel it—the texture of it, warm and heavy, sticky and spreading inside you. Some of it leaks out as you keep grinding, the sound of wet skin and slick fluids louder now, dripping down her shaft.

She’s still moaning, still breathless, but her voice drops into something low, shaky, “I love how full you make me feel,” she whispers, “Keep going. I don’t want you to stop yet.”

You don’t. You chase your own orgasm, slamming your hips down harder, using her cock just as much as she uses you with her words. Her cum makes it easier—thicker, messier, and the pressure builds faster.

You cum with a cry, burying your face in her neck, pussy fluttering around her cock, pushing more of her release out onto her thighs and the sheets below.

Lara just holds you. Still inside you, cock twitching, still so hard it’s almost unfair. She kisses your shoulder.

Your body trembles against hers, slick and flushed, still twitching around her cock as the aftershocks ripple through you.

Lara stays still beneath you, breathing heavy, one hand dragging softly down your spine. Her cock softens slightly, sliding out with a wet sound that makes you both gasp. You feel the warmth of her cum slipping out of you, thick and slow, pooling between your thighs and onto her stomach.

But she doesn’t move to clean up. She just pulls you forward, lips brushing your chest, fingers gripping your waist again, “Come here,” she murmurs.

You shift upward, your pussy dragging across the soft curve of her abs, slick with both your wetness and her cum. She hisses through her teeth. Her stomach flexes as you move, and you feel the texture of muscle, taut and slippery beneath you. It glides against your folds, smearing the mess between your bodies as her fingers start to rock your hips, gentle at first.

Lara’s lips move to your neck, slow, open-mouthed kisses melting into your skin. She licks up your throat, then down, sucking lightly between each kiss. Her mouth finds your collarbone, then lower.

She nuzzles your tits, tongue teasing one nipple, then the other, sucking until the soft bites bloom into bruises, “You’re so sensitive,” she whispers against your skin, “I can feel how wet you are. Still soaking me.”

Your hips rock harder against her abs, dragging your clit over the ridge of muscle, through the slippery, cum-coated heat. You whimper. It’s overwhelming—slippery, filthy, intimate. Her abs grind perfectly against you, the texture of her skin wet and hot, every inch of her body used to make you cum again.

And then, you feel it. Her cock stiffens beneath you—fast and heavy—pressing up on your ass. The heat of her arousal is immediate, overwhelming.

Lara groans, voice cracking, low and dangerous, “Fuck this.”

She shifts under you so suddenly it knocks your breath out. Strong hands grip your thighs, flipping you onto your back in one motion. Her body covers yours. Her hand grabs the base of her cock and guides it back to your entrance without a word.

She slams into you.

Hard.

You cry out, fingernails digging into her shoulders as she drives her cock deep, thrusting into you without pause, without mercy. Her hips slap against yours, her balls heavy against your ass, the sound of skin meeting skin wet and rapid, each stroke driving the air from your lungs.

Your slick explodes around her, the pressure and speed pushing her cum from earlier out around her cock, making the whole thing sloppy, loud, so fucking wet.

Lara moans, high and broken again, but her voice is tinted now with something wild.

“I need you to take it,” she pants, “I need to fill you again. I’m not done with you.”

You don’t even hesitate.

“Harder,” you beg, voice barely audible between your gasps, “Please, Lara—fuck me harder.”

Her teeth graze your shoulder, “You want more?”

You nod, legs wrapping around her waist. She grabs your wrists, pins them above your head. Her hips roll deeper, rougher, dick dragging through every sensitive inch of you. The texture of her shaft is slick and relentless, stretching you again and again until you feel dizzy from the fullness.

Your body bounces with each thrust, slick running down between your cheeks, soaking the sheets. You can’t think. You can’t breathe. You’re nothing but open heat and hunger and Lara’s cock pounding into you like she’s trying to ruin you.

Her voice drops to a whisper—still sweet, still feminine—but now sharp with obsession, “You’re mine,” she says, “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you gasp. She drives deeper, “Louder.”

“I’m yours!”

Her cock twitches inside you, and she groans, dropping her forehead to yours. She’s so close, you can feel it, her entire body trembling above you.

And still, despite the roughness, the mess, the overstimulation, you whisper—

“More.”

You feel her start to lose rhythm, hips stuttering, cock pulsing harder inside you. She’s close. So close you can feel her release winding up, her breath hitching, moans breaking into smaller, sharper pieces. You wrap your legs tighter around her waist, trying to pull her deeper.

She slams into you again, deep and punishing. And then right before she cums—she stops.

Lara lets out a guttural, frustrated growl as she pulls out suddenly, her cock slick and twitching, the head flushed and leaking thick, hot precum.

“Fucking hell,” she breathes, voice shaking.

You whimper at the emptiness. You’re dripping—her cum, your wetness, everything sticky and hot between your thighs. Her cock drags across your slit, and it’s too much, too slippery, too good.

She leans back, straddling your hips, one hand on her cock as she slowly rubs the shaft against your pussy, not pushing in, just grinding. Her slick skin slides along your folds, smearing your juices together, pushing into your clit with every slow thrust.

She’s panting, her brows furrowed in restraint.

“You feel that?” she murmurs, “So fucking wet… I could slide in with nothing but the weight of my cock.”

You nod, body arching for her, desperate. But she doesn’t give it to you. Not yet. She keeps thrusting over you, cock riding the length of your slit, the mess building with every second. You’re both soaked, the head of her cock shining with your slick, trails of arousal stringing from your folds to her shaft. You can hear it—obscene, sloppy, sticky friction filling the room.

She closes her eyes, breathes hard through her nose. Trying to calm herself, to delay the explosion and to prove that she’s still the one in control.

Then her eyes snap open.

Lara spits. Right into your mouth. Your lips part without hesitation, and her warm saliva lands on your tongue, thick and heavy. You moan as you swallow it, tasting her, wanting more. She leans down, grabbing your jaw, her mouth crashing into yours in a filthy, open-mouthed kiss.

It’s disgusting. Perfect.

Tongues sliding against each other, breath exchanged hot and fast, spit mixing and dripping from both your mouths. She moans into you, biting your lower lip, licking into your throat like she wants to devour you.

You kiss her back just as hard, pulling her closer until your bodies are flush again.

She growls against your mouth, “I’m not done,” she says, “Spread your legs.”

You obey, thighs parting wide as she grabs her cock and shoves back into you hard—no warning nor any hesitation. She pounds into you, rougher than before, her breath ragged, sweat dripping from her brow onto your chest.

You’re already soaked, but now the friction is loud, fast, uncontrollable. Her cock drives into you like it’s the last time, every thrust sending slick splashing out around her, coating your thighs, your ass, the sheets.

Her mouth is still on yours. She spits into you again mid-thrust, and you swallow it like it’s a promise.

“Say it,” she growls, “Say you fucking love when I use you like this.”

“I love it,” you moan, “I love your cock—please—don’t stop—”

Your voice breaks as she slams deeper, her tip kissing your cervix over and over again. Your pussy flutters around her, clenching greedily, your body so full you feel her in your stomach.

Her teeth sink into your neck, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to mark, “I’m gonna fucking cum,” she moans, “Gonna fill you up again. You want it, don’t you?”

You’re already nodding before she finishes the sentence.

Your pussy tightens around her cock with every thrust, the walls fluttering, swollen and slick, straining to keep up with her pace. The noise between your bodies is deafening—wet, hard, relentless. Every time her hips slam into yours, it forces a loud, obscene squelch of fluids pouring out around her shaft.

“Then fucking take it,” And this time, she doesn’t hold back.

You’re so wet it drips down your ass, spreading into the sheets below in sticky pools of cum and slick and sweat, and Lara is fully unraveling.

Her voice is nearly gone—what used to be teasing and dominant has broken into breathy moans, choked whispers. Her brows furrow, lips parted, spit and sweat clinging to her mouth. Her cock pulses inside you with each deep thrust, the base now soaked and glossy from your combined mess.

She gasps, “I’m gonna cum—fuck—I’m gonna—”

You wrap your arms around her, hold her against your chest, and pull her in deeper. She lets out a long, sweet sounding moan into your throat, and then her cock twitches violently.

Hot cum floods into you, thick spurts shooting deep and fast, one after another, each push stuffing more inside until you can’t hold it anymore. You feel it leak out around her, spilling in slow, white streams down your crack as her cock jerks inside you, uncontrollably pulsing.

But she doesn’t stop.

She can’t.

Instead, Lara drops her full weight onto you, pressing your body into the mattress with hers, her sweaty chest sliding against your tits, her face buried in your neck, mouth open, panting into your skin.

And she keeps fucking you.

Her hips move slower now, but deeper, grinding her cock through the mess she just poured inside you, pushing it deeper, sloppier. Every thrust forces more of her cum to spill out, warm and sticky against your thighs.

You whimper into her ear, “Too much—fuck—Lara—”

She shushes you with a kiss to your throat, her voice hoarse, breath hot, “No, you can take it. You can take all of it.”

Her thighs tremble above yours. She’s twitching, her cock raw and sensitive, yet still buried deep inside you, grinding with desperate need. Her sweat slicks your stomach. Her breasts slide against yours with every movement, the heat between your bodies overwhelming.

She’s not speaking anymore—only moaning softly into your neck, her breath broken, her lips trembling where they press against your throat.

You wrap your legs around her back, locking her in. She groans, thick and needy, her cock pulsing inside you.

“You’re still hard,” you whisper, dazed, ruined, voice cracking with disbelief.

Lara doesn’t answer. She only thrusts deeper, slowly, hips stuttering from overstimulation, still chasing something deeper, darker. But you feel how much she’s trembling. She’s hanging on by a thread.

And that’s when a thought hits you.

You’re soaked. Her cum, your slick, sweat, it coats everything. Your inner thighs are drenched, your folds swollen, messy with the proof of how much you both needed this.

You slide one hand between your bodies, fingers brushing your own slit. It’s slippery, dripping, warm, perfect. You drag your fingers through the mess, coating them in your mixed fluids, and reach lower, behind her.

She flinches the moment your fingers brush over her ass.

“F-Fuck—what are you—”

But she doesn’t stop you. She doesn’t pull away.

Her body freezes above yours for half a second, and you feel her cock throb hard inside you, twitching violently, her jaw slack with shock.

You tease her rim with your fingers, slow, slick circles, letting your wetness lube her up as her hole clenches under your touch.

She moans. Loud. High-pitched, feminine, and desperate. Her face buries deeper into your neck, “You’re gonna drive me fucking crazy,” she pants, voice cracking, “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

But you do.

You press one finger inside—slow, gentle—barely past the tip. She gasps, her whole body shuddering above yours. Her cock twitches again, thrusting instinctively deeper into your pussy. The feeling of your finger inside her, your walls squeezing her at the same time, and it breaks her rhythm completely.

She’s trying to keep fucking you, to stay in control, but her hips are grinding now, messy and frantic, her ass pushing back into your hand with each thrust. Your finger slips deeper, snug and slick, and her moans turn into whimpers.

“Please—don’t stop,” she breathes, “Just like that.”

You kiss her jaw, bite her neck, push your finger all the way in, then start to curl it slowly inside her. Her body is trembling hard now. Her cock drives in and out of you like she’s lost in it, driven purely by nerve and hunger, every thrust squelching through cum and slick that’s coating both of you, soaking the sheets below.

Your finger pumps in time with her hips, gently fingering her hole as she fucks you harder, more desperately. Her ass clenches around you, and she lets out another broken moan, buried in your skin, lost.

“Feels so fucking good—” she whines, “I’m gonna cum again—shit—don’t stop—don’t stop—”

The overstimulation hits both of you like a drug. Your pussy is spasming, sensitive and puffy, unable to stop clenching around her cock as it slides through the mixture of cum and slick. Lara’s body twitches each time your walls squeeze down.

She’s beyond words now.

Her hips start jerking erratically, not from rhythm, but need—the raw urge to keep you plugged, stuffed, marked. Every inch of her skin is slick with sweat, her scent mixing with yours, her cum mixing with your own arousal in a full-body mess.

She mouths your name again and again, lips dragging over your jaw, your neck, your ear. You feel her spit wet on your collarbone. You feel her cock throb inside you again, a second orgasm building under her breath.

“Lara, I’m gonna—” you choke. You can feel it building. Her body is a live wire—cock swelling, muscles tightening, everything slick and hot and shaking. Her thrusts get shorter, deeper, more erratic. You finger her faster, grinding your hips up into her at the same time, giving her everything.

And then she breaks.

Lara sobs out a moan as her cock explodes inside you again, spilling a second messy, hot load into your pussy, her hole clenching tight around your fingers as her entire body convulses.

Your back arches as you shatter.

Your pussy clenches violently around her, milking her through it, forcing more cum out of her twitching cock, both of you gasping into each other’s mouths, kissing messily, biting, panting, crying out into the sweat-soaked dark.

She doesn’t stop thrusting even as she cums. Even as she cries out. Even as her cock throbs inside your already-stretched, cum-filled cunt.

She keeps fucking you through it, through the overstimulation, sweat dripping off her face, hips grinding, trembling, body convulsing as you hold her, buried inside and out.

She’s panting into your ear now, voice thin and wrecked, “I’m yours. All fucking yours.”

The room is heavy with heat. The air smells like sweat, sex, and everything you poured into each other.

You’re still wrapped around her, limbs tangled, bodies fused by slick and cum and whatever’s left of your breath.

Lara finally stops moving. Not because she’s spent—no, her cock is still deep inside you, warm, thick, twitching—but because she knows you need it. She rests her weight on you completely, her head tucked under your chin, hair damp and wild against your neck. Her breath fans across your collarbone, hot and uneven.

“I didn’t mean to go that hard,” she murmurs, voice small and shaky. You smile into her hair, fingers gently combing through it, “You always say that.”

She lets out a soft, breathy laugh, but it fades quickly. Her lips move against your skin again. Kisses. Gentle, open-mouthed. Soft at first. But with every kiss, she lingers longer. Mouth pressed to your chest. Then your jaw. Then the side of your throat. Each one slower, wetter, needier.

She’s trying to be good. Gentle.

But her cock twitches again inside you, and she gasps, half surprised, half frustrated, “God, I’m still hard,” she whispers. She sounds almost embarrassed, “You really do something to me.”

You hum in response, rubbing her back. You can feel her sweat cooling on her skin, her thighs still trembling against yours.

She pulls back slightly to look at you. Her face is flushed, her hair a mess. But her eyes? They’re dark. Still hungry. Even as she holds you like you’re fragile, that look never softens.

It’s not gone; her need.

“Every time I kiss you,” she says quietly, “it gets worse.”

You tilt your head, teasing, “Then stop kissing me.”

Her eyes narrow. She leans in and kisses you again—slow, tender, but deep. Tongue sliding against yours. It’s supposed to be sweet, but the moment your mouths connect, the heat flares right back up between you. You feel her cock throb inside you again.

She breaks the kiss with a shaky exhale, “…See?” she says, her voice barely there, “I can’t. I literally can’t stop.”

You run your fingers down her back, “You don’t have to. Just… stay here.”

Lara nods, pressing her forehead to yours, “I will,” she whispers, “I’m not going anywhere.”

She stays buried inside you, even as her hips settle. Even as her hands stroke gently over your skin. She kisses your shoulder, your chest, your cheek. Not asking for more. Just… burning.

Because that’s what she is. Even in aftercare, Lara doesn’t cool down.

She just simmers.

Lara shifts her hips now and then—slow, subtle, like her body refuses to disconnect. Each movement pushes the mess deeper, making you shiver under her.

You stroke her back with one hand, the other gently resting against her waist. Her skin is hot to the touch. Still flushed. Still glistening.

“I should move,” she murmurs, not moving at all. You hum in response, fingers curling lightly into her side, “But you won’t.”

“No,” she admits softly, “I don’t want to.”

You lie there for a few more seconds. Her breathing evens out, her heart still hammering against your chest. Then she speaks again quietly, like the words might come apart if she says them too loud, “I hate that we have to pretend.”

You blink slowly, surprised by her honesty. Her voice is fragile now, stripped of her usual edge. She’s no longer the dominant bottom trying to wreck you. She’s just Lara, your sweet member, brown skin flushed, her body trembling against yours.

“I hate walking past you like none of this happened,” she says, “Like I don’t think about you constantly.”

You feel her cock twitch again inside you, just a little.

“I know we’re in the group. I know we’re supposed to be professional. But I can’t even stand next to you without remembering what you sound like when you cum.”

She lifts her head, eyes glassy but sharp. Her lips hover near yours.

“You’re older. You know better,” she says, a faint smile tugging at her mouth, “But you keep letting me fuck you.”

You raise your eyebrows, voice soft, “You think I let you?”

That earns a low, breathless laugh from her. She kisses you once, sweet and slow, but her hips grind into you again, like her body needs to match the weight of her confession.

“I want more than this,” she says, almost a whisper, “Not just the fucking. Not just sneaking into each other’s rooms after rehearsals.”

Her voice catches in her throat. Her cock pulses gently inside you.

“I want to take you out. Kiss your hand in public. Wake up next to you and not have to leave before anyone sees,” Her forehead presses to yours, eyes closed now, “And every time I say I won’t do this again… I end up buried inside you anyway. Because I can’t stay away.”

You don’t say anything at first. Your hands tighten around her, and her breath hitches again, like she’s afraid you’ll pull away.

But you don’t. Instead, you lean in and kiss her temple, “I think about you all the time,” you whisper. “Even when I shouldn’t.”

Her throat bobs as she swallows, “I really don’t want to be your secret,” she says, “Not anymore.”

Then, quietly, with a tremble in her voice—

“But I’ll stay one, if it means I still get to have you.”

Her hips grind once more, slow and sticky. Not for climax. Just to feel close. To stay inside. To stay connected. Her cock throbs lazily, still half-hard, surrounded by the cum she filled you with. She moans softly into your neck, not even trying to hide how turned on she still is.

And even in this moment—raw, vulnerable, honest—you both know…

This isn’t the last time.

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lascvitae · 1 month ago

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BOUT MINE ✵ LARA RAJ.

❀ ༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ alt. I BET YOU KNOW I

DON’T PLAY ABOUT MINE .ᐟ

ᝰ.ᐟ during katseye’s calvin klein shoot, a guy asks for a photo with you — and lara shuts it down before you can give a proper answer.

ᝰ.ᐟ pairing. lara x 7th member of katseye!reader ᝰ.ᐟ genre. fluff ᝰ.ᐟ warnings/tags. jealous && pouty lara, kissing

ᝰ.ᐟ wc 1.9k

ᝰ.ᐟ katty katseye x calvin klein when... also requested by anon

(🎧) now playing — bout mine by mariah the scientist.

masterlist.

THE AIR IN THE STUDIO IS THICK. you can feel the heat from the lights, hear the buzz of cameras clicking, and someone calling for more gloss. you’re standing in front of a white backdrop in calvin klein briefs and a white tank top, and the hem of the shirt just barely covers anything. it clings to your body like it knows who’s watching.

and you know who’s watching.

lara hasn’t taken her eyes off you once.

she’s off to the side, still in her solo set outfit: jeans and a calvin sports bra with one arm slung over the back of a metal stool. there’s a bottle of water in her hand she hasn’t touched. she’s just sat there the whole time, gaze fixed on you like she’s not in a studio surrounded by stylists, lighting techs, and your bandmates.

you flick your eyes toward her mid pose. she doesn’t flinch or look away. she smirks.

“lift your arms just a little. perfect. chin down, eyes right here.” the photographer says.

you hold the pose and let your mouth fall open just slightly. and still, somewhere behind all of the heat coming down onto you, you can feel lara’s stare dragging down your legs.

it’s not the first time she’s seen you in this outfit, but it’s the first time anyone else has.

you’re toweling off sweat and oil near the monitor when someone taps your shoulder.

“hey.” he says while grinning. it’s one of the male models from the joint campaign. you’ve spoken, like, twice.

“you killed it. wanna get a shot together?” he adds.

you raise an eyebrow. “a photo?”

“yeah. just us. for the campaign. you looked… insane.” he glances down your body slowly, running a hand through his hair afterwards.

then he laughs like it’s a compliment. like lara isn’t standing ten feet away.

you glance down at yourself — tank still sticking to every curve, briefs showing just enough — then back up at him.

“insane, huh?”

he smiles again. “yeah. you’ve got good chemistry. we’d kill a frame.”

your lips twitch. you’re two seconds from saying something unserious — maybe “you couldn’t handle it” — when a voice cuts in coming from just behind him.

“she said no.”

he turns slightly.

lara’s standing now.

she must’ve moved while he was talking, because she’s right there, still in her calvin sports bra and jeans, arms crossed under her chest, not smiling. her eyes flick from his face to yours and back, slow and sharp, and her expression is unreadable.

the kind of unreadable that makes people nervous.

“she didn’t say anything yet.” the model says, trying to keep it light.

“she doesn’t need to.”

he laughs. awkward. “didn’t mean to step on any toes.”

her jaw ticks. “then don’t.”

you press your lips together to hide the smile threatening to break out onto your face. you love this version of her — cool, protective, and intimidating.

the guy mumbles something like “got it” and backs off without another word.

only once he’s fully gone and out of view does lara finally exhale. her arms drop from her chest and she moves toward you with a sigh.

you tilt your head. “you good?”

she frowns at your water bottle. “you let him stand too close.”

you laugh. “you were right there.”

“he was flirting with you.” she says, voice quiet but pouty.

you smile a little. “maybe. you were watching?”

she rolls her eyes. “i always watch.”

you lean closer, hand brushing her wrist. “and?”

lara’s lips purse dramatically. “and he was touching his hair. who even does that?”

you laugh and she frowns even more, bottom lip stuck out just a bit. she shifts her weight like she’s still a little annoyed. it’s like she’s trying to be mad but barely holding the pout back.

“i didn’t like the way he looked at you.”

“i liked the way you looked at me.”

her breath hitches and you squeeze her hand. “cmere.”

she steps closer automatically and you lean in to press a kiss, soft, short, and sweet, right to her mouth.

her eyes flutter closed for just a second.

and when you pull back, her lip gloss is on your mouth and her face is just a little less tense.

“still mad?” you whisper.

lara shrugs, but it’s useless. she’s already leaning into you again.

“you’re so dramatic.” you murmur, tugging her hand.

“he was annoying.”

“you’re jealous.”

“not jealous. i just don’t like sharing.” she says, eyes flicking down your tank top like she’s lying.

you smile wider. “you don’t have to. i’m all yours, remember?”

she hums, lashes fluttering. “say it again.”

you say it softer. “i’m yours.”

she tugs the hem of your tank a little lower, like it suddenly bothers her how much skin is showing. “good. then don’t let anyone else look at you like that.”

and even though it’s barely above a whisper, you feel it all over.

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spiderb00 · 20 days ago

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- DOMESTICATED, L.R

"A stream with your friends may not go as planned when your girlfriend shows up to give you a warning"

warnings - fluff, reader is a streamer and a nerd, lara is bossy ;)

now playing - never lose me, by Flo Milli, SZA, Cardi B

"Tell me you don't ever wanna lose me"

Things were on fire on the live stream, the game you and your friends had chosen to play seemed silly at first, but soon things started to get a little heated between your friends.

Your friends' shouts were deafening to anyone outside, but the group of you didn't seem to be repulsed by the noise. The live chat didn't seem bothered either, spamming things and writing in caps lock just to match the tone of voice you were using.

You were red, the veins in your neck were popping and you'd lost count of how many times your mouse pad had been knocked off in the middle of a game.

The game you and your friends had chosen to stream today was among us, it had been a while since any of you had tried the game that had been a fever during the quarantine, so you decided to go back to the old days for at least one night.

“Oh no, you're going to blow that vein any minute...”

"IT WAS MEGAN! I'M PRETTY SURE SHE'S THE IMPOSTOR!"

“dude, it's already 1:00 am, your neighbors hate you :/”

You laughed lightly at Chat's comments, knowing full well that your studio has very good soundproofing, precisely because of the thousands of warnings and fines you've received for noise.

"Chat, I'm putting a bit of emotion into this game. I have to shout at these guys, or they'll just swallow me alive!" You protested.

You knew that your friends were just as noisy as you, so it was either scream or simply be devoured by the sea of voices.

Once again, a body was found, everyone gathering to discuss what had happened. You were controlling yourself, complying with the chat requests and trying not to scream so much, but fate wasn't cooperating with you.

Or at least Megan wasn't.

“Yn was close to the body... just saying!” That was a very big lie, you were doing your tasks, far away from wherever the little pink-haired liar had found the body.

“THAT'S A LIE!” Yeah, you couldn't control it.

"IT'S TRUE! I SAW IT WITH MY OWN EYES!" Megan shouted back, a small noise coming from her headset.

"MEGAN SKIENDIEL, YOU'RE A LIAR! AND PROBABLY THE MURDERER!"

“WHY WOULD I BE THE MURDERER?”

“WHY ARE YOU LITERALLY ACCUSING ME!”

“YOU'RE GUILTY!”

The shouting increased, your other friends joining in the discussion, some believing you and others believing Megan. The Chinese girl shouting at the top of her voice how everyone should vote for you.

“MEGAN, I SWEAR, YOU'RE A FUCKING LIAR...”

Suddenly, the door to your studio opened quickly, almost as if someone wanted to scold you about all your shouting and the unbearable noise coming from the room you were occupying.

When you saw Lara, your screams stopped, you let go of the button that allowed your microphone to turn on, and you took the headset out of your ears, letting it hang around your neck.

Your girlfriend was there, standing in the doorway with her arms crossed, in her pajamas and with an angry expression on her face, even if her eyes still had a sleepy haze.

“You're shouting so loudly that I can hear you through the acoustic!” The black-haired girl raised an eyebrow, looking at you with the look you knew all too well. "It's one in the morning, babe. Are you losing your mind?"

Shrugging in your chair, you shrugged embarrassedly, totally forgetting that the live - audience could still see and hear you.

“Sorry, babe.”

And there it is, the voice soft and low, the voice the chat hasn't heard since you started playing. The veins in your neck have disappeared and the expressions on your face have softened since Lara entered the room.

“If you're not going to finish the live now, at least be aware that it's late.” The Indian girl approached, grabbing your chin and pulling you away from the camera.

Her free hand wrapped around your hair, pulling you into a slow kiss. Lara's lips made you dizzy, and your hands reached for her waist as if it were a law to be obeyed.

At this point, you didn't even remember that there was a camera capturing it all, but your fans were catching every second of it, either to make cuts, edits, or just commenting madly on the chat.

“Omg, people, she's SO domesticated!”

“The way her voice dropped sharply, lara knows better :0”

“I love it when a nerd gets a baddie 💅”

“Girl, are you going to get down on all fours and bark?”

Pulling away from the kiss, Lara winked at you, dumping you completely motionless on the gaming chair and leaving the room.

You leaned back in your seat, dreamy eyes glancing in the direction of the chat, only to see all the comments you'd missed during your girlfriend's visit.

“Hey, I'm not domesticated!” You said, getting up and sitting down properly in the chair.

Putting your headphones back on, you looked at the computer screen again, only to see your character being thrown from the spaceship, and the classic message saying you weren't the impostor appearing on the screen. You took a deep breath before turning your microphone back on.

“MEGAN!”

just a little fic for you guys, hope you enjoyed it. this is very short, cos it's just an idea I had while gaming with my friends.

anyway, what did you think of beautiful chaos? i just loved it, i think my top 5 is

1. gameboy

2. M.I.A

3. Gabriela

4. Mean girls

5. Gnarly

not that I don't like gnarly, don't get me wrong, but as I've listened to it many times, I'm really addicted to the other songs at the moment.

Anyway, stay safe and drink water,

xoxo, spider.

#katseye imagines #katseye x reader #gxg #kpop fluff #katseye thoughts 💭#katseye lara x reader #lara raj x reader #lara x reader #lara raj thoughts 💭

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modanisgf · 1 month ago

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— KISS ME , LARA RAJ

“SO, KISS ME.”

✎ SYNOPSIS — you and lara going on your first date.

✎ PAIRING(S) — lara raj x fem!reader

✎ GENRE(S) — sort of in the 'talking stage', first date, wlw, idol!reader x idol!lara

✎ WARNING(S) — no important warnings but, my first time writing a fic in MONTHS. no one say anythign i literally started this like two days before posting #rushed

request from this ask!

lara was so scared. she wasn’t exactly one to have good first dates, and now she was getting ready to go on one with the prettiest girl she’s ever met. all of her members were surrounding her as she got ready, fueling her stress even more. questions from them were being shot at her every second.

“what does y/n like?”

“are you sure this is a good idea?”

“what dress are you wearing?”

lara groaned putting her head in her hands, causing her members chatter to fade out.

“lara is everything okay?” yoonchae asks.

“no, i’m so nervous. what if it goes bad?” lara mumbles.

“i promise it’ll be okay lara, y/n is a nice girl. anything that happens she’ll be okay with.” daniela says, smiling at lara.

the rest of the members agree, making lara relax a bit more. she was going to enjoy this date, and hopefully all of your future ones.

lara had finally left the house, saying goodbye to all her members before standing on their porch. she was waiting for you to pick her up, her nerves hitting her once again.

a small smile appeared on lara’s face at the sight of your car, it growing bigger as she saw you get out.

“lara!” you call out to the girl, running up to her to give her a hug.

the two of you embraced as soon as you were close enough, your hands holding onto lara’s waist tightly as if she was going to disappear. lara laughed softly at this, returning the same touch to you.

“i missed you so much.” you whisper, just loud enough for the girl in your arms to hear.

“i missed you too.” lara replies, smiling.

you soon let lara go, a huge smile on your face.

“i can’t believe this is our first date, i wish we weren’t both so busy.” you say sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck.

lara nods, it was hard for both of you to adjust to your busy schedules while getting to know each other. truthfully, the two of you were performers. your schedules clashed so much that even with you two exploring a connection for months, this was your first real date ever. sure you had hung out before but you never went out together, which is why lara is so anxious. she needs this date to go perfect, who ever wants to start off on a bad foot?

eventually the two of you get in your car and drive to the destination of your date, it was a surprise for lara so she was excited. once you reached the parking lot, lara gasped. you were both at a carnival, one of lara’s favorite first date ideas. (you knew that she loved carnivals, since she talked to you about them for a good hour once). you smiled, stepping out of the car. you made your way to lara’s door, making sure to open it for her and take her hand in yours.

“are you excited?” you ask.

you giggled at lara’s demeanor, the girl was overjoyed.

“yes, thank you so much y/n.” lara says, giving you a hug.

“y’knowww, i should get a kiss for this.” you say teasingly, “since it’s one of your favorite date ideas.”

lara laughed a bit before shaking her head, "maybe if you win me something?"

your smile fades, giving her an annoyed look.

"don't look so sad," lara warns, "you'll get a kiss soon enough, n/n."

“okay c’mon, let’s go!” she exclaims, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the carnival.

—

right now you were extremely focused on this basketball carnival game, trying to get all the baskets you possibly can. normally, you hated games like these but when you saw the look in lara’s eyes seeing the stuffed giraffe as a prize you couldn’t hold back.

you were so close to winning the stuffed animal, the worker handing you your last ball. you positioned yourself for a perfect shot, in which you made it.

"the giraffe please!" you say, smiling ear to ear at your win.

lara was staring at your face the entire time, you looked so pretty whenever you smiled. after giving lara the giraffe she thanks you, but not without saying something that catches you off guard.

"your smile is so pretty." lara mutters, making your heart soar.

"thank you." you reply softly.

something about the look on lara's face made you want to kiss her right there, the moment feeling so intimate. something in you knew it wasn't the right time though, your eyes quickly diverting from eye contact with lara to the ground.

"we should go on the ferris wheel!" you stammer, leaving lara confused at the sudden mood change.

she ignored it though, following you as you walked rather quickly to the ferris wheel.

—

the ride would've been much more enjoyable if lara didn't make you incredibly nervous, your confidence going down after the moment you just shared. honestly, you felt sort of sick to your stomach. you knew lara could sense your anxiousness, the girl taking her hand in yours and squeezing it.

"y/n," lara starts, making you look away from the window to look at her.

"i want you to be honest with me, did something go wrong?" she questions, making your heart drop.

"no!" you respond quickly, "sorry, i just i don't know.”

a moment of silence followed your response, both of you breaking eye contact. lara moved her hand to her lap, creating insane tension between you two.

“y/n, it’s okay if you didn’t like the date and you don't feel the same. we can always just leave after this—“ lara starts before you cut her off.

“no, i’m sorry i just didn’t know what to say.” you say grabbing lara’s hand back.

“i really like you lara, like really really like you. you’re so perfect in every way, you just make me nervous.” you admit to the girl, making her smile.

“i like you too y/n.” she replies, squeezing your hand.

“does that mean i can get that kiss now?” you joke, making her laugh.

“yes you can.”

lara wraps her hands around your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. you hold her waist, keeping her close to you as kiss her. finally after a few moments, you both pull away.

you lock eyes, lara speaking up soon after your kiss almost out of breath.

“i want to kiss you again, so bad.”

“so, kiss me.”

—

it was safe to say you and lara did almost anything but enjoy the ferris wheel view, but frankly you didn't care. you'd never been happier in your life, holding hands with the girl of your dreams. it was time to say your goodbyes, as you had just arrived at her members house. the moon shining just right on lara's face, making you stare at her in awe.

you smile briefly at the girl before holding her face for a quick kiss, "today was fun." you say after.

"it really was." lara says.

the two of you hug, holding each other tightly just like you had hours before.

"i think i deserve at least one more kiss y'know?" you tease, making lara laugh softly.

"whatever you say," she muttered, her hands moving up towards your face as she pulled you in for another kiss. it felt so right kissing her, especially in this moment as the two of you kissed for what felt like ages. neither of you wanted to let go, but it was getting late.

"i have to go.." you murmur, making the girl in your arms groan.

"text me when you're home?" lara asks, to which you nod.

"always." you say, beginning to leave before lara grabs your hand again gently.

her body moved before she could really think of what she wanted to do, leading to her uttering out a quick question.

"will you be my girlfriend?" she says softly, "i want this to be more than a one time thing, no matter how busy we are."

feeling flustered at her words you reply simply, "of course."

you really hoped lara would miss your blush as she leaned in for one last kiss, the two of you giggling as you pulled away.

and just like that all of your wishes were granted, you were finally lara's and she was finally yours.

#katseye x reader #katseye #katseye imagines #katseye lara #lara raj x reader #lara raj #katseye scenarios

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sirenontheloose · 27 days ago

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Please Don't Clip This

Crushes are just little heart attacks you enjoy

The livestream wasn’t planned. No announcement, no fancy setup. Just Y/N in her studio, sleeves pushed up, hair pulled into a loose bun, a mug sitting beside her laptop as Rosé’s new album played quietly in the background. She leaned forward to adjust the screen, face lit softly by the glow of the monitor.

"Hi," she started. "Was gonna listen to this alone, but figured I might as well have a little listening party with you guys."

The chat lit up instantly. Some fans welcomed her back, others teased her for ghosting them again. She skimmed the comments, eyes flicking left to right as a small smile tugged at her lips.

"Water," she said, lifting her mug. "No snacks sadly. This wasn’t planned," she pouted.

She let a few tracks play without interruption, swaying slightly to the beat, reading comments here and there while the music filled the room.Then someone asked about LA.

"When am I going back? Next week, actually. For about two weeks." She paused, then lowered her voice. "I don’t know if I can say this but... I’ll start working on my solo."

The comments instantly exploded. She didn’t elaborate, just smirked a little and took a sip like she hadn’t just dropped major news.

Then the tone of the chat shifted. Some fans asked what the solo would sound like, while others started suggesting people she should hang out with in LA. At first, it was casual. But then one name kept popping up.

KATSEYE.

And more specifically, Lara.

"Lara?" Y/N leaned forward again, squinting slightly to keep up with the flood of messages. "From KATSEYE?"

The comments answered immediately.

"Yeah, she’s in LA." "She said you’re her bias." "She mentioned she likes your tone and stage presence." "@lararaj, just look."

Y/N didn’t say anything. She just grabbed her phone and started typing.

A few seconds of silence passed. Her eyes locked onto the screen. Then she started scrolling, slowly.

For a good five minutes, there was nothing. No commentary. Just Y/N, completely locked in, quietly staring at her phone.

Her lips parted slightly. She blinked once. Then a quiet, almost breathless whisper escaped before she could stop it.

"Wow. She’s gorgeous."

The chat instantly lost it.

"She’s gone." "We’re watching her fall in real time." "HELLO???" "Down bad but respectfully." "This is the softest spiral ever." "She forgot we’re here."

Her mouth curved into a small, helpless smile. She tapped into a video post, watched it more than once probably, and only then did it seem to hit her that she wasn’t alone.

She set her phone down on the desk, screen facing down, and leaned back in her chair with a quiet, guilty sigh. One glance at the chat told her it was already too late.

"I hate you guys," she mumbled, tugging the sleeve of her hoodie over her hand and dragging it across her mouth like she could erase the past five minutes.

The teasing came fast.

"You’ve been quiet for three whole songs." "Are you okay? Blink twice if you’re in love." "Would you DM her?" "You’re smiling again."

Y/N laughed softly, sinking lower in her seat.

"I was just... looking."

More comments scrolled past.

"What if she sees this?" "Someone tag her." "It’s over for you, girl."

"Y’all..." she started, then stopped mid-sentence.

Her eyes froze on one comment.

hey?

The username next to it is @lararaj

She blinked. Once. Then again.

Silence.

The chat exploded.

"OH MY GOD." "NO WAY." "LARA ENTERED THE CHAT." "SHE’S HERE." "EVERYBODY STAY CALM." "SHE SAW EVERYTHING."

Y/N didn’t move. Her hands flew up to her face as she let out a soft, horrified laugh. Then she hunched forward over her desk like she could disappear into it, muttering,

"Nope. Nope. I’m ending this. I’m ending this right now."

She fumbled for her mouse, keeping her head low as her other hand stayed half-covering her face. Her ears were visibly pink. Her embarrassment was so real, it radiated through the screen.

"Thanks for hanging out," she said quickly. "Please don’t clip this. And Lara..." she hesitated, groaning softly, "if you’re here, I promise I’m not weird."

Then the screen cuts to black.

And the next morning, #ynra was trending in eight countries.

next masterlist

divider - @v6que

a/n - can you tell I'm obsessed with Rosé?, can't wait for "On My Mind" this Friday OMG. I’ve also been working on a few other one-shots, but none of them feel "fun" enough imo. Sooo if there’s anything you’d love to read or maybe tropes you’re into right now, let me know!

#katseye #katseye x reader #lara raj x reader #lara raj #daniela avanzini #manon bannerman #megan skiendiel #jeong yoonchae #katseye imagines #sophia laforteza #wlw #sirenontheloose

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sillymommy6969 · 4 days ago

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𝓖𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝓛.𝓡.

♱ 𝒚𝒕 𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒐; lara loves herself a good, obedient girlfriend--unluckily for you, she was a huge fucking tease

♱ 𝒄𝒘; 7th member!au, affectionate!lara, obsessed!lara, lara deliberately ignoring all the pr rules just to see you squirm

𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆, pt. one

𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒂’𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒚: 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚/𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒕

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆ 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑 𝒐𝒏𝒆: [ weverse ] post-sliming with solarchipn/n

“it went straight up my nose. i was trying to smile and wave the pain away, but i had so much slime in my brain, i could barely think.” you sighed, shuddering at the reminiscent of the green thickness shooting up your nostrils. you resisted gagging at the consistency, but managed to keep beaming at the crowd for image’s sake. “it was super iconic though.”

just a couple hours after the kids choice awards, the four of you were driven back to the company for some debriefings. manon, daniela and megan insisted on heading home for a long, deep cleanse straight after, whilst you four lingered.

user01 the difference in outfits right now is taking me out

user02 “fertilize us, y/n!” my eggs yell out in unison

user03 face cards so lethal the post-slime glow don’t decline

whilst lara and yoonchae were dressed in throw-ons, you and sophia showed up to the awards prepared. whilst the filipina had on a matching two piece with platforms, you wore a mesh top with some low-waisted shorts; contrary to lara’s leopard print sweats, black hoodie and sunnies. you teased her, saying megan’s “adam sandler” aesthetic was rubbing off on her.

“yeah, and then you came out looking like a snack.” lara groaned, grabbing your hips once you were done flashing the camera your outside. she pulled you down onto her lap.

“ah--! raja, be careful.” you whined, wriggling in her arms. her hands slide across your stomach, circling around your waist.

“no, i need to gatekeep,” lara squealed, holding you in place as you struggled to free yourself from her grasp. she buried her face into the back of your neck, shielding her face from the live. you clicked your tongue at her childish antic. “babe, i look so ratchet right now, i need you here so they’re distracted.”

user04 “babe” “i need you here” lara oil up i’m omw??!!!

user05 landlord charged me a pet fee the way i was barking

user06 didn’t ask for a paint job but the walls are white

the nickname visibly caught you off guard, you stopped struggling for a moment, but when you snapped yourself out of your daze, you eyed sophia, who knew just what to do.

“did i tell you guys we ended up going to the afterparty anyways?” sophia laughed, grabbing the phone from the table roughly. now only the two roommates were onscreen, stalling, and ignoring many, many suspecting comments.

user07 oh so ya’ll were serious abt the gatekeeping

user08 the way it got so hard it ripped through my pants

user10 lara forgot they under contract for a sec

when the phone was set back down, you had moved off her lap, tucked comfortably between lara and yoonchae. despite getting a one-minute scolding from you for not being able to keep her hands to herself, lara couldn’t resist the hand that crept into your lap, her warm hand palming your plush thigh.

the next fifteen minutes, you found it hard to focus on engaging with whatever shenanigans the girls were entrapped in. you tried, and failed, sliding her hand off multiple times.

“no, that was megan! people thought she was in a mood after getting slimed, ‘cuz she was giving people the stink eye and was, like, trying to escape, but she just couldn’t see ‘cuz of the gunk.” sophia laughed, the manic sound echoed across the room. you heard lara laugh along beside you, whilst her hand slid higher up your thigh. you cursed yourself for wearing bottoms that were just so tempting to her.

“wait, did you guys have water in your trailer?” yoonchae asked, head whipping towards you. you glanced back at lara, who answered much too fast for you to do damage control.

“no, they told us there wasn’t enough hot water, so i just hopped in when y/n was--!” the indian singer answered mindlessly. her eyes were trained on you when you slapped a hand over her mouth. the hand she had in your lap tightened, patting the inside of your thigh, as if gesturing, ‘let go’.

“so… ya’ll showered together?” sophia teased, eyeing you.

lara finally stopped trying to wring free from your hand, obediently sitting with her mouth still covered. “it’s not like that, i was already about to come out when she got in.”

though she had lost her speaking privileges, the woman beside you had no shame in sliding her hands across the exposed small of your back. her arm encircled you, fingers worming just into your waistband. she subconsciously pulled you closer to her, your hand still snug across her cheeks.

“mhm,” yoonchae sassily remarked, “you’re getting red.”

your hands shot up to feel your cheeks, and sure enough, they were warm to the touch. sophia pointed at you, falling back into the couch in a fit of hysterical laughter.

“i’m feeling kinda hot, stop grasping at straws, guys.”

“how’re you hot in that tiny little outfit?” lara egged the teasing on, the hand not under you tugging at the strap of your top. you swatted her hand away, groaning in embarrassment as your cheeks flushed a deeper shade. her hand raised to gently cradle your head, pulling you into her. you let her cuddle you, shielding your face from the live. “oh, i’m sorry, babe. don’t feel embarrassed, it’s nothing i’ve never seen before--wait.”

user11 god wasn’t the reason i was on my knees just now but i’m glad my prayers were answered anyway

user12 if this ain’t some kinda confirmation then i’m done

user13 no guillotine could take away the head i’d give them

user14 thank you lesbian jesus i can die happy now

user15 i have one shower and two holes just for yall let’s go!!

“this is what third-wheeling in 4k looks like.” yoonchae muttered into the camera. you whined, hooking your arms around the youngest as she squealed.

“hey, i’m just telling my truth right now,” lara sighed, holding her hands up. she adjusted the hood over her head, her smile infectious. once yoonchae had successfully struggled away from your wrath, she anchored her hips down into her lap once more. you figured you shouldn’t draw attention to it, so you let her this time. big mistake. “like, come on, babe, why’re you acting like you didn’t help get the slime outta my hair?”

“oh my god,” sophia sighed, fingers rubbing her temples.

as the two of you bickered to defend each of your own cases, the roommates beside you seemed rather unfazed by the banter. yoonchae read the comments, laughing into the collar of her jacket at a particular one that made her crack up.

“someone said this is ‘katseye shower gate 2025’!” she cackled, falling backwards into the couch as the three of you leant forward to catch the comment she had read aloud.

user16 as a single gal this is what they’ll show me in hell

user17 y/n really said head… and shoulders

user18 y/n is slow burn and lara is a fucking arsonist lmao

“okay, can we go back to talking about how sophia almost took out the entire lighting crew backstage when she slipped in the slime?” you muttered, face half-buried in your hands. you felt lara’s hand, warm against the skin of your back away from the cameras. you weren’t going to fight it… for now.

sophia scoffed, “you’re lucky i didn’t fall into yoonchae, we’d be going live from a hospital room right now if that happened.”

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆ 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑 𝒕𝒘𝒐: [ weverse ] lara exposing n/nlarz in chat

lararajj guys you will not guess what i just found

lararajj remember when i had my eyebrow slit during sis era

lararajj i just found a video of y/n’s reaction ahaha

lararajj but yall better not clip this and send it to her cuz she’ll slit my throat then sell my organs

lararajj *voice memo* transcription: [laugh] i actually, am so flabbergasted by this video, because y/n was just so gagged when she saw it. i’m so glad i found this, this is so funny.

lararajj *voice memo* transcription: i think i did it cuz we saw rosalía like the weekend before, and she was like, “oh my god, i love the slit, she’s so fucking hot!” so i wanted to try it.

lararajj *1:43 video file attached*

the video started with lara checking herself out in her phone camera, finger gently caressing the fresh slit in her brow hair. a wide smile was evident on her lips, her tongue stroking the corner of her mouth as she hissed. her fingertip found its way between her teeth. “okay, let’s go show her.”

lara had the ingenious idea to diy her next impulsive physical alteration: a razor, a lousy reference picture, and prayers.

you were lounging in the kitchen, waiting for the new tea maker megan had got you for christmas to work its magic. the footage shook, your slight frame barely visible when lara first strutted into the room. your eyes shot up instinctively, and you could almost feel the pride seeping out the indian singer.

“oh,” you paused, mouth agape, “my god. what did you do?”

you hadn’t noticed she was recording, too entrapped by the woman’s new getup. your hand left your phone, setting it down on the kitchen island counter before lifting to cover your mouth. all that came out of you was a stuttered gasp, before lara’s phone was poorly placed on the island, camera up.

“you like it?” lara asked, biting her lip. one hand found your waist, the other tugging at your wrist gently so she could see your stunned expression. you let out a strained chuckle.

“babe, what did you do?” you repeated, your hand reaching to brush her red locks from her eyes. your fingertips ran across her eyebrow, feeling the smooth skin just between the hair. your jaw dropped, shaking your head in disapproval. though, you couldn’t contain the amused grin ghosting your lips. “sophia’s gonna kill you, what were you thinking?”

“i thought it looked cool, i wanted to try it!” she replied, her eyes never tearing away from your smile. she didn’t seem bothered by the hollow reminder of her suffering of sophia’s wrath. “what? do you only like it on rosalía?”

“really? that’s why you did it?” you asked, sighing softly.

lara shrugged, pursing her lips. “no, i did it ‘cuz i thought you would think i look cool. but it’s obvious you hate it.”

she faked a sob, her head dropping into her free hand.

you clicked your tongue at her theatrics, swatting her in the shoulder. “you have got to stop doing stupid shit after 10, you know your impulsiveness is like heightened at night.”

“hey, hey, i came to fish for compliments, not be insulted.”

you rolled your eyes, but your lips betrayed the true thoughts behind your riveting gaze. you crossed your arms, feeling her hands claw at the waistband of your sweats. with the way she was staring at you, you could only cave: “you look good.”

she smirked. “good? so you want me to shave it off entirely?”

“no!” your hand found the strap of her top, fixing the twist in it. “don’t you dare touch your beautiful brows.” she urged you to finish what she knew you were about to say, but it came out much cornier than you had intended. “it suits you,” you confessed, “you look very pretty like this.”

she grabbed her phone with her left hand, her right arm encircling around your waist to pull you into her embrace, her front pressed flush against yours. her cheek kissed yours, her cool, supple skin meeting the heat flushing to your face. she growled playfully, scrunching her nose as you squealed at the sudden contact, beaming into the camera.

“ya’ll hear that? i got the y/n stamp of approval.”

in the presence of a recording, you instantly try and worm out of her grasp, like a reflex. you nudged her in the arm, “oh my god, what the fuck, you were recording me?”

“i wanted to get your reaction!” she confessed, her face scrunched into a grimace as you wormed in her arms.

“delete that. right now.” you whined, reaching for her phone.

the further your hand went, the shakier the footage got. your scoldings was followed by a loud squeal from lara, then the video cut off just as quick, ending on a dizzying shake.

lararajj ok tbf she helped me fix it after so in the pics i posted on instagram after it looked sm better

lararajj i just couldn’t resist this video is too funny lol

lararajj istg if you guys snitch on me ill get my ass whooped

tiktok comments under #n/nlarz #wuhluhwuh #katseye

user01 girl you trusted the wrong fandom lmao

user02 poojah what is this behaviour

user03

user04 i love how to fandom collectively was not fazed

user05 haven’t heard from lara after this post…

user06 i just know she stays raising y/n’s bp in a bad way

user07 n/nlarz is real i yell as they drag me off to a padded rm

user08 i just know the girls are sick of their asses

user09 does y/n know its legal now

user10 before n/nlarz there were n/nmanz and solarz

user11 sigh i only ever cry on this app

user12 someone tell lara she’s supposed to keep it a secret

user13 lara being their biggest threat of exposure is so funny

lararajj i’m alive. the best person and most beautiful, talented, amazing y/n has busted me. this is my official public apology (im sorry y/n please forgive me) and i am beyond disgusted by my own behaviour and it will never happen again (yall ain’t ever getting another video i learnt my lesson :P )

user14 not the public apology bro is being strung on a leash

user15 omg y/n got her ass swatted lmao

user16 justice for lara she has freedom of speech (y/n ily)

user17

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆ 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆: [ fan submission ] cali tailgating experience

the hollywood tailgating experience was such a joy, for both the fans and for you. the seven of you were spread out across a minivan set, dressed to a t after an hour or so in hair and makeup. you and megan insisted on djing, and after reluctant confirmations from your managers, the two of you stood before the dj station, sunglasses hanging off your nose.

you held the mic, clapping as sophia introduced the group properly. as she wrapped up her opening remarks, she glanced over at you, gesturing for you and megan to take the baton.

“well, i know ya’ll aren’t here for the boring speeches, so who’s ready to shake some ass up in this bitch!” the pink-haired girl practically yelled into her microphone. the fanfare roared, phones soaring into the air. cued by her nod, you turned a knob on the turntable, the beat to gnarly began booming through the speakers. you gestured for her to press a button on her side of the board, and a remixed twist to the song sounded.

as you spent time jamming to your new releases with the fans, lara hopped from the ground where her was standing.

whilst you were distracted, mouthing the lyrics to the title track, she wedged herself between you and her roommate. her left hand rested on your waist, the other arm raising to bop to the beat. you hadn’t noticed until all phones seemed to be trained on you now, it was only then did you feel lara’s warmth embracing you. her fingertips grazing just under the hem of your top as her hand slipped higher and higher.

you subtly laced your fingers into hers, palming her hand. you lifted your arms, twirling yourself out of your embrace before she told the gathered fans something you can’t take back.

thankfully, you played it off as dancing. the fans didn’t seem to notice, but lara took is as a challenge.

whenever a slower song played, she would press her front into your back, arms locking you in place as she swayed the both of you to the beat. whenever you’d warningly tap her or whisper a disregarded reminder in her ear, she’d just smirk back, as if she hadn’t heard you. then, some gesture would follow, be it grabbing your hips to twerk to the pre-chorus of gnarly or holding your hand as she guided you for touch.

finally, you managed to catch a breath from your overtly affectionate bandmate, hopping off to get closer to the fans.

many videos posted from this fanmeet caught lara staring shamelessly, her eyes half-lidded and a soft smirk on her lips as she swayed to the muted beat of the b-side they were playing. even when daniela tried yelling some request into her ear, she didn’t pry her eyes away from your frame.

when lara finally descended to give out autographs and take pictures, it teased at what was going to be a #n/nlarz clip.

“lara! can you sign next to your bias, please!” the fan yelled.

lara laughed, grabbing the pen from the woman. her friend held her phone up, recording the ordeal. the singer doesn’t blink, shaking her head in amusement at her fans’ creativity.

she smirked, grabbing the poster. “that’s super fucking easy.”

she turned the poster, humming lightly, before signing directly next to your face. she traces a big heart around your head, before pecking your cheek. the glossy print of her plump lips sealed her signature. she handed the pen and poster back, hearing some shrieks and squeals from around them at her choice. she glanced over her shoulder, searching for you, saying, “hope y/n doesn’t mind me taking her spot.”

every fan within earshot lost their collective minds, catching your attention down the other end of the barricades.

you rolled your eyes, knowing not to encourage the woman’s antics. still, you were curious to see what she had done. when you had made your way over to where she was standing, she grabbed you by the back of your neck, pointing at the proud doodles she had made on the girl’s poster.

“lara, what the hell, you, like, ruined my face.” you scoffed.

her fingers around the back of your neck tightened, her grin grew wider as you took the pen from the fan.

“relax, baby, they asked me to sign by my bias. that’s it.”

[ lara ran calling y/n l/n baby in real time?? what the fuck ]

[ so she’s both her bias and her wife apparently ]

[ guys op posted a pic of the poster on tt and lara looped the l with a heart. she’s signing a wedding certificate next yall ]

“y/n, can you also sign next to your bias?” the fan beckoned eagerly, the poster shaking in her hands as she jumped.

you chuckled at her excitement, giving lara a cheeky glare before taking the poster. lara narrowed her eyes at the fans, before hooking her arm around your neck. she pinched your cheek. “there’s only one right answer, don’t fuck it up.”

you scoffed, eyes landing on the youngest member’s spot by your face. you quickly signed your name by yoonchae, writing a message: “xoxo chip’s biggest fan, y/n <3” you drew tiny hearts around the girl, before handing it back to the fan. you smiled widely at the indian girl, who stared at the posted with a dropped jaw. you just laughed, stepping out of her grasp and towards the youngest down the way.

“you all saw that, right? she’s lying!” lara yelled after you.

[ i can’t even get my huzz to like my story but they out here doin this in front of thousands of fans lmao ]

[ they’re so frenemies to lovers they stay pissing eo off ]

[ bro lara and y/n be giving us more lore in a fan event than marvel has in four fucking movies ]

[ and the crowd is… suddenly open to swinging? ]

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆ 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓: [ weverse ] lara’s studio snippets

“okay, but i’m never really home a lot, so i can’t be in the studio as much as i wanna be.” lara confessed, staring off camera at the computer screen. “but, i don’t know, i work on it whenever i can. which is, like, really not as often as i should be.”

in specs, hair parted to the side and a black wife-beater, lara sat before the table of equipment in hybe’s production studio.

“okay, over christmas, i wrote two songs. the first one was the one i recorded over my favourite summer walker beat, and the other one is called homegirls, and i’m almost finished working on like a really rough demo of it.” she chuckled, glancing back and forth between the live’s comments and the soundtrack.

user01 you mean the christmas y/n spent with your family??

user02 someone tell hybe to let my girl in the studio omg

user03 wait omg did my favourite n/nlarz write a song tgt?????

“our producer, nick helped me finish the beat, but i haven’t recorded any singing yet.” she reached for the headphones behind the phone, tugging it over her head. “so, i’m going to record it right now, so none of y’all make a sound, okay?”

user04 girl’s acting like she can hear me screaming rn

user05 uhm no ma’am if you’re singing live i will be screaming

user06 girl who are you writing songs abt spill

lara picked up a microphone, typing something in before the introduction to her song started. she held the mic up to her lips, head bopping to the rough bass nick played.

“girl it’s been a long time. i don’t mean to scare you, i’m sorry.” she hummed softly, “i just wanna make you all mine, i know we’re friends, but, baby, if you’d let me in, i can show you what you’re missing.” her eyes fluttered shut, her voice stiffening as she hit a higher tone, “i can touch you in the right way… he won’t do you like i would.”

last december, you and your parents decided you’d spend the holidays with the raj’s after a mutually agreeing they deserved to go on the cruise you had so generously bought passes for.

throughout the joyous break, fans who had bumped into the both of you, lara’s parents and cousins, and the both of you all posted snippets of you enjoying the time you spent with them. eyekonville insisted the two of you were enjoying “dates” when you weren’t with the family, seen being close and enjoying each other’s company before being approached by fans.

it was about the same time rumours of you and an actor, whom shall be unnamed because he’s too big a star in the hit tv show, obx. but after a long nights of arguing with fans on her own reverse chat, it was clear lara was upset about the topic.

user07 you wrote this when you and y/n were sharing a bed?? lara you are absolutely insane for these lyrics???????

user08 poojah what is this behaviour??

user09 omg y/n’s got her feining for that strap girl

user10 so yall locked in real good after meeting the parents cuz why did you write this lara raj

user11 this is so gay n/nlarz you will always be famous

“just give me one night, you’ll look at me different. lately you’ve been what i’m needing. red hair, you’re changing up the colour.” she continued, the sultry beat lingered, and thought the indian singer wasn’t paying the chat any mind, comments of a certain katseye member began flooding in. “homegirls, but i wanna be your lover. one night, kissing on your body. girl, i’ll never leave you lonely.”

you and lara had a very “friendly” relationship. from a close friendship on dream academy to sharing unsubtle looks of yearning throughout the debut era, to fully just trying not to get in trouble with your management team.

“i wanna be your lover. baby, if you’d just give me a chance.”

it was almost a running joke, the way you fought for your life to defend your lack of a relationship. you were sure none of your fans with half a brain believed you, but if you, the last one standing between the blending of your career and your private life, stood aside, you were sure the consequences would be just as catastrophic as it would be freeing.

it was just unfortunate lara didn’t share that belief, she had never once agreed with the “tuck it away” strategy the two of you were told to comply with. so she made it her mission to tread the blurry boundary to show the world her affections.

you just wished it wasn’t at the expense of your sanity.

“wow, sounds like someone likes the song.” she chuckled, scanning the flurry of positive comments. she couldn’t help but grin wider at the sight of your name, before glancing away.

user12 i’m actually abt to cry my mother is writing love songs on her main for my other mother

user13 y/n istg if you don’t cherish this woman i will

user14 i actually don’t know who i want to be more right now

user15 lara touch your nose if this is about y/n

the indian singer took her headphones off, her head resting on her palm. her pointer finger came out from under her chin, tapping the tip of her nose as she let out an exaggerated hum.

“that’s all i’m gonna show you guys for now, but i think it’s coming along pretty good so far. don’t you agree?”

she leant back into her seat, elbows on the arm rests as her eyes narrowed to read the chat. the corners of her lips quirked, enjoying the chaos she had wrecked with the showcase of a song she had clearly written for you. requests for her to sing it again, or to release it overcame any other comments.

“release it? i might just keep this as a gift from me to her.”

user16 katseye pr team are god’s strongest soldiers

user17 from me to her? you’re just missing the name drop atp

user18 well we should say our farewells cuz y/n’s killing you fs

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆ 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑 𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆: [ ig live ] the manila clubbing incident (in honours of pazzi hard launching cuz i’ve prayed for this)

after the manila fan showcase, sophia’s friend had the grand idea of taking you to a very locally-famed club near the hotel you were staying at. he had kindly reserved a section of the bar just for the seven of you to enjoy some drinks before you got to the clubbing part. so, you all settled for a couple shots.

she was three shots of tequila and a vodka redbull deep when megan suggested to go live on instagram, when nobody was sober enough to protest, she turned on a livestream.

“aye, everybody say ‘whassup live’!” megan yelled, holding up her phone. everybody began waving, posing and yelling back greetings for the livestream. she began giggling to herself, her cheeks flushed and her eyes lazily hooded. she leant close to read the comments from viewers flooding in, a sheepish grin spread across her face. “where are we? we at a club right now.”

user01 omg they’re so baked right now this is crazy

user02 they really taking full advantage of the rule lift huh

user03 we got drunkseye before gta 6 dawg

megan and sophia dominated most of the stream, being loud and unfiltered as they engaged with fans. it wasn’t until the comments started noticing the other girls hadn’t been shown on camera, before the two started waving the phone around.

“what--? no! yoonchae isn’t here, she’s with my parents right now.” sophia answered a little too loudly, “where’s manon? she’s right here! are ya’ll sick of us already?”

she whipped her phone towards manon, who twirled daniela around to the deafening beat blaring from the dj’s station.

“and there’s sophia’s goated friend.” he blew the live a kiss.

“wait, where’s--!” the camera shook, but sophia’s figure could be seen, just behind her was another one of her friends, and sat just perfectly in frame was the very familiar figure of your back. straddling somebody’s lap, your body arched into their embrace, a slick, tan hand running its nails up your skin.

just as quickly as you appeared onscreen, you were gone.

“oop--!” megan squeaked, phone snapping back on the side of her face. her eye pried as wide as they could, her flushed cheeks suddenly paled. “uhhh… anyway! yeah, we all here!”

user04 megan meiyok skiendiel. i fucking saw that.

user05 no go back what the actual fuck did i just witness

user06 was that n/nlarz????? oh my god?????????????

user07 megan is so messy cuz why is she always at the scene of the crime lmao (especially when it comes to n/nlarz)

“what? ya’ll didn’t see anything.” megan replied frantically, she set her phone down on the table, a shot of her face from the bottom. she eyed sophia, a finger at her lips as she chewed on her nail. in a bit, the filipina took over the phone, her and megan’s face close enough just to cover the entire screen.

“background? no, you didn’t see anything though.”

“yeah, ya’ll actually didn’t see anything.”

“guys, guys, come on, stop playing around.”

“how was the manila showcase? did you guys like this?”

user08 nah yall ain’t getting outta this knot now

user09 yall just set eyekonville on fire this is absolutely insane

user10 tt eyekons are fast there’s already clips of it everywhere

user11 this is pazzi all over again (except gayer)

user12 i can’t believe megan just exposed them at a bar lmao

user13 so… is n/nlarz real or just a crazy fan ship?

𝒂𝒏; and here she is. guys all your comments and chats make my day even if i don’t reply to all of them!! leaving feedback or just coming to chat is very much welcome… lmk what yall think

𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒙𝒙

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synopsis: you fake date the camp’s most irritating hermes girl to get a boy off your back. the problem? you might actually like her.

TW: blood, sword fighting.

pairing: hermes daughter!megan x athena daughter!reader

genre: fluff. really, really small angst.

word count: 5.3k

being athena’s favorite child was incredible. that’s what you tell everyone.

having your mother’s blessing was amazing. because of it, you were always chosen for important missions.

going to the underworld to convince hades not to let all souls free? you were first on the list. rescuing ares from an invisible island that hephaestus had built himself? the spot was yours. camp half-blood was under attack by cyclops? you were there, front line, commanding the troops.

you were an incredible fighter and a brilliant strategist. no one could deny it. but you were also a great person, nice and kindhearted. nobody hated you, nobody could hate you.

nobody except hermes’ head counselor.

the feeling was mutual though. you couldn’t stand the girl either.

she was insufferably annoying. you were sure everything she did and every word that came out of her mouth made a grey hair grow on you. she never took anything seriously. not even on life or death situations. always cracking jokes at the worst time. normally you wouldn’t even be bothered by someone joking around, but megan skiendiel just knew how to get under your skin.

that’s why you were dreading next week’s capture the flag.

normally you wouldn’t accept teaming up with the hermes cabin. but this time chiron had chosen the alliances. and you weren’t one to disobey superiors, so you had to suck it up, as yoonchae said, and be the bigger person.

“skiendiel!” you called out, making the girl stop mid conversation with her friends and look your way “training grounds. now.” without waiting for an answer you walked off.

“ohhh, someone’s in trouble” lara teased.

yoonchae laughed softly while megan glared at her “she’s your sister, what does she want?”

the younger girl shrugged “probably about capture the flag. you know she takes this seriously.”

megan groaned “i don’t know why chiron thinks this is a good idea. i would much rather be on lara’s team.”

“tell her that and see how well it goes.” lara grinned “you should hurry up, she hates when people are late.”

with a final groan, she stood up and made her way to the training grounds.

when she arrived, she expected to see sophia, apollo’s cabin head counselor, but instead she found one of the filipina’s siblings, some guy named michael that megan absolutely loathed.

“what is he doing here? where’s sophia?” she said, making her presence known.

you looked visibly relieved that she had arrived in that moment. you even smiled. “i was just asking michael if he could bring her here.”

“okay, then go.” megan told the boy harshly.

he didn’t even bother to look at the hermes girl. his attention was still fully on you. “i’ll look for her, but first i want a real answer to my question.”

you tried your best to not roll your eyes “i already told you, i’m dating someone.”

“i don’t believe you. you can’t even tell me his name.”

“megan” you blurted out. “her name is megan.”

megan’s eyes widened. but instead of denying anything, she smoothly wrapped an arm around your shoulders pulling you close. “yes michael, her girlfriend’s name is megan. now fuck off and go get your sister. we are waiting.”

the apollo boy narrowed his eyes suspiciously, clearly not buying it. but he walked away nonetheless.

as soon as he was far enough you shoved megan off you. “fuck, he’s going to tell everyone.” you started rambling “my life is ruined. my reputation is ruined.”

“excuse me? my reputation is going to be the ruined one,” the ginger haired girl shot back.

“oh, your reputation of hearthbreak girl? what a shame.”

“well you have a reputation of a stuck-up know-it-all! honestly i think im doing you a favor,” she said offended “i could’ve just thrown you under the bus and told michael boy the truth. but i didn’t.”

“go ahead! tell him. i don’t care.”

“i’m not gonna chase after some dumb guy. i don’t chase anyone.”

“yeah, i wouldn’t chase him either.” you muttered. “he keeps writing me really bad haikus that he swears are romantic.”

megan rolled her eyes, “he thinks he’s so special with his blonde hair and light eyes. like all his siblings don’t look exactly the same”

“honestly sophia’s mom’s genes are amazing to win over apollo’s.”

the ginger gasped “what if she is adopted?”

“that’s literally imposible.”

“says who?”

“god rules?”

“god rules are stupid then.”

“you are stupid.”

michael’s mouth was fast — that’s what she said. as soon as megan departed from your strategy meeting with the other cabins, people started to come up to her and ask if you were really dating.

she just avoided the questions, because what was she supposed to say? yes i’m dating the most serious person ever? no way, she was fun and she will only date fun people!

if she didn’t want to annoy michael, she wouldn’t be in this situation. but she hated michael and the look on his face when she ‘confirmed’ she was your girlfriend was priceless.

“megan! i can’t believe you are dating my sister, and you didn’t even tell me!” megan winced, she did not want to have this conversation.

“sorry, yoonchip. maybe you should talk to her about it?” that way she didn’t technically have to lie to her friend.

“yes. i’ll asked on our latin lesson today.” yoonchae answered.

“you mean greek lesson?” megan asked confused.

yoonchae shook her head “y/n is teaching me latin. her mom, teaches latin at a university, and y/n’s been learning since she could talk.”

“i knew you could be adopted by another god!” megan exclaimed, “so who’s her real father? some arrogant god probably, like zeus.” loud thunder was heard “sorry.”

the korean girl frowned, “you can’t be adopted by another god. other gods can give you their blessing, but your real parent has to claim you.”

“then how was she… you know?”

“you don’t know how athena’s kids are born?” yoonchae asked, blinking.

maybe megan hadn’t paid attention when some athena girl gave her the tour of camp half-blood six years ago and had explained how athena, even as one of the celibate goddesses, had children.

“you should ask your girlfriend then.” yoonchae said sweetly, obvious sarcasm in her voice, and then left.

—

“skiendiel” you greeted as you approached her “i’m sorry for putting you in this situation.”

woah. the last thing megan expected from you was an apology. you had never apologised to her before. not even that time when you were on a sparring session and you made her trip over, making her almost stab herself in the gut. when she confronted you, instead of apologising you looked her dead in the eye and told her she had ‘tripped over her own ego’.

and now you were here, in front of her, apologizing.

“oh— uhm, it’s no problem, really” she said, thrown off “michael’s a dick. i’ve been meaning to take revenge since he accused me of letting all the pegasi out of their stables. mr.d’s had me cleaning them every week since.”

you frowned, not because you were mad or confused. megan recognized that face, it was the one you made when you were thinking.

“let’s make a deal.” you said finally.

that caught her attention, “keep talking.”

“we pretend to date until i get michael off my back, and i’ll personally talk with mr.d and convince him to end your punishment.”

the deal was tempting. finally getting out of stable duty would be a blessing, megan had been doing it for almost two months now and it was the worst. and she also had the chance to annoy the hell out of this ken looking boy. she only had to pretend you weren’t the most irritating, stunning, infuriating, intelligent, frustratingly composed girl in camp and show some love for you.

the pros outweighed the cons.

“fine. but, until then you have to help me clean the stables too.”

you sighed, “deal.”

you shook hands and the deal was sealed.

“great! we can start now.”

“what?”

she grabbed your hand again and led you to the stables, pulling you closer when passing next to the apollo cabin where michael was standing outside.

the silence while you were cleaning was making megan uncomfortable. she was used to lara filling the air, and she also was know for being a little bit of a rambler.

and although megan wanted so bad to break the silence you looked so calm sweeping the floors and gently stroking the winged horses that she didn’t want to disturb you.

if this had been a safe space, megan would’ve admitted something.

she didn’t actually hate you. honestly she found you intimidating.

you were always so composed, so put together, even on stressful times. megan remembers when you willingly chose her to be one of your partners for a quest, before any of the petty beef started. she had been over the moon.

she ranted to lara about how smart and beautiful you were. how the mission would be so easy with your genius plans, that she’ll have time to flirt with you and maybe get a date.

how wrong was she.

you had also chosen michael to be part of it. he was really talented with a bow, and sophia, the only one who could beat him, was being treated on the infirmary because of some sudden illness she had come up with.

now that the ginger girl thinks about it, maybe michael had to do something with it.

anyway, you were hiding from some empousai—really ugly creatures by the way— you were being so insistent on not letting them see you. you made a whole ass map of the building in just seconds to plan the cleanest route out without being noticed.

but stupid michael had left his “best arrow” somewhere and he told megan that if she could get it back, you’ll be so impressed that you would accept to go out with her.

fifteen year old megan fell for it and ended up being spotted by one of the monsters.

all hell broke loose, and you almost didn’t make it out alive.

thanks to you, megan made it out with just a few scratches, the same couldn’t be said for you and your broken arm. and thanks to michael, you hated her.

you didn’t even glance her way, and as soon as she entered the same room as you, you would stand up and leave.

the only way megan found you would even pay attention to her was if she did something that annoyed you. the bonus? you looked really cute when you were mad.

so, megan did not hate you. in fact, she had a big, fat crush on you.

and now she had to pretend to date you without you noticing. how hard could it be?

“hello?” your voice snapped her out of her thoughts “skiendiel, are you alright? you been staring at me for the past five minutes. it’s kind of creepy.”

megan’s face turned as red as her hair “sorry. dyslexia, you know?”

“you mean dissociation? we are all dyslexic here.”

“yeah, that,” she then cleared her throat, “uhm… so you’ve got two moms?”

you got taken aback by the sudden question, but answered anyway. “biologically, yes.”

“how is that possible? not to sound homophobic or anything like that.” she started, “i’m actually bisexual myself, so really i’m not trying to make fun of you or something like that. i think is really cool that you’ve got two moms. is just that you say biologically and well, biologically, that makes no sense to me. like did your mom carry you? or athena? but athena is like a virgin goddess so—“

you interrupted her rambling with a soft laugh “i bet you thought i was adopted by athena.”

“…maybe.”

you shook your head still smiling “athena’s children, we are born from her thoughts. just like she was born from zeus’ head” you explained “she forms a strong intellectual connection with a mortal and then—bam! thought baby. one night, i was delivered to my mom’s doorstep.”

“how did they even meet?” megan asked. bonding time!

“my mom’s a mythology professor. she was always more into roman gods than greek. when she was finishing her digree, she met minerva, athena’s roman form. my mom was working on a really big investigation on ancient roman artifacts, and minerva helped her.

their connection was really strong, but roman’s are not really fond of athena’s kids. they can’t phantom the possibility of a virgin goddess with children. minerva stopped helping, and athena took her place. my mom’s investigation turned from roman artefacts to greek ones. after she received a ceremony for her achievements, athena disappeared.

a month later my mom opened the door and athena was there, carrying me in her arms. usually she just magically delivers the baby to their parent and in a dream she tells them everything. i don’t know why it was different with me.”

megan’s eyes were glossy from your story

“are you crying?” you asked, eyebrows raised.

“that’s so cute.” she sniffled. “minerva, who’s all cold and emotionless, was so in love with your mother that she changed forms just to have you as a connection to her. and she delivered you personally too, that’s why you are her favorite.”

you didn’t really know what to say to that. no one had ever reacted to your origin story with tears. no one had called it cute either. you scratched the back of your neck, a little embarrassed. “i don’t think she planned it. i mean, maybe she liked my mom, but gods aren’t exactly known for making rational emotional decisions.”

“still,” megan said, wiping her nose with her sleeve. “it’s kind of romantic. even for a brain birth situation.”

you blinked. “did you just say brain birth?”

she grinned. “what? technically that’s what it is.

you shook your head, lips twitching. “you’re unbelievable.”

“and yet,” she said, stepping closer, “you’re fake dating me. who’s the real loser here?”

you were about to fire back, megan liked that about you, witty remarks flowed from your mouth easily, when one of the pegasi huffed loudly behind you, shoving its head between you and Megan.

“okay, okay, we’ll keep working,” she said, laughing as she gently nudged it away. “pushy.”

you were about to go back to sweeping when megan blurted out, “so, uh… since we’re fake dating now, do i get to call you something stupid like ‘baby’ in public?”

you turned slowly. “absolutely not.”

she smirked. “what about sweet cheeks? or pookie? my divine strategist?”

“i will end this deal,” you warned, pointing your broom at her.

megan held up her hands in surrender. “noted. babe.”

you groaned, but you didn’t push her away when she playfully bumped your shoulder with hers.

“i can’t believe you didn’t come to ask for advice.” manon said while you were walking to the dining pavilion that night. the aphrodite cabin was known as the matchmakers, manon was no exception. for the past years, she had insisted you and megan would be the perfect couple. “and you always brushed me off when i talked about you and megan! even mom tried to tell you, remember?”

of course you remembered, how could you forget aphrodite appearing out of nowhere after you almost died saving megan from angry empousai?

the goddess looked so much like the girl you had just risked your life for that you almost walked past her when you saw her. she said something about soulmates and sacrifices that you did not want to get into.

when you got back from the mission and got your arm fixed, you told manon what had happened. after that, she made her whole purpose get you and the hermes girl together.

“and we know the real reason you used to avoid megan was that you were scared.” a new person joined the conversation, falling into step beside you.

you both turned to the girl surprised “when did you get here?”

daniela shrugged “i’m going to get dinner like you. you know working in the forges makes me hungry.”

you groaned “i can’t believe you are making weapons for the rival team.”

“it’s my team now. manon’s too.” she said “and i’m just polishing swords and knifes. you are the only one i make weapons for.”

“well back to the important topic.” manon interrupted your conversation, “you and megan.”

rolling your eyes you said “it’s new, we are just getting to know each other.” you finally arrived at the pavilion and since everyone had to sit on their respective cabins’ tables, you quickly made your way to yours, avoiding further conversation with the older girls.

you took a seat and looked across the room, catching megan’s eye. she winked at you, and you bit your lip looking away, trying to suppress the smile forming on your lips.

the truth was that daniela was right. you were scared.

when you saw the first empusa attack megan you were mad. not at her, but at yourself. it was your quest, you were the one in charge, and you were supposed to keep her safe. if something happened to her it would’ve been your fault.

you should’ve seen it coming, michael had been waiting for you both to get alone and when megan left your sight he took your complete attention. you shouldn’t have gotten distracted.

you were scared of hurting her in any way after that, and so you pushed her away. not because you hated her, but because you cared too much.

she was just too stubborn, and for some reason, it irked you so much that she still wanted to talk to you after it was your fault she almost died, that your temper around her was so bad.

the rest of the campers arrived and you finally could eat. as always a portion of your food was offered to the gods.

you prayed to athena for strength in the capture the flag game the next day. then you prayed to aphrodite, for a sign. that maybe letting megan in wasn’t such a bad idea.

—

capture the flag arrived with a misty sky and tension in the air. you’d barely slept. not from nerves, you knew your strategy was flawless, but because megan had started calling you ‘captain’ or ‘my captain’ every time she passed you. you were beginning to regret the deal.

“okay,” you said, pointing at the map spread out across the rock near the lake where your team was supposed to hide their flag. “sophia and the apollo cabin are guarding the flag. their best archers are in the trees. we’ll approach from the west.”

“skiendiel?” you glanced at her.

she was balancing a knife on her finger, looking very not invested.

“skiendiel!” you snapped.

“relax, babe,” she said with a wink, catching the blade before it could fall. “i know my part. i get in, cause chaos, and look hot doing it.”

“that’s not your job,” you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “you’re the distraction. you lure them out and lead them away so yoonchae can get the flag.”

“exactly. cause chaos, my specialty.”

you didn’t have the energy to argue. “everyone has their comms?” you asked. after your incredible suggestion to chiron, daniela and the rest of the hephaestus cabin, worked on making communicators for each team. huge upgrade.

some nodded, some gave a thumbs up. you smirked “then let’s win this thing.”

chiron blew a horn and the game started.

you moved with precision through the trees, your team following your lead. megan had taken off in the opposite direction, loud and annoying as promised. she made a show rustling bushes and yelling, but it worked. half of the enemy team followed her.

the other half you handled them yourself.

halfway through the game, sophia’s voice crackled in your communicator. “y/n? she’s in trouble.”

you didn’t need a name. you turned to the closest camper, an iris boy. “take over. you know the plan.”

and then you were running “skiendiel? where are you?” you said through the comms.

“river” she answered, panting.

your body moved on instinct, dodging branches and hopping over roots. you found her near the riverbank, blood running down her arm from a big cut.

three campers had cornered her, all from the ares cabin, all looking way too pleased with themselves. you’ll have a serious conversation with lara about her siblings' behavior.

“you guys are obsessed with me,” megan said, panting, still keeping her cocky tone. “do i look that good in blue?”

“you know we like you megan,” one of them said “but you are outnumbered.”

she twirled her dagger, unaware of your presence. “yeah, but i’ve got a great armor. my girlfriend gave it to me.”

just as one lunged, you stepped in.

your sword clanged against theirs, knocking the weapon away with force that shocked them. megan let out a breath of relief.

“seriously?” you hissed, not even looking at her.

“you keep saving me. my hero.”

you made quick work of the attackers. sweeping legs, disarming weapons. they got tired quickly and backed off.

when it was just the two of you, you turned around. her arm was still bleeding.

“let me see,” you said, reaching for her.

she did slowly, hissing when you applied pressure with a cloth you had on your belt. her voice was quieter than usual when she said, “you didn’t have to come for me.”

you didn’t answer right away. “i wanted to,” you admitted.

she blinked. “what?”

“i didn’t have to, i know you were not going to get seriously hurt, and you can fight pretty well. but i wanted to,” you repeated, glancing up.

her few freckles stood out even more against her flushed cheeks. “well,” she said, trying to recover, “i mean… we’re dating.”

you raised a brow. “fake dating.”

“same thing.”

you shook your head and helped her to her feet. then you heard the final horn. “we need to go. it’s over.”

as you turned to leave, megan caught your hand. you looked at her and saw her smirking “thanks, brain baby.”

you groaned. “stop calling me that.”

“never, pookie.”

you reunited with your team, seeing yoonchae with the red flag on her hands. you jogged over to celebrate, megan behind you.

“brain baby #2 did it!” megan shouted. everyone laughed, you couldn’t help but laugh too.

later that night, when you were walking back to your cabin alone, you heard someone whisper behind you

“hey.”

you turned around. megan was sitting on a log, bandaged arm and messy hair, holding something out to you. a laurel crown.

“victory gift,” she said. “don’t say i never gave you anything.” you took it slowly, watching her.

megan was grinning, eyes shinning from the moonlight. you held the crown in your hand and sat next to her. “thanks,” you said. “good to see your arm is good. i have to admit, i was a little bit scared for you.”

“i’m sorry,” she said. no teasing, no sarcasm. “i didn’t mean to scare you or anything.”

then she yawned, and she looked so cute that you moved closer for her to lean her head on your shoulder. “maybe you should go to bed.”

she nodded but didn’t move “best fake girlfriend you’ve ever had,” you didn’t correct her.

the next day you woke up early and went straight to the training grounds, as usual. you were surprised when you saw megan there, looking through the swords.

“i thought you’d be too tired to even get up today.” you said, breaking the silence.

she jumped startled “i was waiting for you. you are ten minutes late.”

“did we have a date or something?” you asked sarcastically.

“well, no. but you are usually here at six thirty and it’s already six forty.”

you raised your eyebrows “you stalking me now, skiendiel?”

she avoid the question, stretching her arms above her head, revealing her toned stomach when her shirt lifted slightly. not that you looked.

“i wanted a private sparring session with you. since everyone says you are the best.”

“i am the best.”

“i don’t know. i think lara is better.”

that triggered something in you. you liked lara, but no ares kid was better than you. “you are on” you said lifting your sword. “but don’t think i’ll go easy on you just because you are injured.”

she grabbed a sword too. “wouldn’t want it any other way.”

and so you started. megan lunged first.

she was fast, her style was messy but clever. she fought with instinct and mischief. you blocked her strike and spun, tapping the hilt of your sword against her ribs.

“dead.” you said.

“rude,” she panted, already swinging again.

you ducked. “your movements are sloppy. don’t hesitate.”

“i wasn’t hesitating, i was flirting.” she grinned as your eyes narrowed.

another exchange. she strikes, you block. then you shoulder-checked her just enough to knock her off balance. she grunted but didn’t fall.

“still think lara is better?” you asked.

megan took a step back, then suddenly, swiped your legs. you barely stayed upright.

“yup.”

the match went on. your arms burned, hair stuck to your forehead, but neither of you backed down. each time your swords clashed, your faces were a little closer. each dodge left your skin brushing hers.

finally you pinned her, her back on the ground, your hands gripping her wrists, both swords discarded. your breaths were shallow, tangled together.

“you done?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

she looked up at you, cheeks flushed, chest rising fast. “not even close.”

you finally realized you were straddling her hips.

she raised an eyebrow, smirking. “you like being on top?”

you scrambled off her like she was on fire, your cheeks red. “gods, megan. what is wrong with you?”

she sat up slowly, brushing grass off her arms. she had a smile on her face, this was the first time you had called her by her first name. “what? i’m just saying, your form is impressive.”

you glared, cheeks warm. “you’re impossible.”

she leaned in, still sitting, voice lower now. “and you are my girlfriend.” she then stood up “rematch next week?”

you blinked, then sighed standing up looking for your towel “you’re going to milk this, aren’t you?”

she grinned. “absolutely. babe.”

you threw your training towel at her head, making her run away laughing.

“my mom visited me in my dreams last night.” manon told you the next morning. “she said she loves watching you and megan figure things out. bold move you did while sparring too.”

your eyes widen. aphrodite was watching you? how embarrassing.

daniela grinned “what move?”

“apparently, they were a little touchy while sparring?” manon smirked “y/n even—“

“stop!” you said covering your face “it wasn’t on purpose!”

“she straddle her hips for a whole minute!”

“no way! i didn’t know you had it in you,” daniela laughed, shoving you lightly.

your face was now the color of megan’s hair. “how do you know that!”

manon shrugged with a cocky grin. “my mom tells me everything that happens in your love life. daniela’s too.”

the latina was not laughing anymore “what?” but her panick was cut off was when she whispered “oh no. ken boy coming through.”

a second later michael was standing behind you. “y/n, can i talk to you for a second?”

you looked at your friends, they were silently asking if you needed help to get out of this situation, but you shook your head at them. “sure.”

he led you towards the edge of the training grounds, where you were alone.

“i know you are faking it.” he stated with a smug tone,

“excuse me?”

“you and megan. i know it’s fake.”

you blinked caught off guard. “why do you even care?”

he crossed his arms “you expect me to believe that one week ago you didn’t even look her way, and now you are letting her call you brain baby?”

“i don’t owe you an explanation” you said, starting to get annoyed.

“but you hate her,” he continued “since that mission with the empusai. so unless you hit your head climbing the lava wall, i know it’s fake.”

before you could reply, megan appeared, jogging with a bottle of water in hand and sweat dripping down her face. she must have noticed the way you were standing, clenching your fists and the tension in your jaw.

“hey babe” she said cheerfully, wrapping an arm around your waist “everything okay here?”

michael scoffed “cute. real subtle.”

megan raised an eyebrow “oh i’m sorry, i must’ve forgotten. do i need your permission to touch my girlfriend?”

he turned to you but you only tilted your head. “fine. keep pretending. but when it falls apart, don’t come crying to me.” and with that he left.

“what the hell was that?” you said once he was out of earshot.

she was thrown off by your tone. “rescue mission?”

“i didn’t need rescuing.” your hands were still clenched and your eyebrows were still furrowed.

“you looked like you were about to punch him.”

“i had it under control. i can fight my own battles, i’m not weak.”

“okay.” she said taking a step back. “sorry for caring and trying to help.”

“but you don’t care!” you snapped. “all of this is a joke to you.”

there was silence. until she spoke again, “is that what you think?”

you crossed your arms “what else am i supposed to think? you are always teasing and making fun of me, calling me stupid nicknames just to get on my nerves—“

“because i like you, dumbass.”

you stood there in shock.

“i like you” she repeated. “i’ve liked you since i first stepped on this camp. and suddenly i have the chance to make you like me back and i screw up that quest, the one i knew was important to you, and you hated me. the only thing that i could do to get your attention was by making stupid jokes.” she took a shaky breath.

“i came because i saw him talking to you, and i know how uncomfortable he makes you. not because i think you are weak or need saving.

i know this was fake. i know it was your idea. and i know after this ends you’ll continue to hate me. but it was never fake for me. i do care about you.”

you finally said something, it was a whisper but she heard you anyway. “i don’t hate you. i never did.”

she scoffed, it sounded heartbroken not bitter. “could’ve fooled me.”

you looked down “i mean, you are infuriating, and loud, and reckless. you talk too much and you joke at the worst possible times.”

she nodded slowly with a tired smile. “yeah. sounds like me.”

“and i like you too.”

you finally looked at her, she was already looking at you. her brown eyes wide with emotion. “you do?”

“yeah.”

she stepped forward slowly, cupping your cheek with her hand. she was hesitant to come closer, but when you nodded she finally leaned in.

the kiss was slow, careful. different from all your interactions up to that point, which were playful and almost aggressive. megan kissed you gently and steadily, as if she didn’t want the moment to end.

when she pulled back her eyes stayed closed, she wasn’t ready to open them and see it was all a dream.

then you reached up and brushed a piece of her hair behind her ear, and she whispered “that was real?”

you chuckled “it was.”

she finally opened her eyes “are you still mad i came to save you?”

“you are so annoying.”

she grinned. you were sure her smile was becoming your favorite thing in the world. “and you are obsessed with me.” you shoved her playfully but she just laughed pulling you back in her arms “does this mean we are not fake anymore?”

you looked at her. her sweaty hair, dirty shirt, the blush that adorned her cheeks and the nervousness behind her eyes.

“no.” you said “we’re real. very, very real.”

the next week, michael was the one cleaning the stables. while you and megan enjoyed a nice date on the lakeshore.

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