#Go to bed Lara

[collgeruledzebra]

artemy burakh is so much stronger than me because if I was 6'3" with multiple stab wounds and the RICHEST MAN IN TOWN said he'd take me in and then made me sleep on a COUCH!! a LEATHER COUCH!!! the reputation meter would not have been able to fucking stop me i would be ripping peoples heads off in the STREETS for that

[tsarinajissa]

Getting up with Euros and KATYA WENT CLEAN!!

My Ekaterina Kurakova medals at Euros agenda is alive and well!

[quenthel]

my cats are becoming so miscevious like every time i bring myself a glass of water they want to drink from it... and they are not thirsty either bc they have plenty of FRESH beautiful water!!!! they do this to piss me off specifically bc they know how to be annoying

[sheyshen]

man considering i haven't actually done all that much this week I'm like exhausted.

[rising-above-stars]

I would like to scream right now

[luvchaew]

unwrapping!

jay has been your best friend for ages, but when touches started to linger and jealousy started to take all over him, you decided to give him a little surprise on his birthday. (feat zb1 hanbin, enhypen sunoo, katseye lara, mentions of riize wonbin)

“you really think i didn't know you had a thing for me all this time?” bestfriend!jay x pervy!reader, f2pl wc𓈒 3k— not proofread! ✴ cursing, making out, unprotected sex (don't ppl), oral (m. receiving), creampie, p in v, praise & degradation kink, breeding kink, jay is a switch, banter, slightly fluffy, pet names (jongseongie, baby, darling, princess..), mdni!

happy birthday jongseong! crazy to think you're already all grown up — he's finally 23 guys, are we gonna be okay?

𝑚. 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

jay had always been there.

if not for you, with you, for sure.

you didn't really remember what it felt like not having him around since you were about 12, except those past weeks; since you showed up with your situationship to a weekend barbecue, at least.

he'd been ignoring you — not really ignoring, but making it clear that something was up.

5 days ago, when you handed him the mayonnaise, his fingers brushed over yours carefully, with so much caution put into it that it was almost deliberate, like he was touching a stranger. a week ago, when you sent him a very funny electric guitar-related meme via dm, he didn't reply. worse, he didn't even react with a laughing emoji or something. things were definitely off, but you couldn't pretend you didn't know, not if you dig deep into your mind.

what you actually didn't know, but got hold of during a phone call with your friend, sunoo, was that jay accidentally overheard your conversation about wonbin — your brand new situationship — and how good he was in bed. that clarified a lot, if you were being honest.

you couldn't deny that he always paid too much attention to you. that his gaze lingered way more than it should. that some of your sleepovers at his house almost turned into something else if it wasn't for the solemn string that still kept you sane. that the silent acknowledgement of his feelings were always there, but you were simply too stubborn to admit it, to say that maybe, just maybe, you also wanted to be more than friends with him.

since there was this possibility that he was jealous, that he didn't want you with anyone else, you got thrilled, perhaps simply carried away, you couldn't tell. this wait has been killing you since you were 18, and if he wasn't brave enough to act, you were.

the idea at first was hanbin's, when he had already had too much beer and his messy hair covered half of his face. your roommate, lara, was there too, and perhaps it was the alcohol you drank while watching that baseball match, but you soon found yourself excited for it, planning everything amusingly fast.

“okay, so you're gonna be dressed in what?” lara pointed out, cleaning her slender fingers — that were full of nacho's orange bran, by the way. — on her pants.

“wait, there's a need for clothing?”

“hanbin! i'm not fully strip teasing in front of my best friend all of sudden, it has to be more subtle. let's focus”

“aren’t you going to do the ’let’s end up waiting’ thing? i was just trying to help, sorry” he pouted, raising his hands in cynical defeat.

“i think a ribbon tied around me would be good. something like ‘come and unwrap your birthday present’. ”

lara exclaimed, visibly pleased, her braided hair moving as she bounced slightly on the couch, she also helped giving more ideas, suggesting some ridiculous stuff like putting some background sexual music to play when jay was supposed to enter the room during his party — she probably meant Chase Atlantic, and it was soon discarded. — by dawn, sunoo also appeared, his eyes swollen from sleep but his mind working fast, brainstorming with you as he giggled playfully.

all of them waited all their life for this, didn't they?

“let's go through the plan once more” you started, biting your lips, “i’m gonna pretend to be nonchalant about his birthday, and at first not show up to his party. around 8pm, sunoo is helping me to sneak into his room and lara is going to tell him to go upstairs and search for something, or someone. when he enters the room, i'm gonna be there,”

“with a ribbon around you, do not forget” hanbin added, resting his chin on his hands as he listened attentively.

“yeah, there's that, too. and navy blue set of lingerie, god—, where was my mind at?”

“no backing out now, misses courage, we're fucking gonna do it and you're in. because there's technically no plan without you and we need that thrill” your roommate encouraged you, and even if there was pressure, you felt way more enthusiastic about it than what you should, hence why you just continued, nodding.

“i know, i know. then you're closing the door and we're gonna, um, have a lil’ fun”

they all excitedly laughed, and for a split up second, you swore sunoo would stand up and start jumping — it was almost his second nature to do so, and it honestly wouldn't be a surprise.

“but what if he refuses? aren't we going too far?” you spoke up, letting your insecurities show for a minute. you would be so embarrassed if he just ran away. if he said he didn't want that. and you knew damn well it would ruin your friendship one way or another.

“oh, stop. i have heard that guy moaning your name while showering more than once. it's gonna be fine” and perhaps it was the worst decision you've ever made, but you chose to believe them. are you this slutty to enjoy dragging your childhood best friend to a hook up on his birthday party knowing that he has no willpower to deny it whatsoever?

apparently yes.

you could blame it on the alcohol, yes you could, but when the days passed and the idea were still standing, your mind flying back to it every time someone mentioned sex?

there was no one to blame anymore. you just had to embrace your natural-pervy self and wait for everything to happen naturally — only with a little helping hand coming from you, of course.

because you wanted that to be the best birthday gift he's received his whole life.

one could call it obsession, concern, anxiety, whatever, but the only thing you knew was that the first thing that came to your mind the moment you woke up on the 20th was: “it’s today”.

throughout breakfast, you overthinked and overthinked about the small birthday text you'd sent him. you honestly couldn't remember when it was the last time you didn't send jay a wholesome message on his anniversary, however today would be different. today would be a new start — or maybe an end, depending on how things would go.

but you were positive.

you ended up deciding on a simple ‘happy 23, jongseongie’ and a white heart right next to it, which he visualized within minutes and didn't reply. you were expecting it, but it hurt either way, and maybe you kept staring at your phone screen for too long waiting for a signal.

despite the tension throughout the day, before you knew you were already barging inside his crowded house, sunoo by your side, lingerie clinging to your skin sinfully as a tight black dress hid it.

as you entered the room, you were quick to get rid off your dress and lay down on his bed, being extra careful to show enough but not too much in the direction of the door. as you did it, you were embarrassed to find yourself already soaked, he shouldn't be affecting you this much, should he?

you soon heard steps approaching and momentarily panicked. the loud conversation of the house and the noise of yells faded away, everything shifting completely in the atmosphere when he entered the bedroom, eyes darkening when his gaze fell on you.

you hadn't seen him in days, and saying he looks good was an understatement. broad shoulders, tight jeans perfectly fitting him, a strand of messy hair falling on his forehead.

jay called your name lowly, looking confused, but stepping forward, closer, dangerously closer.

“come and unwrap your birthday present, won't you?” you tease, voice dripping with honey and fake innocence given the position you were in: legs slightly opened, head tilted, body barely hidden and biting your bottom lip.

for a second, you thought he was going to turn around and run, and you considered apologizing, but then he was on top of you in no time, crawling to the bed and pinning your wrists on the mattress on top of your head.

it was everything he'd ever dreamed of. you on his bed, deprived of clothes, completely on his mercy.

“fuck, y/n— that's what you planned acting all bratty this whole time?” he groaned, sounding devastated.

“um, surprise?” you darkly chuckled, and jay searched for your brown doe-eyes. when he took it all in, he held your waist with his free hand and pulled you in.

it wasn’t a cute, soft kiss, but one that left you breathless as fast as it started. his lips worked fast on yours, the movements of his head leaving you dizzy. he pressed further, opening your mouth and sliding his tongue inside, exploring your warmness as if he had been starved.

you felt every single hidden feeling dissipating, every dangerous gaze making sense, every time he’d called you ‘princess’ — as a joke, as you'd tell yourself — meaning much more than it did before. and now you believed your friends when they insisted that he has been liking you for ages, because the force in which he kissed you was different.

you'd never been kissed like that before.

you ran your hands through his neck, gripping firmly in an attempt to ground yourself. you hummed softly, his grip tightened and suddenly the shortness of breath was present, leaving you separated for a while.

he looked deep into your eyes, breathing heavily, and only then scanned your body, groaning as he saw the navy blue lacy panties and the wet mark there.

“god, you look beautiful—” he hissed, amused. he freed your wrists and messily untied the ribbon, whereas you swore he was trembling slightly. the soft fabric fell down on the floor as he was quick to cup your barely covered tits, admiring them. jay would've been fast to unbutton your bra and give them the respectful attention, but it wasn't what you wanted now, you wanted him to feel good. it was a birthday surprise, after all.

“jongseongie, let me take care of you first,” he looked at you, wide-eyed, as if the idea alone threatened something inside him. you propped yourself on one elbow and sat up, slowly pushing him to lay down on the bed with the tip of your fingers.

he stiffened for a moment, but soon layed down, closing his eyes, trying to find sanity. you position yourself between his legs, spreading it open.

“ngh, too much clothes, take it off” you pleaded, and he obeyed, because who was he to deny you a wish like that?

as he took out his shirt, you almost crawled on top of him to leave lingering kisses everywhere: his jaw, collarbone, neck, shoulders. sometimes you would suck on it slightly just to feel how he shaked when you nibbled a specific spot right between his shoulder and neck. you didn't really overthink it, but jay was overly sensitive, trembling, panting, humming.

your nails scratched his abs, worshipping them. you’d already seen jay shirtless, when he was swimming, or when it was too hot and he sweated heavily so it would be excusable to take it off, but this was different, hotter, better. you earned beautiful noises that sounded more like the choir that opened heaven's gates, and when you settled beneath him, touching his clothed prominent crotch, work had to start.

“be good f‘me, hm jay? let me take you?” you whispered, patting his bulge teasingly, feeling it get harder with each stroke. he squirmed, eyelids fluttering close. “i need words, baby”

he opened his eyes slowly, pupils dilated. when he spoke up, his voice was low, hoarse, strained, “yeah, y/n, fucking gimme the best birthday gift i've ever received”

you smirked, satisfied, and gently lowered his pants and boxer, removing it. his hardened member instantly flew forward when it was released, the tip glistening. you hummed and leaned in, stroking it once, twice, three times, until he began to whimper, impatient.

you chuckled, spitting on it and finally leaving kitten licks on the tip, tasting the precum that coated his dick. his hand came to grip your hair in a lazy ponytail, while the other rested under his head. when he pressed further, leaving you no choice but take him in, you tried your best not to gag at the sudden movement, eyes closing.

he was big, you couldn't deny it whatsoever, but the biggest hardship was that he was thick, and it barely fit inside your mouth, competing for space with your tongue.

you swirled your tongue around it and started to suck slowly, feeling how he hit the roof of your mouth continuously.

you hummed around his dick, sending electric waves through his body and he groaned, wrecked, going rougher now.

“continue like that, shit princess—” he lowly muttered, and you drooled all over his shaft, saliva dripping down from your mouth and covering your face. you were a mess, and you knew that, perhaps was even proud of it, and when tears fell down on your face, the salty liquid combining with saliva and precum, jay was sure he didn't deserve that. you looked so damn pretty.

but he only continued, feeling his climax approaching embarrassingly fast, because you were his gift anyway.

his hands moved faster and his hips bucked forward. you looked at him through eyelashes and the vision you had was a crime to be for free: head fell back, lips slightly parted, messy hair, adam’s apple bobbing.

his thighs trembled next to you, and with a deeper thrust, his hot cum was shot at the back of your mouth, leaving you no option but to swallow it.

his seed spread messily along your mouth, his tip shining red, and as he drove himself through the orgasm, still fucking your glossy lips, you moaned unconsciously — high-pitched, dark.

you swore that the view alone could've finished you, and you were almost coming undone when he sat up, still heavily breathing, and pushed you down on the mattress, flooding you with his scent.

his uneven breath hovered just above your ear as he stared down at you, dark eyes scanning you in a whole. his fingers traveled to your soaking wet core, groaning when he entered in contact with it, “so wet, so gorgeous—” he tossed your lacy panties to the side, sliding a finger and stroking your cunt and bud all together. you moaned at the touch, a shiver running through your spine. he continued teasing, never giving in, breathing heavily, “do you think you deserve being fucked after bringing that boy around, hm princess?”

“he was no good so you had to come to me, isn't that it?” his words made you squirm, clenching around nothing as he continued teasing, fingering but never entering, his still-hard cock hitting your thigh at the proximity.

he was, at the same time, overwhelmingly close, but not close enough, not touching you were you wanted him to, where you needed him to.

you rolled your hips, desperate to create friction, and he only chuckled mockingly, his grin growing wider, darker.

“please— oh my goodness, please”

“please what, darling?” he gripped your inner thighs firmly, spreading yourself open, like you were an open book that only he could read.

“f-fuck me, ruin me, please, jongseongie!”

he let out a sound so lustful you weren't sure what it was, and snapped. he captured your lips in a kiss, now raw, messy, rushed, where he could taste himself on your tongue, and pumped his fingers in and out of you, stretching you open.

you moaned against his mouth, and right when he began to find your g-spot, curling perfectly, he pulled out. you whimpered at the loss, but soon, without any warning, he entered you completely. the stretch was overwhelming, and you felt him deep in your stomach, sitting inside for a while before thrusting fast. your jaw opened in a silent scream, and you held on to his scalp for dear life. it felt so good, your bodies intertwined like a limbo, damp of sweat covering his forehead, his dick hitting you so deep you saw stars. why haven't you done this before?

he hid his head on the crook of your neck, biting and nibbling on the sensitive spot there, the sensation sending butterflies on your stomach.

because it was supposed to be just sex, but his hands on your waist? hickeys left by him appearing on your collarbone? his name being recited as a chant as he was buried deep in you?

it felt more than just hooking up.

and maybe it was, but you were too afraid to admit, or perhaps it simply didn't matter now. you'd always been inconsequential.

as his groans started to get louder, his thrusts faltered, losing its pace and coming out messier, breaking your limits and surpassing where was the max you thought you could handle.

“princess, do you feel me here? going s’ deep”

“taking me in so good. letting me use you just as i want, you're the prettiest gift ever aren't you?”

“do you feel my cock hitting this perfect pussy?”

tears started to fall down your face again, but now they were saltier, the pain growing overwhelming when the knot on your stomach snapped, releasing what felt like a whole bottle of transparent cum.

jay didn't stop for a second even after your liquid was shot on your bodies, only holding your sides harder as he chased his own release. one could say he was possessed, eyebrows furrowing, eyes empty, mouth open.

“damn— t’much, too much, ngh” you cried out, earning a chuckle from him, as he muttered how you should take it because it was his birthday after all.

his thrusts faltered even more, his head falling back, you could feel that he was close. when he did release, his orgasm filling you up perfectly, shooting deep inside you, you were sure that was the best sensation you've ever felt.

“yeah, darling, letting me fill you up so good, hm? look at you, looking so wrecked. did i ruin you completely?”

you couldn't form coherent sentences, your mind occupied by a black cloud, where you wanted him, felt him, thought about him.

he laughed down at you, falling apart, wrapping an arm around your waist lazily. he nuzzled into your hair, feeling grounded on your scent, drunk in your taste. he lifted your chin up to kiss you once more, all those unspoken feelings, unacknowledged promises being transferred from you to him and vice-versa.

“i think you're receiving the first piece of cake this year, you were by far the one who made me happier today, princess.”

[philomenacunt]

i can say wtv i want about this bitch but we texted for 1 hour and called til now

she's getting her wisdom teeth removed rn and will probably be back soon and Goddd. the stories. the constant cheek holding. "it hurts" "omg i was soo high" "have i shown you the video yet" it's not even tomorrow yet and i'm already annoyed 😭

[sillymommy6969]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝖄ES, ANGEL ᝰ! KATSEYE

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ summary: if each katz (excluding yoonchae) is a tease and how they would react while they’re jealous/how you would react to them being a total brat > lowkey just turned into daniela and lara being jealous lmao

disclaimers: slight!nsfw, making out, harsh language, teasing, fem!reader, suggestive/sexual content (minors/men dni)

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Sophia Laforteza - Brat Tamer

You groaned at the foot of Sophia’s bed, slamming your phone into her duvet. You were beyond bored out of your mind. The Filipina laid just inches away from you, her laptop in her lap and her eyebrows furrowed. Her expression was stern, her eyebrows furrowed. Her focus never once pulled away from the “official Katseye business”, she called it, on her screen.

You mentally cursed her for the outfit she had on; a black pair of glasses and a big grey hoodie. The way she was sitting had the edge of her hoodie risen up just the slightest, leaving her slim figure exposed, and little to the imagination.

“It’s been hours, Fia, am I just chopped liver here, or what?” you whined, “Why did you even call me if you were busy?”

Sophia sighed, taking her glasses off with one hand. “I told you to be patient, baby. This is supposed to be in by tonight, and I’m almost done.” She leant forward slightly, enough to peck you on the temple. “Give me a couple more minutes, okay?”

You rolled your eyes, watching her go back to her laptop.

“But you’ve been working forever, and I only get to see you so many hours a week,” you groaned. When no reaction could be instigated, you grabbed her laptop, slamming it shut and slid it towards the foot of the bed. She clicked her tongue, but before she could protest, you rose a finger to her lips. “Your job is your mistress, Laforteza, and I’m sick of you putting it above me. You’re gonna pay attention to me now, or I’m leaving.”

She stared back at you with curious eyes, her lips gradually moving from a scowl to a smirk when you’d hoist yourself over her lap to straddle her. “Okay, where did this come from?”

You shrugged, wrapping your arms around her neck.

“I’m tired of you putting your work before me… If you paid half the amount of attention you did your work to me, maybe I wouldn’t have to literally pry it out of your hands.” You pouted, running your fingertips up her neck and into her hair. One of your hands drew lines along her jaw, down to her chest. “You love work more than you love me.”

Her face immediately fell, her hand raising to brush your hair from your face. “I’m so sorry I made you feel like that, mahal, but you know it’s not true.”

She wrapped her arm around your waist, and for a second, you really believed you finally had your girlfriend back--until she swiftly pressed you flush against her, your front against hers as she grabbed her laptop. Her chin found the crook of your shoulder, her glasses tipping off her nose as she read off her now lit again screen of her computer. “But I’m sorry, I really do need to finish this, or I’ll get in a lot of shit with Geffen.”

You let out a loud sigh, your body slumping in her arms.

Fine. Guess you were gonna have to do this the hard way.

Sophia hated playing this game, but when she did, she always won. You always loved to test how far you could go before she cracked and gave in, but it always ends with you begging for her instead. Alas, it was your favourite game to play.

The fast, soothing typing from her was the only sound that rung in the room. Slowly, step by step, you began removing items of clothing from Sophia.

First, off came her glasses. You easily removed them from her nose and she didn’t put up much of a fight.

Once her glasses were tucked snugly into her bedside table, you began playing with her hair draped over the hood of her sweatshirt. Sophia was very good at concentration, and like you’ve mentioned, she was very good at this game. She didn’t give in easy, not even when she knows what you’re trying to do. Your greedy hands grabbed at the hem of her hoodie, tugging them upwards as she continued typing through you.

“You’re really gonna do this?” she questioned, her voice low and demanding, “I’m warning you, mahal, this won’t end well.”

You were just more encouraged by the nickname.

“I’m not doing anything,” you smirked, “It’s getting warm in here, I’m helping you get cool.”

She scoffed in amusement, eyeing you with those beckoning eyes of hers. When you wouldn’t look away, challenging her, she turned back to her computer. “Okay, then. Let’s play.”

She let you strip her off her hoodie, but didn’t entertain your hands travelling up and down her back. You were growing impatient, grabbing at the straps of the tank she was wearing.

“Fuck, how’re you still working right now?”

She laughed at your evident frustration, her hands hovering over her keys. “I warned you, mahal. You always try and do this, but end up losing really bitterly. You still tryna play?”

You were determined to get her to abandon that damn laptop.

“Yes,” you grunted, adjusting yourself over her lap to shield her eyes away from the screen. “You’re an asshole, y’know that?”

“Mmh, really?” Sophia hummed, “You always try and play this game, but you never win, baby. Are you really that desperate?”

When she refused to let you strip her down anymore further, you adjusted yourself so she couldn’t see the screen anymore. “Fine, Fia, you win. Are you done now?”

She scoffed, closing her laptop and setting it on her bedside table. Finally, her eyes laid on you, her hands gripping your hips so you wouldn’t move around in her lap. “Oh, I’ve been done for a while. I was just tryna see how long you’d last.”

You rolled your eyes, stripping out of your own top.

“I hate you,” you murmured, “You’re the worst person ever.”

“Oh, yeah?” she smirked, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your lips. One on your lips, one against your jaw, one on your collarbone. You let out a soft sigh. “Let’s see if you’re still saying that after I’m done with you.”

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Manon Bannerman - Brat Tamer/The Brat

Manon is a true tease. She will get you all hot and bothered with those cursed eyes of hers. Today, she invited you to the girls’ dance practice. She felt bad for cancelling plans for last minute rehearsal for their opening show in the Philippines in a week, so, with the approval of their team, you were welcomed to sit in on the last ten minutes.

Now, sitting across the practice room as the girls moved their way to Touch, you could sense the looks Manon were throwing your way. She was a show-off, giving 110% of herself into the choreography. Throwing smirks and winks your way.

By the end of practice, you were ready to jump her bones, right then and there in the middle of the room.

Manon bid their choreographer goodbye, grabbing her things from the corner of the room and quickly dismissing herself.

You were standing beside one of the staff members, but whatever he was talking about going in one ear and out the other. You watched as Manon swayed her way over to you, innocent smile spread across her lips.

She leant in, greeting you with a quick peck. “Hello, my love.”

You didn’t reply, biting back whatever venom you had building in your throat. For a moment, when her hand came in contact with your waist, you almost let out a lewd noise.

“Hey, y/n!” Lara called, the other girls approached you.

You managed a quick greeting, paired with a smile. You were hoping Manon would make up some excuse so the two of you could just leave and get some time alone, but when you looked over at her, she only gave you a knowing smirk.

“We’re having dinner at the dorm tomorrow night, Sophia’s cooking. My sister’s coming, I know some of Dani’s friends are coming if you wanna join!” Lara invited, earning a couple hums of agreement from the others.

“Yeah, I’d love that,” you replied, watching Lara’s expression turn awry when you shuddered slightly at Manon’s cool hand slipping up your shirt and caressing your back.

“y/n, are you okay?” Yoonchae asked, concern evident.

Manon chuckled, “Yeah, honey, you okay?”

You felt her fingers reach down, slipping past the waistband of your pants. You gulped, “I’m fine. It’s--just been a long day.”

“Okay… anyway, bring soda if you can, Sophia won’t let us do sugary drinks.” Daniela leant in to whisper, only to earn a hard hit to the head from the leader. “Ow! I didn’t say anything!”

“I heard that,” Sophia scolded, “No soda, y/n.”

You nodded, pressing your lips together to keep yourself composed. Manon could go all day if she could, but she was really hoping to relax a little… with your help.

“Okay, I’ll see you guys at home.” she announced.

You followed her outside to her car. Once you slid into the passenger seat, she shut the door and started the engine.

"Are you insane? That was so close, I was so sure we were gonna traumatize Yoonchae or something,” you scolded, leaning over to nudge her shoulder. “Jesus Christ, Manz, I know we haven’t seen each other in a bit, but you can at least keep it in your pants until we’re alone.”

“Like we are right now?” Manon glanced at you, her eyes narrowing. She leant over, stealing a kiss from you. She chuckled when you leant in further for another, pulling back with a smirk. “Can you blame me? I finally get you in my hands and you think I’ll wait? Do you even know me?”

"Oh my God, how are you an adult?" You scoffed, but the teasing glint in your eye gave you away. "You truly have the sex drive of a sixteen year old boy."

Manon laughed, her eyes softening as she glanced at you again. "You want sex drive? I can give you sex drive." She shifted in her seat, and before you could even process what was happening, she leaned over and kissed you quickly, just enough to leave you breathless.

You blinked, momentarily stunned, before shaking your head. "That’s not what I meant, we’re still in the parking lot.”

She pulled back slightly, grinning. "And that stops me, how?”

"You’re such a tease," you scoffed, still smiling. "I’m surprised you’re controlling yourself so well right now."

Manon gasped, slamming a fist against her chest dramatically. "You don’t know how much this guts me, to not be able to fuck you in the middle of my work parking lot right now."

You couldn't help but laugh at the idea, even if the thought of her dancing just for you had your heart racing a little.

"Drive, Manz, we’ll test that teenage boy sex drive of yours.”

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Daniela Avanzini - The Brat

Daniela is a jealous, jealous, jealous girl. She cannot stand, even the thought of you getting close with anybody without her there to supervise you.

The last time you laughed around your friend, Heeseung a little too hard at dinner, you woke up the next morning with every inch of your skin aching with bruises spelling out Daniela’s name, whom slept soundly with her arms and legs wrapped around your body. Though, she was also the Queen of double standards, because she loves flirting with anybody--and everybody--in her line of vision when she’s in need of attention.

Today, you came to pick her up from a schedule, because you thought, “it’s not everyday I get to see my girlfriend, it would be a nice little surprise for her”.

But oh, no. You just had to start chatting with the new guy.

Luke was the new security guard standing at the front desk. He was a tall, clean-cut guy with the most innocent features. He carried a bright smile for whomever passed his doors, and you were no exception. When you registered yourself a guest, he begun stirring a conversation about Katseye.

He asked you about Daniela, and when you began talking, you just couldn’t stop.

Unfortunately, that’s what Daniela saw too. When the elevator doors opened, the last thing she expected was to see you. For a moment, her heart skipped a beat at the sight of your familiar head of hair. You were standing in all your glory, the light at the end of a long tunnel of media schedules.

But her heart sunk when she heard your heavenly laugh.

Just as Luke started talking about some new shift schedules, you saw Daniela striding toward you. There was an instant shift in her posture when she saw you and Luke talking. Her smile, usually so warm, turned into something more neutral, and you could tell she wasn’t entirely comfortable.

“Hey, honey,” you greeted her, but she didn’t quite meet your eyes, her attention on Luke instead.

“Hey,” she responded, a little more curt than usual, before offering a tight smile in his direction. “You good?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” Luke said, flashing a grin at her. “Looking great as always, Dani.”

Her expression flickered for a moment, her lips tight, but she didn’t say anything back. It felt like the air in the room shifted, and you felt an odd tension building between the three of you. You tried to ease the situation.

“Well, we should get going,” you said quickly, wanting to break up the awkwardness. “I got us dinner reservations.”

But Daniela didn’t move, her eyes flicking between you and Luke for a second before she reached over and took your wrist firmly, pulling you toward the hallway. You raised an eyebrow, surprised by her sudden change in demeanor, but she didn’t give you a chance to ask anything.

The two of you quickly found your way into the nearest bathroom. Once the door clicked shut behind you, Daniela turned to face you, her jaw tight, her lips pressed together in a way that made your stomach tighten with nerves.

“Hey, what’s going on?” you asked, worried you’d done something wrong.

She didn’t say anything at first. Instead, she moved closer, her hands settling on your arms as she looked you in the eye. You could see the frustration in her gaze, and the way she took a deep breath before speaking made your heart race.

“I don’t like it,” she muttered, her voice low but serious.

“Don’t like what?” you asked, feeling confused.

Her grip tightened slightly, her voice soft but firm. “Luke. He’s always checking you out. I don’t like it.”

You blinked, processing her words. “Dani, he wasn’t checking me out, we were just talking. He was just trying to make conversation. There’s nothing to worry about.”

She seemed to struggle for a moment, her face softening a bit, but there was still a trace of jealousy in her eyes. “Yeah, well, if you get to eye fuck Luke, maybe I should find someone too.”

You reached up, cupping her face gently with both hands, trying to calm her down. “What? What the fuck?”

For a moment, she just looked at you, her expression conflicted. Then, she exhaled, clearly trying to calm herself. “I’m saying, what about I go have a chat with Justin, huh?”

Justin was a young intern on Katseye’s team. It was obvious to anyone with eyes he had a fat crush on Daniela. You’ve had a conversation with her about it, and she assured you there was absolutely nothing to worry about with Justin.

You stepped closer to her, grabbing the back of her neck with a hand, her waist with the other. Your lips locked in a fast, hot kiss. She pulled away, catching her breath. “Wanna say that again, Avanzini?”

She toyed with your hair, and she smirked.

You were exactly where she wanted you to be.

“Why don’t you go ask Luke, I think I have Justin’s number in my phone…” When she goes to grab her phone from her pocket, you grabbed her wrist, slinging it around your neck. Your grabbed her hips, propping her onto the counter.

“Get his number off your phone right now.” you demanded.

“Why, you don’t like ‘Luke the security guard’ anymore?” she scoffed, rolling her eyes. She turned her head to look away, but you grabbed her cheeks gently, turning her back to you.

“No, he’s out of my mind. And by the time we leave here, Justin will be out of yours.”

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Lara Raj - Brat Tamer

Lara was a very accepting, easy-going girlfriend. She didn’t care if you went out clubbing with a bunch of guys who were obviously into you, or get jealous when the barista at your local cafe kept writing her number on your coffee. But if there was one thing Lara did not tolerate was you talking to your ex.

A complete stranger flirting with you? Whatever, it’s not that big a deal. This person who’s seen you butt naked before her? Absolutely not, she’s launching every nuclear missile she can.

You and Minji didn’t date long, it was more of a high-school sweetheart kinda relationship.

When Minji graduated a year before you, the two of you kinda broke it off. And by kinda, I mean she promised she would come back and marry you one day when she’s earned enough to take you around the world, so--yeah, it was safe to say Minji was not over you, even now, years after the two of you had called it quiets peacefully.

Even at the mention of her name had Lara boiling with anger.

She absolutely hated how obsessed with you Minji was--and still is. She wouldn’t even care this much if she wanted you physically, if she just missed hooking up with you, but this was love we were talking about. Feelings. Lara hated feelings, especially when they were from another woman for her girl.

You promised Lara one day you would meet her at home, just going out to grab a quick coffee after your morning jog. She hadn’t woken up yet, and you wanted to get your run out of the way so you could spend the day with her.

Once you placed your order, and once again turned down the barista’s persistent advances, you waited for your name.

“I see you’re still a screenager,” a voice pointed out softly in front of you, your head shot up to see Minji’s familiar features. She had a small smile on, “I was hoping I’d run into you here.”

You scoffed, immediately accepting her invitation for a hug.

“Oh my God, you’re back in town! Last time I saw you, you were off in Korea getting famous,” you beamed, “I can’t believe you’re here, and you didn’t call me!”

Oh, did I mention the two of you were best friends first?

“Yeah, well, I was hoping to surprise you. I’m off on break, and my sister really wanted to come to Cali, so here I am.” Her hands slid into the pockets of her jeans. “Since you’re here already, would you like to join me for a coffee? Are scones still your favourite breakfast pastry? I’ll get you one.”

You chuckled softly, shaking your head.

“I’d love to, but… my girlfriend’s waiting at home.”

Your name was called before she could answer, you thanked the runner, grabbing the two cups of coffee from her. You held them up for Minji to see, “I’m surprising her with her fav.”

She nodded, gulping. “Girlfriend? Cool… what’s her name?”

“Lara. She’s super busy, so I don’t get her alone most of the time--I’d love to catch up some other time this week though, how long are you staying for?” You almost felt bad when you noticed the slight falter in her expression. It was like kicking a little puppy. But you were really exited to see your girlfriend.

Little did you know, said girlfriend was awake and wanting to surprise you as well. She was hoping she would go in and out of the cafe and have you come home to breakfast.

But to be greeted by the sight of you talking to, none other than, the legendary Kim Minji.

Two cups of coffee in your hands, smiling and talking with Minji. You were hunched over her phone, held out so you could read her calendar. She watched as Minji’s eyes turned from her phone to your cheek, inches away from hers.

Oh, Lara was ready to blow the place up.

“Great, you’ll text me this time then?” you joked, earning a light chuckle from Minji. She hummed, “Yeah, I will.”

A hand palmed the small of your back, a taller figure looming over your shoulder. You looked down, seeing familiar rings on a hand you would only assume to be your girlfriend’s. Your body relaxed, tense shoulders easing upon looking up to see Lara.

“Oh, hey, baby, I didn’t know you’d be awake.”

She kissed your forehead, ignoring your statement. Her eyes focused solely on the woman standing inches away from you. Minji swallowed thickly, intimidated by the woman’s dark aesthetic. The eyes, it was always the eyes. If two people were to look at the both of them, they would never be able to tell you dated both these women.

“You must be Lara then,” Minji said, clearing her throat. “y/n was just telling me about you. I’m Kim Minji.”

You smiled at the Korean’s polite introduction. You looked up at the Indian singer, whose jaw tightened, her eyes dull and judgemental. Your smile slowly faded at the rising tension as neither of them spoke, before Lara broke the silence.

“The Kim Minji you dated?”

You swatted her arm, “Lara--!”

“Actually, Minji, I appreciate you being so nice to my girlfriend, but I don’t think she’ll be able to make it this week,” Lara threw her a smirk, “She’ll be too busy hanging out with me. Have a good time in LA though, it’s a very nice city.”

As she ushered you out the cafe, you threw Minji a quick mouthed apology before gesturing for her to text you.

The gesture didn’t escape Lara’s hawk eyes.

“Really? ‘Oh, Minji, your phone is so far away, let me lean in and look at it closer’, ‘Oh, Minji, I’m sorry my girlfriend doesn’t like you, you’re still giving me heart eyes like you’re about to get on one knee in the middle of this shitty cafe’.”

“Hey!” you barked, “You love that cafe.”

“Who cares about the stupid cafe, you were flirting with your ex--who should go back to Korea ‘cuz I don’t want her here.” Lara snarled, looking past your shoulder through the windows of the cafe outside to see Minji trying her best to avoid either of your gazes.

“Okay, first off, that sounded like there were hella racial undertones,” you pointed out, crossing your arms, “Second of all, I was not flirting with Minji, we ran into each other while I was trying to grab you coffee--mind you, exactly the way I know you like it before I got ambushed by you being rude to the poor girl. Seriously, if I was flirting, you’d know, Lara, ‘cuz she’d be on her knees already.”

The older’s face grimaced at the statement.

“Oh, yeah? You think you’re that irresistible?” she scoffed, her tongue sticking against her inner-cheek.

“You sure think Minji thinks so,” you teased, “So why don’t I go in there and prove you right?”

Just as you were about to re-enter the cafe, Lara grabbed you and spun you so she’d stand in between you and the door. “Absolutely the fuck not, you’re not seeing this woman under any circumstances, you hear me?”

“Why is that, Raja, think you’ll lose to Minji?” you taunted.

Taken aback, Lara grew silent with widened eyes. She never pegged you for the lippy type. You were always much more lax with things, and it was something she admired greatly about you. The new side of you was foreign, but not unwelcome.

“Really?” she scoffed, amused at your sassy attitude.

“Really,” you nodded. “Shall we go, or not?”

“Okay, baby, why don’t we go get some real breakfast?” she smirked, and before you knew it you were speeding home in her black BMW. She got a real good munch is all I have to say.

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Megan Skiendiel - The Brat

Megan was the most bizarre human being you have ever met--and you absolutely loved the fact you never got bored around her. You could tell at the very beginning of your relationship, she was trying hard to be “normal” so she wouldn’t scare you off, but she would then find out you were, if not worse, just as bad as her at being nonchalant.

She tries not to show when something bothers her, but it’s usually so obvious she’s trying to hide something that you notice immediately. She had zero poker face.

So when you had to go off and do whatever it is you had to do with your busy schedule, especially on a rare day off for her, she was evidently down. Her texts were growing shorter and more melancholy, and as bad as it made you feel for not being able to just lay in bed at home with her, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself at her puppy persona.

meggerz <3 Okay then

meggerz <3 Text me when you’re otw home

meggerz <3 I miss you pretty

Eventually, you had to avert your attention back on your work before you sidetracked too far. But the consistent buzzing of your phone kept pulling your gaze towards the screen.

meggerz <3 I miss youuuuuuuu

meggerz <3 The bed feels so empty rn

meggerz <3 Please just come home

meggerz <3 If I called them and told them there was a bomb hidden somewhere in the building will you get sent home?

meggerz <3 Ignoring me is crazy work

meggerz <3 Ugh need my sexy hot gf right abt now

Your fingers hovered over the keys, typing and deleting responses in an attempt to steer her into a quiet zone. But no, that wasn’t her style. She wasn’t the type to settle for a simple conversation, and you knew that.

meggerz <3 What are you working on?

meggerz <3 How is it more important than me :((

meggerz <3 Please pretty? I miss you…

You groaned, pulling a hand through your hair. You wished you could shut your phone off, but you also didn’t want to hurt her feelings. You knew your girlfriend just needed some love.

You bit your lip, glancing at your work. You really should finish this last report, but her message made your chest tighten. You missed her, too. You were practically aching for her touch, her presence. A small part of you wished you could be done with work already, but you still had to finish.

But come on, did you really think it was about to be simple?

But your phone kept ringing, and each ping of the texts dug into your concentration, chilling away at it like Michelangelo to marble. After an eternity of distractions, you finally hit send on the last report. The moment it was out of the way, you let out a breath of relief and immediately grabbed your things.

You couldn’t wait to get home. You couldn’t wait to see her.

When you walked through the door, you found her sprawled on the couch, her eyes glued to her phone. She looked up and grinned when she saw you, but there was a softness in her expression too, like she had been waiting for this moment all day. You smiled, feeling your heart race as you knelt beside her. Her eyes curved, but you could tell she was tired. You’d barely sat down before you scooped her up, pulling her into your lap.

“Baby, you’ve been texting me all day,” you murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “What do you need?”

She sighed dramatically, nestling into your chest. “I just missed you,” she mumbled, voice thick with longing.

You kissed her forehead, rubbing her back softly, and soon, the chaos of the day began to melt away. “Okay, you have me, ma’am. Wanna go take a bath and get some Thai?”

She nodded, wrapping her arms around you. “That sounds like exactly what could make up for your stupid work.”

౨ৎ author’s note: lowkey might make the lara one a full blown two-part fic cuz i just got inspired but idk…

[huntingcupid]

SAY IT — L.R

you gon' have to do more than just (say it) you gon' have to do less when you (do it) so mama, you know I (show it) always want you to (prove it)

⌗ LARA — fem!reader, smut, a bit of fluff, swearing, oral ( lara receiving ), scissoring, softdom!reader, stress, etc...

⌗ SYPNOSIS — after promoting in Inkigayo, lara seemed extra tired and stressed — she deserved a well needed rest and maybe something more

⌗ CUPID — requested by my mootie @sourb1tter

the promotion for gnarly in korea has left you and the rest of the girls restless — practice here and then outfit fitting there, you all barely got a break

especially lara, the girl has been so out of it recently, she performed so well though always giving her best which you admired the girl for — lara always acted like she was okay, acting strong rather than being vulnerable with the other members

yet she was different with you, you two were closer than the rest, you were lara's rest person — you help her feel calm and loved

while fitting the outfits for the last performance in korea, you noticed how the desi girl barely spoke, and was so silent that even sophia noticed joking about it too, lara only chuckles a bit, one that you can tell was forced — lara was so drained her eyes heavy as she tried to compose herself

finally time to perform you all got into position, your eyes kept going to the vocalist, worry clouding your mind as you see her taking deeper breaths and looking stressed — the final chorus comes and lara winces as she gave her all, that's when you really snapped — she is overworking herself

after you and the girls take a few pictures and finally go back to your respective hotel rooms — you wait until it was 1 am, texting lara you'll be coming to her room, “i'll be at your room in a minute, are you awake hun?” you send — a minute later she responds, “mhm, why?” you took it as a sign and walked a few rooms over knocking at her door

the girl opens in her robe, her hair messy and make up removed, in your opinion lara looked gorgeous especially with her bare face — “why y/n?” lara asks softly yawning towards the end of the sentence — “i know your stressed, let me help you” you mutter

you went in, sitting at her bed — you pat the space beside you which lara sat on, “how'd you notice?” lara ask, her voice was small and fragile unlike the one she uses with others — “how can i not, lay back for me hun” you replied softly pushing her down the bed, lara obeys grunting softly as her head meets the pillows

you tap her thighs signalling her to spread them, afterwards you sit in between them tracing circles on her inner thighs before kissing on them whispering praise towards the woman, “you've been so incredible lara, I'm so proud of you” you mumble into her skin, sucking a particular spot leaving a pinkish mark that will soon bloom into a dark purple mark — lara whimpers, already needy and worked up

“where do you need me princess?” you ask not wanting to force lara, “please” lara begs and it's all the confirmation you needed — you removed her robe met with her naked form, her tattoos decorating her skin so beautifully — her core was glistening with arousal as she looks down on you with those pleading eyes, it was hard for you not to just bend her over the bed, but this was for lara not for you

you lick over her thighs, hands putting her thighs on your shoulders to give you deeper access, finally you lay your tongue flat on her cunt making her whimper silently, you tease her clit sucking on it softly hearing her small mewls and moans as she begs you to go faster, you then move to her entrance, “fuck you taste amazing” you mumble pushing in your tongue into her cunt her back arched off the bed, “y/n!” she whines bucking to your face, you thrust in and out seeing lara satisfied and clearing her mind made you so happy

you move back to her clit sucking it with urgency coaxing loud yet so addicting moans out of the girl above you — “please I'm so close” lara manages to say before she convulses and gushes into your mouth, you continue lapping at her cunt softly helping her come down from her high, “shit — so good” she mutters as you pull away

her chest heaved as her breathing eventually was even

“thank you so much baby” she whispers smiling softly, you smile back crawling back up to kiss her lips, she melted into you, she was so sweet like honey and sickeningly addicting — “you've worked so hard my love” you praise as lara's hands wrap around your waist making you sit atop of her

“can we?” lara asks shyly, knowing what she was implying you immediately nod happy to do anything to make her satisfied — you shed of your sleep shorts and underwear throwing it somewhere in the hotel room, you climb up at laras body laying your thighs over hers

you shudder feeling her warm skin on yours as she looks at you like your a masterpiece in a gallery — slowly you lower yourself onto lara's awaiting cunt — when the first few moments lingered lara sweet voice filled the room as you groan softly as she practically vibrated under you

slowly lara grinds on your cunt signalling you to start too — you held onto laras thighs moving at a restless speed, it was smooth and fast, feeling your clit bump into lara's had to be the best thing ever, her small moans when you grind just a bit harder was one of the best things you've heard ever — you bit your lip as you felt the knot in your stomach slowly tightening

“i love you so much” lara mewls as you felt her getting close again, “baby i love you more- fuck” you stammer as you let go convulsing on eachothers core — lara whines feeling your slick arousal coat hers

after you two stayed in the moment for a few minutes, you stood up and cleaned up, bringing water and a few snacks to the girl on the bed, “feel better?” you asked as you wiped lara's legs, “so much more better” lara whispers already getting sleepy, you hum in response laying next to her, lara immediately cling to you her head resting on your chest which you smile softly at — you brush her hair using your fingers humming a lullaby as you start to fall asleep as well

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[spiderb00]

- Fam out #7

Sophia Laforteza x reader  

“The dinner with has finally arrived, and it's time to find out who Evie is! Luckily, your girlfriend is always by your side” 

Genre – fluff        warnings - none 

Now playing – Rude, by MAGIC! 

“can i have your daughter for the rest of my life?” 

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"You're right. This is bad."  

Manon's girlfriend was the first to speak. After you told everyone that Yoonchae had a girlfriend, silence settled over the room. You freaking out, Sophia rolling her eyes at every word that came out of your mouth and each of the girls in the living room giving you their own reactions to this information.   

Yoonchae wasn't present at the small reunion you called. And now, you wondered what the girl was doing.   

“Babe.” Manon patted her girlfriend's belly, scolding her. Knowing that she was only saying that to make you feel crazier.  

“What?” Her girlfriend asked, laughing. "We don't know this girl. She could be a criminal! A drug dealer who will put Yoonchae in the middle of her business!"  

You widened your eyes, looking at Sophia as if to ask if this was a possibility, causing the woman to deny it and snort, before putting her hands on her head in a sign of despair. Sophia had been struggling with all your outbursts ever since the maknae dropped the bombshell in both your laps. At first she thought your concern for Yoonchae was cute, but now it was starting to get on her nerves.  

“Baby, Yoonchae's girlfriend is not a drug dealer.” Sophia said, looking at you as she stroked the messy strands of hair on your head, before looking at Manon's girlfriend with a frown. “Eve is just a seventeen-year-old girl.”  

“You don't know how today's teenagers think...” Manon's girlfriend continued.  

"All right, that's it. You're grounded! Go wait in my room!" Manon pointed to the stairs. The brunette's voice was authoritative and made her girlfriend wince slightly, before standing up.   

Megan and her girlfriend were laughing at the whole situation, as was Lara's girlfriend, who got a little nip from the Indian girl. Only to discover that she was trying to hold in her laughter too.   

“ Grounding?” Daniela's girlfriend asked sarcastically, receiving a middle finger from the girl who was now climbing the stairs.   

“Do you want to join her?” Daniela asked, making her girlfriend wipe the smile off her face and shake her head negatively.   

"Sorry. I'm trying to deal with her hyperactivity." Manon explained before letting the conversation continue.   

“Look, guys, I know it seems a bit weird to have Yoonchip dating, but it was bound to happen at some point.” You groaned in disappointment at your girlfriend's words. “She's growing up and we can't protect her from everything forever.” Another groan of disapproval. “All we can do is guide her and hope that this girl is really nice.” You groaned again in disapproval.   

This time you really managed to get your girlfriend's attention.   

“All right, if you do that one more time you'll be waiting upstairs with Manon's girlfriend!”   

Turning off the lights in the bathroom, you walked towards your bed, the house was silent and you were still thinking about the conversation you had with the girls earlier. At the same time as you thought you were overreacting, you swore that you just didn't want Yoonchae to get hurt.   

You knew more than anyone how cruel first love can be, how exciting and scary. You've had your own experience, and you've struggled a lot to really have a love like the one you have with Sophia. You just don't want things to go wrong for Yoonchae like they did for you.   

Walking over to the bed, you pulled back the blanket, lying down on the right side of the bed - you always slept on this side, because your girlfriend didn't like sleeping near the door. Sighing, you leaned your head against Sophia's shoulder, the woman reading what she always read before going to bed.  

“Do you think I'm exaggerating?” You asked as you kissed the Filipina's shoulder.   

“I think you're worrying too much.” Putting down the book, Sophia grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles. “Yoonchae is smart, she knows how to take care of herself.”   

“She's still just a child to me...”   

"I think she'll always be just a child to all of us, Mahal. But we have to face the fact that she's growing up."  

You nodded, kissing Sophia's shoulder again before you heard a light knock on the door to your room.   

After a little “Come in” from Sophia, the topic of the moment poked his head into the room. The typical little smile on her face.   

“I just came to say good night...”  

The Korean girl looked shy, almost as if she were tiptoeing around, avoiding starting a conversation she didn't want to or even giving you another heart attack.   

Sighing, you sat up properly on the bed, patting the space between you and Sophia with your hand. With a shy smile on her face, Yoonchae approached, crawling on the soft mattress until she was sitting between you and your girlfriend. 

“Sorry about my reaction before, Yoonchip...” You began, attracting curious looks not only from the maknae, but also from your girlfriend. "I guess I got too overprotective with you. I just don't want you to go through the same things I did."  

Yoonchae's gaze was compassionate, as if she completely understood your point. Meanwhile, Sophia looked at you in confusion, she knew that you hadn't had good experiences with love before, but at no point did she associate this with your protectiveness towards Yoonchae.   

“All right, I understand.” Yoonchae said, taking your hand in hers. "But I promise, Evie is great! She's not an idiot and I certainly wouldn't be with her if she was one."  

Smiling, you ran your thumb over the back of the girl's hand. Sophia just watched the whole interaction between the two of you, stroking Yoonchae's hair. "I know you don't. You're too smart not to notice if something's wrong."   

Laughing, you and the girls let a comfortable silence fall between you. The mood quickly became more relaxed as the guarded words were spoken.   

"Look, how about you invite Evie for dinner tomorrow? Then we can get to know her once and for all..."   

"REALLY? That would be great!" The girl perked up, jumping out of bed as she ran towards the door. "I'll text her and tell her everything. I love you!"  

The door closed with a satisfying click, Yoonchae probably running towards her room, texting Evie. Meanwhile, the woman next to you looked at you with admiration.   

“I'm so proud of you.” Sophia said, pulling you close so that she could lie on your chest.   

“It was the right thing to do.” You reply, stroking Sophia's hair before closing your eyes, breathing in relief at having resolved the tension between you and Yoonchae.   

“You're going to be a wonderful mother, you know that?” Sophia's words made you open your eyes, only to see that the woman was already looking at you with passionate eyes. “I can't wait to have a family with you.”  

Reaching out, your fingertips brushed against Sophia's chin, pulling the Filipina closer until your lips touched. The kiss was slow, tender and passionate. The idea of starting a family always left your hearts beating at a much faster pace than normal.  

“I'm going to be the happiest woman in the world when that happens!” 

“How do I look?” You asked Sophia for the second time.   

The woman - who was standing in front of the mirror, putting on her earrings - rolled her eyes with a smile, before finally turning towards you, grabbing the collar of your shirt and pulling you into a quick kiss. The sensation of her gloss on your lips made you want more than a lip seal.   

“You look beautiful!” The Filipina said, loosening your shirt and smoothing out the places crumpled by her grip. “You seem to be more nervous than Yoonchae.”  

As if on cue, the younger girl came into the room like a hurricane.  

“HOW DO I LOOK?”   

Laughing, Sophia glanced between the two of you, before turning once more to the dressing table mirror. “Wow, you two really could be mother and daughter...”  

“You look beautiful.” You said, ignoring your girlfriend's comment. “Relax, she'll find you beautiful anyway.”   

The sound of the doorbell ringing made Yoonchae's heart race again, fearing that her girlfriend had finally arrived. She knew that Evie was punctual, so she went downstairs as quickly as possible.   

“DON'T RUN ON THE STAIRS!”  

You nodded. God save your future children from Sophia's screams.   

Yoonchae, meanwhile, opened the door, slightly out of breath. Her smile faded as soon as she saw the scene in front of the house. Manon's girlfriend's arms around Evie's shoulders as she said something nonsensical to the girl - who by now looked pretty bored. The girls were all behind the pair, huddled by the door touching up their make-up or fixing their hair.   

“Hi Yoonchip, look who we found by practically ringing the doorbell.” Manon's girlfriend entered, dragging Evie along with her, not before winking at the maknae.   

“Baby, leave the girl alone!” Manon said, coming in right after.   

“Hey girl.” Daniela's girlfriend was the next to enter. A backpack on her back and the smell of smoke permeating her clothes.   

"God, where were you? In a barbecue?" Yoonchae complained, turning away from the woman as she let her into the house. 

“She's just come off a shift at work.” Daniela explained, smiling at her girlfriend as she watched her all dirty.  

"First, get that look off your face. That's disgusting." Yoonchae said, looking at the Latina like she was insane. "And you, use the bathroom in the guest room. You can change there too."  

“I love you, Yoonchip.” The woman said, coming forward to hug the maknae.  

“HEY!” Yoonchae shouted, pulling away from the woman with her hands raised, putting distance between the two. “Save that mess for Dani.”  

Laughing, the firewoman climbed the stairs. Yoonchae just watched as Daniela followed her girlfriend. Mumbling something about helping her with her clothes. As the Latina walked up the stairs, you walked down, looking at the woman with a confused look as she seemed a little too excited - at least for someone who was just going to help her girlfriend with her clothes.  

“Hey, you guys are here.” You said, seeing Megan and Lara with their girlfriends. “Nothing from the special guest?”  

"She's already arrived. Manon's girlfriend is stuck on her." Megan's girlfriend said, laughing as she was accompanied by Lara's girlfriend.  

“Poor girl.” You said. “All right, how about you go and rescue your girlfriend and I'll take care of the door.”  

Yoonchae nodded, heading towards the kitchen, but not before whispering a “thank you” to you.  

"Have you finally come to terms with all this? Lara was the first to ask. All the girls watched you sigh and shrug.  

“Well, it was bound to happen at some point.”  

Dinner went well, as far as that was possible. After Sophia finished getting ready and Daniela and her girlfriend came downstairs flushed and panting, you finally started dinner. The conversation didn't flow as much, an awkward silence settled in at times, causing Sophia to start a conversation - which would soon end, making the silence take over again.  

"All right. I don't think anyone will ask, so I'll be the brave one here!" Manon's girlfriend began, causing everyone at the table to turn their heads attentively towards her. "How did you two meet? Like, since when does Yoonchae have time to get to know someone?"  

Yoonchae opened her mouth, only to close it again, not knowing what to say. All eyes were on her and she hated it.  

“We met at school.” Evie was the first to speak. “We did a project together.”  

The girl's hand grabbed Yoonchae's under the table. Hearing her girlfriend's breathing calm down, Evelyn calmed down along with her.  

“Like in the movies, cool.”  

“Awn, how cute.” Megan said, looking at her girlfriend.  

“ Really cute.” The actress agreed.  

“We weren't that close.” Yoonchae began. "But... Evie defended me from some people who were laughing at me."  

You dropped your fork, making the loud clinking of cutlery with plate echo through the house. “Were you getting bullying?  

” “It wasn't bullying.” Yoonchae tried.  

“Yes, it was.” Evie retorted. Evie retorted.  

“All right, maybe it was a little bit...”  

“Yoonchip, why didn't you tell us?” Sophia asked. Reaching across your chair to stroke your back, knowing that you would probably be uncomfortable with this situation.  

" Well. It didn't last long. And Evie sorted it out."  

The table fell silent. Evelyn poked at the piece of chicken on her plate with her fork, squeezing her girlfriend's hand under the table. The girls were standing around, watching the strangely maternal interaction between you and the girls.  

“Thank you for protecting her.” You were the first to speak. Directing your gaze at Evie. The girl giving you a - genuine - tight-lipped smile.  

“Always.” 

“So, now we have another teenager dating,” you said, lying on the bed while you waited for Sophia to come out of the bathroom.  

The girls had already gone home, Yoonchae would be sleeping at the Kats' tonight, so when dinner was over and you'd finished washing all the evening's dishes, you went upstairs and waited patiently for your girlfriend to come out of the bathroom.  

“Isn't it strange how we're all dating at the same time?” You rambled on, staring at the bathroom door, as if Sophia were there.  

You could hear the woman grumbling from time to time. You just assumed she was doing her nightly skincare, and chose not to slip into the bathroom with her.  

"Dinner was nice. Maybe you could do it again." You heard a small murmur of agreement coming from the bathroom. "God, it's a good thing we don't have another child. I don't think I could handle another teenager starting to date."  

Hearing the bathroom door open, you looked towards the sound. You swore you might faint.  

Sophia, your girlfriend, stood there in the sexiest lingerie you'd ever seen in your life. The teasing smile on her face told you that she had gotten exactly the reaction she wanted from you. The glossy sages drawing your attention to her lips and the bra making you mesmerized. You honestly looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

Walking towards the bed, Sophia climbed on top of you, taking her place on your lap. Taking your hands only to guide them to her waist.  

"You know, Mahal. If we make it hard enough, maybe a few years down the line we'll have another teenager in the house."  

“We can test it!” 

it's almost 3 AM here. I'm dead

drink water and be safe,

xoxo, spider.

[soeyekonic]

— ✩♬ ₊˚. bad for business ⭑ M.S

˚⟡˖⋆ synopsis you and megan are forced to distance yourselves when your closeness threatens the group's image, but despite knowing what’s best, neither of you can fully let go.

warnings: bittersweet angst 😝 idol!megan x 7th member!fem!reader. this one felt shorter than uge... don’t know the word count tho... 😀

currently playing: bad for business - sabrina carpenter

the first time it became a real problem, you and megan had been sitting too close in a recent interview, waiting for the questions to start. it wasn’t anything unusual. your knees brushing, her pinky teasing the side of your hand on the couch—but the tension was enough to pull every camera in your direction.

sophia was the first to notice. “they’re filming.”

you didn’t even have to look up to know she was right. lara cleared her throat, and daniela let out a quiet laugh, nudging megan’s shoulder like she was trying to break whatever spell she was under.

it was yoonchae who finally snapped, whispered, “can you guys stop? seriously, it’s getting obvious.”

you flinched at that, straightening up, but megan only smirked. “is it?”

yes. yes, it was.

the problem wasn’t that you and megan were together—because technically, you weren’t. it was the way you hovered around each other like two planets caught in each other’s orbit, the way your eyes always found hers first in a crowded room, the way she pulled you closer when no one was watching and smirked at you like she knew she was being reckless.

—

the first official warning came in the form of a meeting.

“do you know how this looks?”

the manager’s voice was sharp, cutting through the tense silence of the practice room.

you sat next to megan, hands gripping your thighs as the words sank in.

“we’ve seen the compilations, the edits, the way fans are picking up on it,” he continued. “we know you’re close, but you can’t be this obvious. it’s not good for the group.”

it wasn’t a warning. it was a demand.

you stole a glance at megan, but she was unreadable, her lips pressed into a thin line. she didn’t speak up, didn’t argue, didn’t fight.

just nodded.

and something in you cracked.

—

the distance started slowly.

megan stopped reaching for you first. you stopped holding her gaze for too long.

she started sitting next to lara instead of you in the van. you laughed at sophia’s jokes instead of megan’s.

it was subtle, but the tension between you was different now—forced, restrained, carefully measured in every interaction.

and it was awful.

but it wasn’t just the distance. it was the silence in the little moments you used to share: the gentle brush of your fingers as you passed her a drink, the way she would pull you into her side when it was cold, the soft, teasing smirk she used to flash when she was up to something. now, there was nothing but space—a painful reminder of what you couldn’t have.

you thought back to the nights where you would sit close together, her shoulder leaning into yours, as the two of you shared stories and laughter that felt like only the two of you existed in that moment. you remembered how you used to tease each other for no reason at all, her playful glint in her eyes making your heart race, her laugh the kind of sound that made everything else fade away.

in those moments, you felt something more than just friendship, and it was beautiful. it felt right. but now, there was only this painful distance, and it hurt more than you could put into words.

during rehearsals, you could feel megan’s eyes on you, but the second you turned to meet them, she looked away. at events, she answered interview questions with a smile, but her voice lacked the warmth she used to have when she teased you.

it was self-preservation, you told yourself.

it was what was best for the group.

it was what was best for you.

so why did it feel like you were breaking?

—

the dorm was quiet that night.

the members had gone to bed, exhaustion settling in after a long day of schedules, but you couldn’t sleep. instead, you found yourself in the kitchen, gripping a glass of water like it might stop your hands from shaking.

you didn’t expect megan to walk in.

she hesitated in the doorway when she saw you, her eyes flickering with something unspoken. you thought she might turn around and leave, but after a beat, she stepped inside, wordlessly opening the fridge.

the silence stretched. then, softly—

“you okay?”

you exhaled. “are you?”

she huffed out something that wasn’t quite a laugh, shaking her head. “no.”

the quiet between you was suffocating.

“i hate this,” you admitted. her jaw clenched. “me too.” your fingers curled against the cool surface of the counter. “then why are we doing this?”

megan didn’t answer right away. instead, she placed a carton of juice back in the fridge, shutting the door a little too hard. “because we have to.”

your throat tightened.

because she was right.

because this wasn’t just about you.

because there were cameras and contracts and expectations, and no matter how much megan made your heart feel like it was on fire, you weren’t just two people in love—you were idols.

and idols didn’t get to be reckless.

megan turned to face you fully then, her expression unreadable. she looked tired, like she had spent the past few weeks feeling just as hollow as you had.

“we can’t keep doing this,” you whispered. she nodded, swallowing thickly. “i know.”

and maybe this was the part where you were supposed to walk away. maybe this was the part where you let go, where you buried whatever this was for the sake of everything you had worked for.

but neither of you moved.

because even if you knew what the right choice was, you weren’t ready to make it.

and maybe you never would be.

a/n: hey yall… it’s been a while 😃

[wcnderlnds]

the bigbang april writing challenge ☆

Marissa (@ldydeath) and I have been hard at work thinking of fun ideas we could do but also include other writers and we came up with something! For the month of April, we’re calling for any and all BigBang writers to join us in writing for our favourite boys. Each day a fic will be posted about a member by a different writer for the whole month -- the number of the prompt is the date which you'll post your fic. They can be fluff, angst, smut – whatever your heart desires. If you want to take part, all you have to do is message me or @ldydeath with the prompt you want and who you'll be writing for. It's as easy as that! We'd love for everyone to get involved <3 Below the cut you'll find the prompts. Ones with names beside them are the ones already taken! You can take as many as you want.

One bed ( @wcnderlnds | TOP )

Not just friends but not quite lovers either. ( @ldydeath | G DRAGON )

One of them is sick and the other takes care of them. ( @loveesiren | G DRAGON )

Bumping into an ex at the most unexpected place. ( @bluesunss | TOP )

Needing a place to stay for the night. ( @berfgrimm | TOP )

Used to date (insert band member) but now has feelings for (insert other band member) ( @ldydeath) | G DRAGON ) 

Has a huge crush and doesn’t know how to express it so ends up hurting feelings instead. ( @emmiesoverthemoon | TOP )

Drunken confessions ( @eru-vande | G DRAGON )

Date night ( @sevendaysummer | TOP )

There’s a power outage and one of them is scared (@wcnderlnds | TOP )

Forever stuck in a ‘will they, won’t they?’ ( @gdinthehouseee | TOP )

Hate each other's guts (not really) so another band member traps them in a closet until they either kill each other or make out. ( @sevendaysummer | G DRAGON )

Childhood friends who lost contact with each other until one of them accidentally likes something of theirs on social media. ( @wcnderlnds | TAEYANG )

Bonding on the set of a music video ( @ldydeath | DAESUNG ) 

One of them has a huge crush on the other and writes their feelings down on a letter ala Lara Jean style and it ends up finding its recipient. ( @infinetlyforgotten | TOP )

Meeting a stranger online only to meet up with them and find out it’s someone from BigBang ( @wcnderlnds | DAESUNG )

It’s vacation time and the last thing they expected was finding a holiday romance. ( @wcnderlnds | TOP )

Bonding through love of hobbies (eg. art for top, lego for daesung, etc) ( @sevendaysummer | DAESUNG )

Fighting for dear life to get tickets to a concert only to bump into your old best friend who helps you out (surprise it’s a member of bigbang) ( @bluesunss | TOP )

Enemies turned lovers but sometimes the enemies still seeps through ( @ldydeath | G DRAGON )

Cozy nights at home 

A chance meeting on a night out changes things ( @ldydeath | G DRAGON )

A proposal ( @petersasteria | G DRAGON )

A heart to heart leads to unexpected confessions ( @currentloser | DAESUNG )

They’re leaving the next day so they have to make the most of the time they have together ( @wcnderlnds | TOP )

Dyeing hair matching colours only for one to go wrong ( @ldydeath | G DRAGON )

Both K-Pop idols who go on tour together and have secretly been hooking up ( @makeitworse | G DRAGON )

Accidentally calling them a pet name used in private in front of the rest of the band ( @gdinthehouseee | DAESUNG )

Childhood best friends who were torn apart by distance who bump into each other randomly one day. ( @wcnderlnds | TOP )

Finding out they’re pregnant while their partner is on a world tour. ( @ldydeath | G DRAGON )

[sirenontheloose]

COFFEE

The best kind of love is the one that makes you feel like you’re home.

"Riiinggg." The alarm rang for the third time.

Lara sighed and gently slipped out of YN’s arms to turn it off, hoping the noise hadn’t woken the other girl still curled up in bed.

But YN, smiling sleepily at her girlfriend’s failed attempt to be quiet, reached out and wrapped her arms around Lara’s waist, snuggling into her back.

“You’re up?” Lara asked softly, turning to pull her closer into a warm hug.

YN hummed, snuggling closer to Lara, content with how warm and safe she felt in her arms.

Lara giggled at her girlfriend’s clinginess and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, a gentle hint that it was time to get up and start the day.

YN let out a quiet sigh. “I wish we could stay like this all day,” she mumbled.

“Me too,” Lara whispered, linking their fingers together as she gently tugged YN toward the bathroom.

Their morning routine unfolded like a quiet dance, familiar and easy. They stood side by side at the sink, brushing their teeth while stealing glances at each other through the mirror. YN playfully bumped her shoulder into Lara's, causing toothpaste foam to spill from her mouth as she laughed.

After rinsing, they moved to the shower, letting the warm water wake them up as they took turns lathering shampoo and tracing lazy patterns on each other’s skin. Between soft kisses and shared smiles, it felt less like getting ready for the day and more like slowly easing into it together.

Later, YN, looking effortlessly stunning in a sky-blue blouse, wandered into the kitchen to prepare two cups of coffee, one for her and one for the love of her life. She returned to the dining area, handing one cup to Lara before sliding into her seat with a satisfied sigh.

“Thanks, babe,” Lara said, giving her a grateful smile. “Best coffee I’ve ever had,” she added, leaning over with a playful wink, making sure to make eye contact as she took a sip.

YN raised an eyebrow, setting her cup down with a teasing grin. “So good you want to put a ring on me?” she called out, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes as she leaned back in her chair.

Lara chuckled, her gaze lingering on YN for a moment as she rested her cup on the table. “Should I?” she asked, a sly smirk curling at the corners of her lips.

YN froze for a second, her eyes going wide as her cheeks turned a deep shade of pink. But then, she quickly recovered, flashing a cheeky smile. “Oh, I see how it is,” she said, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms. “Trying to lock me down already? You sure you’re ready for me?”

Lara raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. YN leaned in a little, smirking as she added, “You’re gonna need a lot more than just praises for my coffee to win me over. And I’m talking, like, an actual vacation… maybe a private island?”

Lara’s smirk widened as she leaned in closer. “Is that a challenge?” she asked, voice low and teasing, her playful gaze never leaving YN.

YN took a dramatic sip of her coffee, making a show of it as if she was pondering the situation. “Maybe,” she said slowly, setting the cup down with exaggerated care. “But you’ll have to do better than that. You know, lifetime supply of chocolate might do the trick.”

Lara chuckled, reaching over to nudge YN’s knee under the table. “Noted. I’ll start budgeting for the chocolate then.”

They exchanged one last smile, warm and lingering, before falling into a comfortable silence. The soft clinking of spoons against mugs and the faint hum of morning filled the space between them.

After a few minutes, YN stood up to clear the table, gathering the empty cups and moving to the sink. As she rinsed them off, she didn’t notice Lara sneak up behind her, the small silver ring tucked between her fingers, heart pounding in her chest.

When YN turned around to grab the last cup, she froze. Lara was standing much closer than expected, her body nearly brushing against YN's, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes. The ring gleamed between them, catching the light.

“You were saying?” Lara whispered, her voice low and playful. She leaned in even closer, just inches from YN, feeling her own heart race in anticipation, the heat from their bodies mixing.

YN’s breath caught as she looked up at Lara, the closeness making her pulse quicken. Her usual teasing smile faltered for a moment, replaced by a nervous excitement that she couldn't quite hide.

Lara smiled softly, her lips hovering just above YN’s ear, her warm breath sending a shiver down her spine. “Guess you’ll have to say ‘yes’ first,” she teased, her voice just a little breathy.

divider - @v6que

a/n - hey y'all..

[rising-above-stars]

Every time I think this god awful pain has gone or isn't as bad, it comes back full force

[melanchoire]

I just know g!p daniela has the BIGGEST dick likee

cw: brat taming, riding.

honestly my mind was blank about thoughts on this but after watching that clip where lara is bouncing on daniela’s lap and she looks at her ass i was just— 😭 thanks lara for feeding my brain

daniela already has this vibe of having a big cock. she has an expression that says i DON’T KNOW something like “hi I have a big dick.” because she is somewhat serious but her facial expression has a touch of, i wouldn’t call it conceited, but a sensual charm??

president of the mating press lovers club☝🏻daniela is a rough and tough fucker so i have a firm belief that she prefers you on the bottom because she can press you down onto the bed and practically destroy your body by the time you’re under her... she also manipulates your body a lot, such as making your legs go from being wrapped around her waist to resting comfortably on her shoulder, or if daniela is in a bad mood or wants to put you in your place, she prefers me to hold your thighs against your chest to see you exposed explicitly for her 🥰 she gets a little cocky when seeing how you want to act pissed off or give attitude when she literally got you to follow an order like an obedient pet and yet you still have enough guts to try to be a brat when she makes you kneel with a simple look — you could say that she really likes power games or just when she acts in a way that makes you become a submissive idiot for her and her cock

AND IF WE TALK ABOUT RIDING DANIELA she would probably tell you to be on top when you were a piece of shit during the day and she wants to make you learn your lesson :( daniela would smile all amused when she sees you struggling to ride her cock and at the same time trying to continue with your brat act, only for her to change positions with you when you least expect it and fuck you until the bed breaks

[katnipp]

Any katseye member x DA member reader who gets eliminated before the finale 😛😛 katseye mem cant handle the thought of losing the only person who really gets her

left behind— manon bannerman

genre: ANGSTTTT

synopsis: manon debuted with katseye, but left a part of herself behind in the practice rooms—where y/n used to wait for her.

—

manon doesn’t cry when y/n’s name isn’t called.

she doesn’t even flinch.

she just stands there, spine straight, expression unreadable, her hands curled into tight fists behind her back. the announcement plays on loop in her head, but everything else — the applause, the screams, the glitter falling from the ceiling — fades into a dull hum. it’s like she’s underwater, watching a nightmare unfold in slow motion.

y/n’s smile doesn’t reach her eyes. not this time. not when she bows. not when she hugs the finalists. not even when she walks past manon, brushing just a little too close — close enough to feel the ghost of what they never got to say.

she doesn’t even look at her.

and that’s what breaks manon the most.

⸻

that night, the dorm is too quiet. too still.

the other girls are asleep or pretending to be. no one knows how to handle a goodbye when it comes with cameras and stage lights and confetti stuck in your hair.

manon sits cross-legged on the cold dorm floor, back against the door of y/n’s room.

the door opens fifteen minutes later. y/n’s eyes are red, suitcase half-packed, hoodie sleeves pulled over her hands like armor.

“…you’re still up,” she says softly.

manon shrugs. “couldn’t sleep.”

y/n steps out and closes the door behind her. they sit side by side in the hallway, legs just barely touching.

“i knew i wouldn’t make it,” y/n says eventually, voice light. too light. “felt it in my gut the past week.”

“don’t say that,” manon says, sharper than she means to. she bites the inside of her cheek. “you should’ve been there. you should’ve been next to me.”

“but i’m not,” y/n replies, and the words land like a punch.

there’s silence.

then manon says, quieter, “you’re the only reason i got through any of this.”

y/n blinks. “what?”

“i didn’t care about the rankings. the screen time. the comments. i only cared if you saw me.” manon’s voice cracks near the end, and she hates that. hates how vulnerable it sounds.

y/n’s mouth parts like she’s going to say something. but she doesn’t.

she just leans her head back against the wall and whispers, “i thought i was annoying you.”

manon turns toward her fully. “no. you—y/n, you were the only person who noticed when i was struggling. when i disappeared from practice. when i couldn’t even get out of bed.”

“you think i could ignore that?” y/n asks, finally meeting her gaze. “you’d show up the next day with puffy eyes and stiff arms like nothing happened. like you weren’t breaking. i hated that no one else said anything.”

manon swallows. “i thought hiding it made me strong.”

“you didn’t have to be strong with me,” y/n says, almost a whisper. “you never did.”

⸻

no one else ever knew.

they assumed manon was temperamental. cold. unreachable. some even called her difficult.

but y/n was the only one who saw the truth — that manon would disappear not out of ego, but out of exhaustion. that she was stretched too thin. that the pressure felt like it was crushing her from the inside out.

and still, she tried to smile through it.

until one night, y/n knocked on her door at 1 a.m. and left a water bottle, gummy bears, and a sticky note that said, “skip practice if you need. i’m still proud of you.”

manon kept that note in her pocket for weeks.

⸻

weeks after debut, someone brings up the past during a livestream.

“manon was the one who kept missing practice, right?”

the air shifts.

yoonchae — calm, unreadable, but never unkind — speaks first. “she was going through something. a lot, actually.”

lara, cross-legged beside her, tilts her head. “and no one really noticed. except y/n.”

daniela, who has always been the loudest voice in the room, says nothing this time. just lowers her gaze and nods once, slowly.

manon stares at the screen after they sign off. her reflection catches in the black screen. her eyes look tired.

she doesn’t sleep that night.

⸻

a week later, a letter comes in a plain white envelope. no return name, but the handwriting is unmistakable.

manon opens it with trembling fingers.

inside is a polaroid from months ago — y/n in the practice room, mid-laugh, hair messy, backlit by studio lights.

manon’s in the background, blurry and off-center, but her gaze is sharp. watching her.

the back of the photo reads:

“you always looked better in the spotlight. don’t let them make you forget who you are. i won’t.”

⸻

that night, manon shows up to practice early.

she ties her hair up. rolls her sleeves. stretches until her muscles ache. she doesn’t complain once.

lara raises an eyebrow. “since when do you show up first?”

manon smirks. “someone i love believed in me.” she picks up her mic. “figured it’s time i start doing the same.”

—

a/n: i was having angst withdrawals again..