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𝓢𝒖𝒃𝒕𝒍𝒆 & 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕, 𝓓.𝓐.

♱ 𝒚𝒕 𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒐; daniela’s a passionate woman, and the thrill of getting caught showing it really flicks a switch in her

♱ 𝒄𝒘; 7th member au!r, horned-up!dani, touchy!dani

𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆, pt. one, two, three

𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝑪𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝑨𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒀𝒐𝒖

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆ clip one: [ tiktok ] doing shit w dani (@katseye)

“like you’re such a fucking angel,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. though, you didn’t bother fighting the grin that spread across your lips at the banter. “drop the saint act, daniela.”

“oh, come on, mami. i’m as pure as they come,” the latina purred, her tongue tracing the corner of her mouth.

she had the phone set on her desk in her room, sporting a pink stussy beanie under the pulled hood of her black zip-up. she sat back into her black swivel chair, her legs spread wide, and a slice of pizza in hand. you sat in manon’s chair beside her, body just out of frame as you leant in close over her shoulder to engage with your eager fans and their comments on live.

“if you’re pure, then i’m the virgin mary.” you whispered, bopping the tip of her nose with your finger.

“you don’t meet the most important requirement to be the ‘virgin’ mary.” she teased. you scoff, shoving her.

she grabbed your wrist lightly, making loud grunts as she fake-gnawed your arm. you squealed, jerking away as daniela let out a loud series of laughter. she had yanked the slice straight from your hand, biting into it. you sat up, clicking your tongue.

user01 not religious but on my knees at this altar

user02 she can be barbie and i can be the box she comes in

user03 “till-” no we’re not stopping this threesome i fear

user04 call me benson goon cuz im taking off my blue jeans

“daniela andrea,” you called sternly. she just stared back with a teasing glint in her eye, smirking. “if you don’t give me back my dinner, i’ll send you up to meet the virgin mary.”

she shrugged, “sorry, mami, you don’t deserve it. you can’t be disrespecting me when you’re eating the pizza i bought.”

you stood, knocking manon’s chair back a couple inches. you shot her a faux look of irritant, scrunching your nose. “well, i’m grabbing another piece of the pizza you bought. you asked me to join you, so i expect some kind of compensation.”

just as you wedged yourself between daniela and her desk, she grabbed your hips roughly, pulling you back and down into her lap. her hand grabbed the underside of your knees, the other supporting the small of your back. she pushed her chair back with her feet, wheeling away from the camera. her name rolled off your tongue like a cursed chain, you grabbed onto her tightly in fear of rolling off her thighs and onto the floor.

daniela quickly stood up, taking advantage of the momentum to throw you on her bed. though, she couldn’t let go quick enough, and her body tumbled into yours. just out of frame.

user05 born to ride or whatever lana del rey said

user06 i’ll have what they’re having… and the pizza too ig

user07 okay guys jokes over who took my clothes

daniela laid atop of you, her arms still around your body as you playfully slapped her back. you groaned, struggling to move from under her. thankfully, the two of you were just conveniently out of frame. “dani--!” you whined, struggling to wrong free from her grasp. “get off, you’re heavy.”

she gasped, sitting up. “i’m not heavy! don’t fat-shame me.”

“maybe stop eating so much pizza, you little--!” you rolled over, grabbing daniela’s pillow and smothering her with it. you hear her scream at the top of her lungs into the fur, before grabbing at your hips anchored over hers.

user08 so y/n’s the type gf to straddle you?? scotty beam me

user09 we used to pray for a ankle reveals i feel so blessed

user10 i just know these two have the craziest sesbian lex

you managed to wriggle away from a laughing daniela. you returned to the desk, leaving the younger panting, lying alone on her bed. you grabbed a new slice from the box, biting into the corner. “anyway--sorry you had to witness that little pause, guys. dani woke up and decided to be a brat today.”

“aye, i leave you alone with the camera for a minute and you’re talking shit about me, mami?” the latina chuckled, setting herself down beside you. she pulled your chair by the armrest, close, and into her embrace as she leant over to bite your slice. “you’re the one messing up my momentum up in here.”

she refused to back away, getting in your personal space like her life depended on it. her head rested on your shoulder for the rest of the live, her hands roaming your midsection as she hugged you from the side. you didn’t seem to notice, or mind, as her fingers dragged across your body like she was writing.

user11 damn gotta pry y/n out of dani’s cold dead hands huh

user12 girl chill ain’t nobody tryna take her from you

user13 y/n got our girl acting up like how good is that strap

user14 i wish someone would put me in my place too

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆ clip two: [ yt video ] katseye’s routine (@glossier)

daniela could stare at you for days on end. it was an issue.

she’s seen the edits, she’s seen the tiktoks, but it didn’t matter how many times she told herself she was going to be careful the next interview or the next press event, she just couldn’t. it was almost like she wasn’t physically able to.

setting her up with you for the glossier video was such bullshit. she swore the team was praying on her downfall. this was their doing--can they really blame her when she couldn’t control it?

“good morning, people of america.” you sang, adjusting your headband in the mirror. daniela’s eyes trained on you, and though the camera sat faced away from the mirror, the fans were certain she was watching your reflection. “this is a ‘get ready with me’ with y/n and daniela from katseye.”

she waved to the camera, her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth. “today, we’re showing you our makeup routine.”

“wait, i love the braid band.” you complimented, turning your back towards the latina. she couldn’t keep the smile from creeping on her lips. “that’s so easy, i wish i could do that.”

the video cut to manon and sophia, then the maknae line. it wasn’t long before the two of you were back on screen.

“personally, i love a more glossy look. i used to really enjoy the matte finish back in, like, 2013, when it was all about youtube tutorials and king kylie tumblr girls, y’know?” daniela hummed, watching you spray mario bodescu all over. your cheeks glisten, the mist highlighting your features. she stilled, like she had forgotten she was supposed to be starting her routine as well. “but now, i just think the sweaty look works.”

daniela laughed, “you did not just quote tyla at me.”

“no, but she’s so real for that!” you giggled, fanning your face as the primer set. “honestly, i don’t think i can pull off the matte look the way i did when i was like thirteen. my friends from home still clown me with those pictures.”

“like you could ever look that bad.” daniela rolled her eyes, “didn’t we do that style for the debut concept shoot?”

you glared at her, a small teasing smile on her lips. “okay, didn’t have to call me out like that--aren’t we supposed to start? why am i the only one doing a routine right now?”

one of her hands were around your waist, the other picking up her facial spray. she snuck one last glance at you through the mirror before her hand left your hip, misting her features.

after a few interludes of the others starting off their routine, the two of you were centre of attention again.

“valerie put us on this amazing foundation,” daniela said, holding the bottle up to the camera with a hand behind. she once again, snuck you a look, watching you put it on before she does it herself. “it’s the glossier stretch fluid foundation.”

“yeah, it makes me look like i actually drink water.”

“i know you drink water, mami,” the latina added, putting on her own foundation. “i got you that big owala, remember? i made sure you put that thing to good use. wait, isn’t that--!”

she leant over you, covering the camera with her arm for a brief moment before she pulled back, a large bottle in hand.

“oh, yeah, it’s here. i bring it with me everywhere.” you said.

daniela struck a few poses with it, pouting before handing it to you. as your lips latched around the straw to take a sip, her hand found the small of your back, before she got in close to take a large swig of water as well. “see? drink your water, kids.”

user01 is this a grwm or a third-wheeling campaign

user02 dani acting up again she be all over our girl lmao

user03 ok guys not funny who took my clothes

user04 so did glossier just decide we were third wheeling tdy

“i love this liner. i was asking ariana greenblatt about her lip combo at the barbie premiere afterparty last year, and she put me onto makeup forever.” your body leant in close to the mirror, pressing your lips together. you carefully dragged the tip of the pencil across your lips, but you were struggling to keep the tip within your lips. you sighed in frustration. “fuck, i need to sharpen this thing, it’s not working.”

daniela’s hand left your back, grabbing your pencil. she rummaged through her makeup bag. “here, i have mine.”

when she was done sharpening your pencil, she twirled her finger, and naturally, you turned towards her. your eyes flickered to the floor as her fingers gently grabbed your chin. she pursed her lips, you mirrored her action. she carefully fixed the missed lining, before dragging her thumb across the top of your lip for a cleaner edge. “there we go. isn’t that better?”

you knew it closer to the camera, smiling and tilting your head side to side. “we love a clean liner here.”

“si, mami, me encanta el buen maquillaje,” daniela announced in a sing-song voice. she circled her arms around your neck, burying her nose into your cheek. “y te amo, guapa.”

“yo tambien, te quiero, dani.” you whispered, hugging her hips.

user05 the fact she knows the spanish ilyt is crazy

user06 the way it rolled off her tongue so fast too she knew

user07 oh baby had that answer locked and loaded

“wait, i’ve never tried that one before.” you said, trying to read the label on daniela’s lipgloss. it was a new edition glossier gloss, one you haven’t seen yet. “can i try yours, please?”

she nodded, handing you the tube. you quickly applied it, but in the short couple seconds you were fixing your lips, daniela’s eyes never tore away from your face. she smiled.

“mmh. this isn’t really my colour,” you sighed, setting it down.

“no, no, you look good. you look sexy,” daniela assured, her lips spreading into a wide smile. “

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆ clip three: [ weverse ] making gnarly sandwiches

“absolutely the fuck not, that shit looks radioactive.” daniela scoffed, her head pulling back and away from manon’s sandwich. the older pouted, insistent with the way she kept leaning forward. “manon--stop! i don’t consent!”

“come on, it’s not even that bad. just try it!” the ghanaian woman barked back, chasing daniela around the set.

you focused on stacking the ghastly ingredients in between the two flimsy slices. mustard was sliding out, and as you crushed the bread into each other, the tuna juice dribbled all over your fingers. it was beyond disgusting, but somehow, not the grossest thing sitting at the table right then.

user01 danon divorce preachers been real quiet in this live

user02 y/n’s so focused this gg is so unserious

user03 omg not megan force feeding sophia her sandwich

the eldest eventually gave into daniela’s protests, growing tired of chasing the woman around with a plate in her hands.she managed to give yoonchae a tiny bite, as the youngest made a face, diving towards the sink to spit out the disgusting bite.

daniela found her spot beside you, shooting her roommate a disapproving scowl as manon tended to a hacking yoonchae by the sink. the latina rested her chin on your shoulder.

“someone said, ‘i need y/n in my life’.” sophia read off the ipad at the edge of the table. she peered over at you, who was still focused on the sandwich before her. daniela’s arms wrapped around your midsection tightly, she snarled at the main camera. you weren’t fazed, holding up your plate.

“too bad, she’s all mine.” the latina purred, “get your own.”

user04 damn ok girl ain’t nobody tryna square up rn

user05 until she forgets how to speak spanish

user06 don’t know who i want to be more honestly

you picked the sandwich off your plate, holding it up to daniela’s face. the girl instinctively pulled back, but upon seeing your look of excitement, she couldn’t deny the request that followed. “wait, dani, try mine. it’s not that bad.”

though the girl grimaced, and eyed your sandwich like it was radioactive, she didn’t need another beat to move in for a bite.

it was disgusting, gnarly, if you will. but still, daniela persisted. she managed to swallow the bite, but washed the gamy aftertaste down with half a bottle of water. you laughed at her reaction, dusting your hands off before brushing some hair out of her face. she faked a dramatic gag, a hand on her chest.

“jesus christ, it tastes like monkey ass.” she scoffed. you hit her chest lightly, clicking your tongue. “i mean--mmh, yum.”

user07 damn gotta fake it for the wife huh

user08 seven times a day or whatever jhope said

user09 they finna make me hit the ggum emote

“manz, will you come try it?” you pleaded softly, beckoning her over with a wishful pout. “it’s not that bad, i swear.”

manon raised an eyebrow, shaking her head. she dramatically eyed your plate, then back up at your eyes. “don’t play with me, babe, i saw the way daniela just choked to that.”

“no, dani loved it. right, babe?” you grinned, awaiting support.

daniela’s eyes widened immediately, she was about to choke out some lazy reply before she caught the hopeful glint in your eye. it was just too precious to ruin, so she bit back whatever sass she would usually spit. if you were anybody else.

“it wasn’t that bad.” she shrugged, her fingers trapping at your stomach as they found their way under your shirt. “y/n made it, so of course it was good. definitely better than yours.”

“uhm, excuse you?” the eldest scoffed, “you’re biased.”

“i don’t know… if you try it, you won’t think so.” you wiggled the sandwich in your hand, as if enticing manon. still, the older woman didn’t seem to budge from her stance.

“just try her sandwich, manz.” daniela ordered, “come on.”

the eldest groaned, slowly sauntering over before hesitantly leaning in for the tiniest bite she could manage. and though the mixture of ingredients looked atrocious, the taste was meshed awfully well. manon’s eyes narrowed, humming.

“oh my god, that’s actually not bad.” she was promptly pushed out of the way by megan, who pleaded for a taste too.

daniela smiled as you beamed at the members lining up to judge for themselves, front pressed against your back in a tight embrace. the only people who seemed fazed was eyekons.

user10 the fact that this is a normal occurrence

user11 dani fighting invisible demons for her woman rn

user12 “married couple making sandwiches for their kids” ahh

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆ clip four: [ weverse ] roommates hanging out

“okay, what’s a rumour you guys want to debunk?” manon read, turning to give you a look. you laid beside her on the bed, picking at your newly filed nails. “y/n? you wanna go?”

you looked off camera at lara, who smirked teasingly between you and daniela, who was eating the kimchi stew she ordered.

“uh--ooh! i saw some tiktoks like clipping that picture of me and dylan at coachella. we are not dating, guys, i’ve known dylan for years, he’s like my brother.” you announced, earning a loud series of hysterical laughter from lara and manon.

if only they knew how many you could’ve chosen from.

at coachella, you spent some time with dylan. it was such good luck katseye and the wallows were set to perform on the same day, because it gave you some quality time to see your friends. but tabloids being tabloids loved taking things out of context, so of course the pictures of you hugging him, or the ones of him with his arm around you as the both of you stand to tyler, the creator’s set, were posted as ‘dating confirmations’.

“oh my god, i remember my sister sending me this tiktok that’s like ‘y/n and dylan’s story’ and it was like clips of them from five years ago.” lara laughed, “she was all like, ‘y/n’s dating the guy from thirteen reasons why?’ it was so stupid and funny.”

you rolled your eyes, sighing deeply. “stop, it was so bad.”

“guys, stop exposing y/n and dylan like that,” manon whined, unable to hold back her smile. “leave the couple alone.”

“guys, dylan has a whole ass girlfriend, don’t get me in shit for something that isn’t true.” you warned, leaning close to the phone. “me and dylan are not dating. we’re not a couple. we’re just really good friends, stop tagging us in the ship edits.”

user01 the fake eyekons are forgetting they’re actual people

user02 yeah they’re both taken guys come on now

user03 dani going quiet rn is so out of character lmao

the latina sauntered around the beds, you felt manon’s bed dip behind you as she curled herself around you. she stuck her legs through your arm propping yourself up, you lay on her instinctively, your arm across her lap as you held your head up. her fingers stroked your hair, as you droned on and on.

“no, ‘cuz i remember you were like on the phone with dylan talking about it after coachella.” manon added, “it was like when… that one article dropped, right?”

you rolled your eyes. “yeah, we were fighting for our life, girl.”

“it was actually such an era. dylan took it like a champ though, props to him.” lara chuckled, “dani? any rumours to debunk?”

it took her a split second to snap out of her daze, you shot her a look from under her. she coughed, clearing her throat.

“no…? nothing’s really coming to mind right now.” she faked a moment of thought, but ended up shaking her head anyways.

user04 girl is sweating rn lmao all eyes on her

user05 she knows she’s lying out her ass right now

user06 address the #dann/n allegations mother

manon, who was reading the comments, had a growing grin on her face. she snapped her head back, and all she needed to do was give daniela one sly smirk, the latina knew exactly what the fans were begging for. “you sure about that, dani?”

she glared at her roommate, who just made a very unsubtle face. you lightly smack manon, the eldest held her hands up.

“god, must you always instigate?” you asked, scowling.

user07 damn she got her wife stepping up for her

user08 she’s so hot guys i can’t do this shit anymore

user09 she said shut down those allegations fr

user10 manon is our strongest dann/n warrior i fear

“--lara!” daniela suddenly raised, her eyes finding the indian singer’s, but her hands still tending to your hair. “what about you, babe. you got any rumours you want to debunk?”

and though the topic of discussion seemed to shift away from you, clips of you and daniela cuddling and being unable to pry yourselves away from each other were a hot topic on weverse and eyekonville. the two of you might not need to verbally debunk anything, because your actions certainly prove the fandom’s speculation may be more than just rumours.

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆ clip five: [ yt video ] katseye spilling truth on allure

“mami, don’t lie, we know you better than that.”

you were caught right then and there, as if you could ever convince anybody daniela wasn’t the first person you looked for when you entered a room. the girls collectively gave you ‘seriously?’ looks, pinning a spotlight all on you.

“y/n, how are you like when you have a crush?” lara repeated.

you hated answering questions like these. it gave the fans too much power. “uhm… well, i’m not a big physical touch person, but if i like someone, i’ll get really touchy.”

a quick compilation of you only letting daniela anywhere near your personal space was inserted. then a couple clips of you shying away from the other members’ grasp.

“let me tell you, one time, like a long time ago, y/n and i were on a double date. like, we snuck out of my parents’ house and we had a double date, and y/n was so disgusted by the thought of letting him hold her hand, she was like icing her date out the whole time.” lara laughed, “it was so funny, like she was allergic to his hand or something.”

the girls all broke into laughter at the story. they were no stranger to this inside joke, much to daniela’s dismay.

“well…” manon started, peaking at the card in lara’s hand, “the follow up question is, ‘do you have a crush on someone now?”

you fell silent, your cheeks flushing with heat.

sophia wheezed, poking the side of your cheek. you jerked away, trying to hide your smile. “look, y/n’s getting red. aww!”

“can i pass this question?” you asked, “is that an option?”

“no, no, you have the answer the question, that’s the game!” yoonchae yelled, standing from her seat. “spill, or drink!”

daniela was awfully quiet this entire turn. she only stared at you, not even tearing her gaze away for sophia’s shouting or lara’s vicious laughter. she had a small smile on her lips, her piercing eyes trained on your flustered state.

“y/n actually has a crush on our beloved eyekons.” the latina stepped up, you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. “she only has time for our fans, right?”

you grinned, grateful for her rushing to your rescue. “mhm.”

“dani’s helping her answer, it’s not fair!” megan whined.

“aye, no answer is an answer in itself, y’know what i mean?” megan mumbled, “keep your secrets then, y/n.”

daniela’s hand reached for yours under the table, fans zoomed in on the gesture the two of you tried keeping subtle. but of course, by now, you knew nothing escaped your fandom.

how much longer will #dann/n be subtle and secret?

𝒂𝒏; god gabriela era dani is doing sth to me. guys a bet fic is in the works trust the process. chat w me my inbox is open!!

𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒙𝒙

#sillyposting #katseye #katseye x reader #katseye imagines #daniela avanzini x reader #daniela avanzini #katseye daniela #daniela katseye #daniela x reader

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sillymommy6969 · 7 days ago

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GLUBS COMING WITH THE CLUTCH FOR THESE BET FICS CHAT BUBUBUBUBOOOOMMMM 😝😝😝😝!!!!!

Okay, so my idea is moments like your series ‘Breakin’ Dishes’ but it’s YumeKira fighting over dense reader, heh.. Reader got that sunshine lollipops ahh personality too pure for that freaky ahh school would be nice too, but she got that duality 😈😈😈😈

THANK ME LATER

hold on let us cook‼️‼️ can you expand on how you want the dynamics to be like lowk i see it in my head yk but i want some specifics that you want to see in this xx

#sillyreplies ྀི #bet netflix #bet #yumekira #yumeko jabami #kira timurov

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sillymommy6969 · 7 days ago

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because i love bet and yumekira i will be starting to take requests to write bet fics if yall want cuz idk why there’s like zero bet fics

#sillythoughts^ྀི #sillyreplies ྀི #bet #bet netflix #yumeko jabami #kira timurov #yumekira #clara alexandrova #miku martineau

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sillymommy6969 · 8 days ago

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Speaking of bet! Will you ever write for them? Like will you ever write or accept request for Miku or Clara or even Yumeko or Kira?

i’m open to making a sub blog just for bet honestly if yall want

#sillyreplies ྀི #sillythoughts^ྀི #bet #bet netflix

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sillymommy6969 · 8 days ago

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queen what do we think about yumekira

OMFG HOLD ME TF BACK I ACTUALLY LOVED BET AND IM IN LOVE W CLARA AND IM ACTUALLY FUCKING FERAL WHERE IS THE S2 ANOUNCEMENT

#sillyreplies ྀི

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sillymommy6969 · 8 days ago

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𝓑𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒂𝒅, 𝓢.𝓛.

♱ 𝒚𝒕 𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒐; 4 times sophia laforteza couldn’t stake her claim, and 1 time she proves just who you belong to

♱ 𝒄𝒘; 7th member au!r, jealous!s, possessive!s, touchy!s

𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆, pt. one, two, three

𝓢𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒂’𝒔 𝟓 𝑨𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆ clip one: [ weverse live ] gnarly eats w/ katseye

“oh, come on, you’re saying you didn’t think about it like that? not once?” lara asked, gaze trained on you with a teasing glint flickering in her eyes. you rolled your eyes at her insistence, like you hadn’t denied the same question twice already--when you had first joined dream academy’s training camp, you and lara were roommates. it wasn’t quite as obvious then as it was now, but she loved flirting with you. and she wasn’t shy about it.

“oh, please, like you don’t flirt with every pretty face you see.” you bit back, lips quirking into a coy smile. like the tease you were, you couldn’t resist an arising challenge. “i know you. and i know you love a good chase, raja.”

and like the stud she was, lara couldn’t back down. she let out a sultry laugh, her head tilting down briefly, her eyes fluttering shut. when she glanced back up at you, she was beyond ready to play your game. “so you know you got a pretty face, huh?”

user01 it almost feels like i’m interrupting something

user02 “dinner’s ready” i yell as i lay on the dinner table

user03 rock paper these two definitely scissor

daniela let out a loud whistle, fanning herself. you sat near the right end of the table, and sat between you and the indian singer was the fan-favourite roommate pair.

manon waved her hands, swallowing the bite she had swirling in her mouth before gently shoving the two of you back into your seats. you giggled at the unsubtle twist of disgust in her expression, but fall back away from the two anyways.

“ya’ll better back up before i call hr.” she threatened lightly.

at the other end, the far right, of the table, those assigned comments duty had their attention torn away from the screens cradled in their hands, necks craned to watch the two members absolutely taking the fandom by the neck right then.

megan, though a little lost in the conversation droning on on top of the flooding comments on the livestream, laughed along with whatever joke or antic she barely made out. she peered down at the ipad, words speeding much too fast for her dyslexic mind, but it was hard to miss some repetitive replies:

user04 do they know it’s legal now (it’s pride month too)

user05 i knew there was sth off about you… YOU’RE GAY

user06 like we’re all surprised they’re always flirting bro

“haha--someone said, ‘these lesbians’.” megan read aloud, her eyes widened as she passed yoonchae the ipad.

sitting at the end of that side, sophia was awfully quiet. she hadn’t touched her food in a while, and who was supposed to be the loud, present leader, was now a mysteriously silent observer. she bit back whatever shit she wanted to say, to yell, at an unsuspecting, but nevertheless guilty, lara raj.

it wasn’t the first time she had made her attraction to you known, despite your apparent disinterest in pursuing anything with one of your best friends. still, she persisted. and god, there was nothing in the world that pissed sophia off more.

“‘lara shooting her shot for all of us’,” megan continued reciting, “‘the way they’d make the hottest fucking couple is absolutely gnarly’--oh my god, it’s like a thirst box in here.”

sophia sulked, unwilling to take the ipad when yoonchae offered. she crossed her arms, leaning back into her seat as you all raged on about the intense support a hypothetical relationship between you and lara had managed to gather. every comment read aloud fuelled her irritant more. it was almost out of character, for somebody as vibrant a spirit as sophia, and a blind person could have noticed it.

user07 holy fuck if looks could kill sophia’s going on death row

user08 lara better wrap it up before she gets jumped

user09 when the loud ones go quiet yk shits hitting the fan

“what even happened back then?” daniela questioned, her fork hanging off her lips as she turned to you. mid-bite of the bowl of ramen in your mouth, you hummed. “i remember lara would like completely change her personality whenever y/n would come in a room or like join a conversation. it was so funny, like, everybody would make fun of her for it ‘cuz, like, what?”

“oh my god, when emily would give me the most obvious, unslick look when you would come up and talk to me. she was itching to say something every time,” lara groaned.

“really?” you giggled, “i hadn’t noticed… but now that you mention it, i do remember dani saying something about it.”

“yeah, she was so down bad, bro!” megan added, her infectious laughter tearing through the room. “so annoying.”

user10 i love the no pr training they just expose themselves

user11 we got lara’s love confession before a new comeback

user12 guys why is sophia so pressed this is sending me

upon a mindful nudge from daniela, you glanced to your left. sophia was sitting stiffly, her jaw drawn tight, trying to keep her smile from looking like a grimace. you knew that look. and you were praying she wouldn’t combust on live.

lara called your name softly. “no, but seriously. if i had made a move back then, who knows what would’ve happened?”

you shrugged, chuckling. who did know? perhaps way back during dream academy days, that version of you would have loved to shack it up with your indian bandmate. you rolled your eyes, flashing a tempting grin. you eased her subtle try at hitting on you. “oh please, you would’ve been rejected so fast.”

sophia leaned forward suddenly, her voice breaking the mold for the first time in what felt like eons. it came out a little sharp for her own taste, “yeah, well. good thing you didn’t.”

all eyes landed on their leader. the live silenced for a moment.

“sophia, you okay?” you asked, one brow raised. as bad as it sounded, you enjoyed lighting her fuse. it was entertaining.

“mhm,” sophia said, too quickly. “just... it’s super crazy.”

lara let out a low snort, jumping at the chance to poke fun at her usually composed leader. “what, jealous?”

sophia opened her mouth, then shut it. she reminded herself of the multiple cameras trained on her every move right then. she smiled, a sarcastically faux smile, but a smile nonetheless. you were familiar with her mannerisms well enough to know she was just itching to snap back, the slight twitch in her eye was more than enough of a hint for that. oblivious to the radiating vex from the filipina, you tilted your head, lost.

"please," she muttered, trying to sound unimpressed, laughing the jab off like a joke. "like i have anything to be jealous about."

user13 oh baby who is you this ain’t fooling nobody

user14 sophia try not to kill lara for being a dipshit challenge

user15 omg she’s feeding the n/nphinz agenda well

lara raised a brow in challenge. “possessive, much?”

“me? no,” sophia said curtly, exhaling deeply through her nose. she ran a hand through her hair, shaking her head. “see, i know y/n likes me better, i’m her… best friend. she’s mine, see?”

you wet your lips, catching sophia’s eye. you noticed the sharp, jagged edge of her smile. still, you couldn’t help the playful tug seeping through the smile that hung on your face. “you would have been shut down too. sorry, fi, no special treatment.”

user16 i would never socially recover from a public rejection

user17 she did NOT even stutter lmao poor sophia

user18 imagine having a face card so lethal you reject sophia

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆ clip two: [ vlog ] angel city fc pride match w/ katseye

sporting the custom jersey, your name ironed across your back, you stood amongst your bandmates as seven pairs of feet stepped out onto the lush green field of angel city fc’s stadium. clutching your hand tightly, sophia lead you to stand sandwiched between all the other members. you waved and beamed up at the thousands of fans shrieking down at you.

your camera team followed you closely, documenting every little detail of this momentous occasion. sometime between the staged welcome and being lead to the stands where your seats were reserved, you had lost sophia’s clutch, and wound up in daniel’s instead. the latina, occupied by her surroundings, hadn’t even noticed when she grabbed your hand, tracing patterns over it as she added to megan’s story for the cameras.

you have never thought twice about it--daniela was a very affectionate person. but that didn’t mean others haven’t.

“mahal, come ‘ere,” sophia suddenly called from behind megan. your hand tugged away from daniela’s, who was still deeply engrossed in conversation about the double date story megan and lara had insisted on gate keeping from the fans.

her hands found your back, warm hands palming the soft skin of your hips, tucking your shirt into your bra the way it was.

then, her hands grabbed your hips firmly, pulling you down into her lap as her arms encircled your waist securely. her chin found your shoulder, her breath fanning your collarbone. you yelped, a little breathless as you ended up on her lap, legs entangled awkwardly, faces inches apart. you wondered what had gotten into the sweet, composed sophia you usually saw. like the eyekons have pointed out multiple times online, she had been acting awfully protective of you. it was odd.

“sophia,” daniela chuckled, “what’s going on there, hon?”

you felt her arms tighten around you when attention suddenly fell on the two of you. it squeezed a gasp from you, your hands finding hers clutching onto your stomach.

“nothing,” she grumbled, “just getting comfortable…”

daniela and megan shared a look, but upon seeing your dazed focus, they decided it wasn’t worth pissing off sophia.

throughout the game, you were engaging with fans and bringing a lively energy to the game. when sophia had eventually let you go, by the hand, megan dragged you over to some fans waving you over. she was entrapped by the labubu outstretched from the woman’s hand, cradling it as she squealed. you giggled, thanking the fan as megan picked and probed at the fanged creature on its keychain.

“y/n, i got one for you too!” she called, pulling a gold-furred (your assigned colour) one from her bag and holding it out.

“oh my goodness,” you gasped, taking it carefully. the corner of your lips pried from ear to ear as you glanced back up at the woman. “thank you, pretty girl. can i give you a hug?”

upon her very enthusiastic agreement, you stepped onto one of the seats in front of the stands, reaching up to wrap you arm around her neck tightly. the fan spared no time, encircling her own around your frame as she squealed into your ear.

just then, you heard a tsunami of fanfare plague the stadium.

megan’s hand continuously thrusted against the back of your shoulder. it took you a second to pull away from the hug, your head snapping back at the hawaiian at her persistent abuse. but she had her eyes set on something else, much further, and much higher. her arm hung high, finger erect and pointing high at a reflective, and very pink screen on the jumbotron.

mounted with animated hearts floating up the screen, pixelated frills lined the big heart. across the top sprawled big, bubbled letters: “KISS CAM!” framed in the centre of the heart was the fan and a familiar katseye member, your name on display as the screen delayed the shock on your face.

you glanced over at the younger for support, wordlessly pleading for a solution. but come on, it was megan.

“just do it.” megan encouraged, urging you towards the fan.

you cleared your throat, watching as the fan and her friend recorded the screen in excitement. you wagged a finger at her, cheekily tugging at your lip with your teeth as you stepped back onto the seat against the stands. you could see it took everything in her to contain the ecstasy coursing through her veins, but she digressed. you gently cupped her cheek, pursing your lips to plant a soft kiss against the other. the camera zoomed in on the mark staining her cheek, which was quickly masked by the faint shade flushing to her defined cheeks.

“oh my god, this is fucking crazy!” she slurred, drunk on you.

you laughed, clasping your hands together and blowing a kiss towards the cameras. and suddenly, soccer wasn’t the reason people were cheering throughout the crowd anymore.

you bid the fan farewell, thanking them once again for the gifts as you made your way back towards the seats assigned just for you. the kiss cam went to another few people in the stands, but none as captivating as yours.

“looks like you’ve made someone’s day,” manon chuckled when the two of you got back to the group. she pointed at the stands, where the fan had fallen back, her friend fanning her.

“or ruined someone else’s.” daniela mumbled, nudging your elbow. you could feel sophia’s sour expression from there.

a possessive hand grabbed you by the waist, pulling you back down into a warm lap. she didn’t say a word, not even a sound, but you could feel her through her grappling fingertips. she was silently praying the kiss cam would land on your group just so she could get a piece of you for herself. alas, no such luck.

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆ clip three: [ vlog ] lounging w the laforteza’s | katseye

it was no surprise when somebody would make their affections for you apparent, sophia had grown accustomed to it. could she blame them? you were katseye’s golden girl, everybody’s favourite in one way or another. though she liked having you under her arm, she knew she had to share. it wouldn’t be fair for people to not be able to enjoy the pleasure that was you.

when katseye were in the philippines for showcase week, the laforteza’s generously offered to host the girls for dinner the very first night. the week leading up to your flight, sophia was absolutely buzzing, eager to jump at the opportunity to go home and see her family. it made your heart swell.

“my mom’s going all out, y’know, she’s got so much food, i think we’re all about to implode.” sophia said to the camera, “man, i can’t believe you guys are all gonna be in my house, with my pets, my brothers… that’s insane.”

“yeah, yoonchae squared.” the maknae giggled.

“wait, didn’t bailey have a massive thing for y/n?” megan snorted, nudging the filipina with her elbow. you chuckled, beside megan, who was wedged between you and sophia in the middle row of the van. behind you, lara poked her head through the gap between you and megan’s, humming. “oh, yeah, and he’d come drop things off for sophia during dream academy all the time when your family visited.”

sophia had nearly forgotten about that. her eyes narrowed, reminiscing back to watching her brother become a flustered mess when y/n would come around during their da days.

“yeah, maybe he’s still into you.” manon teased, reaching back and poking you from the passenger seat up front.

“i’m sure he’s moved on from it,” sophia interjected, slicing through the playful atmosphere in the car. “it’s been months.”

“guess we’ll find out,” lara mouthed to the camera.

each of you got a suffocatingly tight embrace the moment you got out of the car. sophia’s parents spared no time ushering you all inside, the camera crew trailing closely behind. the boys stood, holding onto the pets by the front door, greeting and welcoming you all as you entered. as you stepped inside, you saw bailey’s demeanour change. he straightened his back, and held his head higher. he gave you a polite smile, offering a hand to help you through the doorway.

“oh! thanks, bailey,” you said, “it’s nice to see you again.”

his cheeks flush a darker shade, leaving his position by the door to walk you towards the kitchen. “it’s nice to see you.”

“thanks for having us, we’re super excited to be here and get our filipino friends together.” you joked, earning a tight chortle from the boy. the cameraman filming you two shot you a cheeky grin, which seemed to blow right past bailey’s head.

“yo, bails, mama’s asking for you to help with the food.”

the two of your heads snapped towards the doorway, sophia’s stern expression on her face. which was odd, considering the filipina had always had a soft spot for her brothers. which you wouldn’t have been able to tell, from the way her stern gaze was burning holes in the older boy’s head.

he gave you a smile, “i’ll talk to you later then. excuse me.”

when he stopped in front of his sister, expecting her to moved, she didn’t. he awkwardly squeezed past the slim gap.

“come on, fia, bullying your brother already? it’s been five minutes since we got here.” you shook your head, rubbing the sides of her arms teasingly. “the poor guy looked so scared.”

“i’m not bullying him. he’s being a creepy weirdo.”

something about the way sophia seemed to have to ward her own brother off was very jarring to fans. the vlog seemed to do wonders as clips of sophia’s undying possessive energy over you throughout the entirety of the dinner were posted. still, like the polite, game-loving gal you were, you refused to stay away from the boy. he was just being nice… and you could never be as mean to a friend as sophia wanted. world 3 - sophia 0.

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆ clip four: [ tiktok ] keeping up w katseye (@katseye)

(inspired by eve and clara reading bet fanfics on tiktok)

“okay, the good thing is, i think we won’t get flagged as easily if we do it here.” you explained to lara, who scrolled through the wattpad catalogue on her ipad hesitantly. you skimmed the comments eyekons were making, ushering you to read them by affirming your suspicions. “yeah, see? as long as we don’t show any porn up in here, we should be totally fine.”

user01 NO WHY THE FUCK WOULD YALL DO THIS

user02 yeah we ain’t ever getting another comeback after this

user03 fuck save yourselves we cooked fr lmao

user04 someone hide the kinky shit from them please lord

you and lara settled on a story eventually, which, you were much more interested in reading the ones with ridiculous descriptions, but by popular recommendations in the comment section, you decided on a “katseye x ceo trope” one instead. and with a theatric clear of her throat, lara was ready to start you guys off. and you couldn’t help but smirk.

“--‘she walked across the room with a certain confidence to her. a certain authority. it was almost… intoxicating.’” lara read, her voice dropping to a low, sensual tone. she gave the phone a narrow-eyed glance, “okay, they’re saying you’re serving an intoxicating aura. i mean, not lore accurate, but okay.” you swatted her in the arm, clicking your tongue. she snickered, holding up the ipad. “stop! i need to get into this, okay?” she cleared her throat again. “okay, wait, i think you should play yourself. i’ll tell you when to speak.”

user05 omg there’s no way they’re reading xxx

user06 LARA CHOSE A FUCKING LAFORL/N FIC WTF

user07 it was nice knowing ya’ll i’m kms after this

“--‘if there was one thing y/n couldn’t tolerate in her office, it was an arrogant attitude. lucky for her, her boss was cockiness strapped in tight purple stilettos--sophia laforteza.’ oh my god, wait, what? i didn’t know this was a you and sophia one.” the indian said. “hold on, ya’ll told me this was a katseye fic.”

you tilted your head, a small smile crept onto your lips. as lara scolded the fans in the chat, you skimmed ahead of the book.

user08 omg the smirk… this is it for me… i need it tattooed

user09 laforl/n deniers been real quiet in here huh

user10 THE SMIRK???? Y/N L/N YOU’RE A FREAKY MOFO

“okay, stop yelling at eyekons and keep reading!” you urged, clinging onto lara’s arm. you pursed your lips, feigning irritant as the older sighed, adjusting the ipad in her hands.

“--‘her employees would say y/n ran kats co. like a military unit. she was the hard-hitting strict boss. just the mere mention of her name could have the water boys quivering in their shoes.’” lara couldn’t contain her loud laughter at this inaccurate description of you. rolling your eyes at her amusement, you grabbed the tablet from her. “wha--hey!”

“you’re getting distracted! we’ve barely gotten through two paragraphs.” you shrugged, “i’m going to speed this up. i’ll be myself and when i tell you, you do sophia’s parts.”

user11 really channeling that strict boss energy rn babe

user12 omg i’ve read xxx they’re abt to be so traumatized bro

user13 WHAT THE FUCK SOPHIA’S IN HERE

“--‘y/n grabbed the stack of files sitting before her in the conference room. she dismissed her subordinates. i was so sick of incompetent men running the company to the ground. most times she was glad they had to report to her, if it were up to them, kats co. would’ve gone bankrupt already.’” lara couldn’t help but shake her head at how immersed in the story you were, not even sparing the live a glance. “‘they answer to her, but there was only one person y/n answered to.’”

you pointed at lara, who leant over to catch where you stopped. quickly, she pulled her voice higher, imitating the seductive edge sophia carried in her quieter tone.

“‘where’s my eea report for this month, l/n?’” the indian purred in your ear, an exaggerated smoulder on her face.

“‘the idiots in finance fucked the numbers up.’ i replied,” you continued, you switched to a grumpier tone, “‘i swear, i’m going to fire that excuse of a man sitting in that executive chair.’ sophia sported a smug smirk on her face, strolling over to the head of the table, where y/n sat. she leant against the table, crossing her arms. she looked down at her, like she always did, but this time, with a playful glint in her eyes.”

“wait, should i act this out?” lara asked. you agreed, and she propped herself up to rest on her knees, before leaning against the wall behind you. she looks down at you, imitating every action described in the story. you giggled at her getting immersed in her role. “‘i don’t like playing games, ms. l/n. if you keep messing up, i’ll assume you’re doing it on purpose.’”

your nose scrunched in light cringe at lara’s faux ‘sexy sophia’ voice. nevertheless, you continued.

“‘why, laforteza? do you think that little of me?’ y/n says, but like she had anticipated what she was going to say, sophia scoffs, smirk still evident on her face.” per your instruction, lara’s lips spread into a smirk. “grabbing her chin, sophia bit her lip, like she was craving more than just that little bit of contact. but she had to remind herself that they were sat in the conference room, where anybody could walk in.”

lara grabbed your chin gently with her hands, and you nearly double over in hysteria as the two of your gazes met.

user14 i can’t keep doing this my fingers are cramping

user15 they’re really taking advantage of the no pr rule

user16 wetter than ever or whatever billie said

“oh my god, you guys are freaky bitches.” lara chuckled, fingers still around your chin. you were oddly comfortable where you sat, unwilling to tear your chin away. your eyes rolled to read the comments, hooded and blinking slow.

user17 not ya’ll ignoring sophia’s crash out comments lmao

sophia<3 yo back up doing this on live is crazy

user18 the unbothered energy for their leader is so n/nlarz

sophia<3 don’t make me ban you guys from going live

you couldn’t help but smirk wider at the filipina’s words, knowing this must’ve gotten her blood boiling. you turned your head, glancing up at lara with glossy eyes and fluttering lashes. “should we ask eyekons if we should keep reading? or should we leave some of this to their wild imagination?”

the older chuckled, “well, it sounds like sophia doesn’t exactly approve. i don’t think we can read the next part aloud anyway.”

#n/nlarz was trending on tiktok for a bit after that live. with edits to clips of the two of you going viral one after another. it was safe to say your marketing team couldn’t be more grateful for the unhinged method of promotion, but it was bringing incredibly attraction to gnarly’s comeback schedule.

still, perhaps not everybody was as happy with your actions.

sophia<3 oh you guys are getting house chores tn

sophia<3 lara raj don’t make me do something ill regret

sophia<3 why are you guys encouraging this i’m disappointed

sophia<3 y/n mahal stop testing me please

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆ clip five: [ leaks ] coachella 2025 hard launch?

𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍? katseye’s y/n and sophia caught getting too close for comfort at jennie’s coachella set

by: lexi storm | tmz | april 20, 2025

amidst romance rumours, katseye bandmates, sophia and y/n, seemed to have taken on addressing the hearsay by getting touchy-feely at kpop star, jennie’s coachella set.

in a video posted early this morning to @popbase, the bandmates were caught on camera being extremely close and personal--and fans are spiralling into a frenzy as rumours of it all being “platonic affection” has been seemingly debunked.

*attached bad-quality video of you two*

the now-viral 30-second clip, allegedly taken after the group’s april 13th performance in chicago, shows sophia with her arms wrapped around your waist tightly from behind. the two of you were heavily accessorized, but fans could not miss the way you were whispering back and forth. sophia kissed up the back of your neck, and you threw your head back to rest it against her shoulder. an intimate gesture some were calling, “gf core”.

later in the video, you turned around to encircle your arms around sophia’s neck, and the filipina could be seen beaming from ear to ear as you mouthed the lyrics to slow motion.

just before the clip ends, sophia leant in to press a soft kiss against your lips. her ringed hands sliding across your heaving midsections as the two of you melted into each other. it was safe to say this was much better than any soft or hard launch you could ever post, and though the video quality might be just a little too low, it was hard to mistake your distinct visuals.

the hashtag #laforn/n has started trending within hours.

user01 girl wbk that ain’t no friendly pose who you fooling

user02 i fucking knew it since paris fashion week

user03 ogs have been on this train since their da days

user04 quick! everyone act surprised!

past clues? this isn’t the first time these two have been linked. in february, fans noted they wore identical “couple” rings during katseye’s press tour for their debut ep, soft is strong. and just last month, y/n posted a photo during their pit stop in new york fashion week of dinner with a city view, table set for two, captioned, “happy valentine’s day to all of you my loves <3”--and sophia liked the it within seconds, followed by a now-deleted comment that simply read: “happy valentine’s mahal”.

during katseye’s iheartradio feature in the philippines for their “touchdown in manila” fan showcase, when asked about their “onstage chemistry”, sophia laughed and replied with, “guess we just connect really well offstage… some people you don’t have to rehearse with to be in sync.” y/n turned bright read and sipped on her coffee in silence. suspicious much?

so far, there has been no official statement from either sophia, y/n, or katseye’s management. a source “close to the group” told tabloid today: “they’re just really close friends. everyone in katseye is like family… [sophia and y/n] just have a special bond. on whatever basis, please respect that its their privacy.”

sure, girl. way to make a pr statement sound more stupid.

meanwhile, fans continue dissecting old concert footage, looking for signs they missed. there has been a bundle of clips compiled into a series called, “subtle and secret”. one clip from a tokyo show in october shows y/n subtly wiping lipstick from sophia’s lips and cheek backstage.

whether it’s a deep “friendship” or the pop world’s next power couple, one thing’s clear: sophia and y/n are more than just bandmates. and if the video leak is any indication, katseye’s popular vocal duo share more than work behind the scenes.

got tea on the katseye girls? slide into our dms @tmzofficial

𝒂𝒏; low and behold… i’m back. i’m trying my best to write faster but i like quality over quantity. hope you guys enjoyed!

𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒙𝒙

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mostly on this blog nowadays… maybe i’ll write more katseye fics when they release new music im sick of la la la ing guys😔

Please bless my eyes with a Jackie fic🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙇🏽‍♀️🤰🏽🧏🏽‍♀️

GREEDY .ᐟ 𝓙ACKIE TAYLOR

♱ jackie wants more than she can have; but did you really have to punish her for it?

♱ cw; angst, toxic!jackie, jealousy, travis, long ahh fic ( 6k words)

“randy walsh? really?” you scoffed, “nuh-uh. no way.”

“come on! he’s not that bad,” jackie pleaded, watching you shove your books in your locker. “shauna’ll be there too.”

“then why don’t you get shauna to do it?”

jackie sighed, leant against the cool metal beside your open locker. her eyes raked across the frantic way your hands worked, her words choking in her throat for a brief second.

“y’know shauna’s too vicious for him… please, y/n? for me?”

you laughed, much to her dismay. “my love for you is very conditional it this is the condition. sorry, jack.”

“i’ll take care of you… make it worth your while...” she murmured, her voice dropping to a smooth purr. “i promise.”

her hand crept up the side of your hip, the tips of her manicured nails grazing your skin. it was like just that tiny scrape of her touch could set your body on fire.

when two cheerleaders strolled by, jackie’s hand jerked away just as fast as it had settled on you. she waved, flashing them that picture-perfect ‘golden girl’ grin.

you hated how much of an effect she had on you.

you hated how much of an effect her reputation had more. maintaining it was jackie’s sole purpose in life.

she cleared her throat, scanning around before nearing you.

“please, l/n,” she whispered, her eyes darting down to your parted lips. her teeth gently tugged at her own. “for me?”

fuck, she was doing this on purpose, you thought.

how could you say no? god, you were so boneless.

you sighed, eyes fluttering shut. you really wished you had the willpower to deny this big-eyed princess whatever she wanted. because by the way you saw her lips spread into a grin, she knew she had, yet again, successfully gotten her way.

“fine. one date.” you sighed, holding up a finger. “one date. but if we grabs my ass, i’m leaving.”

“yay!” she squealed, her arms flailing around your neck in a tight embrace. “that’s perfect. i’ll let jeff know then.”

right. jeff. the sexist monkey-face jackie’s dating.

“i have ap world right now, you have… calc?” she pondered. you nodded. “great, i’ll see you outside after school.”

she gave your shoulder a quick squeeze, before leaving.

as she skipped her way down the hall, you shut your locker, squeezing your eyes shut as you let out a regretful sigh.

fuck, i might’ve just made the dumbest decision ever.

“well, that isn’t a pretty face,” van’s voice chimed, her arm effortlessly slinging over your shoulder. “right, tai?”

the other shook her head, pouting. “it sure isn’t, van.”

“and here i thought lover girl ms. l/n can’t look at jackie with anything but hearts in her eyes.” the redhead teased, poking your rib with her free hand. you jumped with a yelp.

“that’s why she closed her eyes, right?” tai snorted.

of course, the running joke among the team about your loyalty to jackie, even when she treats you like a pet sometimes.

you rolled your eyes, shrugging off van’s arm over you as they chuckled at their own banter. “very funny.”

“aw, come on, y/n, we’re just kidding.” van nodded at your sour expression, then down at the calculus textbook clutched to your chest. “shit, so we have calc? now i’m depressed too.”

“no, it’s not that, i just--” you didn’t even know where to begin.

“are you worried about nationals?” tai questioned.

you imagined jackie’s face if she ever found out you told them. the way she would stare back at you with such disgust, with such disappointment, you felt your heart pound at just the thought. you couldn’t tell them, it felt like such a dirty secret.

“yeah. yeah, i’m just… nervous about it, i guess.”

“well, you need to relax, sweetheart,” van said, “and that, my friend, is exactly what alcohol is for. so tonight, i’m gonna make sure you body so many shots, you pass as a human keg.”

tai smacked her in the arm. “we have an early flight tomorrow.”

van whined, “fine! just beer.” when tai glanced away with a satisfied nod, van leant in to whisper. “then tequila chasers.”

“no tequila chasers, vanessa.” tai scolded, playfully shoving the redhead away before circling an arm around you. she guided you down the hall, with the goalkeeper tailing behind. “don’t think too much about nationals, okay? just relax and enjoy tonight, we can worry about it when we get to seattle.”

you nodded, but you were still plagued with your thoughts.

technically you weren’t worried about nationals anymore, so you kinda listened to tai’s advice… right?

“i don’t know, jack, this feels like a little too much.” you hissed, hands tugging at the bottom of the skimpy dress jackie dressed you in.

the fabric stopped just below your crotch, one gust and you would be flashing everybody. the cut was too low and your torso felt like you were getting the life squeezed out of you.

“i feel like my whole ass is out for the world to see.”

“and what a blessing that would be for the world,” she said coyly, her gaze shamelessly lining the curve of your ass.

it didn’t seem like she had given the comment much thought, but the way she said it so casually, paired with the way she was eyeing you down, you felt yourself heating up.

you stared back at yourself in the mirror; you looked unfamiliar.

“do you have anything a little more… conservative?”

“why? i think you look good in this dress.” she leant back on her bed, held up by her arms. “plus, this’ll get randy’s dick hard. i think you should wear this.”

eugh, you didn’t need that visual in your head.

“a tree could get randy’s dick hard if it had tits.” you scoffed, “i’m not really trying to impress him anyway.”

“what? then why did you agree to coming?”

was she really that dense? or was this, like all her flirtatious passes made on you or the way her hands would linger on you a little too long when nobody was looking, on purpose?

“y’know what?” she asked, hopping off her bed. she came up behind you, scanning your figure in the mirror.

her hands caressed the sides of your arms, her chin over your shoulder. you could feel her breath tickle your collarbone.

“eleven out of twelve months, you’re hiding this crazy body under all those jackets and jerseys.” she hummed, her lips grazing your earlobe. you swallowed thickly, praying to god she couldn’t hear the way your heart was hammering in your chest. “you’re starting to turn into shauna… i mean, if i looked like this?” she grabbed the sides of your hips, her plump lips parting in a gasp. “i’d be devastating guys left and right.”

you took in her words, the scent of her perfume. it dazed you; how could see say that with such ease? without seeing the way your knees were weak?

“come on, babe, it’s time to take this bentley out the garage.”

“okay, i’ll wear the dress.” you caved.

“that’s my girl,” she pecked you on the cheek, grinning. she scrunched her nose as her hands gently squeezed your hips.

you turned away, letting out a shaky breath.

she’s gonna be the death of me.

jackie always liked you better than shauna. she would never admit aloud, but she enjoyed how obedient you were, how compliant and willing you were when she tasked you with something. the reactions she got out of you were adorable, it was so empowering, having that effect on you.

she wasn’t stupid, even a blind man could see the crush you had on her, your best friend.

she found it endearing, the way you thought you hid it well.

but as long as you loved her, she had her own little minion.

“come here,” she ordered, pulling her vanity chair out. “let me do your makeup. i want to try this new lipstick shade on you.”

like the sheep you were, you obliged, sitting.

“sit still,” she said, standing over you, knees brushing yours as she uncapped it. her hand grabbed your jaw, locking your head in an upward angle, gazing up at her through your lashes as she dragged the tip against your lips.

the color looked warm and soft against your lips. you could feel her breath against your cheek, catching the flicker in her eyes when she looked at your mouth a second too long.

shit, were you... actually kinda cute?

her fingers lingered, and for a moment, neither of you moved--until jackie blinked hard and pulled away, sitting back so fast she nearly knocked over her perfume.

“looking good,” she said quickly, too brightly, avoiding your gaze now. you watched her back up away, turning her back towards you to grab the cap from her bed. that was the first time you noticed it--the way she looked at you like she wanted to stay close, but didn’t know how to hold it without breaking.

"you should let me do your makeup more often. i know all the right colours for you." jackie said, busying herself with her earrings, pretending not to notice how quiet you had gone. you still felt the ghost of her touch on your chin, the way her breath had caught--but now you felt silly sitting there. in her dress, dolled up by her, carefully placed like furniture in a room she didn’t want you to sit in anymore.

you shifted in front of the vanity, watching her through the mirror, hoping she'd say something, anything, that would explain why the air had changed.

“i think i’ll wear the gold hoops,” she said, like nothing had happened. “they go better with this jacket, right?”

you nodded, but it felt like she wasn't there.

a car horn blared outside, twice. you froze. jackie didn’t. instead, her movement quickened, scrambling aroudn the room to grab her jacket and do one final check of her hair in the mirror.

“that’s jeff,” she said quickly, grabbing her bag and brushing past you like this was normal. “he’s giving me a ride. you gonna get there okay? or should i call shauna?”

you stood up, lips still tingling, heart sinking.

“i'll be fine,” you said, forcing a smile. “i’ll see you there.”

"drive safe, l/n." she hesitated at the door, like she might turn around--but didn’t. you watched her leave, the sound of the door clicking shut louder than the music still playing in her room.

well, isn't this just great?

you don’t remember exactly how you had gotten there, or how you ended up with a bottomless red solo cup in your hand, but you were damn near about to pass out.

leant against randy’s truck with him hanging off your arm like you were some prize he had finally nailed.

you were tired of his alcoholic breath assaulting your senses, his rough hand groping and touching wherever he pleased.

from afar, you could see jackie twirl into jeff’s arms.

her expression looked so carefree, beaming from ear to ear.

she had forgotten her vow to keep an eye on you, inebriated, herself as she raged on with the party.

it was meant to be a send off for all the yellowjackets, including you, before nationals, but you had far forgotten the joyous occasion. all your ditzy brain has been fixated on was her.

except, hers was on him. his hands holding her like a trophy.

the sight twisted something deep inside you, it sickened you, churning in your stomach like a bad breakfast.

randy’s voice broke through your thoughts, but you barely registered his words. his hand brushed against your waist, a little too familiar. you stiffened, uncomfortable, and tried shifting away, but he was persistent, leaning in too close. you swore you could punch his lights out.

“hey, why don’t we take this somewhere private,” he raised.

you didn’t respond, your gaze still fixed on jackie, the way her hair caught the firelight as she laughed at something stupid jeff had said. the jealousy gnawed at you, but you didn’t care.

all you could think about was her, the way she looked when she smiled, the way she looked when she was happy, and how that should’ve been you standing there with her.

his hands inched down her hips.

past the slit of the skirt she was wearing--

“y/n,” randy’s voice pulled you back, his hand creeping too far down your back. “what’s going on? come on, let’s go--”

--and over the curve of her ass, giving it a tight squeeze.

that was it. you couldn’t take it anymore.

you turned sharply, cutting him off mid-sentence, and stormed off toward the trees just before where the cars were parked.

you didn’t even look back when you heard randy’s voice calling after you. you couldn’t bring yourself to care. the only reason you had came had forgotten her vow to keep you company.

since that’s gone, why the fuck else would you stay?

as you walked further, the party’s noise faded, but jackie’s laughter still echoed in your mind. you could feel your heart aching, each step heavier than the last.

“y/n!” the voice cut through the fog of alcohol clouding your brain, and you froze. you didn’t need to look to know it was jackie; her voice was your soothing shell, and it carried an edge of concern you weren’t ready to face.

she was already out of breath, but her pace didn’t slow as she caught up to you. for an athlete, she had awful stamina.

“what’s going on?” she asked, her voice softer now, more genuine. “where are you going?”

“nowhere,” you muttered, not bothering to look at her. “i’m going home, don’t worry about it. have fun with jeff.”

jackie didn’t buy it. “y/n,” she said, her tone firm now, “you’ve been acting freaky all night. what’s going on with you?”

you glanced up with hooded eyes and tinted cheeks.

“i’m just tired of the party,” you snapped, feeling the bite of your words. one look at the hurt flashing across her expression, you wish you could be swallowed by the earth and die. you had no right to take it out on her, but the jealousy was noosed around your throat, and you couldn’t loosen it.

she frowned, stepping closer, her eyes searching yours, like she could read every hushed thought that crossed your mind.

“you’re lying.” she said, “i can tell when you’re lying.”

“i said i’m fine,” you bit out, turning away from her, your pace quickening. you didn’t want her to see the vulnerability in your face, or the way your eyes were blown wide.

fuck. you were so fucking in love with jackie taylor.

the soccer captain didn’t let you go. you could hear her footsteps rush behind you, and when she called your name again, her voice was tinged with evident frustration. “y/n l/n, stop walking away. you’re obviously not fine, and I’m not going to let you shut me out like this.”

you stopped, finally turning to face her, though your hand swung the empty red cup around as you gathered your words.

“jack, i just… i need some space, okay?”

your voice was harsh, but it was the only thing you could do to keep from falling apart in front of her.

you sounded so pathetic. you hated it.

but you hated the look she gave you more. the puppy-dog eyes, the pout, the arms crossing over her chest like it kept her heart safe and hidden from your cruel words.

you? her obedient little y/n wanted space? from her?

jackie stood still for a moment, then scoffed softly. she shook her head, sulking. “fine. if you want to be like that. but i’m not letting you drive home drunk.” she snatched the keys.

she turned abruptly, heading back to the car. you didn’t follow. you just stood there, your heart hammering in your chest, feeling like you were losing something you didn’t even have.

the ride back to her place was quiet, save for the hum of the engine and the occasional shift of weight in the seat. you stared out the window at the streets in passing, your head pounding as the faint fruity aroma engulfed your nose. you didn’t speak. neither of you did. you were grateful jackie didn’t press you, you would!( know what to say if she did.

when you reached the driveway, she parked the car with an exhale, turning off the engine. you didn’t move to get out right away. the silence was thick, suffocating, but it sat between.

“y/n,” jackie said quietly, her voice much softer than before. “i’m sorry if I did something to upset you, but you can’t just ditch without an explanation.”

you didn’t answer. you couldn’t.

you just got out of the car, walking toward the door. Jackie followed you, but you kept your back to her as you entered the house, hoping she would just leave you alone.

following you into your house, she stood in the doorway of your room, watching you in silence for a long moment, until finally, she spoke. “y’know, i’m not gonna take this personal, because you’re crazy buzzed, but just know you’re being a mega jerk right now,” she said. “still don’t know what you’re so fucking mad about, would be super helpful if you told me.”

you didn’t respond, trying to hide the ache in your chest.

jackie scoffed, shaking her head, and then left the room.

as you lay there, trying to push the thoughts of her out of your mind, you heard her footsteps outside, the sound of the front door opening and closing. you had no idea where she was going, but you were just glad she had finally left.

wow, that’s something you never thought you’d say.

then, just as you started to close your eyes, you heard the click of the door again. jackie was standing in the doorway once more, and before you could react, she was in front of you, her hand on your face, soft and warm.

“fuck you,” she whispered, her voice low. “i’m not playing this fucked little game. so stop shutting me out.”

though you were still very much drunk, you froze when she leaned in and kissed you--slowly, softly, as if testing the waters. for a moment, you thought you were hallucinating, the taste of alcohol on her lips bleeding into her cherry chapstick.

was this really happening? wait, no, this has to be the drinks.

when your fingers clawed at her jacket, she lowered a hand to place yours on her hip. where jeff had his.

but just as quickly as she leant in, she pulled away.

you looked at her, heart hammering. you gasped, catching your breath as you stared back with dark eyes. “jack…”

she laughed, too sharp, too bitter. “god,” she said, backing up like she’d touched fire. as if she was t the one who kissed you. “oh my god, i shouldn’t have done that.”

you stared at her, blinking blankly. “what?”

“i’m drunk,” she said quickly, shaking her head. “you’re drunk. that--that was just the drinks talking. it didn’t mean anything.”

your stomach dropped. gaining a brief moment of clarity.

like all good dreams, this one had to come to an end. and as sobriety washed over you, you awoke to the harsh reality.

“it was a mistake, y/n,” she cut in, her voice colder now. “don’t make it more than it was.”

you blinked, trying to steady yourself, but everything was tilting--your body, your thoughts, your heart. “right,” you whispered, though your voice cracked.

jackie didn’t look at you. “and don’t you dare mention this to anybody. i don’t need jeff finding out that i--!” she ceased her sentence just before she could finish. she turned on her heel and walked out, leaving the door open behind her.

you stood there for a long time, swaying slightly from the alcohol, every inch of you numb except the sharp, bitter sting in your chest. all you could think about was her lips, the way they felt like everything, and then suddenly, like nothing at all.

you missed them already. you wish you had savoured her.

the next time you'd see her was when the team gathered to board the private jet lottie's father had prepared for their travels to nationals. blissfully ignorant to your glances and mild confusion, jackie kept her distance, sticking to shauna like her life depended on it.

how could so much change in so little time?

just before you boarded, you stepped towards her.

"jack, can we talk?"

the night prior's events weren't exactly the most sound and still memories, but, though you would prefer in this case, you weren't intoxicated enough to gain temporary amnesia either.

"about what?" she asked, feigning innocence.

what? "about last night?"

"phew, last night was a crazy one," she chuckled, one of those fake ones she only used on teachers or cheerleaders. the sound absolutely smashed your heart to smithereens. "jeff told me i called for him to get me at yours this morning. i don't even remember going back to your house."

was this her plan? to count on you being so drunk you wouldn't remember the best thing that could've possibly happened to you?

the look she gave you was so foreign, so guarded, so unlike jackie.

"hey, can we talk when we land? shauna and i are going over our pre-game traditions." jackie smiled, brushing past you.

that was your thing. the two of you would tie each other's hair before every single game. then, just as you jog on the field, you'd hook your pinkies together and kiss your own knuckles. now she was doing it with shauna? what the fuck?

the plane went down faster than you could scream, metal shrieking, trees tearing through the fuselage as the world flipped and buckled around you. you remembered smoke, blood, the sharp taste of panic, and jackie’s eyes form across the aisle--just before she turned away from you to pull shauna from the wreckage and carry her out the back. you crawled out on your own, lungs burning, heart heavier than the twisted heap behind you. the adrenaline died, and your anger came in place of it.

still, she hadn't spoken a word to you.

you never expected such a 180 from jackie, especially not when the girls were around. tai's been interrogating you for weeks, and you just had no explanation.

the days that followed was cold and cruel, the forest as silent between you and jackie as the gaping space at night where you slept beside nat. you kept waiting for her to say something--to explain, apologize, and acknowledge the kiss you'd shared like it hadn't just disappeared in smoke. but she never did, and you never asked, because you didn’t know what was worse: the way she left you, or the fact that she chose to shut you out when you needed her most. how ironic.

by the seventh day, the cold gnawed at your bones and half the girls had decided they would leave camp in search for water.

you all stumbled on a half-rotted hunting cabin hidden deep in the woods--shelter, finally--but even as everyone huddled inside, warming hands by the fire, you felt far from warmth. that night, with the others asleep soundly for the first time in a week, you caught her eyes across the dim room, and something inside you cracked.

you followed her outside when she slipped into the back room, your footsteps soft but determined. “are you done being a shitty best friend, or should i try again later?” you asked, voice shaking more from rage than the cold. jackie turned to you slowly, like she’d been expecting this, arms crossed like armour.

“we're stranded in the middle of fucking nowhere, i'd say this is the least of my priorities.” she snapped, jaw clenched. “why won't you just let it go?”

you took a step forward, heat rising in your throat. suddenly the memory of the last time you were this close surged through your thoughts. you dawdled on the ghost kiss lingering on your lips, how it felt to kiss her, how it felt to be jeff for a moment.

"maybe this is when i need you most, you thought about that?"

"i'm going to bed." she announced, but you stopped her.

"what the fuck did i do, jackie? why're you doing this?"

she silenced, unable to utter a single word.

“that night,” you continued, “you kissed me like it meant something--and then you started ignoring me like it never happened.” jackie exhaled, slow and uneven, eyes finally lifting to yours.

"it didn't mean anything,” she said, voice raw, “i was just... emotional. you wouldn't talk to me, i was just impulsive.”

you stared at her, wanting to believe that she was pushing you away because of fear, not regret. “i don't even care about the stupid kiss,” you said quietly. “if it's bothering you that much, then let's just forget it. i just want my best friend back.”

jackie reached out then, but her hand folded back into her chest.

she just couldn't. it was so shameful.

"just leave it. you're being a child." she sneered, before walking past you back into the living room, where everybody else slept. you closed your eyes, sighing. your eyes welled with tears, but after a deep inhale, you sucked it up.

after a long night of zero sleeping, you were first out of the cabin the next morning. you sat by the fire outside, organizing the dry wood from the last couple days.

it was late afternoon when travis strolled over towards you, his hands buried in his pockets. he sat beside you without asking, awkward but present, and after a few moments of silence, he picked up a block of wood and started helping. “this is the weirdest jenga game i’ve ever seen,” he said, and it caught you so off guard that you actually let out a tiny scoff of amusement, breaking into a smile.

he grinned, clearly proud of himself for breaking the ice.

“not that i'm complaining,” he said, shrugging. “but usually people don't play it alone, y'know."

you rolled your eyes, but you were smiling, the heaviness inside you lightened just enough to remember who you were before the wreckage.

"is that how you say, 'good morning'?"

"it wasn't really a good morning until i sat down," he replied smoothly, and you couldn't help the smile that spread.

across the clearing, jackie leant against the beam just by the cabin door, half-watching, half-hiding. her arms were crossed, lips pressed into a thin line as her eyes followed the shape of your laugh like it didn’t belong to her anymore. and for the first time, she realized what it meant to lose it.

walking out from the cabin with a large load of clothes, shauna nudged Jackie gently with her elbow, catching the hard look in her eyes as she watched you and travis laughing.

“you good?” she asked, half-concerned, half-curious, following jackie’s gaze with a small frown. “you’ve been staring at them for five minutes.”

jackie’s jaw tightened. “i’m not staring,” she snapped, louder than she meant to. heads turned--yours included--just as jackie shoved away from the cabin wall and took a step forward, eyes locked on you like it was your fault for smiling.

“jesus, jack,” shauna muttered, grabbing her arm, but jackie shook her off.

“it’s not a big deal,” she barked. “they barely even liked each other before the crash and now they’re acting like it’s cute.”

the clearing went still, tension humming in the air. travis looked confused, you looked hurt, and jackie, cheeks flushed, looked like she wanted to take it all back, but couldn’t stop herself from burning the bridge anyway.

shauna stepped in front of jackie, smiling at everybody, urging them wordlessly to avert their attention back to their own business.

“okay, maybe take it down a notch,” she said, “if you’re feeling some kind of way, maybe help me with the laundry--get out of your head a little.”

jackie scoffed but didn’t argue, arms still crossed tight like she was holding herself together by sheer force. “i don’t need a chore chart, shipman,” she muttered, but her voice had lost its sharp edge. the brunette just gave her a look, the kind only best friends get to give--the one that told her, you’re spiralling, and everyone can see it.

with one last glance toward you and travis, jackie turned and stormed off toward the tree line where the others were working. shauna sighed, rubbing her temples.

maybe the nice trip to the lake later will ease the tension.

she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. sure, she could have been a little more considerate with your feelings, but you were being a full on bitchazoid right now.

like, travis martinez? of all people? you just had to go let him do whatever he wanted like that, didn’t you.

first at breakfast and now, this.

yards away in the lake, you were deeply engrossed in a game of chicken with shauna and van. the brunette ushered you to get on tai’s shoulders, but you waved travis over instead.

the boy didn’t hesitate, lowering to let you hook your legs over his neck before he stood, hands grabbing at your thighs.

“what, scared you’ll lose, shipman?” you challenged.

the brunette scoffed, her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth. “bring it on, rookie.”

why was he holding onto you for dear life? and you let him.

“mari?” jackie called, flashing the filipina a bittersweet smile. “i never get a chance to chat with you. how’re you doing?”

the raven-haired girl stared back, taken aback, before nodding skeptically. “stranded in the middle of buttfuck nowhere, but otherwise pretty good. we got lucky with the lake.”

you hollered loudly as shauna swung back and fell.

the water splashing into travis’ face made him flinch, his grip on you loosened as you both jerked back into the water.

as you resurfaced, your hands swiped the wet hair out of your dripping face, gasping for hair. travis ran a hand through his hair, chuckling before he paused to stare at you.

he was anything but sly with the way he checked you out,

jackie felt her blood boil when his grubby hand reached to lay on your waist, pulling you closer to pick a lash off your nose.

mari was droning on about something, but she tuned it out.

it was almost like a betrayal, though you weren’t in the wrong.

“but i wanted to get the pink cleats, ‘cause they were prettier, but the blue ones were on sale, and--”

“y’know what, mari? why don’t you come closer?”

she grimaced, averting her eyes. “what? why?”

jackie giggled, “to hear your story better, of course. come on, i want to hear all about your creams.”

“cleats.” the younger corrected, fed up with the captain.

“whatever,” jackie stated, waving her over.

past travis’ shoulder, you couldn’t help but catch mari shuffling towards jackie lying against the trunk. the fuck?

it wasn’t until travis’ face shielding jackie from your view did you snap out of your trance. “y/n? are you okay?”

you nodded, “oh, yeah, i’m completely fine.”

“i didn’t dunk you too hard, did i?” he chuckled, “if you want, i’ll kiss it better.” he joked, but you weren’t exactly engrossed in conversation. “come on, i think shauna wants a rematch.”

jackie didn’t talk to you for the rest of the day.

you really believed it was like dying from the air gradually leaving your lungs.

later that day, while everyone was lounging and cozying up after the lake, you sat on a fallen log near the edge of the clearing, turning over a charred piece of wreckage in your hands like it held answers. tai found you there, plopping down beside you with a grunt and a squint.

“alright,” she said, slapping her lap, “spill it, l/n. what the hell is going on between you and jackie?”

taken aback by her bluntness, you stuttered. "uh--what?"

tai blinked, a stern expression on her face. “oh, come on,” she muttered, rubbing a hand over her jaw. “she's been in the biggest mood since we came down, it's driving everybody fucking crazy. ya'll ain't talking, so come on. what's going on?”

you scoffed. "didn't realize it was that obvious."

“it is,” she said plainly. “and look, i don’t know what happened between you two, but whatever it is--it’s not worth letting her die staying mad over.”

you glanced at her, like she had struck a nerve. “who said anything about dying?"

“maybe not today, maybe not tonight,” tai replied, shrugging. “but out here? none of us know if we’ll wake up tomorrow with food or fire. if something happens, do you really want your last memory of jackie to be this?”

you didn’t answer, but the question stayed with you.

she was right, but you weren't giving in that easy.

the night of doomscoming draped the clearing in a strange sort of magic. someone--you couldn't remember it being van or mari--came up with the idea for a makeshift prom to take the edge off.

you lot went all in, needing a reason to feel human again. someone strung strips of fabric and seatbelt cords from the trees like streamers, and someone else started a fire that crackled with warmth, casting golden light across faces that had forgotten how to smile. whatever makeup you had salvaged was quickly put to use, clothes borrowed and repurposed into outfits that shimmered in the firelight like they belonged in another world.

you didn’t know why you let akilah braid wildflowers into your hair or why you bothered smoothing down the dress you found in someone else’s luggage, but when you stepped into the clearing and travis turned to see you, his face lit up.

“you look…” he started, then gave a shy laugh. “good. really good.”

you shot him a polite smiled, unsure of what to say because you didn't know what to feel--not entirely for travis. "you clean up nice, yourself."

he offered his hand and you took it, letting him lead you to the makeshift dance floor where others had already begun swaying to the beat of clapping hands and hummed melodies. when the two of you walked through the arch, hand in hand, a couple hollers and whistles were thrown your way.

though you couldn't help but steal a couple glances jackie's way, watching as she danced with shauna.

you moved slowly, steps light, arms around travis like they would at a normal prom, and for a moment, it felt that way.

but your gaze kept pulling away, like a magnet, to the edge of the firelight where jackie sat in the shadows, arms wrapped tight around her knees. she wasn't dancing anymore, and she wasn't by shauna either. she just watched. her eyes found you every time yours wandered, and each look was a tether--like a never budging game of tug of war.

travis leaned in, his hand moving to your waist, his forehead almost touching yours.

maybe this will help, you thought, it's about time.

his breath was warm, eyes searching yours, and you knew what was coming. his hand cupped your cheek, slow and soft, and as he leaned in, you ignored all the protests you felt in your stomach.

just before your lips could meet, a hand yanked at your arm.

“hey, y/n, can i talk to you? like over there?” jackie snapped. you stumbled back, eyes wide, as travis blinked, clearly thrown off.

“what? jackie--”

“stay out of this, annie,” she insisted, already dragging you away from the firelight, through the clearing, and into the dark cabin.

the second the door shut behind you, you bursted.

“what the hell was that?" you hissed, "did you make an orphan insult? what the actual fuck, jackie!"

she scoffed, "how about you tell me what the fuck that was."

"i was dancing with him, jacqueline. dancing."

“you were gonna kiss him,” she muttered through gritted teeth, stepping closer. “you were really gonna kiss him.”

“i didn’t know that was still your business,” you bit back, "since when has kissing been such a big deal to you, hm?"

“since i kissed you,” jackie whispered.

before you could respond, she closed the distance, grabbing your face in her hands and kissing you like she’d been drowning without it. the world outside vanished--no crash, no forest, no doomscoming, and certainly no travis martinez.

just the two of you and the heat of the moment, finally crashing into each other like the plane never could. you kissed her back, fiercely, like you were taking back every second she’d left you wondering.

fuck. you were fucking in love with jackie taylor.

an; omg this was so fucking long but i had to get it out, yall better engage w this one cuz i put my whole dillydallyussy into it. anyways your comments and requests always make my day

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since yall liked pt 1 sm here’s pt 2 (katseye fics will return soon dw) <3

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♱ fighting situationship!nat for the antler queen title, but her crown’s slowly slipping…

♱ cw; yj s3 spoilers, harsh language, angst, f!r, manipulative!shauna, pt. 1 linked at bottom

you remembered the first time nat kissed you.

it was on one of the very first hunting trips, when travis came down with some stomach bug after eating some raw bear meat. you and nat were left to continue your duties alone, and honestly you weren’t complaining.

nat was careful, kissing you like you were something delicate.

at first, the two of you would go further than you would route and just make out against a tree. but then, on a foraging trip you and jackie went on (in attempts to encourage the captain to help with chores she could actually do), you found a little creak behind this wall of bushes.

the next time travis was occupied with brother duty, you would bring nat to this haven, shielded from everything that was your tragic reality, shrugging off your--actually one of ben’s oversized--jacket and laying it on the ground for your lady.

the blonde would laugh at you, her sweet grin paired with that cute dimple of hers, and you swore you had never heard a more heavenly sound.

“you couldn’t wait to bust all this chivalrous shit out, huh?”

you shrugged, admiring the way her lips curved as she turned. her side profile was sculpted by the greek themselves, and you found your smile growing slowly as you ran your gaze.

“i wanted to do something nice for you. away from the others.”

she felt your intense eyes fixed on her, her chest tightened as she gulped. “really? you did all this for me?”

you noticed her hands quivered slightly. you reached out, fingertips dancing across her knuckles lightly. you held her hand up, weaving your fingers into hers.

“i wanted to see you smile,” you whispered, “worth it.”

her cheeks flushed, her eyes widening before she turned away with a scoff. “oh my god, you’re such a freak.”

you giggled at her comment. you fixed the loose blonde tufts sticking into her face, cradling her warm cheek in your hand. you tugged her close, glancing down at her plump, pink lips as your teeth sunk into your own.

“just your type, hm?” you whispered against her lips.

“mmh, i don’t know… wanna find out?” she teased, before leaning forward to press her soft lips against yours.

you sighed, pulling her close. sitting up, you threw a leg over her lap, straddling her before both hands reached up to clasp her jaw. her mouth moved into yours feverishly, hungry and needy. her slender fingers anchored your hips, your body pressed flushed against hers.

“oh god, i love you--!” she gasped, but the way she pulled back told you she was just as stunned by the sudden confession as you were.

when you don’t respond, she began stammering.

“sorry, i--i was just caught in the moment. fuck, i’m so stupid.”

“no, no, nat, stop.” you grabbed her face, kissing her forehead, then her nose, then lingered on her lips. when you pulled away, you rested your forehead against hers. “i love you too.”

you can’t remember the last time she told you she loved you.

you can’t remember the last time she showed she loved you.

it’s been about competing with nat ever since she took over lottie’s title. you missed her. god, you missed her so much.

you would give anything up if it meant getting to just let her lull you to sleep with her deep voice without her spewing nonsense about the logistics of keeping morale high.

“y/n--y/n!” a single clap in front of your face seemed to do the trick, slapping you out of your daydream.

you glanced up, met with tai’s curious expression.

“hello? you’re the one who suggested a trial, what the fuck are we supposed to do?” she jeered, hands on her hips as she looked down at you. “what’s going on, man? you’ve been spaced for like an hour.”

sat at the table, you looked at your untouched dinner, pushing the bowl away from you.

“nothing, i’m just tired.” you muttered in reply.

“okay, whatever--coach has been sitting with the ducks and deers since sundown. what do we do now?”

you raised an eyebrow. “why aren’t you asking nat? she’s the antler queen, she’s the one in charge, not me.”

tai crossed her arms, sighing. “nat hid the fact she knew where coach was, you think she’s gonna make this a fair trial?” you gulped, knowing she had a point had never felt so bitter before. “i trust you’ll make this just and impartial, and so do the rest of us, so will you please get this shit going?”

you looked past tai’s body, spotting nat sitting by the fire.

her nail-beds bled from her fervent picking, her eyes grown cold and still as she stared at the roaring fire.

you stood, nodding towards tai. “gather everyone. it’s coach’s judgement day.”

as the taller scurried off to round up everybody, you watched the blonde from afar. slowly, you sauntered over, taking a seat beside her with a deep sigh. “you’re mad at me. you’re doing that gwyneth paltrow sulky thing you do.”

the blonde didn’t move a muscle. her cheekbones popping as she contained the violent sob that threatened to escape her.

“i’m not mad at you. i’m disappointed in your decisions.”

you scoffed, resting your elbows against your thighs. “come on, nat, you’re being unfair.”

“i told you my feelings on the matter, and i thought you understood.”

“look, i know you think he’s innocent, but there’s just--!”

“i thought you were different. i trusted you to make the right choices, but this,” she scoffed, “whatever circus you think you’re running here, i don’t want any fucking part of it.”

“oh my god, when will it be enough for you?” you snapped, startling her. “y’know, i say yes and do what you tell me to. i hunt this and gather that because you want me to. i was the only one in your corner when nobody was and this is the kinda treatment i get? i do something i believe is right once and you’re ‘disappointed’? holy shit, get over yourself, natalie, i’m not your fucking minion, i am my own person too.”

staring back at you, her lips parted, waiting in bated breath for your next words.

you ripped the bandana from your belt where it was tucked, tying it again over your head. you stood, snarling down at her. “maybe if you weren’t so obsessed with being the fucking chief, you would actually see what i’m trying to do.”

oh, that stung. that stung bad. she hated getting yelled at, it triggered some bad feelings for her, but coming from you? it just made her want to cry herself to permanent slumber.

the others had begun gathering around the fire, per tai’s instruction. from a humble distance, shauna mentally noted the way your conversation with nat had ended.

“y/n?” tai called, squeezing to the front. “well?”

“it should be two-thirds.” nat sighed, standing to the side as you helped tai and some others create a table for the jury at the centre of camp, where the fire was supposed to be.

“two-thirds? that’s bullshit, it should be majority rules!”

“that’s more than fair, shauna,” nat hissed, “if you’ve ever, actually picked up a law book, you’d know criminal trials are supposed to be unanimous.”

“i’ll bash your skull in with a law book if you don’t--!”

“enough!” you yelled, slamming a hand against the wooden surface beneath you. all heads snapped towards you, including those preparing the judge’s chair from afar. “i’ve never anybody more problematic. the two of you will be on your best behaviour for this trial, or you’re spending a week alone in the pits until you get along.”

everybody seemed rather taken aback by the aggressive edge to your outburst. you caught nat’s eyes, of all the pairs trained on you, and your jaw locked.

“i don’t care how important your roles are here, i don’t care what title you hold, i will cover all of it if it means we don’t have to hear the two of you fight.” you snarled, crossing your arms. “i’ve proposed this trial as a way to keep things fair. nat will get her will for coach to have a chance to be proven innocent, and shauna will get hers to prove him guilty. two-thirds is a middle ground, so that’s how we’ll let the jury rule. settled?”

the two of them reluctantly nodded. you exhaled shakily.

“good. neither of you are allowed anywhere near the stands, ‘cuz world war three will stir.”

a hand shot up from behind nat, you tilted your head to see tai’s determined expression. “i’ll run the prosecution no problem. the question is, who will defend coach scott?”

everybody deterred their gaze away from yours upon that query. you scanned the crowd, watching them awkwardly tousle around to avoid being called upon.

your eyes landed on a certain curly blonde taking minutes.

“misty’ll defend him.” you announced. everybody looked over.

“what? why’re you all looking at me?” she stammered.

“‘cause he’s your boyfriend?” van commented. she stifled a snort, “in your mind, at least. right?”

tai swatted her in the arm, and upon a stern look from you, she rescinded her snarky attitude.

“that’s not funny. and i’m not defending him.” she shook her head, glinting down at her notebook. “he’s not the ben i knew.”

“you have to, misty.” nat’s sharp response drew attention to her standing amidst the group. she cleared her throat, recognizing the snap back may have come off a little more pressing than she had intended. regaining her authority, nat held misty’s gaze. “i know how you feel. it sucks that he left, but you’re his best chance at a fair trial… maybe his only chance. if you can’t prove he’s innocent, he’ll lose anyway, but if you can… misty, you’ll save his life.”

you could hear it in her voice. she was desperate.

you wondered when along the way you became the one the girls turned to over nat. you could barely remember the times when she was actually respected as their regent.

you’ve called out more disrespect towards her in the last week than you ever have pre-crash. and that’s saying something.

shauna was blood-thirsty, desperate to satiate her hunger for chaos. this was the closest she could get to bloodshed, and she had her fangs dug into the coach, unwilling to let go.

she was so blinded by her bloodlust, it clouded her rationale.

you knew nat had a heart of gold, how she deeply believed in the coach’s innocence unless some sort of evidence compelled her to accept otherwise.

but in a way, she wasn’t being fair either.

and knowing she used to be the most prudent person you’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, stung. along with perhaps one of two of those who still adore nat, you might be the only ones left who honor the fact she was still queen.

“great, then it’s settled.” you clasped your hands together. “tai will prosecute and misty will defend. nat will be the judge, and the rest of us will make the jury.”

“nat? she’s gonna rule him not guilty without even listening,” shauna argued, resting on her arms against the table across from you. “she’s got her head so far up her ass, she won’t hear anything besides the fact that he’s innocent.”

“she’s the antler queen, shauna. do i have to remind you of your place?” you sneered.

“i hate to say this, but shauna has a point.” tai agreed, her hands on her hips. “i’m not saying nat shouldn’t be judge, she should. but i think you should be judging as well.”

you scoffed with a tiny smile, “thanks, but it’s not my place.”

“why not? it’s your trial.” van reinforced her girlfriend’s proposal. “who else thinks y/n should be a judge?”

one by one, hands shot up in vote of your crowning.

little did you know this gesture would foreshadow your fate.

“that’s pretty much two-thirds. that’s a fair majority, right?” she said before nat could protest. the blonde could not go against the people’s word. it was democracy that brought her to her dominion, after all. “great. let’s get this ball rolling.”

you knew the more your influence grew, the more your relationship with nat deteriorated.

when the others had gone to prepare their arguments and statements, the two of you were sent back to your hut to change into some robes akilah and robin had thrown together.

the silence was deafening. enough for you to regret the way you left things before you left for the hunt.

as you slipped on the cream gown, nat stood by the archway.

she had her hands on her hips, peering out towards the girls scrambling in groups for this little event. you tied the rope around your waist, sighing deeply.

“i’m sorry.”

the blonde looked down, swallowing thickly. though, she stood still, unwilling to turn and face you.

“i’m sorry for the things i said. i was angry, and it wasn’t the most respectful way to talk to you.” you continued, “but i don’t want us to be like this, nat. i hate how separated we’ve been.”

she didn’t respond, but you’ve learnt to read her like a book.

in most cases, she would shut down emotionally, growing quiet or distant, unsure of how to respond to things that pierced her emotionally. her body language would immediately reflect discomfort; avoiding eye contact, crossing her arms, or falling into a tense posture.

you knew the thing that scarred her most was having her own self-worth question. when she felt undervalued and insecure.

she resented herself when she felt like that. so, so much.

so, you were always careful with your words, the way you treated her. so, this gradual fallout wounded her greatly.

“tell me what you want me to do,” you begged, “i’ll listen.”

her head turned just the slightest, studying you out the corner of her eye. “i don’t want to dictate you, y/n. i do that enough to everybody else, and i hate it.”

“you’re tying my hands, nat, what am i supposed to do?”

“i asked you to back off, and you didn’t. you’re defying my orders and challenging me in front of everybody. i never took you for somebody who had such a craving for power, but if you want to be queen that bad, you should.” her voice shook, like she was holding in some pent up tears. “of all the people i thought would fight this hard to get coach executed, you were the last person i hoped would come to.”

“i love you, natalie. but you only love me when it’s convenient for you.” you stated, “all we do is argue anymore, fuck, i can’t even remember the last time i talked to you about anything else other than this stupid ritual, cult shit. you hear what you want to hear and get mad--do you see how this isn’t fair?”

she sucked in a breath, shaking her head. “i don’t think we’re in the right headspace to talk about this. she grabbed her robe, along with the headpiece akilah made from a buck skull. “im gonna change in lottie’s hut.”

there she was. running again. she doesn’t even want to fix this.

you scoffed at her dismissive attitude. upon noticing nat storming from the hut, shauna glanced up from the jury table, suddenly uninterested in her journal.

you were facing the tiny mirror strung up against the hut’s wall, fixing the uncomfortable diadem of wolf fangs.

“you’re really letting them collar you with freak-show jewelry like you’re nat’s fucking guard dog?” shauna asked, leant against the doorway of the straw cone. “come on, i thought you were better than that wilderness bullshit.”

“i’m not in the mood, shauna.” you grumbled back.

“you run the show better. why do you let her fucking treat you like that?” she challenged, stepping in.

“i said to back off, shipman, i don’t want company.”

“why? just admit you don’t mind getting walked all over if it means you get to grab some ass,” she sneered, her arms crossed. “it’s so obvious you’re a sucker for nat, ‘cause if you didn’t, you would’ve put her in her place by now--”

you grabbed the collar of her grey shirt, slamming her up against the wall. you exhaled sharply through your nose.

“watch your fucking mouth,” you hissed through gritted teeth, “another snide comment and i’ll shove your head through this fucking wall.”

“that’s it,” shauna smirked, what used to be for eyes with soft edges turned vindictive, like she had you right where she wanted. “that’s the kinda power nat is lacking.”

you realized you idiotically walked straight into her trap.

you let her go, eyes squeezing shut with your eyebrows furrowed. you pinched the bridge of your nose, your head pounding at the sound of her taunts.

she was taking advantage of your feelings for nat.

“fuck, do you ever take a day off?”

she crossed her arms. “what do you think you’re fucking doing, y/n? i get that you guys are fucking, but you don’t have to baby her. nat’s been a shitty fucking leader and all she does is spend her time droning over me and mari like we’re the problem.”

“you are the problem. the two of you act like fucking kids, how is that nat’s fault?” you bit back.

wow, maybe you did sound like her guard dog.

“they voted for you to be a judge, they want you--even lottie with her crazy crap. why are you denying the inevitable? ‘cause you love her?” she scoffed in laughter, as if the mere thought was joke enough. “don’t kid yourself, she can’t give less of a shit about you. she’s got other priorities, right? she cares more about getting coach off than you these days.”

you sneered. “don’t say something you’ll regret.”

“does she deserve to be the leader?” she smirked. “she only got it ‘cause lottie spared her fucking life. the respect you say she’s owed wasn’t earned, you run laps around her.”

she began backing away at the snarl you threw her way. “if you don’t do something, you’ll be the one regretting shit.”

loyalty was a visage in the wilderness… survival came first.

“all rise.” van called, awaiting everybody to stand to their feet. “the people versus benjamin scott, on charges of arson, and multiple counts of attempted murder. jury verdict requires a two-thirds majority.” she turned to her side, gesturing towards the hut you and nat shared. “the honourable judges, y/n and natalie, presiding.”

you watched the way things worked carefully, how the power dynamic shifted as things moved along. you sat by nat in the seats you had dug from the plane’s ruins, the robust gavel akilah had crafted snug in nat’s hand as the antler queen crown hung heavy on her head.

as tai stood to give the opening statement for the prosecution, you couldn’t help but look back at the blonde beside you.

you thought back on the moment you had decided to overthrow her to be queen. you had never been one to reach for power, it wasn’t exactly something that enticed you.

though, even before the crash, it was apparent power loved reaching for you; you were deputy captain of the yellowjackets with jackie, despite other more viable options like shauna (who was jackie’s best friend and the fastest midfielder wiskayok high school had ever seen), or tai (who’s been an important member long before you joined the team). somehow, the name drawn to lead the yellowjackets to the success the team saw before the crash was yours.

you weren’t anything like the other leaders this team had seen.

jackie was a picture-perfect leader when she was needed to be. in suburbia, in civilization when order was her friend. the moment the team succumbed to the chaos of the wilderness, she was chewed up and tossed aside until she served the team one last time after her death.

lottie was such a spiritual guru with manipulative undertones to her preaching. she preyed on vulnerable beliefs, surfacing to guide when all things seem lost. she provides explanations, a sense of justification to console those troubled.

nat was a perceptive ruler. she observes, provides support when needed but does not drive things herself. she believed in sustainability, and that came from learning from mistakes everybody was inevitably going to make. her morals kept her from succeeding in leading a group as savage as this team, where most things necessary for survival thrusted her into long episodes of riddling guilt and remorse.

the thing was, you never considered yourself a healthy combination of all three of them, but the others would.

one thing you knew nat was blinded to was the obvious uprising of shauna’s ruthless nature. she’d brush it off as the brunette being brash, lashing out because of her inability to deal with her grief. but you knew it had perverted into something far worse. you had only seen the tip of the iceberg.

from the way she sat to the way she would verbally oppress everybody who crossed her path, you knew the fuse was burning short. you don’t really understand why shauna was one to listen to you, not when she ousted jackie to her death, beat lottie to a pulp with her bare fists, and passively threaten to harm nat every chance she had. she would never disrespect you, and you were eager to know why.

even now, in a moment of instability surrounding the hierarchy you lot have built, she was chomping off one leader at a time.

and nat was next. you needed to get her out before she gets hurt. and this was the quickest route to ultimate serenity. what harm did it do to knock her off? it was to keep her safe, right?

the thing was, your intentions seemed to only be clear to you.

“objection! relevance, your honour--s.” misty argued.

you held your head with your fingers, snapping out of your own field of thoughts. nat seemed to be driving so far, by the way everybody was fixed on her instead of you.

“sustained. misty isn’t the one on trial,” nat said, unwilling to eye you as she spoke.

tai rose an eyebrow, almost scoffing at the blonde’s reply.

“y/n?” she called, tone enough to shed whatever credibility nat should have in her authority. like tai wanted to hear it from you, because just coming from natalie wasn’t enough.

when you finally made your debut statement as judge, the whole court fell silent in anticipation of your words.

“uh, yeah. sustained. insulting the representation is not building your case, tai.” you insisted. you nodded towards misty, urging her to take her seat. catching sight of tai’s eye roll, you cocked your head sideways, clenching your jaw. “i suggest you get to the point of your argument with coach as the focal point, before you’re asked to surrender your time to the defence.”

your heard nat’s deep sigh, watching as she fiddled with the antler queen crown resting on her head. she took the headpiece off, setting it aside.

your hand instinctively went to adjust the fanged diadem clasped around your forehead. it hung high, a prideful reminder you were the protector of what was yours; contrary to the shameful way nat always shed her crown.

when she realized you were staring, she met your eyes briefly, before gesturing towards the standing prosecutor.

it was like she was practically yielding over her rule, all command she had over the team delivered to your hands.

tai scowled, but accepted the statement.

as she continued her interrogation, nat had to butt in to keep the peace. many times tai was asking leading questions, which swayed the way mari’s answer shaped the case for the jury.

you sat silent, knuckles against your temple.

it wasn’t until the very end, beyond the coach’s heartfelt speech at a last attempt to sway the jury, a vote was held.

involuntarily, you met shauna’s smug expression from across the camp. her words echoed in your head like a broken record, it felt like you were ghosted by what you knew was right.

as nat stood, gavel in hand, she slammed it against the table twice. “alright… good job, you two. all those in favour of finding coach not guilty, raise your hand.”

only her and misty seemed to find the coach innocent.

your heart sunk. the sight made you sick to your stomach. deep down, you felt your guilt gnaw at your insides. hungry.

“guys, come on, you can’t find him guilty if you have any doubt at all.” she scoffed, but the jury remained resolute.

“i think there’s your answer,” lottie stated. “he dies at dawn.”

“what? did any of you even listen to what went on during that trial?” nat’s voice rose, the slight rasp surfacing as she strained in hopes of keeping her utter horror at bay. “you’re telling me all of you believe he did it, beyond reasonable doubt?”

“bullshit, she’s not even on defence!” shauna barked.

“nat,” you gasped softly, reaching out to caress the small of her back. you could sense she was displeased with how this verdict had turned out. you could tell she had some sort of hope in your friends that they would make the right decision.

“you’re willing to kill him over suspicion? he’s missing his fucking leg, for fuck’s sake, how do you think he escaped a dozen of us without any help?” the blonde pleaded, “come on, what the fuck are you all thinking?”

“nat!” you warned, standing abruptly. you grabbed her arm, turning her towards you. “the trial’s over.”

“don’t fucking touch me,” she hissed, jerking away.

the rough gesture made your chest hurt. like she had just stabbed you straight through the heart with her words. you shook your head, your expression softening as you stared between her shaky, teary tawny eyes. “a decision has been made, and you need to honour that.”

“and i have the right to beg for mercy because this is taking an innocent man’s life we’re talking about here.” she sniffled, tears streamed down her cheeks.

“majority rules. we had a trial and he lost, that’s it.”

“so that’s what we do now? we decide life or death by roleplaying?” her lip trembled, head shaking slightly as her eyes stayed wide. “you’re fucking evil.”

she pushed past you, hands reaching to wipe her face clean of her salty tears. she knocked into your shoulder harshly, leaving you, glossy eyed with a clenched jaw standing before the jury.

“so, your honour,” shauna tipped her head, eyes blinking shut for a moment. she was courting the crown--and the new face that now bore it. “what do you say we do now?”

looking over their expectant faces, the fanged diadem suddenly felt heavy.

your breath hitched, and with a newfound sense of liability, you straightened, puffing your chest.

“keep him in the pen. we bid him goodbye at sundown.”

an; again lmk if ya’ll like this cuz im thinking of making it a series… i love nat sm like this trope has me in a chokehold

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first yj fic up <3

CROWNED .ᐟ NAT SCATORCCIO

♱ fighting situationship!nat for the antler queen title, where you eventually knock her off the tip of the food chain

♱ cw; yj s3 spoilers, harsh language, angst, implied f!r, shauna storyline if u squint, >5k words

“loser says ‘what’.” mari snarked, brushing past shauna.

the butcher was about to snap back before nat jogged on-scene, shaking her head and shooting the raven-haired girl a disapproving glare. “knock it off, mar!”

upon hearing your lover’s voice, you looked up from your shared hut. mapping a route for the next hunt seemed far less interesting when the usual bickering began escalating.

“i’ll kill you, just give me a fucking reason-!” shauna yelled.

natalie rushed to physically keep the brunette from lunging at a timid mari. she held shauna by her sides, but her smaller frame gave her a slight disadvantage as the blonde struggled to hold her back. mari’s face dropped in a flash of panic before brushing it off with a scoff. “jesus, you’re a fucking psycho!”

“hey, hey, hey!” you barked, pouncing to your feet.

the others ceased whatever they were occupied with prior to the hassle, watching as you jogged over.

“shauna-hey! walk it off,” you hissed in shauna’s face, a hand on her chest as nat stepped back to brush herself off. you turned to see the blonde standing beside mari, hands on her hips as she made sure the taller was okay.

you glanced between the two of them. you grunted, “what the fuck are you two, children? get your fucking shit together.”

you caught the murderous glint in shauna’s eyes, and she was ready to do something she’d regret. it wasn’t the fact she was so willing to resort to violence that bothered you, no, it was the fact she was looking straight at nat.

your presence commanded the room, even in moments when things fell silent. nobody dared speak up, speak against you.

“y’know, this beef between you two is getting real old. and since the two of you want to act like children, you’ll be punished like it. i don’t want to see either of you in the same area again. i don’t care if you need to eat, piss or sleep, i don’t want you two within a fucking hair of each other. am i clear?”

neither of them responded, averting their gazes elsewhere.

“did i make myself fucking clear?” you repeated, a grumbled ‘yes’ and ‘whatever’ came from them before they dispersed.

once the grounds cleared and everybody returned to their duties, you eyed nat out of the corner of her eye. she sighed, hurt flashing in her eye as she turned to walk away, a hand on her head, fondling the edge of her bandana. “nat, i-!”

“i had it.” she mumbled softly, “you didn’t need to do all that.”

you know, for somebody who really didn’t like being queen, she sure had a problem when you stepped in to help. you knew her, and you knew the last thing she wanted was to be the leader of these animals when it came down to it. but whenever you’d try and share the seat, take some things off her shoulders, she’d get thrusted into a sour mood for the rest of the day. you sometimes wondered if she secretly resented you for doing her job just that much better than her.

“i was just trying to help,” you replied, following her as she walked back towards your hut. “nat-shauna was damn near about to cave your head in.”

“she wouldn’t have, okay? y’know what? it’s fine. thanks.”

she scurried through the opening to your hut, plopping down onto the makeshift bed of compiled cushions and worn clothes. you were left standing outside, watching as she went out of her way to ignore your insistent gaze.

you scoffed in disbelief at her attitude, spinning on your heel. you caught lottie’s eye from across the camp.

the girl beckoned you over with a single nod of her head, a mug in one hand as she adjusted the shawl draped over her shoulders with the other. you sauntered over, your hands on your hips. upon her patting the bench cloaked with flannels sewn into a table mat, you took a seat across from lottie.

“your influence is growing, y/n. it’s testing you.”

“yeah, this is on me for thinking you had something actually meaningful to say.” you ran a hand through your hair, ready to stand. “i’m not in the mood for your wilderness bullshit, lottie.”

“winter is coming, y/n, nat’s tranquil style of leadership may thrive in the spring, but she will be buried, along with all else under her hand once snow falls.” lottie reasoned.

you froze. your grip on the table cloth tightening.

“lottie, this wacky hippie shit is fine away from camp. i don’t care if you waste the better part of most days to sneak off with travis on your weird little sexcapades, but i’d appreciate if you’d show nat the respect she is owed.” you stood, nodding down at her, “thanks for the news flash.”

“you’re not stupid, y/n. you know her time is running out.”

“bye, lottie.” you called over your shoulder, sauntering your way back to your hut to finish routing the next hunt.

truth be told, you had begun doubting nat’s control over the peace yourself a while back. from the beginning, since lottie constructed the whole tier with her schizophrenic episodes, you had begun your subconscious climb to the top.

you knew, the moment nat drew the queen of hearts last winter that she was going to die, or she was to be crowned.

though you could not have been more thankful the latter happened, you knew nat was not mentally built to sustain the burdens she was forced to bore from her manifested guilt.

but antler queen nat wasn’t the nat you thought you knew.

she rarely spent time with you alone, always finding excuses to escape being intimate--sometimes, it’s not even physical intimacy. you’ll have a long, hard day at hunting and come home craving a night by the fire, beside the tawny-eyed beauty you spent the day thinking about, just savouring the crisp night air. but no. there was always something greater, something in need of her more than you were.

it was driving a wedge between you. and the others were starting to take notice as well.

as you disappeared into your hut, two pairs of eyes from the water station had been following your frame the entire time.

“damn, y/n should yell at me next, that was kinda hot.” van commented, earning a tiny shove to the arm from her girlfriend. “ow-hey! i’m just saying, why is nat even antler queen anymore? y/n’s the one who’s got shauna on a leash.”

tai groaned, “it’s just one of those unspoken things, alright? everybody knows it’s only a matter of time before y/n goes all nevermind on nat’s dangerous.”

the redhead shot the taller an amused look, “did you just make a nirvana versus mj reference?”

tai rolled her eyes, “shut up. my point is, don’t talk about it.”

“but, why? she’s not even hunting anymore, she just acts like the boss around here and call it a day. y/n keeps us fed, y/n keeps the atomic shauna bomb from nuking us all to death, i mean-!” van was practically yelling, prompting a quick slap of a hand over her mouth. muffled against tai’s palm, the taller could briefly make out, “-am i wrong though?”

tai dragged the shorter back to their hut in a hurry, yanking the blanket over their opening after snapping her head around.

“look, i also think nat’s lost it since we got through winter, but she still has y/n worshipping her like some weird god, and i’m not about to mess with the one person in this fucking camp that has a rifle.” tai huffed, “i mean, how twisted and scary do you have to be for shauna to listen to you?”

the hut fell silent for a moment. van tore through the pause with an indifferent, “…you think they’re fucking?”

two huts over, you found it hard to focus on the map in your hands. you, nat and travis had made it months prior at the beginning of your ventures. since then, you and your team consisting of gen and occasionally misty (in hopes of finding coach scott) have expanded the map beyond what the snow had constricted you to.

just two feet away sat nat, leant against the side of the hut. she refused to glance up at you, eyes trained on the book in her hand. it was worn around the edges, water stains and tears across the pages evident from where you sat.

feeling the crushing weight of the giant elephant in the room, you decided to confront the blonde.

“so, are you just not gonna talk to me?”

she exhaled deeply through her nose, not looking up. “yes.”

you tossed the map aside, slapping both your thighs as you stood. you settled beside her, your knee brushing against hers. you could tell she was contemplating whether or not to move away out of spite, her lip was doing the twitchy thing you had noticed it would whenever she thought.

“come on, nat. don’t be stubborn, let’s talk about this.”

“i have nothing to say,” she countered, “you saved me, just like you’ve done many times the last couple weeks.”

you felt like she was playing games with you. nat was never one to be open with her feelings, you knew that. despite her constant deflection, her dismissive behaviour and stubborn nature, you weren’t one to back down. never go to bed angry, especially not at this tiny little italian angel.

“baby, don’t do this.” you grabbed her hand, interlacing your fingers. internally relieved she didn’t resist, you watch her expression carefully. “i just get really worried shauna’s gonna go all stone cold steve austin on you.”

the blonde tried defying the urge glance at you, but she had already read the same sentence over a dozen times.

“y/n, anybody could walk past and hear you right now.”

you shrugged, leaning to press a kiss against hers knuckles. you traced you lips up her arm, humming against the skin of her collarbone. “better give them a show then.”

“y/n…” she gasped when you sucked lightly against her neck.

“yes, my queen?” you murmured, in that raspy tone you knew she was a sucker for. “still not talking to me?”

“okay--enough. i can’t have you stepping in anymore.”

you paused, pulling away. you glanced down at her quivering lip, swallowing thickly. you tilted your head. “what?”

“the stepping in and taking over, i just… it’s making people talk, they’re asking questions and i don’t want that.” nat confessed, her fingers praying away from yours. “i mean, mari and shauna’s been acting up more often, and misty’s being a pain about coach, i just need you to support me.”

her earnest voice made your chest tighten. you felt sick.

“oh,” you hummed softly, “okay.”

“thank you,” nat forced a smile. she stood abruptly, the warmth of her skin against yours fizzing into the air as she cleared her throat. “i’m gonna, uh, i’m gonna go talk to akilah. check in and see how the animal pen’s holding up.”

yup. you definitely resented antler queen nat with all of you.

at this point, you were determined to get her off that throne. you were desperate.

you were sick of giving yourself excuses as to why the one person you had once truly believed had your best interest at heart was making you feel like talking to you was the last thing she wanted to do.

like you were such a chore.

like she’d rather let akilah chirp about that stupid petting zoo than kiss you.

like she’d rather let fucking misty yap all day about her creepy obsession with coach than to have a good, normal conversation with you that didn’t concern your duty as the hunter or hers as the queen.

you were beginning to forget how her lips felt. what she tasted like. you hadn’t even gotten a hug, a cuddle at night. she would simply sleep beside you, like you were contagious.

fuck, you hated antler queen nat. did you mention that?

lottie was right. she was barely even queen anymore. she had no power over shauna and her incessant tantrums, she hadn’t been hunting since last winter when javi had been slaughtered, and she was growing sick of trying to contain her internalized guilt, the anger gnawing at the bars, threatening to throw her into a state of hysteria so deep into the burrow she would not be able to claw her way back out.

you were the hand that ruled by your own instincts, undaunted by posed danger (civil or foreign) and merciless. you were willing to stare a doe down before shooting between its eyes.

you sought guidance from within your own voice.

unlike lottie, you didn’t desire approval from a higher authority.

unlike nat, you weren’t stunted by your humanity.

you were the fix, the stricken balance between morality and benevolence. you’ve earned the respect you get from your peers--you’ve earned their loyalty. you were the high priestess. and you deserved to be antler queen.

since, you’ve been pursuing--no, preying on the throne.

“what’re you thinking? you can’t just go and hunt him down like he’s some animal--y/n, will you drop the fucking gun and please listen!” the distress in her voice almost made you yield to her instruction.

but you weren’t nat’s little jester. not anymore.

after days of mari’s absence, she had finally stumbled her way back onto camp. she was in much rougher shape than when she had departed. her eyes were bloodshot and her leg was wrapped in some shitty makeshift cast. she was lying to you about her whereabouts the last few days.

all you had to do was lean down, your hands on your knees as you levelled with mari’s sitting figure. with a clenched jaw and a snarl, you asked her a single question: “where is he?”

and that alone was enough to crumble the deceit she initially vowed she would stick to (for coach’s sake).

from the state of his health, his newfound resources, to his refuge, mari did not hold back on spewing information.

and now, you were ready to avenge for the loss of the cabin.

“i’m done listening, natalie. all i fucking do, is listen, and where has that gotten us? at least here, we can be sure if he’s actually innocent, we can keep him fed. because how i see it, running just made him look guilty.” you stuffed ammo into the utility belt akilah and melissa had crafted for you. you looped it over your head, strapping it right across your chest.

“so, what, you’re gonna kill him? he has one leg, for christ’s sake!”

“i’m not going to kill him. i’m going to bring him back here and choke some answers out of him.” you strapped the rifle to the back of your belt. “whether you like it or not.”

“he fled because he’s innocent, y/n, you know this. you know him, he wouldn’t risk all our lives like that.”

nat reached for your belt, but you grabbed her wrist before she could yank it off of you.

“then i guess i’ll get to hear it from him.”

you let go of her wrist, brushing off the way she caressed the tender skin with a frightened grimace. grabbing your own bandana, you wrapped it around your head, letting a couple loose strands fall to frame your face.

“i’ll have him back before sundown. prep the pen for holding.”

nat could not believe her ears. she could not believe such words were coming from your lips. you never defied her wishes, you never sided with a defector as led astray as shauna, you never unsettled her the way you did right now.

how ruthless you were being. how cutthroat.

nat didn’t recognize you, and it disturbed her deeply.

you marched out of your cabin, seeing shauna was already geared up and waiting in the centre by a dormant bonfire. her hair was up, and her knife was tightly wound in her fingers.

“anybody who’s willing to come help, grab a weapon. if you’re not, i don’t want to see anybody leaving this camp until we’re back.” you barked eyeing the circle that had gathered around you. “nat has decided she will not be stepping up to help, and i know many of you will choose to stay by the antler queen.”

you jerked the rifle off your back, cocking in, basking in the lingering echo of the startling sound.

“but if you have an ounce of respect for everything we’ve built here, i suggest you bring this man to justice. ‘cuz he took away our shelter, and because of him, we’ll have to live through the coming winter knowing we might not wake up one morning.” you rested the snout of the rifle on your shoulder, “so, who’s ready to catch some coach ass?”

sharing glances with each other, gradually the team scattered to do as they were told. shauna’s lips quirked up in satisfaction, the most you’ve seen of a positive mien from the brunette.

first, travis left to grab the axe from the lumber station.

then, tai and van submitted in silence, hoisting a fireplace poker and a hunting net respectively.

you caught sight of lottie’s unreadable expression. she observed from the very back of the pack, her arms crossed and her eyes stern. you struggled to make out a lone thought or emotion from her features, but the slight cock of her head to the side gave you all the approval you needed.

as more than half the team, those who are well and uninjured, volunteered themselves to follow your lead, the sudden sound of twigs and leaves crunching from behind you sounded.

eyes followed nat storming back to your hut across camp.

you looked down to the ground, gulping. any other day, you would’ve followed her, consoled her. but you had greater duties to attend to, as she had. she couldn’t hold it against you, but she did, and that deepened her guilt.

you shut your but one last glance before you led the party off into the woods.

they trailed after you like ducklings after their mother, wielding torches and rope in preparation for the hunt to bleed into nightfall. travis jogged up beside you, shauna and melissa tailing the both of you a few feet behind.

you hadn’t really spoken to travis since javi’s passing. you used to be close, back when the hunting trip spent every waking moment together out in the wilderness. he was such a jerk when you first began spending time together, a misogynistic, selfish little prick who picked on nat a lot.

you even fought him once, grateful your athletic build gave you a levelled physical advantage with the boy.

he was just relentlessly slut-shaming nat, and though the girl lashed out in defence of her own feelings, you could tell it stung. so without thinking, your fist met his face.

in the end, nat pried you off him, cradling your shaking hand as blood smeared across your bruising knuckles.

he wound up with a broken nose and a black eye.

but he grew more tolerable with time, as grief accelerated his growth. he had to step up to take care of his brother, then he had to step up to feed the team, then come to terms with the loss of his flesh and blood before consuming him.

you hadn’t spoken, because you’ve been busy. but you had your own reservations about him since he started hanging around lottie and her supernatural nonsense more.

“hey,” he grumbled, “do you know where we’re going?”

“i don’t know, travis,” you remarked sarcastically, “who’s been hunting these woods the past year?”

he nodded, pursing his lips awkwardly as he looked elsewhere.

“i’ve been meaning to talk to you about something,” he muttered under his breath, like he was whispering a dirty secret. he turned his head, eyeing his surroundings before he turned back to you. “are we gonna just go and kill coach?”

“you’re just like nat in the worst ways,” you scoffed, smirking, “when did i become so violent in everybody’s eyes?”

“you did just threaten us with a rifle, so.” travis raised both his eyebrows, slipping a hand into his pockets.

“what? no, i didn’t. all i did was encourage you to join.”

“yeah, didn’t look like it.” travis chuckled, “you’ve turnt into a real hotshot around here. even the ones who would jump off a plane for nat has turned to a y/n devote.”

you eyed him briefly out of the corner of your eye. “really?”

sensing the skepticism mixed with a tinge of irritation at the statement, travis cleared his throat, rethinking his words carefully. “look, i don’t know what’s going on between you and nat, but just know that, i--well, most of us, really, are behind you for whatever you want to do.”

vexed by the sudden statement, you halted in your steps, startling those behind. “what’re you trying to say, martinez?”

travis glanced back at the girls, particularly, lottie’s eye.

his head hung low, his breath quickening under the weight of the snarl you basked him in. as he gathered the words gagging in his throat, shauna took a step forward.

“nat isn’t fit to lead. she fucking knew where coach was hiding, for fuck’s sake.” she confessed, pointing misty with the tip of her knife. “quigley told me they found a trap he set when they were looking for mari.”

agitated, you tilted your head, lips parting in disbelief.

you approached the curly-haired blonde, and with a visible gulp, she backed with you drawing closer.

“you knew where he was?” your voice quivered.

“no, i--nat said--i was just doing what nat told me! but i-i told her we should’ve told everybody and looked for him, he could be starving! he moves around so slowly, i was thinking about how vulnerable he was to all the crazy beasts around here, and i knew we should’ve said something, but nat told me to keep it a secret!” she stammered, “please don’t hurt me, i was just doing what the queen told me to.”

how could she? after all the speeches on justice and equality she had given? after all the times she told you things should be fair? after she lied to your face many times about what she discovered on her scavenging trips.

when you didn’t answer, the team fell into an uncomfortable position. nobody moved a muscle, not even shauna.

you don’t know what you expected. it’s not like you were dating. nobody knew of the two of you.

and it looks like she’s forgotten it too.

sucking in a breath, you threw your head up with a newfound drive. you glanced around, spotting a mark on a distant tree you had made months ago. it was the right area, around where mari recalled ben had taken her. you looked around, reaching for your rifle over your shoulder before you gestured demands.

wordless. assertive. the alpha leading its pack.

as the sun gradually diminished behind acres of forest, and the glade the yellowjackets have claimed lapsed into a glum atmosphere, nat sits anxious by the fire robin and akilah had started. as the few that stayed prepared dinner, the blonde couldn’t help but sit, consumed by her thoughts.

her hands clasped against her purses lips, her glossy eyes stared blankly into the roaring bonfire.

she was losing it. the pressure of everybody’s expectations for her as the queen was crushing what little sanity she had.

she wanted to cry, throw up and stab something all at once.

nat wasn’t one to complain, she wasn’t one to settle, and she believed it became apparent when she started using her antler queen responsibilities as excuses to stay away from you.

it wasn’t because she wanted to, god, she hated how things were now, but she didn’t want you dragged into the messy makeup of leading such an estranged group of animals.

you were bleeding your way into her role, however, and it troubled her deeply.

as she lies beside your sound, sleeping figure at night, she can’t help but be roused awake by her fears. she has spared every person she loved from herself, she shit her father in the face, for christ’s sake, why you enjoy her company will always be such a mystery to her.

usually, she’d have her drinks ready to console her.

but this, being stranded in the wilderness, was the longest she had ever been forced to be sober.

“nat?”

nat blinked herself from her trance, “lottie--what’s up?”

the brunette gazed down at her, eyes curious.

“you seem troubled. are you worried about y/n?”

the blonde’s breath hitched. “no, it’s--don’t worry about me. how’s the stew coming along?”

“are you afraid she will hurt coach scott?”

“lottie, i really don’t feel like talking about this.”

“she won’t kill him, y’know,” the taller insisted, sitting beside a sighing nat. “y/n may be strong-willed, but she’s reasonable. she’s more fair-minded than you’re giving her credit for.”

the italian ran her hands up her face, through the bangs over her forehead and over the bandana.

“are you afraid of being forced to surrender your title?”

was she? she feels the serene spirit she has managed to foster, in contrast to the harsh essence of winter, has raised morale.

“i don’t care about the title, lottie. but coach isn’t gonna survive if they find him.” nat’s fingers fidgeted, “and they will find him as long as y/n’s at the head of that group.”

“she is quite the gifted hunter,” lottie remarked, “that’s it, then? the thing that’s been bothering you?”

no, it isn’t. “i suppose, yeah.”

“well, i believe everything will work out just fine--!”

“oh my god, they fucking found him!”

both of them sprung to their feet upon robin’s declaration. on one edge of the camp, emerging from the leaves and thick bushes was ben, limping his way within the camp with the mouth of your rifle stuck to the back of his neck.

shauna and travis held lit torches, standing just behind you as you pushed the man to his knees, gun to his head.

nat slapped a hand over her mouth. standing before the knelt man with tears welling in her big, brown eyes.

“y/n, what’re you doing?” she gasped softly.

you let out a shaken breath, slowly dropping the snout of the gun. you slid it back onto your back, a hand on the quaking man’s shoulder. you held your lover’s gaze. she was still queen. she was still in charge. “i promised you i wouldn’t kill him. so here’s your chance to prove him innocent.”

shauna scoffed, “what? he almost set us all on fire, we should fucking execute him!”

you held a hand up, silencing her frustrated outburst. she sneered, scoffing with an exaggerated eye roll.

“we’re putting coach on trial. that way, he gets to tell his story, and we get to flesh out both sides.” you tilted your head, challenging nat’s authority. “what do you say, my queen?”

the blonde shot you that deer in the headlights look. “fine.”

an; first yj fic down… lmk if you guys like it cuz ill write another part if it’s wanted enough. happy reading! xx

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if any of yall bitches like yellowjackets PLEASE go check out my yj acc >> @dillydally6969

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I have a question 🙋‍♀️ is yn masc or taller than any of the girls in any of ur works? just asking bc finding masc or tall rep is so hard on here like everyone wants yn to be short😭😭😭

Also would it be ok for me to become one of ur anons?

absolutely lmk what kinda anon you wanna be ;) but i’ve gotten so many questions abt having more masc rep in my fics and id love to but idrk how to write for them and im scared i wont do yall justice😭 but the readers in my fics is honestly whatever you imagine them to be i try to exclude as much personal detail as possible so it can be more immersive yk… BUT if yall got tips and tricks id love to hear them cuz i do want more diversity

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when are we gna get a guess update 😔

girl i’m so unmotivated to update guess and it’s sm work with so little traction i just don’t think it’s worth it sometimes :(

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what doechii song?

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝖄ES, SUGAR ♱ ℳ.𝓢.

✵ ❪ 𝒚𝒕 𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒐 ❫ ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ms x f!r, katseye 7th member!au, fluff ── disclaimers: jealousy, ya’ll know the drill atp we three chapters deep (read in dark mode!) enjoy xx

ℭatalogue, pt one, two

MEGAN NOT PLAYING AROUND ABT Y/N (PER USUAL)

21.2k likes | 433k views | 19th Mar, 2025

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip one: [ TIKTOK + WEVERSE LIVE ] n/nlarz live

“Here in Katseye, we believe in starting strong. No beating around the bush, no stupid sub plot-lines, and definitely no bullshit when it comes to making our fans happy, because that is our number one priority. We make music to make you guys happy, and in turn, that makes us happy. You crazy kids always find a way to entertain us, so we do our part to entertain you.”

user01 omg this hoe is really tokyo drifting circles around the elephant in the room right now

user02 or team really said let’s get our very own shakespeare

user03 not eyekonville successfully cyber bullying y/n into addressing the tiktok yall this fandom is not real

“Oh my God, you’re stalling the hell out of this right now,” Lara snorted, head resting against her fist. The two of you sat at Lara’s desk, the violet LEDs on in the room with the older’s rnb playlist playing softly through her speakers.

You clasped your flushing cheeks into your hands, groaning. “Well, I’m not exactly excited to talk about this!”

Lara scoffed, raising an eyebrow and eyeing the live, as if sharing a knowing look with the fans watching the both of you at home. “You guys really thought you could put something like that out and not spark hellfire in Eyekonville?”

“It was so long ago! I didn’t think it would blow up like that.”

Two years ago, you posted a tiktok on your personal tiktok account of a challenge you and Megan did during your Dream Academy days. It was before the group was formed, and you were kindly instructed to remove it after your debut, but some fan who’s been following you since your predebut days seemed to have reposted it on twitter. The tweet gathered a total of 53M views and 1.2M likes from both eyekons and those unfamiliar to your music. Now fans shamelessly bombarded you with questions about it any chance they got.

The tiktok in question was the two of you doing the lipstick trend to the song “Appcalypse” by Cigarettes After Sex.

You appeared onscreen first, putting on some red lipgloss before the phone panned to black-haired Megan, staring at you, the camera going unnoticed by her dreamy eyes as she stared at you with a gentle smile. Every visible inch of skin littered with a variety of smudged or clear red lipstick marks.

[ holy fucking shit i did six backflips when i saw the tiktok ]

user04 they fr hard launched during da and forgot abt it

user05 deadass i always knew megn/n wasn’t just a figment of my imagination they been sus since da

user06 guys she’s abt to hard launch again act surprised

“You posted it during mission two?” Lara stared at her phone, definitely watching the video once again online. She shook her head, “Damn, I forgot ya’ll were rooming together.”

“Okay, before any of ya’ll put on your tinfoil hats and make up conspiracy theories about this, it was just a trend. Nothing more. We spent a lot of time together during training and we did a lot of challenges like that one, okay?” you stammered, clearing your throat. You thanked all the Gods the room was coloured so the fans couldn’t see your flushed cheeks. “Megan and I are friends—and now roommates, but that’s it.”

user07 oh yeah cuz i do couple trends w my friends too

user09 so this convinced a total of negative a trillion people

user08 i think doechii wrote a song about you honey

Lara giggled at the comments clocking your lies, glancing at your disapproving gaze as she fell back into her swivel chair. You sighed, shaking your head. “Guys, I swear on my mom, it is not what you think! We were just doing a tiktok trend!”

[ y/n baby you’re talented at a lot of things… just not lying ]

“Yeah, guys, come on, she’s being so for real right now…” Lara added in a monotonous tone of mockery. “You wouldn’t want everyone’s favourite Katz to get in trouble now, would you?”

“I do that with all the other girls too—How about this, if I promise to post this video of Sophia and I doing a couple’s yoga trend that was all over tiktok like two months ago, will you guys believe me?” You desperately sought to keep things tame, not wanting unnecessary trouble with your management team. Though, all press is good press, and the 63k people watching you try and make a bad case against dating rumours with your fellow bandmate would attest to that.

user09 kissing all over is different from doing poses tgt

user10 honey we saw the marks leading down meimei’s neck into her shirt you did not have to do allat for a casual trend

user11 i’d never let my bsf kiss me like that even for a trend

[ the look megan gave her though?? how is that platonic??? ]

“That’s the best answer you’re gonna get from my girl,” Lara chuckled, winking at the camera, “If y’all really wanna know what’s up that bad… guess you’ll have to stick with us.”

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip two: [ TWITCH ] d4vd x katseye streamathon

“No, have you seen this girl’s roblox avatar? She got that drip. She’s a certified gamer!” Daniela nodded, pursing her lips and giving D4vd an ‘mhm’ as his jaw dropped.

Serves him right for doubting your gaming skills. Silly D4vd.

You held your hands up as he let out an ‘ooh’, crossing your arms. “What can I say… I’m always on that bloxburg grind.”

Lara rolled her eyes playfully, “I’ll say, this bitch will stay in her room and never come out if she didn’t legally sign a contract. y/n and Megan are the most loser-coded, discord server npcs I have ever met. Like all they need is each other and their ipads.”

“Hey, why am I catching strays right now!” Megan whined.

You chuckled, a hand lifting to stroke the small of her back. She readjusted her beanie, leaning forward with a pout. She read the chat’s amused comments on Lara’s words, glancing back at you. “Are you just gonna take that?”

You shrugged, “To be fair, we are pretty addicted, Mei.”

[ it’s giving gentle husky x orange cat duo and im here for it ]

“Yeah, I know y/n’s the boss at dress to impress, we should get her on this.” Daniela moved away from the centre of the frame to make space for you. You slipped between her and the desk, grabbing the ipad from Lara. Daniela’s hands slipped up to grip your hips, locking you in place as she continued to banter.

Sat to the side just a little bit behind Daniela, Megan couldn’t help but eye the both of you every couple seconds.

The chat pointed out how she was doing her signature “laugh then lock in” bit, but in a more “show jealousy then remember she needs to lock in” way. Her eyes would linger on the two of you, on Daniela’s hands caressing your waist, a little too long with her eyebrows slowly furrowing and her smile fading. Then she would remember she was on camera.

user01 ooh somebody’s lookin a little jealousssssss

user02 megan forgot she needs to stay employed for a second

user03 bro’s fr getting war flashbacks rn

user04 what a good day to be a dann/n defender ;)

“Somebody asked if Daniela and y/n are bread and peanut butter, ‘cuz Megan is exactly the jelly they need right now,” D4vd read aloud, eliciting laughter from everybody in the room but a stunned Megan. She sometimes forget Twitch was an American platform and they were allowed to say more things they weren’t allowed on Korean ones like Weverse. But even you seemed to be going along with the teasing. D4vd sighed, “Oh my God, that’s gold, you guys have the best fan base.”

“Oh, Mei, I’m sorry for hogging the ipad. Here, you and I are both experts, if we work together, we should be able to beat these hoes at their own game.” you scorched over, peeling yourself from Daniela’s greedy fingers to make room for Megan. The redhead slid in, indirectly pushing the blonde out towards the edge of the frame, finding herself behind you.

[ y/n is so cute and oblivious oml but she loves megan sm ]

She internally cooed at your blissful ignorance, melting at you doing your best to include her. She’ll take what she could get, her mood immediately lightening up upon taking Daniela’s spot behind you, looping her fingers into the belt hoops of your baggy jeans. You two fell into your own little world, choosing outfits on the game as the others gave you input.

user05 megn/n pda i repeat MEGN/N PDA

user06 girl ain’t nobody looking at the stupid game screen rn

user07 they’re really making the most of the american rules

user08 ah yes there’s my daily megn/n fix

“So are we gonna say anything, or…?” Lara mouthed towards Daniela. She sat to your left, leaning back to gesture at the blonde so the two of you wouldn’t see. Sucked in your own world, on the virtual runway, you and Megan were too entrapped with the game and your fans to notice.

Daniela gave D4vd a look, who didn’t really know what to say. He was pretty entertained by the two of you’s intimate stance.

The blonde eventually shook her head, waving a hand. The three of them moved on to play the game with you two too. Slowly, you moved to sit on Megan’s lap, her arms around your hips and her head over your shoulder.

[ god i’ve never felt more single in my sad and lonely life ]

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip three: [ TIKTOK LIVE ] @meretmanon

“I think the plan is. we wake up at 6:30, we get downstairs at 7, get a coffee and maybe a pastry for breakfast, then get in the van and head for the hotel we’re getting ready at.” Manon was gathering her makeup, listing your schedule. She had decided to go live, having nothing to do as she does her makeup to ready for the seven of you heading to Sophia’s family home.

Everybody was gathered in Daniela and Manon’s room, waiting for their eldest member to finish getting ready.

The tiktok live went viral on tiktok after it ended for a couple moments in the background. This was during a time when the company was trying their hardest to manage the group’s image after some threads on twitter with the tag “#megn/n” had gotten out of hand with some unwanted attention.

You were clearly perched in the right bed behind Manon, Sophia, Lara and Yoonchae spread on the other. You rested against the headboard, entranced by the phone in your hand as the other three watched TV.

“Oh my God, don’t even talk about the early morning tomorrow, I’m absolutely dreading it.” Daniela groaned, emerging from the bathroom to stand behind Manon, gazing down at the comments flooding the chat. She caught sight of you sitting in the background, eyeing Megan, who, unknowingly appeared on camera, sauntered her way around the bed to lean over you. The blonde quickly moved to stand in the way of the view, blocking the ordeal from the live.

user01 i saw that. I SAW THAT.

user02 WAS MEGAN LEANING DOWN FOR A KISS WTF

user03 nah they trained daniela to be on it fr

user04 this is some pazzi shit all over again (pls get the ref)

user05 hold me down cuz im abt to go feral

Manon and Daniela shared a look, but neither of them dared to address the compelling topic of discussion amongst the fans.

Later on in the livestream, Daniela eventually moved off to take a call from her parents. Scurrying off, she left Manon in front of the phone, sitting on the floor in between the end of both beds. Lara was laying over the edge of the left one, talking about how excited they were to see the Laforteza’s.

Megan’s feet poked from the right side, hanging off the side of the bed. She suddenly propped herself up, laying on you, who moved just into frame as you laid on the pillow.

Knowing the group had been briefed about keeping the whole megn/n thing under tabs, Sophia nudged Manon, who then moved so her body would cover the two of you once again.

user06 show it to me please SEND IT TO ME RACHEL

user07 oml the gate keeping im foaming at the mouth

user08 so where are all the megn/n deniers now huh??

user09 nah yall can’t cover that up we saw that kiss jn

[ no cuz why were they working so hard to cover things up that live, it’s so funny cuz sophia and the girls were fighting for their lives but megn/n did not gaf like at all ]

When somebody would say things about y/n having a girlfriend or Megan having a boyfriend, Lara would very unsubtly make a face; most of the time it would be a smirk with a raised eyebrow at how ridiculous the comment was.

“y/n, somebody said they want to take you to breakfast,” Manon read aloud, not bothering to even look at your reaction.

A small, mumbled, “better not” from Megan could be heard once the fans enhanced the audio.

[ y/n definitely keeps this girl in check… ]

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip four: [ WEVERSE LIVE ] solo mei for the win ;)

“I wish I could read, I’m dyslexic,” Megan cackled, setting her makeup bag down. “I love audio books though, if you guys have any recommendations, I’d love to try them out.”

A knock sounded, Megan’s head snapped towards the door. “Somebody just knocked… hello?”

The door creaked open, and you popped in. “Baby, you forgot to grab your id this morning—!” The way Megan’s eyes widened, you knew you had fucked up on some level. It was only then did you notice the phone and ring light in front of her, and the extremely cautious “oh shit” look on her face.

user01 “BABY”??????????????? HELLO??????????????????

user02 IM FUCKING OVULATING DONT DO THIS TO ME

user03 oh nah oh nah i’m folding hard asf rn

user04 EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP ITS HAPPENING

user05 that has to be y/n l/n i recognize that voice

You thanked God you were still out of frame, setting the id down on the table and gesturing for you having to leave. She doesn’t react or address the situation, clearing her throat. “Anyway, I love audio books. I’m actually better at math than english, so if you guys need help with homework, I’m here.”

user06 nooooo bring y/n back we’ve missed her :(

user07 not megan acting like we didn’t just catch them

user08 WHY ARE YOU ALL SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS???

[ love how they just never talked about this after but i just know they got their ass beat by their pr team ]

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip five: [ COSMOPOLITAN ] Katseye Q&A

“y/n, you’ve been known to have a more impulsive tendency, and you’ve mentioned before you love getting impromptu tattoos. What’s the most recent tattoo you’ve gotten, and why did you choose to get it?” The interviewer questioned, the shot quickly cut to the seven of you. In the back row, sat Sophia, Yoonchae, you and Lara, in the front, Daniela, Manon and Megan. Six pairs of eyes turned to you.

“Oh, I, uh—” Caught off guard by the sudden spotlight burning you in place, you shifted, chuckling awkwardly. When you blanked, you began internally panicking.

You hated talking about your tattoos. It made you nervous because you’ve gotten a lot of criticism for it in the media.

“Actually, y/n and I got tattoos together. We wanted to get something that symbolized Katseye’s debut, so she got a (your charm), and I got a dual cherry on the inside of our left ring fingers.” Megan flashed the tattoo towards the camera, the editors zoomed in really quick.

You played along, showing yours as well.

“Oh, wow, that’s really cute!” The interviewer chuckled, “So will this be a ‘all seven of you’ kinda tattoo, or will this stay just the two of you for now?”

Lara groaned, “Oh, girl, trust I will be tatted the hell up in the future. I will be getting my key sooner or later.”

As the conversation shifted, you could feel Megan’s hand slide behind Manon’s to give your thigh an encouraging squeeze. It was a small gesture, but it eased your nerves. You glanced at her, and she shot you a quick wink. It drove megn/n truthers up the fucking wall. Your hashtag trending on Eyekonville.

The interview continued, but in that moment, fans knew, even if it wasn’t plastered on billboards preaching about it, the little relationship, whatever it may be, between you two was sacred.

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ❪ 𝖈alliope 𝖘peaks! ❫ 。 writing this had me giggling and kicking my feet… anyway BREAKIN DISHES PART 4 COMING SOON TO THEATRES NEAR YOU!! keep sending in suggestions and ideas i dont reply to all of them but i read them all! i love you all, happy reading! xx

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