#lara raj katseye

[chocolatierrai]

ˎˊ˗ ORU PATUKKAI ︶︶ L. R.

"tied her down to my queen bed."

ᛝ oneshot. ◞ lara raj (katseye) x f!reader. !!

🤎 ; lowk suggestive, 7thmemb!reader, masc!lara, hotel room scenario, light(?) smut (making out, no sex), not proofread, vulgar words included. / wc: 1.9k+

a/n: i havent written a fanfic since 2023, so sorry if this looks fucking corny and unfinished... also @98oceans i HATE you because you gave me the motivation to write because of your angsty dani fic. i hope you choke on concrete.

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lara raj. lara fucking raj.

you're into her. like, really into her. the way you ogle her flat stomach, the way you just gaze at her whenever she's talking with your members, and oh, the way your eyes linger on her ass just a bit too long makes you want to rip her sweatpants off with your bare teeth.

and it was getting pretty obvious. your fans noticed that during the beautiful chaos ep live, you glared at her pretty lips that knew how to kiss sorrows away. they noticed how in the glossier tiktok live, you looked like you were gonna die once lara got a little too close for comfort. oh, and they definitely noticed how you came to every single one of lara's live, even if you were supposedly busy.

but you have morals, and you don't even know if she likes you or not. so, for now you've just accepted your fate that your love with lara is priority number... what, 5? i mean, it's family, katseye, money and friends before that.

well, maybe that priority will go up soon.

promotions in korea are the best, but also the worst things to ever happen to you ever. best because, well, music shows and meeting korean fans (and also eat dinner at yoonchae's place), but the worst, because...

"one bed."

you breathed out, staring right in front of the queen bed with sheets that definitely smelled like fresh detergent. your right hand instantly let go of the luggage handle, fingers immensely twitching in panic.

now this has happened to you a couple times, usually in a room with manon or sophia, and it never bothered you, like, at all. they're cool ass people! but now, you're sharing a bed with lara. a bed. as if sharing a room was already shitty enough! (well, not in a bad way... more of like in a oh-shit-what-if-i-see-something-i-wasnt-supposed-to-see-and-lara-will-hate-me way.)

"just one?" all of a sudden, lara's honeyed voice echoed in the hotel room, her brown eyes glimmering under the dim lights in the hotel room, each step perfected with the sway in her hips that she doesn't even know about. "welp, seems like i can't take up all of the room."

"i..." you paused, your expression a mixture of disbelief and anxiety. "you're not even shaken?"

"no?" she replied, before a simple chuckle just escaped her lips. "you're just panicking lots. don't worry."

that got you to shut up. not because her words were so philosophical that you were amazed. no, because you just realised how much of an idiotic schoolgirl you looked like, all anxious because she's sleeping with her crush on the same bed.

but what also got you tongue-tied was the fact lara was grinning so widely, as if she was... liking this?

but what does she like? you sleeping next to her, or how flushed your face looks right now?

well, all you know is that she's definitely fine with this arrangement.

the first half of the night was both eerily calming and hellishly anxious. you've just finished doing your skincare, leaving the bathroom with a slightly damp face, but definitely much more glowy skin. what did you wear? meh, just a white tank top and gray sweatpants. your tongue darts out to lick your bottom lip, but it was just out of habit.

you wished you licked your lips because of how lara looked right now.

her head leaned against the headboard of the bed, brown eyes watching the tv screen as she comfortably widened the gap between her legs. lara was still wearing her black, slightly washed-out jeans, hanging low on her hips. your eyes immediately averted to her white calvin klein underwear peaking from the waistband of her jeans, and you couldn't help but bite your tongue.

but when it came to the upper parts of her body, basically nothing. lara used to wear a white crop top today (that you couldn't help but text megan about because oh my god she looked hot as fuck), but all that was left was her black calvin klein bra.

god, whenever she had that feminine aura and style, she was pretty, but when she would sometimes switch to a masculine one? you could feel your nonexistent cock wanting to throb.

oh crap. why were you thinking about cocks when you're glad to be a woman?

"going to sleep already?" lara asked, before following with a small yawn. in her hand was the remote for the tv, her thumb now pressing on the button that made the screen pitch black once again.

"mhm," you hummed, before approaching your side of the bed. since lara was laying next to the window, you had to lay beside her, and that thought made your heart malfunction.

once you got on the bed, the mattress slightly dipped under your weight, before your fingers grappled onto the sheets. your head banged on the pillow, eyes fluttering shut, while turning your entire body against her. you are finally getting the rest you needed...

...

lara shifted closer to you. okay, maybe she just needed to adjust her position on the bed.

...

you felt her breathing against the back of your neck. maybe she just... likes to be close?

...

one hand now travelled to the side of your stomach.

your eyes immediately shot wide open, a shuddering sensation welcoming you.

"lara?" you muttered.

"yeah?" she replied, voice just as soft. her fingers now made their way to your hipbone, her index finger tracing it.

"what are you..." you were just about to finish your sentence, but then, you just realised that you never saw her doing this to anyone else. i mean, yeah, she's pretty affectionate and touchy with everyone, but you've seen hugs and kisses to the cheek, not fucking touch your hip like it's an artefact.

"doing?" lara just finished the sentence for you, making you get out of your awfully thoughtful trance. she stopped tracing your hipbone, now fully snaking around your waist in an intimate hug. "nothin', i just wanted to hug you."

"oh." you blinked, still not used to the indian being all over you. "you.. you could have just said that instead of being all secretive about it."

"who said i was being all secretive?"

...

lara giggled at your silence. fucking giggled. that sound was so precious to your ears, you wanted to become deaf to any other sound.

"your skin's soft," she casually complimented you, still hugging you, just like that. you wanted to utter out a 'thank you' or something similar, but all you could say was—

"mmyeah."

"you're agreeing with me?" a small pause. "good."

the two of you were engulfed in silence for a few moments, doing nothing but breathing in the air. there was tension, sure, but not the bitter kind. the kind where you could fall asleep in it. the kind where you knew you were safe.

then, lara pressed her chin against your right shoulder, her lips intensely close to your earlobe. she was still embracing your waist, this time adding her other arm to caress it, too. you felt your cheeks grow pinkish, but you held in your breath.

"y'know, i've been noticing things," her voice silvery.

shit.

that was the single word that popped in your mind. so she found out? or is she just realising now? fuck, how should i explain this to her? is she mad? is she upset? did i fuck up? is she confronting—

"so you like me?"

...

well, that was straightforward.

"i..." you started off, but your brain was dumbing down every passing second. "how..?"

"i saw the signs," lara nonchalantly replied, her hands now slowly roaming around your stomach. "and the fans saw them too and commented on every move you've done that... was more than friendly."

you had to do a mental slap to yourself once you heard her words. of course the damn eyekons noticed. seriously, what the fuck are they on? cocaine? ketamine? because they surely can beat sherlock holmes. but you were a tad surprised that lara read the comments.

"i'm sorry," you uttered out, but you were just met with silence.

lara didn't speak for a good minute, before she raised a brow. then, her fingers tightened around your core.

"why are you apologising?"

"... for having these feelings."

then, her lips pursed into a thin line, before her tone grew warmer once she said those four words:

"y/n, look at me."

your eyes fluttered for a few moments, before you hesitantly turned your head to meet lara's gaze. her facial expression was a mixture of longing and relief, but you couldn't help but examine her entire face. she looks beautiful without makeup.

"honey," the volume of her voice lowered to a whisper. "even if i didnt like you, i wouldnt judge you."

and there it was.

that raw, small smile that gets you weak. you've seen it on her a couple times, but only when she's truly happy. how do you know? well, the faux, professional smile lara usually puts on doesn't quite reach her eyes.

but then you just realised her words.

'even if i didn't like you?' wait, so, does lara like you? huh? what?

fortunately, lara was quick enough to continue before you could ask her that question.

with a kiss.

it went by so fast. one second you were gazing at each other's eyes, next moment her lips clashed with yours whilst her hands roamed back to your hips like they were hers. the indian was now getting on top of you, while you slowly sat up and leaned your back right against the headboard.

your own arms now held onto her shoulders for support, eyes glued shut. soon enough, you felt something more wet invite itself, demanding entrance.

and you gladly let her. you let lara's tongue enter your mouth, letting out the smallest moan right at it.

finally, after a minute of kissing right then and there, she backed away, panting, her chest heaving with every breath while staring at you with those loving eyes. then, a smirk, this time her pearly whites on display.

"i like you too, dumbass."

you felt your entire world light up before your eyes, even with flushed cheeks and disordered breathing. "you do?"

"well, did the kiss say anything?" lara responded, a teasing edge to her tone. even though the comment was mildly annoying, you couldn't help but crack a smile. then, your hands now travelled to cup her cheeks.

"can i taste you again?"

now that got lara flustered, her eyes widened and her grin faltering. she just blinked at your suggestion. but then, after a small moment of fuzzy thoughts went past her head, she had made up her mind.

"fuck yeah."

two words and you're already back to clashing lips, this time with more hunger and force than before. you guys shifted positions yet again, but this time, you were on top of her, basically straddling her lap.

soft, sweet moans escaped lara's lips, one hand held onto your waist so you don't escape, the other hand rested on the mattress, fingers twitching for more. quickly enough, she felt your hand clasp against her wrist, fingers digging into her skin. you bit down on her lower lip, not painfully, but enough for her to notice and let out a noise prettier than her giggle.

then, you let go of the kiss, eyes full of need, before you start to plant light, opened-mouth kisses, trailing from her cheek right until her shoulder. lara was feeling so warm and blessed, tilting her head to the side so you could get better access.

"y/n..." a needy plea. "do you like me, too?"

you just chuckled.

"well, did the kiss say anything?"

safe to say that the rest of the night was full of fuzzy dreams and a shit ton of physical contact.

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LARA RAJ in MONSTER HIGH FRIGHT SONG MV (2025)

[ssivinee]

「 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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[huntingcupid]

PAPARAZZI WITH LARA RAJ

I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me papa-paparazzi baby, there's no other superstar, you know that I'll be your papa-paparazzi

⌗ LARA — fem!reader, smut, dark, swearing, stalking, mentions of murder, possessive and jealous behavior, oral, somno, dub - con, etc...

⌗ CUPID — life is hell lately but stalker!lara :3

are you aware? — are you sure?, that very question that your friend asked you sent chills down your spine, you had previously told her that you had this feeling of someone watching you, following you even — it wasn't uncommon for teenagers to scare each other but you have had this feeling for a good month

every alley and street you pass you hear twigs or dry leaves crunching behind you, even steady footsteps but when you turn to look, no one is there, it didn't help that you got home from your part time job at 10 pm, cold gust of wind hits your face almost like its warning you

every turn, every move you made it was just a step closer to her, a second faster, you were practically giving yourself up, or at least thats what lara believed — i mean could you blame the woman?

who wouldn't fall for you, she was a frequent in the library you worked in, often times staying just to see you work, sparking up small talk, sometimes about your work or books you love — slowly lara found out every small detail about you

down to your schedule and friends, that's why she became paranoid when she saw you hanging out with megan, your co worker, her nails digged into the spine of the book she held as she watched you giggle with the woman

you look across the place feeling a pair of eyes on you, you see lara and she instantly smiled warmly at you, waving her hands, you wave back, confused yet didn't question anything

“yeah, uh megan when's your out?” you ask the girl, “oh my shift ends in like 20 minutes” megan replies — “awh, mine is at 45 more minutes, well you should get going then” you mutter, the girl nods walking back to her desk and cleaning up

you take a cart and put back some borrowed books, searching for their proper places when suddenly lara pops up beside you, “hey, can you help me get that book” lara says pointing to a book at the very bottom of the shelf, you bend down reaching for the book, when you hear a shutter of a camera, you turn quickly only to see lara hiding something behind her back

“uhm, here's your book” you mutter awkwardly, lara takes the book with a small grin on her face her hands brushing against yours, the rest of the library had already cleared except her, lara, the clock was ticking closer and closer to 10, lara had finally left, you start locking the doors and closing the lights and finally walking out

the night was cold, quiet and eerie, you heard faint rustling behind you but chose to ignore it, plugging in your earphones to listen to a podcast as you walked home

you take your usual turns and seemed peaceful, lara took note, she covered her whole upper body with her jacket, her face almost unrecognizable besides her eyes — she walked quietly behind you, making sure to not startle you like she did last time

she tsked as you barely looked around you, what if danger was following you? huh? — well at least lara was, she just wanted what's best for you and maybe that's her being a stalker and creeping around

you eventually made it home, removing your jacket and boots as you stepped inside your home-y apartment, its not much obviously since you barely fit all your things in the place but its better than what you had at home with your parents — lara follows suit entering barely making a noise and quickly rushing to your room, already knowing the place like the back of her hand, she hid in the closet waiting for the perfect moment

she knew your routine anyways, 1st you'd cook yourself noodles mainly instant ones with a hard boiled egg as a side, 2nd you'll take a shower — and forget to do your skincare but eventually remember, and finally get in bed and scroll till you fall asleep

with the first and second one being done all was left was for lara to wait until your eyes eventually gave in to slumber, you had an odd sense of fear as you scroll, hiding almost your whole body in your blanket even though it was barely that cold, lara noticed how couldn't she

maybe an hour later you finally fell asleep your phone still playing the video you last watched on a loop, carefully lara left the hiding spot, gazing at you as the moon cast a glow on you, god your beautiful, lara trailed her hand over your cheeks as she sat beside you, she watches as your skin warms her hands

“my pretty girl” lara murmurs, kissing the top of your head, she slowly peels off your blanket, smiling as she sees your matching pj set, the shorts barely did anything to conceal your ass which was a big win for lara, she pulls down the shorts marveling at your clothed cunt

“fuck i bet you wanted this hmm?, forgetting to lock your doors just so I can come in, right baby?” lara taunts your sleeping form, her fingers makes contact with your cunt, providing slight pleasure as she circles it, the barrier of your underwear the only thing stopping her from stuffing you full

you squirm in your bed, moving which alarms lara — “don't wake up yet” she whispers almost like you could listen, laras lips go to your neck kissing softly and nibbling on the warm skin, you whimper in your sleep, lara then pulls down your underwear finally getting to see your cunt

she uses her middle finger to spread your folds, your slick making it glisten under the moonlight — she pushes in her finger, then another scissoring it open, you moan and thrash your legs, lara held your thighs open, before lowering her mouth onto your clit sucking softly

“mhm perfect” lara hums as she sucks and fingers you at the same time, you eventually wake up feeling a tight knot in your stomach

you should've felt scared, you should've stopped her — yet you didn't, it felt too good, you wanted it but you couldn't just admit that

“l-lara stop” you whimper finally seeing the desi girls face, you weren't creeped out but you actually expected it, the girl was such a pervert and painfully obvious with her attraction to you, you moaned and bit your lip as your hands flew to her hair pushing her deeper

“if you want me to stop, why aren't you letting go?” lara husks probing her tongue in you, snapping that coil in your tummy, you cum onto her tongue, legs shaking and chest heaving

“fuck” you whimper out, lara only giggles lightly kissing the top of your head as she grabs a few tissues from your beside table and wiping you clean, “good girl, see you soon baby” she mutters before leaving she shuts the door close locking it

you breathe deeply, trying to understand whatever fucking happened, well till your phone dings with a notification

[lara 💚]: lock your doors baby, i don't want other people getting in when your sleeping

[lara 💚]: same time tomorrow?

you felt disgusted, disgusted that you wanted more despite how wrong it was

[you]: sure, next time inform me when your gonna trespass

[lara 💚]: I like it when you're sleeping, you're louder and cuter

wc: 1.2k words

thank you to my bby @danvazini for the idea (aka feeding into my delusions)

[danisstarkon]

gf!lara headcanons ⭑.ᐟ (2)

content warnings ᯓ★ smut mentioned !!!

gf!lara loves having you in her lap. just the warmth between you both makes her so happy. whenever you both are hanging out with the girls or friends, her lap is wordlessly your seat no matter what. if you go to sit beside her, she gently grabs your waist, guiding you into her lap. will playfully tighten her arms around your waist preventing you to get up, and occasionally tickle you.

gf!lara is SOO gentle with you. whether that be her words, her actions, she’s a gentle lover. especially whenever you both have intimate moments. she’s just so in love with you, sometimes she gets emotional randomly whenever she’s talking about it with you or anyone else. manon would too just because lara would start crying a little (lmao)

gf!lara wants you to feel good physically and will go above and beyond to do so. one of her favorite things to do is have you leaning back against her between her legs, fingering you as your legs are spread, whispering in your ear asking “does it feel good, baby?” knowing damn well it does from how wet you are. she loves to hear your little whines and moans. it lets her know she’s doing a good job. most definitely talks you through it >>>

gf!lara who’s obsessed with photos of you. takes a photo of you whether it’s intentional or off guard. she claims she has to capture every moment, but has a secret kink to it. she has a photo album specifically for your … nudity. from her stained kiss marks on your skin to fingering/fucking you on video. girly definitely has video of herself eating you out, moaning into your pussy. or using her strap to give you backshots. don’t be surprised that she giggles sometimes, she can’t even be serious during sex sometimes lol. she has photos/videos of you going down on her, and lord knows it turns her on so much seeing how your swollen lips glisten with her juices.

gf!lara calls you her passenger princess. she doesn’t mind driving all the time. by all means, she just wants you to be comfortable. she subconsciously places her hand on your thigh while driving, out of habit at this point. or just gives her an excuse to shove her hand down in your pants & panties to rub your clit.

gf!lara who’s unintentionally your lullaby machine. when she gets bored or just wants to, she’ll start singing to herself. meanwhile, it’s sending you into a deep sleep or nap. her vocals are just so angelic, what does she expect when she turns her head to see your head bobbing up and down dozing off?

© danisstarkon 2025

[cineatros]

٠࣪⭑ star lover

٠࣪⭑ pairing: lara raj x reader ٠࣪⭑ about: Lara, Katseye’s stunning vocalist, lives for the stage — and for you. What starts as a passing glance at a concert spirals into a dark obsession. Behind her perfect smile hides a dangerous secret: she'll lie, stalk, and destroy anyone who gets between you and the life she’s decided you’ll share. To Lara, you’re not just a fan. You’re hers — and she’ll do anything to keep it that way. ٠࣪⭑ genre: psychological thriller, thriller, romance. ٠࣪⭑ cw: obsession, stalking, language, drugs, alcohol, kidnapping. ٠࣪⭑ wc: 2.4k words ٠࣪⭑ tune in: paparazzi by lady gaga ٠࣪⭑ a/n: i kinda copied joe's glass room where he kept hostage his lovers and also this is an open ending, y'all be the one deciding if you want y/n get killed (like beck did), or got escaped with the help of sophia lol.

You were never the type to stan a group. In fact, you thought it was pathetic—the way people threw money, time, and emotions into strangers who wouldn’t even remember their faces. After One Direction shattered your teenage heart, you swore off idols entirely. Never again, you promised yourself. Never again would you let someone you didn’t even know hurt you.

That vow lasted exactly until the moment you saw her.

It started harmlessly enough. Your sibling had another survival show playing in the living room, just background noise while you scrolled through your phone. You didn’t even look up—didn’t care—until "Buttons" by the Pussycat Dolls blasted through the speakers and something inside you shifted. You glanced at the screen—and there she was.

Curly black hair whipping around her face, voice smooth as silk, moves sharp and dripping with confidence.

You didn’t know it yet, but you were already falling.

"Who’s that?" you asked, trying and failing to sound indifferent as your pulse hammered in your ears. Your sibling smirked knowingly. "I thought you don’t stan groups anymore?"

"I can make an exception," you muttered.

And just like that, you were gone.

You streamed every episode, voted religiously, prayed to gods you didn’t even believe in just to hear her name called during the final lineup. Daniela. Your bias. Your exception. Your secret.

When they finally debuted as Katseye, you were first in line — albums, merch, concert tickets you couldn’t afford—all for a girl who didn’t even know you existed. Or so you thought.

The night of the concert, something changed.

You didn’t dress flashy. You didn’t scream. You just existed—wide-eyed, genuine, different. And Lara Raj—Katseye’s glittering main vocalist—noticed. She noticed the way you lit up the moment Daniela walked by, the gravitational pull you couldn't hide if you tried.

It should’ve ended there. Just another fan interaction. Another fleeting spark in a sea of millions.

But Lara was different.

She didn’t ask for your number. She didn’t have to. She played it smarter. Patiently, methodically, she combed through Daniela’s followers, fan accounts, tagged posts—until she found you. Your profile was public. Wide open. So beautifully reckless.

Lara smiled when she clicked ‘Follow’ on her burner account. And from that moment on, she watched.

She devoured your life one post at a time—your late-night rants, your drunken party selfies, your lonely 3AM tweets about feeling invisible. You were an open book, and Lara read every word.

The club was her idea.

You had posted a story — a shot glass, a tagged location dangerously close to the arena. It wasn’t hard to drag Manon and Daniela along under the excuse of running errands. They didn’t ask questions. They never did.

Inside, the bass thudded through her chest as Lara scanned the crowd. Sweaty bodies blurred together, but you were crystal clear—swaying, laughing, drunk enough to stumble but still devastatingly beautiful.

Lara’s throat went dry. She grabbed Daniela’s wrist and shoved her forward. "Go. Say hi," she ordered.

Daniela, sweet and oblivious, approached you with a smile that made your knees weak. Lara watched the way you lit up, the way you leaned closer instinctively. Everyone would think it was Daniela you needed. Even you.

But Lara knew better.

It wasn’t Daniela. It was her.

She slid seamlessly into the conversation with Manon in tow, pretending it was a coincidence. When your wide, disbelieving eyes met hers, Lara felt it—the click. The spark.

You didn’t know it yet, but you were already hers.

After that night, Lara started seeing you everywhere. Or rather, she put herself everywhere you would be.

She watched every Weverse Live, heart pounding when your username popped up. She saved your blurry mirror selfies. Memorized your Spotify playlists. She knew your favorite drink when you were happy and when you were sad. She knew your favorite color (not just blue—a deep, tragic blue).

She knew your loneliness. She knew your craving to be seen.

And Lara? Lara saw you.

Because real love—real, consuming love—wasn’t about waiting politely. It was about claiming what was yours.

The signs started small.

She would answer your Weverse questions within seconds. Casually mention a song you had posted about just hours earlier. You chalked it up to fate. Harmless.

Because what were the odds that someone like Lara Raj would even know you existed?

You didn’t know that she was already following you. Already memorizing you.

She sat two tables behind you at your favorite cafe every Saturday morning, hidden behind a hoodie and sunglasses, sipping coffee slowly, savoring the proximity.

You never noticed.

You were too busy posting another photo of your croissant and latte. Lara smiled behind her cup.

You had no idea what real love looked like.

But you would.

The bookstore was next.

You posted about your "safe haven," and when you arrived, Lara was already there—flipping through a poetry collection she knew you loved.

You bumped into her, literally, and apologized, laughing shyly. You didn’t even recognize her—not under the hoodie and glasses.

"Maybe we were meant to meet," she said with a tilt of her head, voice low and sweet.

That night, you posted about the encounter: "Met someone today who felt like a character from a book. Strange...but nice."

Lara liked the post from her burner account, then sat back in her darkened hotel room, your photo open on her phone, thumb caressing your face through the glass.

It escalated.

You posted about a food truck festival. She was already there when you arrived.

You went to a pop-up thrift store three cities away. She found you there, flipping through vinyl records.

It was starting to feel...wrong.

But flattering too.

Because why would someone like Lara chase you?

You told yourself not to think too hard. You deserved good things.

You didn’t see the warning signs.

Until one night, during a Weverse Live, Lara laughed and said, almost casually, "You really shouldn’t leave your windows unlocked. It’s dangerous, you know."

Your heart stopped.

Because you had forgotten to lock your window that night.

You pulled away after that. Stopped posting. Stopped answering.

But Lara didn’t like that.

One night, you came home late, exhausted. You didn’t notice the faint smell of her perfume. You didn’t notice the slightly ajar closet door—until it creaked.

Your blood ran cold.

You turned—and she stepped out. Calm. Smiling.

"Hey," she said softly. "I missed you."

You backed away, heart slamming against your ribs.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" you gasped.

Her smile faltered, just for a second.

"You wouldn’t answer me," she said, voice trembling—not with fear, but with rage held tightly in check. "You don’t understand. I’m the only one who truly sees you."

You ran.

But you weren’t fast enough.

She grabbed you from behind, arms iron-strong, whispering into your ear, "No more running, baby. I’m here now."

And nobody heard your screams.

Because Lara had planned this night down to the last detail.

When you woke up, the world was lavender-scented. Soft. Fake.

You were chained to a bed.

And Lara was there, sitting beside you, carrying a tray of your favorite breakfast — because she knew everything about you.

"Eat," she cooed, brushing your hair back. "I know you’re scared. But you’ll see. In time...you’ll love me."

She punished you with silence when you resisted. Rewarded you with soft touches and laughter when you obeyed. Slowly, she filled every corner of your world until you needed her to break the silence.

Until even your nightmares wore her face.

When you finally escaped—slipping through a forgotten window—you thought you had won.

You ran barefoot through the night, found a road, flagged down a car—only to find her waiting behind the wheel.

She smiled as she jabbed the needle into your neck.

"You can’t run from me," she whispered as darkness swallowed you.

You woke up back in her bed.

Back in her arms.

And this time, you understood.

There was no escape.

Not from Lara Raj.

Not from love.

Sophia had always known there was something different about Lara.

At first, she told herself it was nothing. Lara was just...private. Everyone in the group had their quirks. But lately, Lara’s absences had become impossible to ignore. Recording would finish late into the evening, their bodies sore from dance practice, and while the others collapsed into their beds with tired laughter, Lara would slip away. Unannounced. Unbothered.

Sophia noticed the first few times by accident—the quiet sound of their door clicking shut at odd hours. Midnight. Two in the morning. Then the pattern became clearer. Every night, after practice, Lara would disappear.

She tried asking casually once, a joke tossed between the bedposts. “Hey, are you meeting your secret boyfriend or something?” But Lara just laughed it off, her smile too tight, too quick to fade.

It gnawed at Sophia. The unanswered questions, the empty bed across the room, the air of secrets Lara left behind.

Until one night, Sophia couldn’t take it anymore.

She waited up, pretending to scroll through her phone as the clock ticked past one-thirty. Her eyes burned from exhaustion. Around two a.m., like clockwork, she heard it: the faint rustle of movement. Lara, slipping into a hoodie, tugging a baseball cap low over her face.

Sophia’s heart hammered in her ears as she threw on a jacket and followed, careful to leave enough distance between them.

The night was cold, the streets breathing with the quiet hum of neon signs and faraway traffic. Lara moved fast, head down, blending into the shadows. Sophia’s nerves tightly stretched with every step, her mind racing ahead. Where could she be going? A lover’s place? An underground club?

But none of her guesses prepared her for where Lara led her.

A storage facility.

The massive rows of units loomed under harsh fluorescent lights, endless and cold. Sophia hung back behind a corner, watching Lara punch in a code at one of the rusted gates. The roll-up door groaned as it lifted, just enough for her to slip inside.

Sophia hesitated.

This was insane. She should turn back. Pretend she saw nothing. But her feet moved on their own, drawn by a force stronger than her fear. Curiosity. Or maybe, something deeper. Some fragile thread tethered to Lara she couldn’t bear to snap.

She crept inside.

The air smelled of dust and oil. Corridors stretched out in every direction, endless rows of locked units. Sophia’s heart pounded louder than her footsteps. She glanced around, desperate to spot Lara—then she saw it.

An open door. A soft sliver of light spilling onto the concrete floor.

Sophia swallowed hard and edged closer.

And that’s when she saw you.

Inside a glass room.

It didn’t make sense at first—her brain scrambled to process what she was seeing. A bed, neatly made. A bookshelf lined with worn novels. A typewriter perched on a small wooden desk. And in the center of it all...you.

Alive.

Trapped.

You stirred when she knocked on the glass, your eyes fluttering open, disoriented. For a moment, hope flashed across your face—you thought she was someone else. Then your gaze met hers, panic blooming immediately. You scrambled to your feet, pressing your palms to the glass, mouthing something Sophia couldn’t hear.

Help me.

Sophia’s breath caught in her throat. Her hands fumbled for the door, trying to find a lock, anything—

A shadow fell across her.

"You shouldn't have followed me, Soph," came Lara's voice, low and strangely calm.

Sophia whirled around.

Lara stood behind her, arms folded across her chest, her expression unreadable. In the fluorescent light, she didn’t look like Lara, Sophia knew. There was something sharper about her now. Harder. The kind of sharp that could cut.

“Lara…” Sophia choked out. “What the hell is this? Who is she? Why—?”

"You weren’t supposed to see this," Lara said simply, stepping closer. “You should have just minded your own business.”

Sophia stumbled back, her mind reeling. She kept glancing between Lara and the glass prison behind her, as if it would rearrange itself into something more logical if she just blinked enough times.

"You..." Sophia’s voice broke. "You kidnapped someone?"

Lara’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t deny it.

"It’s not like that," she said after a moment. "You wouldn’t understand."

"Then make me understand!" Sophia shouted, her hands trembling.

Lara hesitated, and for the first time that night, something flickered across her face—something close to regret.

"She’s... important," Lara said finally. "I’m protecting her."

"Protecting her?!" Sophia gestures wildly at the glass room. "She’s locked up like a goddamn zoo exhibit, Lara!"

"You don’t know what’s out there," Lara hissed. Her voice cracked at the edges, a raw desperation Sophia had never heard before. "You don’t know what they’d do to her if they found her. She’s safer here."

Sophia shook her head, tears stinging her eyes. "You’re sick. You’re sick and you need help."

The words tasted like betrayal in her mouth. She wanted to take them back the second she saw how Lara flinched. How she looked, for a fleeting moment, like she was breaking too.

"You’re just like everyone else," Lara said quietly. "You look at me and you see a monster."

Sophia pressed a hand to her mouth, heart breaking in a thousand different ways. Because she didn’t want to believe it. Didn’t want to believe that the girl who made her laugh during rehearsals, who shared midnight snacks with her on the dorm floor, who sat beside her on long bus rides with sleepy smiles—that girl could also be capable of this.

But here they were.

The glass. The locks. The lies.

"You need to go," Lara said finally, her voice hollow. She turned away, shoulders tense with grief she didn’t bother to hide. "Before you make things worse."

Sophia staggered back a step, the weight of it all crushing her lungs.

And then she turned and ran.

It wasn’t over.

A week passed.

Sophia stayed silent, terrified, paralyzed by the choice in front of her. If she spoke, if she told someone—it could ruin Lara’s life. Their careers. Their safety. But if she said nothing...

The girl in the glass room would stay trapped.

Sleep became impossible. Food tasted like ash. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw your face, wide with terror, mouthing silent cries for help.

On the seventh night, Sophia made her decision.

She waited again until two a.m., heart thrumming painfully in her ribs. She pulled on a hoodie, slid into sneakers, and crept out while the others slept.

This time, she wasn’t going to watch.

She was going to end it.

[luvseraphh]

girlfriend headcanons.

▹ synopsis: how (I think) Lara would be as your girlfriend!

▹ content warnings: gn!reader, fluff, headcanons

▹ pairing: lara x reader (katseye)

▹ side note: she is THE it girl, not a single girl in this group isn't talented and stunning and I'm jealous </3

always sending you selfies

idk about you but just the sight of her would have me kicking my feet

SENDS YOU COVERS OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS

I feel like she would love wearing matching clothes with you

falling asleep on FaceTime <3

sending each other playlists that make you think of each other

making you laugh all the time

but she knows when it's time to be serious

(similar to manon)

Taglist - @justmylvr @lwcedribbons @im0nsaturn @dvartefox @failurewater @f0reverfaded @t0asty1 @iv-vee @mp3nai @straows @grenadehearts @hecate-frenchfries @imagine-all-the-imagines

ⓒ luvseraph 5/11/25

[ruruvxz]

—𐙚⋆.˚ The Woman Who Left Too Soon

Synopsis; Lara Raj, the lead singer and coveted music producer for Katseye, has never felt the need for useless romance. Don't get her wrong— she loves a good chummy romance, but it was never really for her. That could partly be blamed on her past lover, who abruptly left her just to become some indie artist, but then again, the tides change, and so do the people. And what the— she's famous now, she's unstoppable, she can pull anyone, so why the hell is the woman who left her in the dust, pretending to be all buddy-buddy with her.

STARRING⟡ lara raj x female reader

INCLUDING⟡ blackpink, le sserafim, aespa, katseye, western female artists, and other celebrities i'll name drop l8ter

TAGS⟡ smau, swearing, suggestive themes, the reader is lowkey just beababadoobee, mentions of substance,

STATUS⟡ ONGOING

A/N⟡ this smau is not serious and for all fun and games, anyone mentioned here is not an honest portrayal of their character and how they are in the real world. of course, y/n is not real and I created her as a character, so the photos do not correlate to her whatsoever. and yes, y/n is lightly based on beabadoobee

PROFILES∿

payroll advocates ❀ nightmare blunt rotation

00. what if i was evil.

01. who is she?!

02. dont

03. NO WAY??

04. a bag is a bag

05. Just stop.

06. Better

07. be normal

more to come…

taglist: @lara4eclipze, @yunjinncentral, @meretmanondefender, @1luvkarina, @kristalag, @artrizzler19, @xochitlisbest, @yuenamoon, @meizinisnumberone, @meganskiendielsbtc, @c-yerim , @vrtualstar, @yeetaberry127 (TAGLIST OPEN)

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lara raj - singer, avatar 400*640

The wheel breaks the butterfly, every tear a waterfall In the night, the stormy night, she'd close her eyes

[danisstarkon]

(sick of that) high horse — lara raj ⭑.ᐟ

synopsis — time away from one another, you and lara come back to each other, taking it one step at a time. meanwhile, you’re both struggling with the judgments from friends & family.

genre — angst, kind of happy ending (?)

pairing — lara raj x fem!reader

content warnings — addiction issues, anxiety, dark humor, depression

“sick of that high horse, i just can’t take it no more.”

your ears rang as you felt nothing but pain in your body. your vision blurry, everything like it was in slow motion.

your breathing was shallow, but it was there. all you could make out was that you felt heavy. you remember the headlights shining into the void of the street, and muffled voices. turning your head, you vividly see lara struggling to breathe, her forehead bleeding. the windshield was completely smashed.

the muffled sounds of loud sirens, as well as people scrambling around the car, you could barely make out any of it. you felt like you weren’t completely there either due to the heroin in your system.

your breathing sped up into a full blown panic attack seeing her in that state, and you tried to scream for her, but you couldn’t.

“you have to eat, honey,” your mother says in a concerned, but firm tone of voice as you sat down at the table.

you sighed, not wanting to argue with her, so you took small bites of the eggs on your plate. your stomach slightly churned, as it was hard to keep down food at times, especially in these times.

it’s been 5 months since you’ve seen lara, due to your break you both are going through. to say you miss her is an understatement. you miss waking up next to her, or even waking up to her waking you up on the couch, her presence calmed you. you hoped she was thinking of you, too.

meanwhile, you were settling into your mom’s home, and went to your outpatient therapy as mandated. your mother practically hovered you, as well. you knew it was out of love, but at times you got frustrated. more frustrated than how you got with lara. your mind itched badly to send a text, or even call her to ask how she’s doing. but you know it wouldn’t do any good.

staying at your mom’s house would’ve sounded good, if it weren’t for your older sister who had this attitude that you swore could send you back into relapse. half joking. it’s always with the high superiority about how she could never get into drugs, and how she doesn’t know how you “let yourself go”.

“what do you think about getting back out there? y’know, you could work at the bookstore just down the street in town. it’s nice and quiet, should keep you busy.” your mom suggests and you shrug.

“sounds nice.” you answer with a small voice.

you sister comes into the kitchen with a small snicker, “if she’s not too high to do so,” she says, a directed jab at you, causing you to bite the inside of your cheek. you already weren’t in the mood with your current relationship issues, and your sister was another word away from getting a broken nose.

“hey, we don’t talk like that. your sister is recovering. she’s been clean for 6 months almost.” your mom retorts. your sister rolls her eyes as she sits down, scrolling on her phone.

“so, you still with that lara girl?” she asks to which you nod, “we’re on a break.” you answer.

your sister scoffs with a smirk, “that’s a shocker.”

you look at her with disbelief.

“what?” she asks shocked, “i’m just saying, why continue to work it out when clearly you have issues. i feel bad for her, is all.”

“you don’t know anything,” you retort, “and it’s not any of your fucking business. so don’t talk about stuff you don’t know.”

the older girl laughs, “at least i’m not a druggie who nearly overdosed how many times?”

“girls!” your mom shouts at the both of you, and you clenched your fists in your lap.

your mother went on a whole tangent to your sister about how she shouldn’t judge nor speak on things she doesn’t know about, but you were hardly listening, her words being muffled as you were spacing out in your thoughts.

this entire situation felt so damaging, and you just wanted it to end. you wanted to see lara, that’s all you wanted. but you didn’t even know if she wanted to continue this relationship. what if she gave up and left deciding that she couldn’t handle it anymore?

you didn’t blame her if she did, after all, she wasn’t obligated to stay, especially given the current circumstances. but you hope she stays. you really do.

later, you had a therapy session, one that you were honestly looking forward to. you had a lot of bottled up things, stuff that you wouldn’t want to say out loud to lara or anyone else.

“you had once mentioned you had been in an accident with lara, correct?” you nod, “let’s talk about how you felt.”

swallowing thickly, you only said what you felt right off the top of your head.

“i feel guilty.” you admit in a small voice.

“why?” the therapist asks.

“i was high that night. lara came to get me. she shouldn’t have came to get me, if she didn’t, we wouldn’t have gotten in that accident, she would’ve been fine and safe. she wouldn’t have been hurt.” you say in a wearily spoken tone.

“i understand, you feel guilty because of this. but i’ve noticed, your worry only goes to your girlfriend. why is that?”

hearing this felt like a stupid question, in your head, of course you’d only worry about the safety of lara.

“she’s my girlfriend. i wouldn’t want her to get hurt or worse.” you say. “that accident injured her badly. i still remember. she was stuck, she couldn’t move. it was terrible.”

the counselor nods, mentally noting things down in her head, as well as small notes on her notepad. you didn’t know, but she could see how much you were completely neglecting yourself in this. just by your words.

“y/n, i notice that you don’t speak about how you truly felt. how your body was feeling, how you were feeling mentally, or how you may have been completely neglecting your own self. you haven’t really spoken on yourself.” she explains, which surprised you. “why is that?”

your tongue then tasted like liquid poison, and it felt complicated to answer.

“your friends were using, too, correct?” you nod, “think about it. your friends were high as well that night, too. what if you had gotten in the car with them? what it have changed the course of the outcome?”

this hit you hard.

thinking back, you didn’t care. you didn’t care what happened to you. was it the drugs? most likely. you felt more scared about confronting this topic.

but, you guess it was now or never.

you cross your arms, biting your lip, “i..i don’t think i cared, or care, about myself much to even notice. whenever i was high, i didn’t care about anything. i wasn’t there.” admitting this felt like you were going to choke on your own words.

but it felt finally relieving.

your therapist seemed to see through you. she could tell you desperately just wanted to get better, not just for yourself, but for lara, and others. but it also started with yourself first.

lara sighs as she kept the tv on as background noise, the couch feeling empty without you, as well as the bed you both shared. it was quiet, and although this is how it was before, she missed your simple presence.

lara rubs her eyes, her face bare of any makeup. she rarely wanted to do it these days. it seemed pointless. she honestly hated this entire situation. she knows it’s for the better, but just wants to call you to come back home, to be in her arms. to just be okay again.

she decided to go out for once in a long while, meeting up with a couple of her friends.

“do you still want to be in a relationship with her still?” manon asks, to which lara scoffed out of disbelief.

“of course i do. i wouldn’t have had this whole break thing happen if i didn’t.” she replies, “i just really miss her. i’m worried about her.”

“isn’t her mom taking care of her though? why’re you so worried?” megan asks.

lara sighs brushing her black locks from her face. the girl still has deep seeded fear that somehow, you’d relapse, even though you’re in the care of someone supportive.

but she also knows, she has to have some faith in you.

“i’ve seen y/n at her lowest. sometimes, it’s like she wasn’t even there. she was somewhere else. when i would look into her eyes, she wasn’t there. it’s scary. i don’t want to see her like that again.”

megan and lara both nod softly, before one of them asks.

“what are your parents thoughts?”

“you shouldn’t be with her.” lara’s dad says firmly as they all sat at the dining table.

lara sighed with frustration, and her mother spoke up albeit more softly than her father, “sweetie, we’re just trying to look out for you. y/n is going down a dangerous path. why would you want to be with someone like this?”

“because i love her, and i’m not giving up on her.” lara retorts.

“she’s the one who caused you to end up in that accident in the first place. because you had to get her from being too high. what kind of partner is she? she’s irresponsible, and reckless!” lara’s father nearly shouts.

“you’re going to get hurt because of that girl, she’s not good for you.”

lara understood her parents point of view, but should she throw her entire relationship away? especially because you and her wanted it so badly?

“you don’t understand anything! that accident wasn’t her fault. and i wasn’t about to let her get in a car with others who were using as well. i’m the only one who’s there for y/n! i’ve been there through her lows, her withdrawals, all of it! you don’t understand what she’s going through, you don’t get to judge her. i’m not walking out on her.” she retaliated.

her pride got the better of her, and lara just didn’t want to deal with her parents thoughts or judgments on the matter.

as parents, all you want is your child to be shielded from hurt, and be protected from the harsh realities of the world.

but, you can’t. you have to let them enter the world, and getting hurt is a part of it.

lara knew this, but she also knew her heart. her heart belonged to you. she couldn’t let go of you, not now. not ever.

-

you stood outside of lara’s apartment, your hands sweating with anxiety. just knock on the door already, you thought.

your mind ran a million miles, one thought wanting you to run away back in your car, and drive away, the other needing you to finally see your girlfriend, just to feel the comfort of her presence.

the latter decided differently, until you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket. you grab it, seeing lara’s contact.

swallowing thicky, you pressed the green icon.

“hello?”

“hey,” lara replied through the other line.

“h-hey,” you shakily say.

a few seconds of silence.

until the front door suddenly opened, revealing lara, her phone to her ear, with a small smile on her face.

you look up with semi wide eyes, letting go of a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“you have time to talk?” she asks.

you smile a little, “yeah.”

-

“sick of that high horse, our minds, don’t work like theirs.”

© danisstarkon 2025

[cineatros]

artworksˎˊ˗

⋆.˚ daniela avanzini

ﾒ love me like a friend - smau

ﾒ art of desire - smau

༯ kills for love - headcanon

༯ hello, you - one shot

༯ do you love me? - one shot

༯ last look - one shot

༯ haunted by you - drabble

⋆.˚ sophia laforteza

ﾒ dorm 214 - smau

༯ mask and moonlight - headcanon

༯ who am i really? - one shot

༯ forgetful sophia - one shot

༯ without warning - one shot

༯ unexpected hello, unwanted goodbye - one shot

⋆.˚ manon bannerman

ﾒ guilty as sin - smau

༯ electric love - headcanon

༯ only star - one shot

༯ must be love - one shot

༯ right where you left me - one shot

⋆.˚ megan skiendiel

ﾒ rules of flirting - smau

༯ shifting hearts - headcanon

༯ love last - one shot

༯ too curious, too oblivious - one shot

⋆.˚ lara raj

ﾒ tied to you - smau

༯ thorns of love - headcanon

༯ star lover - one shot

⋆.˚ yoonchae jeung

༯ black magic - headcanon

༯ love, chae - one shot

༯ one step at a time - one shot

for entertainment purpose only.

[sajaboys]

LARA RAJ in MONSTER HIGH FRIGHT SONG MV (2025)