#manon katseye

[overadores]

right where you left me ˎˊ˗

pairing ˎˊ˗ manon bannerman x ex!reader about ˎˊ˗ Manon couldn’t let go—not really. While you lived like you’d never been happier, she convinced herself it was all an act. Desperate for a second chance, she threw an anonymous party just to see you again. But nothing could have prepared her for what she found. genre ˎˊ˗ ex lovers. angst. cw ˎˊ˗ kissing. wc ˎˊ˗ 1.3k words tune in ˎˊ˗ party 4 u - charli xcx a/n ˎˊ˗ this song is all over my fyp especially the outro, so why not make a imagine for it and the song is very manon vibes! thank you tiktok for the party 4 u edits 🙏

She Never Moved On

Manon had known heartbreak.

It clung to her in the quietest moments, in the soft, aching spaces between breaths, in the way she stared at the ceiling late into the night with her chest hollowed out by grief. It was in the way she still flinched at the buzz of her phone, still half-hoping—half-dreading—that your name would light up the screen. It was the cruel hope that stitched itself into every corner of her, the kind that refused to die, no matter how many times reality tried to smother it.

She told her friends she was fine. She smiled until her cheeks hurt, laughed too loudly at jokes that weren't funny, posted sun-drenched selfies where the light caught her just right, hoping—no, begging—the world to believe it.

But in the dark, when the noise faded and there was nothing left but the sound of her own heart beating far too loud in her ears, the truth rose up like a tide she could no longer outrun.

She wasn't over you.

Not even close.

You, though?

You looked like you’d never even known heartbreak.

You smiled brighter now, laughed deeper. You danced in the arms of strangers without a care, posed in sunlit photos that she stumbled across when she wasn’t even looking. Friends mentioned you in passing, casual and unthinking—Oh, did you see them at the beach? Looked like they were having the time of their life!—and every word hit her like a slap she hadn’t braced for.

You seemed lighter. Free.

And Manon hated herself for wishing you weren’t.

For months, she lied to herself with careful precision. She whispered that you were just pretending. That the smiles were hollow, that your laughter cracked under the surface if only she could hear it properly. That somewhere, deep down, you missed her just as much. That you had to.

Because if you didn’t?

If you had really moved on?

Then what was she still holding onto?

The idea came on a sleepless night, when the loneliness felt unbearable and desperation tasted bitter in her mouth.

She would throw a party. Something extravagant and anonymous, draped in velvet shadows and glittering lights. She would rent out a club, scatter invitations like seeds on the wind, and pray that you would come. A Gatsby moment—tragic, grand, hopelessly romantic.

She told herself it wasn’t about you. That she just wanted to throw a party for once, live a little, feel alive again.

But even as she designed the night—the music, the lights, the whispered invitations—she knew the truth.

This wasn’t for her.

It was for you.

It was always for you.

The club throbbed with bass so heavy it vibrated through her bones. Blue and violet lights cut through the darkness, making the crowd a sea of faceless silhouettes, bodies moving together in a tidal rhythm.

Manon stood just inside the door, frozen for a heartbeat too long, feeling the weight of her own hope crash down on her.

You were here.

Somewhere.

She could feel it like a current running under her skin.

Her heels clicked against the marble as she moved through the crowd, heart hammering in her chest like it wanted out. Her dress clung to her like a second skin, but it wasn't vanity that made her straighten her shoulders and set her jaw.

It was hope.

Find me, she begged silently. See me.

But the music swallowed her words.

And then—

Through the crowd, she saw you.

Soft pink lights pooled around you, making your skin glow, your smile sparkle. You were laughing, tipping your head back in that familiar way that made her chest ache.

But you weren’t alone.

There was someone with you—a girl, pretty and confident, her hands locked around your waist like she belonged there.

And before Manon could move, before she could even breathe, you leaned down.

Kissed her.

Slow, sure, easy.

Like you meant it.

Like you hadn’t even thought twice about it.

Manon felt the room tilt, the music bending into something sharp and broken. The bassline echoed in her skull like a heartbeat that wasn’t hers anymore.

The world blurred.

The crowd spun.

And she just stood there, rooted to the floor, invisible in a sea of strangers.

You didn’t see her.

You didn’t even look.

You have moved on.

And you hadn’t been acting.

All these months she had clung to the fantasy that somewhere, hidden behind your smiles and your new life, you were still hurting the way she was.

But no.

It was only her.

Still bleeding.

Still drowning.

Still reaching for a ghost that didn’t even know she was there.

She stumbled back through the crowd, the lights streaking into messy trails across her vision. Her throat burned, but she didn’t cry. Couldn’t cry. Not here. Not where anyone could see her fall apart.

Around her, the party raged on.

The music roared.

The laughter soared.

And she, she was nothing more than a phantom, drifting through the wreckage of her own desperate hope.

She should leave.

She should pull herself together, fix her makeup in the bathroom mirror, and pretend this night never happened.

But her feet wouldn’t move.

She stood by the bar, gripping the counter until her knuckles went white, the room spinning around her.

The DJ switched songs, a glittering, heartbreaking synthwave bleeding into the night.

I only threw this party for you, the lyrics whispered, again and again, slicing her open.

Manon closed her eyes.

Swayed slightly.

"I only threw this party for you," she whispered to herself, her voice lost in the noise.

But you didn’t hear her.

You didn’t know.

You didn’t even care.

Time blurred after that.

Maybe she stayed an hour. Maybe it was ten minutes.

She didn’t know.

All she knew was the cold hollowness inside her as she finally turned and pushed her way toward the exit, each step heavier than the last.

The night air hit her like a slap, sharp and cold against her flushed cheeks. She sucked in a breath, steadying herself against the brick wall outside the club.

The city moved around her, alive and indifferent. Cars hissed past. Laughter floated from nearby alleys. Somewhere, a siren wailed.

And Manon stood there, wrapped in her too-thin jacket, feeling more alone than she ever had before.

She thought heartbreak was something you survived.

That one day, it would scab over, become a scar you could trace with your fingers and say, I lived through that.

But maybe some wounds didn’t heal.

Maybe they just became part of you.

Maybe they were stitched into your skin, your bones, your blood.

Permanent.

She pulled out her phone without thinking, scrolling through her gallery. There you were, smiling up at her from the small screen—frozen in time, untouched by the wreckage.

Her thumb hovered over the photos.

Delete them, her mind whispered. Let go.

But her heart, stubborn and stupid, ached at the thought.

So she just tucked the phone away again, too much of a coward to cut the last thread tying her to you.

The walk home was a blur.

Her heels clicked on the pavement, her breath puffed out in small, ragged clouds, and she thought about all the ways she had tried to move on.

The jokes.

The parties.

The late-night hookups she never stayed for.

None of it had worked.

Because it had never been about forgetting you.

It had always been about finding pieces of you in other people.

And no one ever measured up.

No one ever felt like home.

She reached her apartment, fumbled with her keys, and stepped inside.

The silence hit her harder than the music ever had.

She dropped her purse, kicked off her shoes, and collapsed onto the couch, burying her face in her hands.

The party was over.

The dream was over.

You had moved on.

And her?

She was still here.

Still loving you in the ruins you left behind.

[kkoga]

SUPERNATURAL ✈ Mannon Bannerman, smau

Synopsis ➫ When famous actress Yn Ln from the hit show "Wednesday" gets news she will be starring in a girlgroup MV, the girl just couldn't wait! Her reaction however, quickly changes after finding out she will be working with Katseye. Member of hit girl group Katseye, Manon Bannerman, is forced to face the feelings she thought she had gotten rid of long ago after hearing the news of her ex being apart of their new comeback.

Featuring ➫ Jenna Ortega, Hunter Doohan, Katseye, and more!

Disclaimer ➫ Everything written here is fictional. If you do not like any of the topics mentioned, then please scroll.

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exes and ohs 𐙚 c.yj

chapter eleven: brothers

previous masterlist next ʚ♡⃛ɞ his ex is getting married to his brother. he’s totally okay with it. he’s very happy for them. of course, he’s going to the wedding. and he definitely did not pay his next door neighbor five hundred dollars to be his plus one at their destination wedding.

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[itzkatflixs]

my take on gnarly lyrics as a lit geek

[rosachae]

blood money | manon x reader

Part Five previous -- next

Soundtrack:  listen while reading on Spotify →  Genre: AU Warnings: some mentions of criminal behavior, maybe some curt language here and there. overall, nothing major i can think of.

Synopsis:

"Manon was a lot of things: cold, mysterious, casually nonchalant in the most infuriating way possible. Y/N just didn't expect this to all be a byproduct of the duffle bag stashed away in her bedroom, filled to the brim with blood money and bearer bonds. When the CEO of a large pharmaceutical conglomerate is reported murdered and that over a million dollars had been stolen, Y/N is left trying to connect the dots between the crime and her new roommate."

05

y/n had always loved the sound of rain. white noise while she tried to sleep in the dead of night, a bodiless companion while she poured hours of herself into textbooks. it was comforting in its own cold, wet way. but ever since manon had moved in, this fondness was starting to rot. pain, resentment, doubt—emotions that’d plagued y/n these past two weeks. it was raining the night she came home to find the tall swiss woman already waiting. it was raining when she confided in sophia in the school library, airing grievances she hadn’t even known how to name. it was raining when they tore away from the hideout, sirens hot on their heels. now, instead of comfort, all y/n felt was omen. the rain was a warning. a promise. it always came before something terrible. she’d learned that lesson the hard way.

the truck peeled around another corner, the wheels skimming dangerously over the flooded asphalt. y/n gripped the steering wheel tighter, heart battering against her ribs, breath coming fast and thin. the city bled past the windshield in neon smears. behind them, distant sirens still howled, faint but alive. the feds were out there, hunting. they hadn’t gotten away. they’d just bought a few breaths of borrowed time.

beside her, manon slumped low in the seat, one hand clamped tight over her shoulder. the bleeding had slowed, but it hadn’t stopped. her jaw was clenched, her profile hard in the passing light. she didn’t speak. she didn’t need to. she was still scanning the side streets, the mirrors, the rearview. calculating. surviving.

y/n swallowed hard and swung them off the main road. the motel came into view—the same one they'd slept in before everything cracked open. across the street, the diner buzzed sickly against the rain, its neon light pooling across the pavement in limp, broken puddles. the building looked different now. smaller. exhausted. like it knew it was sheltering fugitives.

she cut the headlights and coasted down a narrow alley beside the motel, tucking the truck deep into the shadows. just before the beams died, she caught a glimpse of the motorcycle they’d abandoned not even a day ago, fallen onto its side in the mud. pathetic. almost funny, if anything could still be funny.

the truck rumbled low under them. rain drummed against the roof, loud and constant, rattling through the cab like static. manon shifted, a rough sound tearing from her throat. her voice came a moment later, hoarse and clipped. "supplies. back of the truck. canvas bag under the tarp."

y/n nodded, breath misting in the cold. she shoved the door open and slipped out into the rain, the cold biting through her hoodie in an instant. she sprinted to the bed of the truck, yanking back the tarp with wet, shaking hands. the canvas bag was there, wedged deep against the frame, heavier than she expected. she nearly lost her footing hauling it free, the alley a mess of mud and pooling water. she caught herself on the bumper and staggered back toward the cab, her sneakers splashing through filthy puddles.

the passenger door creaked under her grip. manon had unbuckled herself, but she hadn’t moved otherwise. her mouth was a thin, tight line. her hoodie clung to her, soaked and stained dark at the shoulder. grief hovered around her like a second skin, sharp and silent. y/n said nothing. she just ducked under manon’s good arm and helped her up, feeling the solid weight of her pressed against her side. manon was still strong. still solid. but there was a tremor running through her that wasn’t from the cold.

they moved quickly, heads low, slipping through the side entrance of the motel. part of y/n almost panicked the second the motel door shut behind them heavily under the weight of the wind, but that panic immediately evaporates when she remembers the cold, disinterested clerk behind the front counter. she doubted she heard, and even if she had, she just as strongly doubted she cared. 

the hallways smelled like wet carpet and stale smoke. every step felt too loud. the second they stumbled up to their room door– a large ‘6’ engraved into its wood– y/n set into action. she fumbled, fishing the keys out of manon's left pocket. she fumbled just as hard in kicking the door shut behind themselves, and near collapsed under their shared weight when a particular misstep almost sent them tumbling down. but, she forced herself to stay standing. she had to see this through.

inside the room, it was even worse than the hallway. the air was heavy, damp, the windows fogged up from the humidity outside. the blinds were half-closed, bleeding weak light from the diner’s flickering sign across the grimy carpet. the bed looked smaller than y/n remembered, rumpled from when she'd slept against it the night before.

y/n eased manon down onto the mattress, setting the canvas bag at her feet. she didn’t miss the way manon’s body sagged slightly once she let go, like the tension holding her upright had frayed.

y/n crouched low, unzipping the bag fast. gauze. bandages. a sealed syringe of antibiotics. alcohol. a switchblade and a spare hoodie rolled tight like a makeshift pillow. no hospital trips. no doctors. just survival packed into canvas and trust.

"we need to get your hoodie off," y/n said, voice low. steady, but not as steady as she wanted it to be.

for possibly the first time, manon doesn’t bother guarding her emotions. they filter across her face in the fastest nanosecond. grief, sadness, shock, anger– before eventually it settled on doubt. it was fleeting. so fast that y/n could’ve sworn she didn’t see it. but, alas, she did. 

manon hesitated. just a beat. her gaze slid over y/n’s face, weighing something small and dark  in the deepest depth of her mind. and then, she nodded. 

she never looked so small than she did in this moment now.

y/n swallowed. the small consenting nod was all she needed to reach out slowly, fingers brushing against manon’s sleeves. the fabric was soaked through, clinging to her skin. y/n worked carefully, peeling the hoodie up, avoiding the wound. her hands skated over manon’s ribs, over the long lines of her back, feeling the way she shivered under the cold air. manon moved with her, patient, silent, letting herself be handled in a way that would’ve felt unthinkable days ago.

the hoodie peeled free with a wet, heavy sound. y/n tossed it aside without looking. manon’s skin beneath was bruised and battered, but solid. the bullet wound was ugly but clean, an angry red hole punching through the muscle of her shoulder. 

y/n’s stomach twisted, but she didn’t let it show. she grabbed gauze and alcohol, pouring it slow over the wound. manon flinched, her body jerking once, but she didn’t pull away.

"you’re lucky," y/n muttered, focusing on the bleeding. "clean shot. no bone."

"lucky," manon gave a rough hollow sound akin to a broken, humorless laugh. her voice echoes, like she didn’t know what the word meant anymore.

manon's shoulders sagged, her body leaning heavier against the thin mattress. her face was turned toward the ceiling, her mouth drawn tight, her expression stripped bare by exhaustion. her chest rose and fell slowly as she took in deep breaths, centering herself as well as she could in a situation like this one. 

the silence between them thickened, stretched, until it was almost unbearable. then, manon spoke, so quietly y/n almost missed it.

“you should have left me.”

y/n’s breath caught in her chest. her fingers gripped the canvas bag so tight they ached, the words cutting through the tension between them like a knife.

“shut up,” she snapped, the sharpness of it surprising even her. “not even a ‘thank you’ for saving your ass?”

y/n pressed the gauze in a little rougher than she needed to.

"you know what?" she muttered, voice tight. "fuck you."

manon blinked, startled. but she has no time to respond before y/n continues, frustration clear in her voice. 

"you sit there bleeding out, looking like death, and you still act like this is some kind of inconvenience. like i should be sorry for helping you."

"i didn’t ask you to—"

"no, you didn’t," y/n snapped, cutting her off. "you never ask. you just give orders. or act like you’re doing me a favor by not saying anything at all."

she again poured alcohol over the wound, maybe slower than necessary, not cruel but not gentle either. manon flinched, a hiss slipping through her teeth, but she didn’t pull away.

"you’ve been impossible since day one," y/n continued, her hands working, her voice getting sharper. "ever since you moved in with me and daniela. you always looked like you were somewhere else. like being around us was... beneath you. or painful. i couldn’t tell which."

"i never meant—"

"then what did you mean?" y/n’s voice cracked, raw and fed-up. "because you cuffed us together, manon. you set us on this whole fucked-up path, and then spent the entire time acting like you hated me for being there."

manon didn’t respond right away. just stared down at her lap, breath shallow, jaw clenched. her shoulder trembled beneath y/n’s hands, and y/n didn’t know if it was from pain or guilt or both.

"i didn’t hate you," manon finally said. quiet. like she wasn’t sure she was allowed to say it out loud.

"could’ve fooled me," y/n muttered. she grabbed fresh gauze and started wrapping it, faster now. the adrenaline had nowhere to go but her fingers and her voice.

y/n wrapped the gauze tight, tying it off with fingers that still trembled from adrenaline. outside, the rain slammed against the windows, a constant drumbeat. the sirens were fainter now, but not gone. they wouldn't be gone for a long time. when she was done, she stayed where she was: perched on the side of the bed staring at the bloody scraps of gauze littering the bed, looking anywhere but at manon’s body. now wasn’t the time.

"you know what?" she muttered. "forget it."

she moved like she was about to get up, to put space between them, but manon caught her wrist. not rough. not hard. just enough to make her freeze.

"wait," manon said. her voice was raw, splintering at the edges.

y/n slowly turned back around. unlike the cold metal of the cuffs which once kept her tethered, now it was manon’s warm, soft hand. she squeezed firmly as if reaching for something tangible, trying to gently tug her back. manon stared back at her with the same deep brown eyes that once had her blood running cold. hard, tantalizing. closed windows that were jammed shut and locked with a long forgotten key, guarding her soul from being laid bare before another person. she looked back at y/n in that moment with a peculiar emotion fluttering across her face. she was pleading.

 "you deserve the truth."

of all the things y/n expected her to say, that was the least of them. she settles back down, perching herself on the edge of the bed beside manon’s resting frame. 

"why now?" y/n asked, voice low. not angry, not forgiving– just tired and confused.

manon didn’t answer right away. her eyes traced y/n’s face, slow and unguarded, like she was memorizing her. like she was looking for a reason not to say whatever was on her mind. y/n’s eyes stared back at her in a silent dare. manon sucked in a shaky breath, like dragging the words out of herself was going to kill her.

“at this point, what else do i have to lose?”

and she meant it. wholeheartedly. manon grimaced slightly when she shifted, the gauze doing little to numb the pain in her shoulder. despite her previous sarcasm, she knew she was lucky that the bullet had went straight through. she hums after a moment when she knows she has y/n’s full attention, mulling over her thoughts, silently searching for the right words. and then, she sighs.

"i used to be normal," she said, barely above the rain hammering the windows. "before all this."

y/n’s eyes snapped up to her face. no walls. no lies. just manon, stripped down to the bone.

"i was a private investigator. boring cases. missing persons. cheaters. nothing that mattered." her lips twisted, bitter. "i had a sister. she reminded me of daniela. stubborn. loud. good."

y/n said nothing. just listened, holding herself still. the very mention of the latina’s name had a pang of longing striking through her. she missed her best friend. for all she knew, daniela could be locked up in a cell right now as they talked– being probed and pressed for answers about a crime she had nothing to do with. some part of y/n couldn’t help but feel guilty for leaving her behind. she shakes her head, ridding herself of her thoughts. right now, what mattered was manon. she focuses her attention on the girl, the way her eyes glaze over as if reminiscing on memories only she was privy to. 

"then she got sick," manon continued, the words dragging out of her like glass. she swallowed. "something rare. a neurodegenerative disease. incurable. i was watching it all play out, you know? it started small. she started forgetting little things. the time, birthdays. and then things got bad.” 

manon shook her head, biting back whatever bile she could feel rising in the back of her throat. y/n could only watch, awed. she’d never been able to get so much as a single sentence out of the tall girl, never been able to detect a minute emotion in her voice when they’d talked. the tides had shifted.

manon continues. “then geffen corp came along. said they had a solution. a trial." a hollow laugh slipped from her mouth. "we were desperate. we believed them."

she swallowed hard. her shoulders sagged like the weight of it all was finally catching up to her.

"they used her," she said. "ran experiments on her until there was nothing left to save. killed her and called it natural causes."

y/n’s stomach twisted. she didn’t even realize she’d reached out until her fingers grazed manon’s knee and offered a comforting squeeze. if the girl was bothered by her contact, she didn’t show it– too caught up in her own thoughts.

"i dug until i found her file," manon whispered. "she’s on that usb. proof of what they did. her and dozens of others."

the rain battered the motel harder, but neither of them moved.

"after she died, my dad fell apart. i almost did too. and that’s when the others found me. the ones trying to bring geffen down. they needed someone who could get close without raising alarms. someone who already had nothing left to lose."

y/n thought about the way manon always moved. always ready to run. it made brutal sense now.

"it was supposed to be simple. find the proof. expose them. but the ceo ended up dead. and suddenly i wasn’t just an investigator anymore. i was an accomplice. a fugitive."

manon’s voice cracked on the last word, breaking something open between them.

"sunghoon..." she breathed his name like a wound. "we worked together. he was my friend. he didn’t deserve any of this. i dragged him into it. and now he’s gone."

the guilt in her voice was a living, bleeding thing.  manon’s eyes fluttered shut, like the fight had finally drained out of her.

y/n squeezed her knee tighter. just once. just enough to say i hear you. i’m still here. nonetheless, her next question falls from her lips before she can stop it.

“and… daniela? how does she fit into all of this?”

manon’s face twisted, guilt flashing sharp across her features.

"she found out what her parents were funding," manon said after a moment. "geffen corp. they’re one of the biggest private backers. they keep the experiments running. the labs. everything."

y/n stared at her, stunned. she couldn’t make the words fit. daniela—her best friend, the girl who'd once called her family her 'biggest embarrassment' with a crooked grin—was tied to this nightmare by blood?

"she overheard her father talking about it," manon continued. "plans to expand the trials. to go public. to scale it all up. it made her sick. she couldn’t pretend she didn’t know."

"so they—?"

"they cut her off," manon said simply. "froze her out. tried to threaten her into silence."

y/n blinked, the memory slotting into place. y/n’s throat closed up. she remembered how heartbroken daniela seemed after her parents came up from atlanta. remembered the sad, disturbed, defeated look on her face when she walked back into the apartment after they left. the way she laughed bitterly, excused being cut off as being a byproduct of her dropping out of uni. it was the perfect cover up. the perfect lie. the calls home had stopped. she'd started avoiding any talk about her family at all. guilt gnawed at y/n’s ribs. why didn’t she just tell her?

"we met by accident," manon said eventually, her voice low, almost lost beneath the rain hammering the windows. "coincidence. bad timing. whatever you want to call it."

y/n stayed silent, letting the words settle, each one carving deeper into the hollow space inside her.

"but she didn’t hesitate," manon continued, a fierce edge to her voice. "when she found out what geffen was doing, she chose to fight. i didn’t force her into anything."

she shifted slightly, grimacing at the pull of her wound, but pushed through.

"she even let me crash at your apartment," manon said, almost bitter. "until i could get in contact with my people. it wasn’t supposed to be permanent. just a stopgap. but... i guess that doesn’t matter now."

outside, the sign across the street sputtered and buzzed in the storm, casting a sickly red light through the fogged windows. it painted manon’s face in flickering shades of pink and crimson, like a wound that refused to heal.

"she’s a good person," manon said, her voice cracking for the first time, so raw that y/n felt it in her own chest. "better than me."

for a moment, neither of them moved. neither of them breathed. then, almost too quietly to hear, manon whispered, "i’m sorry."

and for the first time, y/n believed her.

…

hours later, the rain still hadn’t stopped. the motel room felt smaller now, like the walls had inched closer while they slept—or tried to. manon was a faint shape in the dark, her breathing shallow but even. y/n wasn’t quite sure when she moved to sit beside her, back pressed against the headboard, knees pulled up just enough to rest her arms on them.

it was almost ironic, how the tables had turned. just a night before, their roles were reversed: y/n curled on top of stiff sheets, half-safe in uneasy dreams, while manon sat alert beside her, quiet and tense and ready to spring at the first hint of trouble. now it was y/n’s turn to watch. to wait. to think. she hadn’t looked away from the window in over an hour. the city beyond was a wet, shimmering blur. she couldn’t bring herself to.

until she did.

her eyes drifted slowly down toward manon.

her chest rose and fell with the rhythm of exhaustion, deep and slow. her lips parted slightly, relaxed in a way y/n had never seen before. the hard edges that had defined her—jagged words, clenched fists, narrowed eyes—had softened in sleep. her brow was smooth. her shoulders slack. the storm outside didn’t touch her here. at least for now.

y/n let her gaze linger longer than she used to allow herself. back before she knew the truth, any stolen glance at manon had always come with a sharp edge of guilt. how could she look at someone like that—someone who might’ve had blood on their hands? who wore secrets like armor and moved like they were always one step from disappearing? it had felt wrong. indulgent. dangerous.

but now… now she knew. manon wasn’t a villain. she wasn’t even a soldier. she was a girl. a sister. a survivor with too much grief under her skin and too many ghosts at her back, doing everything she could not to fall apart.

and god, she was beautiful.

not just in the way that made y/n’s stomach flip when manon met her eyes. not just in the slant of her cheekbones or the way her hair curled damp against her neck. but in the quiet of her. in the strength she carried without asking anyone to notice.

y/n didn’t feel nervous admitting that anymore. not even to herself. she looked at manon now, and all she felt was awe. she didn’t reach out. didn’t touch. just sat there, watching her breathe. memorizing her while she could. because when morning came, they’d have to move. 

a soft sound broke the stillness. a quiet breath. y/n didn’t bother to tear her eyes away when she noticed manon stirring, her body moving sluggishly beneath the thin blanket. she winced as she sat up, one hand ghosting toward her bandaged shoulder, but she caught herself before touching it directly. her eyes found y/n in the dark. still bleary with sleep, still rimmed with exhaustion—but alert, even now.

"you okay?" manon asked, voice rough, barely more than a whisper.

y/n almost laughed. not because it was funny—nothing about tonight was funny—but because of the sheer absurdity of the question. you’re the one who got shot, she wanted to say. you’re the one bleeding and stitched together with gauze.

but manon was watching her, waiting, in that careful way she had, like she already expected the worst. so, y/n just nodded. slow. certain.

"yeah," she said. and for the first time since everything went to hell, she meant it.

she had come to terms with it—the blood, the betrayals, the secrets. the weight of what they had to do. it was all still there, heavy in her chest, but it didn’t crush her like it had before. she could breathe under it now. she could carry it.

manon’s shoulders relaxed a fraction, as if that one word had let some invisible tension unwind inside her. gingerly, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, hissing through her teeth as she moved. y/n watched as manon reached for the canvas bag at their feet, fingers clumsy but determined. she fished out the spare hoodie sunghoon had packed alongside the medical supplies—a dark gray thing, worn soft from use.

manon shrugged it carefully over her head, biting back another grimace when the fabric brushed her wound. it was too big on her, the sleeves hanging over her hands, but it swallowed the bloodstains and sharp angles of her body, made her look smaller somehow. softer, despite everything. she sat there for a moment, letting the hoodie settle against her skin, then looked over at y/n again. there was still steel in her eyes—there always would be—but something had eased. just a little. the edges weren’t as sharp as they’d been before. 

"you didn’t sleep," manon said. not a question, but a statement: a quiet observation.

y/n shrugged. "didn’t want to miss your snoring."

the smallest flicker of a smile ghosted across manon’s lips, so fast it was gone in a blink. she rubbed at her face with the sleeve of sunghoon’s hoodie, then leaned back against the headboard besides y/n with a groan that sounded like it came from somewhere deep in her bones. they sat shoulder to shoulder now, so close to each other that y/n could see the exhaustion settling into her again. only this time, she wasn’t trying to hide it. 

"we should talk," manon said after a beat, staring up at the cracked ceiling. "we still have the usb."

"i know." y/n nodded, her throat tight.

manon hesitated then, her fingers curling into the too-long sleeves of the hoodie. she glanced down at her hands, then back toward the window. her voice, when it came again, was quieter. not fragile—but careful.

"we could disappear."

y/n blinked, caught off guard by the simplicity of the statement. 

"just... walk away?" y/n asked.

manon nodded slowly. "find daniela. get out of the city. maybe farther than that. different names. different lives. no more running. just... quiet."

the silence between them thickened.

y/n didn’t respond right away. she couldn’t. because her brain was still trying to wrap itself around what was actually being said here. manon wasn’t just talking about safety. she was talking about future. about them, in a way she never had before.

"why are you saying this now?" y/n asked, her voice softer than she intended.

manon looked over at her again. and this time, she didn’t look away.

"because for the first time in a long time, i’m not sure what i’m fighting for anymore," she said. "everyone’s gone. sunghoon. my sister. anyone else who gives a damn about the truth. it’s just us now."

y/n swallowed hard, a sharp ache blooming in her chest. manon wasn’t saying she wanted a life with her—not exactly. but she was saying something else. something quieter. something braver. what if there was more than this? more than blood and running and grief? and the fact that it was manon asking—manon of all people—that meant something.

y/n wasn’t sure what thoughts manon had simmered in during sleep, what corners of herself she’d made peace with after the confessions she’d laid bare hours earlier. but this—this—wasn’t what she expected. not in the slightest.

and yet, despite everything, she found herself wanting to say yes.

she thought—fleetingly, foolishly—about what their lives might have looked like in a different world. a quieter one. maybe they would’ve met by accident in a bookstore or a train station. maybe they’d be friends. maybe more. a soft flush crept across her cheeks before she could stop it. the idea felt ridiculous, impossible—and still, it clung to her.

if manon had asked her this a week ago, the answer would’ve been easy. a hard no. but now... with the truth out in the open, with y/n looking into her eyes and seeing not a threat but a person—a wounded, trying, terrified person—that answer didn’t come so quickly.

she watched the clench of manon’s jaw, the tight set of her shoulders, the way she held herself like someone already bracing for rejection. and for a moment, y/n wanted to give in—just to ease that tension, to offer manon one thing that didn’t hurt.

but she couldn’t. not like this.

so instead, she frowned. shook her head.

"but if we walk away... what happens to the people they hurt? what happens to your sister?"

she saw it then—the way manon’s mouth tightened, the flicker in her eyes that looked too much like shame. her gaze dropped, and she bit the inside of her cheek like the words had hit harder than they should’ve.

"i don’t know," manon said, barely above a whisper. "i just… wanted to know if you’d come with me."

y/n’s breath caught.

"and then what?" she asked, voice soft.

"then nothing," manon replied, gaze sliding away like she couldn’t stand to be looked at. her voice stayed steady, but it was thinner now—emptier. "no more hiding. no more ghosts. we burn the usb, and we move on."

the space between them shifted—tightened—like the air itself had drawn closer.

this wasn’t logistics. it wasn’t about options. this was manon reaching across the distance between them, the only way she knew how. not with warmth. not with hope. just with the barest, trembling thread of want.

y/n stared at her. for a long moment, she didn’t speak. didn’t move. because she could see it now—the truth behind the cold: manon was asking her a question she didn’t know how to say aloud.

would you stay? if there was nothing left but me?

and suddenly, none of this felt hypothetical anymore.

 just… stay. 

“i’m here,” y/n said, her voice steady now. manon turned to look at her, eyes dark and searching, as if trying to catch the truth between the syllables. y/n held her gaze, then added, quieter this time, “but we both know we can’t run from this. hell, i have a family back home. responsibilities. we can finish this—expose them—and maybe then, we get to try for something close to normal. don’t you think your sister would’ve wanted that?”

the silence that followed wasn’t surprise. it was confirmation.

y/n felt it the moment the words landed. not like a blow—but like a door quietly closing.

manon didn’t argue. didn’t flinch. didn’t let anything break across her face except for the faintest shift in her expression, so subtle it was almost nothing. a blink too slow. a breath held too long. but it was there.

wrong answer.

she didn’t nod right away. instead, she looked past y/n, toward the window, where the rain still clung in rivulets. and when she finally did nod, it was slow. deliberate. like someone accepting terms they hadn’t agreed to.

something in her seemed to dim—not collapse, but retreat. she folded the moment up like a letter she’d never send, then tucked it away where y/n couldn’t follow.

still, she didn’t push. didn’t press. only a quiet exhale left her lips, a sigh that sounded more like surrender than agreement.

after a long beat, manon looked back at her. the weight of the night—of all their shared confessions—settled again across her shoulders like a coat she’d never be able to shrug off.

and then, with a quietness that wasn’t defeat but something far more practiced, she said:

“then here’s what we do.”

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[sillymommy6969]

.𖥔 ݁ ݁ ˖ 𝕺LD & LOVING YOU ᝰ! M.B.

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ synopsis: manon is the eldest member of katseye and an old soul at heart, she appreciates a lot of the smaller things in life. she can be very chaotic, especially around her roommate--but eyekons have noticed she seems to soften when she’s around you, almost like she can already picture the rocking chairs and dusty photo albums

warnings: none, fluffy moments, yt video format (ver. 2.0)

MANZN/N BEING AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE HITTING THEIR 50th ANNIVERSARY (tw: WUHLUHWUHS)

103.2k likes | 910k views | 18th Jan, 25

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip one: [ VLOG ] Yoonchae’s Graduation (0:36)

Much to Sophia and Lara’s dismay, you and Manon—the two most tone deaf members when it came to the kitchen—were tasked with preparing the food. Neither of you knew a thing about anything related to food, so you were sure this was going to be entertaining for the fans.

“Manz, can you help me tighten this?” you asked, spinning around to peek at her over your shoulder. You flashed her the cutest look you could, your eyes wide and lips pursed.

“Not the puppy dog eyes, I’m not a monster, a ‘please’ would’ve worked.” She rolled her eyes with a cheeky smile, but took a step closer anyway. She wrapped the straps around your waist snugly, tying the end into a neat bow before patting you on the ass briefly. “There we go.”

[ getting some real old married couple energy from this ngl ]

The two of you read the instructions aloud, Manon’s sharp eyebrows furrowing as she hovered over your shoulder. The two of you stood oddly close together, despite the kitchen being rather spacious and aerodynamic.

[ these wuhluhwuhs can’t stand two seconds apart ^^ ]

“Wait, Manzanita, we need to oil the seaweed before we roll it up,” you called, watching as she halted her actions of rolling the gimbap up. She shot you a look, wordlessly pleading for help as you chuckled at her expression. You cleaned your hand of the teriyaki sauce you were coating spam masubis in, bumping her with your hip gently to nudge her away.

She watched your hand work the rice and seaweed swiftly, your fingers a line of oil across the sheet before rolling it up. The camera angle switched, to one closer to your faces.

Manon’s eyes could be seen darting between your fingers and your focused gaze, then down to your lip, tucked between your teeth as you carefully cut the gimbap into slices. The subtle gesture didn’t slip past the fans’ sharp eyes, the moment being famously known on tiktok as the moment she earned herself the nickname, “Meret ‘Marry Me Eyes’ Manon”.

You organized them neatly. “Okay, how does this look?”

She smiled, her cat eyes softening as she nodded. “They look amazing. I can already imagine Yoonchae’s precious little face beaming at us, she loves this stuff.”

[ need domestic manzn/n injected into my veins right neow ]

Eventually, Sophia, Daniela and Lara would pop in after finishing up with the rest of the decoration. As Daniela pestered you for the cookie dough you were spreading them across a baking sheet, Manon, in a chef hat Lara sets on her head, came to help usher Daniela away with a long wooden spoon. Sophia sneaked a gimbap into her mouth, urging for Lara to come join her as the Ghanaian woman did her best to clear the room for you to finish up.

[ it’s like watching parents trying to cook with their kids :,( ]

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip two: [ WEVERSE LIVE ] n/nzini Kickback (50:17)

“What! I’m not the loudest—member,” Daniela yelled, catching her own voice level before burying her face into your shoulder as you laughed. You stroked her hair, “Aw, poor Dani. Hey, the good thing is, I always get a heads up before you come into my room ‘cuz I can hear you down the hall.”

She slapped you in the arm, letting out a dragged whine. “That’s so mean! I’m not even that loud.”

“Lying’s a bad habit, kids, don’t learn from megaphone over here.” you pointed at her, chuckling at the harsh thrashing of her raised feet against your back. The two of you were sat sprawled on the floor of your practice room, the two of you came in to learn some tiktok moves for PR day tomorrow. You decided to stream the last couple dances to your fans for fun, now, the two of you decided sit and take a break.

user01 y/n’s so sassy she always serves cunt and insults you

user02 she’s turning into a mini manon w the comebacks

user03 damn she won’t let my girl dani breathe

“I’m not even the loudest one in the house, Manon always fucking screams your name for no reason.” Daniela whined, but the judgemental look you shot her immediately made her realize the words that came out of her mouth.

She squealed, leaning off frame as you eyed the camera with a dropped jaw. “No, not like that! Oh my—I meant, she’ll call for you like a million times even if you just leave for the bathroom.”

“Okay, I’ll give it to you. She does do that.” you teased.

“I’m telling you guys, she’s like one of those parrots that repeat singular words, but it’s just Manon chirping y/n’s name every couple seconds,” Daniela giggled, “She’s such a drama queen, like she acts like she’s dying when y/n leaves the room.”

user04 she’s so real for that though like

user05 manon is me. i am manon.

user06 no cuz i would also want to be around y/n all the time

“Oh my God, the first time we went to the Philippines to visit Sophia’s family, we had to double up to share rooms,” Daniela began, “So we were going with our roommates, like, the ones we already have in the dorm, so Manon and I were together, it was Sophia and Yoonchae, and then Megan and y/n bunking together with Lara on the floor, but then Manon threw this huge hissy fit and like got on her knees and begged me and Megan to let me and y/n switch.”

“It was actually really dramatic ‘cuz I was in the room right next door,” you added, “Don’t worry, guys, I made it up to Dani with a big tub of Ben ‘n Jerry’s ice cream.”

“Totally worth the ten nights of Megan snoring, ‘cuz it was cookie dough flavoured.” Daniela sighed, looking up, as if imagining the tub in her hands again. “Anyway, we got home and she would have a clothing rack in between our beds and y/n would be forced to sleepover for the next five nights before she was allowed back to her own room.”

You groaned, “Oh my God, I twisted my spine permanently.”

“Yeah, well, at least Ms. Drama Queen was happy. She’s quiet and not Sophia’s problem when she’s happy, so Sophia always uses y/n as a scapegoat when she doesn’t feel like dealing with Manz’s theatrics.” Daniela snorted.

“Yeah, well, whatever makes my queen happy.”

user07 MY QUEEN?? Y/N YOU’RE DRIVING ME INSANE???

user08 it’s pulsing her name in morse code

user09 This made my hole weak-I mean my whole week

user10 manon trained her girl well

[ SHES SO UGH I NEED HER I NEED HER I- *gunshots* ]

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip three: [ iHEARTRADIO ] Katseye’s Feature

“So y/n, your motorcycle photo shoot with Teen Vogue last week. I saw you did a shoot with Yeonjun from TXT, and the internet has been going insane for you lately!” The host said in a teasing manner, the other girls joined in, letting out ‘oohs’ and muffled whistles at the mention of your shoot.

There was a particular photo from the shoot that went viral:

You were both posed around a motorcycle, you stood in front, leant against the bike. You were told to pretend you were putting on the fingerless leather gloves, toned torso exposed with a belly chain across your waist. In a sheer black top that just hugged your chest and saggy silver track pants that had a mercury textured look to it on. You had a motorcycle helmet on, your alluring eyes seen through the flipped visor. Yeonjun was in the back, dressed in his own outfit, leaning over the seat was shooting the camera his signature cat-eyed glare.

“That photo shoot was really good, but I had my dad sending me screenshots of it on Teen Vogue’s magazine,” you joked, “He saw us on the cover, he got every copy at that store.”

“It was so cute though! You showed me the selfie he sent you, he was holding the magazine up and he had the biggest, most innocent, smile I have ever seen but next to him were you and Yeonjun half naked posing. It was adorable.” Sophia added.

“Yeah, he’s very proud. I’m pretty sure that picture’s on my family fridge right now,” you hid your face behind your hands, “My parents just have a photo of me and Yeonjun on our fridge, my cousins tell me they always see it when they come over for holidays. It’s super funny.”

“Yeah, fans loved seeing the alternative style on you-”

[ such an understatement that shoot changed lives ]

“-It’s pretty different from Katseye’s aesthetic,” the host then asked, “you say it’s more similar to your personal style, or do you prefer a softer look?”

“I actually really enjoyed the looks we got for that photoshoot. Yeonjun and I were asked to represent HYBE in that magazine edition, it was like some idol catalogue they did for every company.” You hummed, “They had us do like a random draw of which company got which concept and Yeonjun’s lucky hand drew the biker one. I feel like Lara and I have similar taste in fashion, and this was definitely up my alley. I got to borrow some accessories, and I had a lot of fun with Yeonjun.”

The host nodded, chuckling. “Who did you borrow from?”

The girls all collectively glanced over to Manon, who already had a tongue poking on the inside of her cheek. The host raised an eyebrow, “What did you lend her, Manon?”

[ THE ICONIC CHAIN BRO THIS WAS A MONUMENTAL MOMENT FOR EYEKONVILLE WHEN IT DROPPED ]

“My belly chain. I remember her coming and asking me for it, I popped open my collection and gave her my favourite. For luck.” She shrugged, “Never take a bad photo with it on.”

“And y/n delivered, not ‘cuz of the chain,” Daniela teased.

“Thanks to Manon, I got a lot of praise for the shoot, so… I owe it to her for that good luck rubbing off a little on me.”

“Just so ya’ll know, those pictures are also hung up on our fridge in the dorm,” Lara added, “So, yes, I do have a half-naked y/n judging me when I come get food the thousandth time in the same day.”

“I got a personally signed copy right above my bed,” Manon said, “I kiss it goodnight every night before I sleep.”

“Yeah, right before you kidnap the real thing and kiss her goodnight,” Megan scoffed, earning a laugh from the room.

[ wish i had a half-naked y/n hung above my bed :,( ]

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip four: [ VLOG ] Touch - Behind the Scenes (04:16)

“I like the wardrobe we got for this music video. I’ve been in so many fits I wanna just bag up and take home so far,” Manon told the camera, tinkering with her hair in her reflection in the lens. “This one is by far my favourite for sure.”

She was in a denim dress, her goddess braids done up in a high pony, a stellar tiara necklace dangling around her neck.

On came you, in a denim tube top and black leather skirt with buckles around it. You were wearing a white button-up, your outfit underneath, awaiting to be shown. Megan and Yoonchae were guided back to hair and makeup to freshen up from the last scene, and the studio was growing chilly. You grabbed the nearest outerwear you could, landing you a dress shirt.

“Hey, I was looking for you,” you chimed.

Manon tilted her head, “Why, am I supposed to be somewhere? Oh sh—crap, am I in trouble?”

You chuckled, “No, no, you’re not in trouble. Yoonchae brought the instant camera, I wanted to get a picture with you.”

“Well, I’m chilling with the eyekons right now,” she pointed at the camera, looking between you and the lens. “You should come chat, we can take a lot of photos later.”

“But you look so good right now, I want it to last forever,” you pouted, “And a photo lets me remember it forever.”

Manon smirked, “Oh, yeah? What about this outfit you got on, hm?” She tugged at the collar of the dress shirt, fumbling with the buttons. “I mean, I love the outfit you had on before, but woof, this is giving like sexy office siren, y’know?”

She smoothed out the creases in the shirt, wolf-whistling.

[ you walk into a y/n’s number one fangirl competition and you see manon bannerman (you’re cooked) ]

You chuckled, “I got cold, they have the air conditioning cranked on full blast in there, I was gonna turn purple if I didn’t put something else on.”

“Oh my God, you should’ve said that earlier,” Manon sighed dramatically, “They have that rack of really furry pimp jackets somewhere in wardrobe, we could’ve gotten one for you.”

“This does the job, plus I was going for that ‘sexy office siren’ aesthetic.” You pouted, winking at the camera before blowing them a kiss. Manon shot you a faux look of disapproval before hooking an arm around you.

“At least button it up properly, so you’re warm.”

She began doing the buttons up on your shirt, you went to protest, but she was quick to silenced your complaints.

“That’s much better now, isn’t it?” She chuckled, watching you shoo the camera a pout at the shirt buttoned straight up to your neck. “Honestly I prefer you like this.”

[ okay ms. over-protective gatekeep her then… ]

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip five: [ WEVERSE LIVE ] n/nfiz Cooking (23:18)

“No, please step away from the pot, y/n.” Sophia scolded sternly. You pressed your lips together, taking a step back with your hands held up. “You almost set that on fire.”

“It’s liquid, how would I set that on fire?” you bit back.

user01 sophia going into mom mode is so real

user02 sophia’s getting flashbacks from that time y/n and kara tried baking on live at 3am and set the fire alarm off

user03 aww baby’s first fire <33

The door could be heard slamming faintly in the back of the live, both of your heads shot up to glance over at the doorway leading to the living room in hopes of catching a glimpse of who walked onto the foyer.

When neither of you could see, Sophia turned to you.

“Dani’s not gonna be home till tomorrow, right? She’s staying with Lara and Rhea tonight?” she asked.

You nodded, “Yeah, I think it might be Manz.”

Sophia looked back over to the doorway, her hand still stirring the pot. “Manon?” she called out, “Is that you, Manon?”

Both of you paused to listen in, when there was no response, you called out, “Manza?”

“Yeah?” Manon’s figure suddenly popped through the doorway. Sophia groaned, flashing her the stink eye. “Really? You’re not gonna answer my two calls, but y/n says your name once and you’ll immediately get summoned?”

user04 only answering to her wife come on now

user05 i just know manon keeps that girl on a leash

user06 MANON YOURE NOT SLICK BRO

“Yeah, you’ll probably yell at me for something, y/n’s so sweet and nice, she’d never yell at me.” Manon came onscreen, noticing the livestream setup. She waved to the camera, her arms hooking around your neck as your hand finds her waist. She pressed her cheek against yours, grabbing a piece of your dinner and putting it in her mouth.

“Do you guys see what I deal with everyday?”

[ those are my parents fr--happy 1 year of manzn/n content! ]

[lascvitae]

⌗ . ᵎᵎ ⸝⸝ be my baby .ᐟ ೀ

synopsis. after y/n’s school crush has a nasty break up and randomly likes her pictures on instagram, y/n finally gets the confidence to ask her to prom. little did she know, she would be the perfect decoy for sophia’s plan to get back at her (ex) boyfriend. until sophia began to feel things for the girl.

pairing. sophia laforteza x fem!reader

genre. smau, fluff, angst, crack, high school!au.

warnings. profanity, dark humor, underage drinking, smoking, katseye as popular girls, sophia is lowkey mean at first, suggestive themes/jokes, friendly bullying, use of aave, ignore the times on tweets, hair colors etc. in photos aren’t important.

feat. all of katseye, minju of illit, giselle of aespa, hanni of new jeans, heeseung & jungwon of enhypen, jooyeon of xdinary heroes (+ more!!)

status. coming soon.

PROFILES.

hot nerds. | katdashians.

CHAPTERS.

000.

sold prom tickets (open) — @saysirhc @1luvkarina @fruityg0rl @sunshinez4 @wtfisthisnoclueman @falling-intoo-deep @meganskiendielsbtc @rdfgfv @rosiehrs @haerinkisser @yazzyminny @jaythegirlkisser @yeetaberry127 @kristalag @aedollie @peanutbutterlover05 @linnnsworld @firstclassjaylee @sixflame438 @peranoo @gtfoiydlyj @syronns @enhamonsterghoul @ccchuro

[cinnamanz]

— ִ ࣪✮🕷✮⋆˙ DARLING, I .ᐟ ·˚ ༘ MANON BANNERMAN

when new york city’s widely-known spider-woman's life becomes unknowingly entwined with a member of the rising global girl group katseye, she learns that juggling superhero duties, university, and a sudden crush may or may not just be the downfall of her. but hey, at least she's helping people, right?

tags .ᐟ smau, crack, fluff, idol x superhero, unserious awkward losers, coarse language, suggestive themes, university! au, horrible jokes

featuring .ᐟ katseye, itzy, skz, le sserafim.

pairing .ᐟ manon bannerman x reader.

status .ᐟ completed— 5 jan 25.

notes .ᐟ this smau was made for fun and entertainment. it is not an actual portrayal of the people mentioned in this smau, nor are the photos used to portray y/n. also let's just say that some kpop groups are currently living in nyc. IGNORE THE TIMESTAMPS. divider creds: @/adornedwithlight.

PROFILES!

nightmare blunt rotation brainrotted fine shyts brainrotted fine shyts 2.5

01. YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBOURHOOD SPIDER-WOMAN!

02. TOO LIT!

03. CAKE!

04. SWEET MOTHER OF CHRIST!

05. WEDGIES IN A SPANDEX!

06. MAMA A MINION GIRL BEHIND YOU!

07. FREAKY N PROUD!

08. WUH LUH WUH?

09. LOST IN TRANSLATION!

10. STALKER!

11. IT'S A DATE!

12. SICK N TIRED!

13. BOOTS R QUAKING!

14. SO ANXIOUS!

15. AND THE CROWD IS CONFUSED?

16. CANDIDS!

17. NEW YEAR, NEW ME!

18. NEW YEAR, NEW FRUSTRATIONS!

19. FEMALE DJS DO IT BEST!

20. JENNIFER!

21. LAST STRAW!

22. BLOCKED!

23. THIS POST HAS BEEN DELETED!

24. SO COOKED!

25. WHAT DOES IT #MEAN?

26. HEIROGILGER AHH TEXT!

27. QUEEN NEVER CRY!

28. THE TYPE OF GREED THEY TALK ABOUT IN THE BIBLE!

29. EYES ON ME!

30. FINALLY!

31. ONE HELL OF A DATE!

32. HALLELUJAH!

33. TOO GAY TO FUNCTION!

34. EMBARRASSING!

35. BLOCKED PT. 2!

36. THREE WEEKS!

37. SPIDER-WOMAN!

38. APOLOGY GIFT!

39. SALUTATIONS BEAUTIFUL!

40. IDGAF WAR!

41. APOLOGY GIFT PT. 2!

42. BLOCKED PT. 3!

43. SO HELP ME GOD!

44. OH SHIT!

45. LIFE OR DEATH!

46. STUPIDITY!

47. LIZARD THING LIVESTREAM!

48. MOVIE DATE!

49. WOMAN ON A MISSION!

50. SUSPICIONS!

51. GO HOME!

52. THE END!

bonus! incorrect quotes n text messages.

™ CINNAMANZ 2024

— please do not repost, copy, translate, or take from my work in any way without permission. thank you! xx

[yvesismywife]

IWH2BMX ᝰ.ᐟ DANIELA AVANZINI

synopsis

y/n l/n, the 4th member of the rnb girl group flo, is notorious for her very noticeable lack of pr training. once she goes through a very public breakup, her pr team finally decided it was time to control her online presence. daniela avanzini, the main dancer of the girl group katseye, found her reputation getting caught in the cross fire of her band mate’s blunt personality. so when both groups are caught at the same party, management gets a not so great idea.

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tags smau, crack, fluff, (semi) love-hate relationship, coarse language, suggestive themes, celebrity!au, sexual jokes, poor humour, (semi) toxic relationships, angst…maybe.

featuring flo, katseye, lizeth selene, possibly others

pairing daniela avanzini x black female reader.

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notes did i make this in hopes of a flo x katseye collab?? well, yes. also imagine that there’s a 4th member in the pictures of flo lol. this was made for fun and entertainment and is not an actual portrayal of the people mentioned. i’m not sure if i want flo to be based in california or keep them in the uk, so for right now they are doing press in america 😭. there is no set face claim for yn. also this is my first time making a smau, so if it’s bad, tell me 🙏

profiles the children of the destiny’s | new crazy

put a finger down

cool and collected

not to point fingers

hater syndrome

that’s bae right thurr

i am a strong woman

where baddies unite

mommy manager

not my type

kitty group

you’re buying

mindless behaviour

gay awakening

hey avanzini

might be panicking

friends

the terrell show

officially (not)dating

come inside

monster high

besties

fighting through sza

out now on netflix

the girls are fighting

fake girlfriend

santa monica

…more in progress

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[silverlakee]

ATE NOW MEGAN GF HEADCANONS PLEEEEEEASE

megan skiendiel as your girlfriend head cannons!

wc:227

warnings: all the smut is at the bottom mdni

- here u go babyyyyy

gf!megan who loves when you watch her dance. she always wants to impress you with everything she does, and you love watching her dance ofc.

gf!megan who loves to subtly flirt with you. especially in front of other people. you call something pretty? she’s replying with “you’re pretty.” she just loves to flirt.

gf!megan who loves to go out with you. she loves being in public with you where everybody can see you together and know you’re her girlfriend.

gf!megan who’s favorite thing is to give you back hugs. no matter what you’re doing she’s coming up behind you and snaking her hands around your waist, pulling you into a hug.

gf!megan who’s constantly whispering in your ear the things she wants to do to you. things like “i can’t wait to get you home baby. i need to taste you.”

gf!megan who eats you out like she hasn’t eaten in weeks. if you try to close your legs around her head, she’s pushing them open with her hands and telling you “to just give her one more”. she’s not done until you’ve cum at least 3 times.

gf!megan who likes to use toys with you. you want her to fuck you with a strap? she will. you want her to use a vibrator on you? absolutely. she’s down for anything as long as you’re feeling good.

[overadores]

⋆˙⟡ must be love.

⋆˙⟡ pairing: manon bannerman x 7th!member reader ⋆˙⟡ about: it’s supposed to be a simple trip—just you, the snow, and a board beneath your feet, but then manon joins and suddenly, the air feels warmer. the silence feels louder. she says she wants to learn, but you’re starting to wonder who’s really teaching who. ⋆˙⟡ genre: fluff fluff fluff ⋆˙⟡ wc: 1.2k ⋆˙⟡ tune in: must be love by laufey ⋆˙⟡ a/n: as promised a fluff! not my best one tho, but i tried to make one T-T. I'll make another one cuz im not really satisfied with this. oh and i'll try to start on my smau hehe, and try to make a sabrina or jenna fic :D

It started with a Weverse post.

Just a photo of the chalet, half-covered in snow like powdered sugar dusted over gingerbread, with a lazy caption that barely hinted at anything: “Back home for a bit. Time to fall on my face snowboarding again ⛷️❄️”

Meant as a joke. Meant as a “don’t forget I exist” kind of thing.

I didn’t expect the flood of comments, or the stream of DMs from our fans. But most of all, I didn’t expect Manon to come knocking on my door five minutes later—literally, not metaphorically—still in her pajama pants, holding her phone like it had personally offended her.

“You didn’t think to invite me?” she said, pouting like I’d just eaten the last cookie.

I blinked at her, rubbing my eyes. “Invite you where?”

“Switzerland. Snow. Boards. You. What do you mean ‘where’?”

I laughed, thinking she was just teasing. But Manon wasn’t joking. She crossed her arms, stubborn. “You’re gonna teach me how to snowboard. That’s what’s happening. You promised once. You said if I ever came with you, you’d teach me.” “I’m dead serious,” she said. “You promised”

“I did?” I asked, still groggy.

She nodded, determined. “You did. On the tour bus. In Tokyo. You said if I ever came with you, you’d teach me how to snowboard.”

Of course she remembered. I vaguely did too. I probably said it in passing, like I always do when I’m too tired to filter myself. Still, I didn’t think she’d actually take me up on it.

But now she stood there with her bottom lip sticking out and her eyes all wide and serious and a duffle bag already packed behind her.

So I said yes.

The flight was quiet, save for the moments she kept humming the melody from one of our unreleased songs, except for the moment Manon fell asleep on my shoulder and drooled a little bit , but I didn’t mind. I kind of smiled to myself, tugged the blanket higher over her, and let her sleep. Switzerland in late winter was pure magic. The kind of cold that wakes you up without hurting. 

My family’s vacation home sat tucked away in the Swiss Alps like a secret. The house was warm with pine-scented candles and the fireplace my mom insisted on lighting even if it wasn’t that cold inside. My brothers dropped by to say hi, and Manon charmed them within minutes, laughing at their jokes, stealing bites of fondue, slipping into our little world so easily it almost hurt. I watched her make my older brother laugh until he cried. That was new.

She always had this way of doing that. Blending in, but somehow shining just a little brighter than everyone else.

We hit the slopes the next morning.

“Okay,” I said, strapping on my board and tightening my gloves. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

Manon looked up at me from where she was awkwardly trying to balance on her board, an innocent expression plastered across her face. “Not really, no. I mean, a little. I went skiing once. Does that count?”

“That’s not the same.”

“It’s slippery snow things. Same vibe.”

“Right.” I laughed. “This is going to be a disaster.”

It wasn’t, though. Or rather—it was, but in the best way.

Manon pretended to be clueless, but I caught her adjusting her stance just a little too well. And every time I gave her advice, she already seemed to know what I was going to say. She let herself fall a lot, though. Mostly into me.

“Oops,” she’d say, her laugh muffled against my jacket.

“You totally did that on purpose.”

“Nooo,” she’d drawl. “Never.”

But the way she looked up at me from the snow, grinning like a devil in a beanie, told me otherwise.

After a few hours and a lot of falling—real or otherwise—we collapsed near the edge of one of the quieter trails, just past a ridge where the snow dipped into soft rolling hills. The sky was blushing pink, the sun slow and syrupy as it slid behind the peaks. I pulled off my gloves, breath fogging in front of me, cheeks flushed.

Manon flopped beside me in the snow, still laughing from her last fall. “Okay,” she said, rolling onto her back. “You’re a good teacher.”

“Liar.”

“No, really. I only almost died three times. That’s a win.”

I chuckled and stretched out next to her, watching the sky change. Everything was quiet up there. No fans, no cameras, no pressure. Just cold air and the smell of pine and the sound of her breath beside mine.

She turned to me, her hair a mess of curls escaping her hat.

“You really love it here,” she said softly.

I nodded, squinting up at the sky. “It’s the only place that doesn’t feel loud. It’s quiet without being empty. You know?”

“Yeah,” she whispered. “I do.”

We were quiet again, the kind that feels full instead of empty. I watched the sun kiss the snow golden. Manon was watching me.

Then she said it.

Not loud. Not dramatic. Just—

“You’re really pretty when you’re not paying attention.”

I blinked. “Huh?”

She sat up fast, panic flashing across her face. “Wait, I didn’t— That came out weird. I just meant— You look…happy. Here. It’s nice. You’re nice.”

I laughed. “You’re rambling.”

“I know,” she groaned, flopping back down. “Ignore me. It’s the altitude.”

But then, quieter: “I think I might be in love with you.”

The words were soft. No drama. No buildup. Just a quiet, accidental slip. Like she’d said it a million times in her head and finally forgot to keep it there.

I sat up slowly. My breath caught. “Wait, what?”

Her eyes squeezed shut. “I didn’t mean to say that. I mean, I did, but not like this. I know we say ‘I love you’ a lot in the group, but I don’t mean it like that. I mean—”

A pause.

“—not in a friendly way. I love you, and I didn’t plan on telling you, but you looked like that and it just sort of happened.”

I stared at her. My heart was thudding like a drum line in my chest.

She was looking everywhere but at me now, cheeks red—but maybe from the cold, maybe from everything else. I sat up slowly, brushing snow from my coat.

“Manon.”

She groaned. “Don’t. It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. I’ll just—”

“I love you too,” I said finally.

Her head snapped up. She blinked. “Like—?”

“Like,” I added, shifting so I was facing her directly, “not in the group, we’re-besties kind of way. I think I’ve been trying not to think about it. Maybe I didn’t want to mess things up. Pretending it was something else. But it’s not. It’s you.”

Manon blinked. “Oh.”

For a beat, neither of us moved.

And then we were laughing again — breathless, snow-damp, joy bubbling up in our chests like we didn’t know where else to put it..

She leaned in, slowly, like she wasn’t sure if it was okay.

I met her halfway.

Our lips were cold, noses red, teeth clinking a little from nerves and cold. But it was still perfect. It was real.

Somewhere in the distance, the sky melted from pink to lavender. The stars were just starting to wake up.

Later, when we walked back to the chalet, Manon’s glove slipped into mine. 

We didn’t say much. 

We didn’t need to.

She leaned her head against my shoulder as we trudged through the snow.

And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel the need to post about it.

Some things, I think, are just for us.

[lara4eclipze]

— 𝓑reakin' dishes

— ( 🎻 ) I'm breakin' dishes up in here, all night (uh-huh) I ain't gon' stop until I see police lights (uh-huh) I'ma fight a man

meret manon x fem reader, jealousy, angst(?), fluff, mentions of men , party, swearing, protective!manon, loser!reader, wc [?], tags listed below

manon had been excited about this party for the longest time — she had everything planned out, what she would wear and how it would match what you'd wear too

it was the annual hybe anniversary party — all sorts of idols and staffs will be there which intimidated you, i mean not to be boastful or anything but your girlfriend is one of the most talented people ever which is why she'd probably not recognize the problem of you coming along

you are a very private person, barely posting on your socials nor making that many friends — you talk to 4 people max

"come on love, I'll be there! — and the rest of the girls" manon says convincing you as she applies her gloss, you have worn a black cocktail dress with pearl accessories which the ghanian also had to force you to wear

"plus look at you, you're the prettiest girl right now — and every day, i swear my love no one would judge you" the older compliments with that smug grin plastered on her face

"okay enough of you miss bannerman" you roll your eyes at manon due to her teasing — you both walk out of the apartment her hands on your waist as if you were gonna run off which made you internally laugh

during the drive, you felt the older woman's eyes glued on you, you smirk a bit because of how flustered she makes you over small things

manon is the epitome of obsession, even her members can testify to that, her wallpaper? you, her necklace? your initial, everything is you basically

the place was lively and loud to say the least, many famous faces were running around, dancing even singing — manon's eye immediately lit up with excitement which you found adorable

the party was amazing, you and manon had a great time, well until she got sweeped up by her friends, it was scary to you especially you didnt know anyone at all and not to mention you didnt even work under hybe

manon was busy talking to some friends and god you couldn't stop staring at her she looked so beautiful under the messy lights, her lips looked much more enticing especially when it was covered in liquor

"hey there pretty" you hear a man snicker behind you, despite your initial discomfort you decided to talk to him, he reeked of alcohol and he wasn't much of a looker neither

"hi" you shortly responded turning your attention back at your phone, but he was just getting closer by the second the next her hand was on your chair

"come on flash me a smile, don't be rude" his annoying remark well annoyed you, you wanted to push him off but it wouldn't be right since you barely knew this dude

his hands suddenly grasp your shoulder and you froze in spot, mainly out of fear and partly disgust, a man had this much audacity even when you have shown clear signs of dislike to him

"are you fucking mute or what bitch" the man sneers you wanted to run but you were unfortunately cornered and no one would look at where you were sitting

your hands started getting sweaty from fear as your heart thumped against your chest, the urge to scream was definitely there but you couldn't bring yourself to

"hey get the fuck off her, are you seriously cornering my girlfriend?" you hear manon speak behind the man pushing him off you as he falls you see a look of anger flashing in his eyes

manon was even more mad though, her stance indicated she was ready to fight if needed, her fists clenched and her eyes darken, "ill give you a chance to fucking leave or I'll get security to drag you out" manon mutters trying to relax

you look at manon, very grateful you had a strong girlfriend but scared that she might get hit by the dude, you walk up beside her holding her arms with yours

"let him be, let's go please" you silently plead to the older girl, afraid of the lengths she would go to for you, especially when she had seen how the guy disrespected you

manon scoffs, holding your wrist tightly as you two walk away, going near the rest of the kats, worry plastered all over their faces as they notice the oldest demeanor

at home the ghanian girl looked rather guilty, as she watches you get ready for bed — her eyes telling you just how bad she felt

"baby, are you alright?" you ask manon, sitting beside her as you trace circles on her arms a comforting gesture that had always calmed her down

"i just- I'm so annoyed with myself, I thought you were flirting with that dude earlier, that's why I stormed over" manon admits her eyes watery, as her lips pout out

"baby its alright, i understand i should've told him off when it started" you coo at her

"but still, i shouldn't be that easily jelous" manon frowns, "but its okay!, manon we all feel emotions — i understand how you felt now stop being mad at yourself" you respond

"and hey you defended me from that creep, okay? don't be harsh on yourself" you mutter taking the girls face in your hands kissing her cheeks till it was tinted pink

"i love youuu, please don't stop being jealous i find it quite hot" you whisper to the girl who cracks a smile at your declaration

"i swear i was gonna beat him up-" you cut off the older kissing her lips "okay maybe not that aggressive, love"

note : hi ppl sorry for lack of updates life has js been hectic for me :((, anyways love u alll!!!

[zznblr]

exes and ohs 𐙚 c.yj

ʚ♡⃛ɞ his ex is getting married to his brother. he’s totally okay with it. he’s very happy for them. of course, he’s going to the wedding. and he definitely did not pay his next door neighbor five hundred dollars to be his plus one at their destination wedding.

written + smau • fluff + angst • fake dating • friends to lovers • neighbors to lovers starring choi yeonjun featuring soobin and beomgyu of tomorrow x together • yeji from itzy • chaewon from le sserafim • manon and daniela from katseye started on. april 5th 2025 status. ongoing

character profiles

one: you are cordially invited two: and that's a bad thing three: get a girlfriend four: alert the news and the media five: favors for friends six: bem-venido seven: fumbling eight: walk down memory lane nine: defeated ten: kiss and make up eleven: brothers twelve: dinner with friends thirteen: fourteen: fifteen:

disclaimer: all representations of characters in this story are completely fictional. this is not a reflection of the real people that they are inspired by or even how i feel about them. it is simply for storytelling purposes.

reblogs n comments are appreciated :)

[neoplatinum]

I'D RATHER LIE | MERET 'MANON' BANNERMAN

synopsis: reader and manon are caught in a arrangement of being more than just members but less than lovers, their members catch on.

pairing: manon x 7th-member!reader

tags: angst, fluff, smut, members w benefits, top!reader, bottom!manon, bathroom sex, car sex, making out, hickeys, cunnilingus, fingering, 7th!member!reader, katseye members, mentions of a man (el oh el)

wc: 5.9k

"i'd rather lie than to lose you, girl"

hidden behind closed doors and tucked away bedrooms, you were caught under the trance of a woman whose feelings were as fleeting as a thought. the only permanence and constant is her autonomy.

it really was born out of pure coincidence that you found yourself knowing more than just her, but also the way she kisses you. the softness of her skin, the quiet noises in the dead of the night, and even the way her eyes glaze over when you’re in too deep.

there was always the threat of being found out by the public. if word got out that two katseye members were in a romantic relationship, that would spell out the end of the group. so you two kept the arrangement to yourselves. carrying all the memories and weight of your actions. they were locked up in a deep corner of your heart and soul.

in front of cameras you’re plenty pleasant, playing the role of the more quiet and reserved member, cracking rare jokes that had the members laughing until their stomach hurted. but you never wanted to display a weakness to a very special member that had landed her way into your heart. 

so you often created a fake distance with her, sitting away from her during interviews or group lives. it was all a farce, created to weakly contain the deep feelings tucked away, from everyone, and from her too. 

knowing that you will always feel more for her than she could ever feel for you had your heart aching for months. you try not to notice the closeness that’s so evident with other members, a closeness that you long for. you stuck closely with sophia instead, opting to join her lives instead of manon’s. it was a fool-proof way to keep the public from seeing you two as anything other than close friends.

you fought your feelings as hard as you could, letting your heart rip into shreds for the crumbs of attention that you could receive when behind closed doors.

all of that thinly-veiled confidence in your plan, slowly came crashing down.

--

the first to notice was sophia.

it was obvious to everyone and especially sophia that you were more reserved, a quietness about you that wasn’t tainted with awkwardness. rather just comfort in the silence and peace of being truly yourself. so when sophia caught you staring a little too long at manon’s stage videos during rehearsals, she noted that. 

she also noted that you would often give little huffs of annoyance whenever you two were in the same room together.

one time she walked into the kitchen, hoping to grab a quick fruit to snack on. instead she felt she walked into an old western standoff. both of your bodies angled away from each other, but gazes stuck on each other. 

she felt like she just caught herself between two worlds, nothing other than the energy made her feel so caught, you two were perfectly normal. your hands were dripping with soapy water and the faucet was running. manon took a bite of her sandwich while saying nothing to you, just staring back as you were to her. when manon spotted sophia, she offered you half of her sandwich before disappearing into her room. you stood there, watching her until her figure retreated and resumed cleaning dishes. 

sophia swears she felt the temperature drop from how odd that situation was. 

“are you okay?” sophia said as she grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl. eyes keenly observing the way your hands were shaking as you continued rinsing plates.

“yes, are you?” you placed another plate onto the drying rack, casting your eyes downward. you continued to busy your hands with other dirty dishes, hoping that sophia would drop whatever she thought about that interaction.

“i'm good, here for some fruit.” sophia smiles at you, still observing the way you refuse to make eye contact with her. 

“the apples are really good, do you want me to cut it up for you?”

she smiles at that, grabbing a small knife, and slowly carving the apple skin off. handing you a small piece before leaving the kitchen once more. you eat the apple piece slowly, staring at the half sandwich that manon left for you.

--

“where’s manon?” sophia asked to the group. 

“probably overslept.” you offer back. drinking more water and capping it before going back to practice more of the dance you were having trouble getting down. sophia’s dialing manon and you try not to focus on that. rather continuing to monitor yourself in the mirror. 

sophia groans and looks at you.

“she’s not picking up, can you go get her?” sophia asks, everyone has their eyes on you, so you reluctantly agree. a growing uneasy feeling as you grab your phone and hoodie. speeding off the lot and straight back to the katseye house. 

when you get to her room, you give yourself a moment to collect yourself before knocking on her door.

“manon?” you ask quietly, waiting for a response. when you get none, you turn the knob, opening the room to a very asleep manon. her hair splayed over her pillow. soft breathing sounds as you walk closer to her.

this was always your weakness, the way she looks like you could wake up next to her for the rest of your life. it’s in the way that she curls into her side, the relaxed face. you wish you could stay whenever you two hooked up, but knowing the after was never going to be yours made you leave before you could fall too deep (you already did).

“manon, wake up.” you softly whisper to her, gently brushing the hair out of her face. her face leans into your touch and you try not to lose your focus. 

she smiles a bit, knowing exactly who’s touching her face.

“no…five more minutes, i swear.” she says. trying her hardest to turn her body the other way. you huff a bit before cradling her face with both hands.

“manon, you’re late for practice, and you know how sophia gets when any of us are late.” you speak to her gently, watching the way she continues to smile with bliss.

you ignore the thumping in your chest when she grabs your hand and pulls it away from her face. only to intertwine her fingers with yours. then her eyes completely open.

“no, come cuddle.” with a swift hook of a leg she drags you into her bed. your back hitting the mattress, and feeling the wind knocked out of you.

“oof.” you groan as you try to get your breathing back, feeling a bit annoyed as manon grabs onto you. her leg wrapped over you and her hands slowly moving against your stomach. 

she stares up at you, watching the way you refuse to make eye contact with her. her hand slowing when she feels your heart thumping in your chest. she smiles as she pulls herself closer. 

you let yourself get pulled into cuddling her for longer. leading you into a quick dissent into messy hands and even messier kisses. the responsibilities of being a global girl group member falls to the back of your mind when you hear her calls for you. 

until you get a call from sophia, asking about your whereabouts. soon you’re speeding down the freeway with manon giggling in the passenger seat, adjusting her jewelry in your car’s sun visor.

when you arrive, manon apologizes for oversleeping, but deep inside your heart you know she doesn’t feel bad at all. 

sophia doesn’t mistake the sight of a hickey just tucked under manon’s top.

--

then daniela noticed.

it was a saturday night, and Daniela found herself invited to a house party up in the hills. hearing the news, manon begged to join the party, and then in tow lara joined as well.

you were dragged in as DD (no one but manon knows how you were convinced to do so). so you were driving up the hills with the chaos of three other girls, loudly screaming songs from your sound system. no one questions that manon always gets passenger seat in your car. 

dropping the keys to your 1969 mustang was less than enjoyable, you just hoped the bright eyed 20 year old valet would not crash your car. walking into a larger than life mansion, you scanned for some soda, something to at least keep you busy until you get that text from daniela that the night is over.

when you finally land yourself a drink, your eyes are glued onto manon, body moving within the crowd. finding a couple of friends that you knew as well. happily chatting them up with delight in her eyes. you can’t be bothered knowing that all you want is to steal manon from the room and do more than friendly things to her.

it’s in the way that she chooses to seek out her happiness away from you, and in the same way you choose tonight you’ll try and forget those brown eyes that haunt you in your every waking moment.

you're walking straight for a girl that’s surrounded by a group of her friends.

“hi sweetheart, want to dance?” you put on your most charming smile, a dangerous game that you swore off years ago, way before you met manon. she gives back a smile, one that’s a little too eager. one that lets you know you won’t return her calls if she gets your number.

soon you’re caught up with a girl that’s everything other than the girl your heart aches for. her hair is too fine, she doesn’t fit against your torso like how she does. her eyes are too light to even be comparable to the ones you love gazing into.

her kisses are too fast, the eagerness kills your mood. just eagerness for eagerness’ sake. you want the passion, the intensity behind the emotions. but you push that need down, you’re here to have as much fun as you can without holding yourself back.

as the night goes on, more people are trickling onto the dance floor. you try your best not to notice how your members are shocked by your actions. the way your touching up on this random girl could make headlines tomorrow that could send all of your careers into a dumpster fire. 

daniela’s about to step in, ready to grab you from the dancefloor, when she’s beat by manon. a determination in her step that couldn’t be matched. manon’s grabbing you by the arms before lara could even shout her name. 

the sleeves of your jackets tugged you away from the girl, your eyes are a little blurry and you almost lose your footing. 

“manon, let me go!” you’re shouting at the girl gripping your jacket. a small light of anger erupting in your stomach when she continues dragging you down the hallway into a bathroom. she slams the door shut and locks you two inside. you stare at her, anger continuing to boil within you.

“what the fuck was that?” your anger is almost tipping, here you are trying to forget the very girl that’s in front of you.

“i could ask you the same thing, what the fuck. was. THAT?” her anger is pouring out too. the way she crosses her arms and glares right back at you. the sparkly sequin dress catching under the light is almost as distracting as the glossy dark red lipstick painting her lips.

“i was having fun, what’s it to you?” you scoff, sitting down on the toilet. you hold her gaze, staring right back into her soul. 

she chuckles low, her eyes have lowered to near slits as she walks up to you.

“that fun you’re searching for…” she guides one of your hands right down her stomach, your gaze following like an obedient dog, “is right here.” 

you’re not letting the warmness of her skin get to you. until she pushes your chin up. the way she gazes into you is far too much for now, you pull back from her, watching the way her eyes go dark with anger. 

“you had no right pulling that out there.” you stand up, backing her up slowly until her back hits the sink.

“and you do? kissing her like that?”

“lucky for you, i’ll play your game.” you roughly grab onto her dress, diving for a kiss that’s spelling more than just the eagerness for her. your soul reaching out for hers as you move her up onto the sink. arms wrapped around you like you’re two pieces born to be molded together.

you’re reaching further into her dress when she roughly pushes your jacket off you. 

“get this off. now.” you’re practically ripping off the jacket when she’s decided now’s the perfect time to watch your tattoos under the light. her eyes are zero-ed in on you. you hotly continue to kiss her as your hands wander. slipping off the straps to her dress like they were a mistake.

your eyes are zooming onto your next target, pulling her more towards you, grabbing her waist before dropping to your knees. you keep your hand on her at all times, feeling the way she grabs onto your hair when you push her dress up. a lazy smile on her face when you look up at her.

you give her a small kiss on her inner thigh, eyes gleaming with amusement as she realizes you’re not moving another inch.

“don’t piss me off.” she growls at you, her lazy smile replaced with a deep frown. you smirk once again at her, using her thighs as leverage, balancing yourself before kissing her further, more kisses near her heat, but never where she wants it most. you’re tempted to keep playing with her, until she pushes your head towards where she needs the attention the most.

the tension is all in your neck as you continue to lay short licks around her. slowly getting her louder and louder, as you finally give her bud a lick. a tantalizing one at that, slowly dropping it near her hole. she lets out a gasp at the sudden prodding. 

you go back to her bud, giving it more desperate licks and digging your fingers into her thighs. a feeling of desperation is growing as she continues to moan your name inside of this bathroom. her hand is gripping onto your hair and pulling like a madman. 

before you know it, she’s pulling you up by your hair. your eyes finding hers before devouring her lips once more, the messiness displayed in the fogged up mirror, handprints on the glass. and you’re pushing her dress up further. finally pulling off her panties in one quick swipe.

her lips continue to find yours, arms tightly looped around your neck as you ruin her further and further.

“inside now.” she’s angry and bothered, her lips attach onto your neck while you enter her. a low moan in the back of her throat erupting just to be perfectly heard right by your ear. “move.”

“patience, darling.” you smirk further, loving the sensation of her against your neck. feeling the way she’s gripping onto you, and trying her best to move on top of this sink.

you chuckle a bit before going right back to what you were doing. hands rubbing up and down her side, fingers reaching into her in just the way she loves it. she continues to attack the side of your neck downwards to your chest.

you’re loving the feeling of desperation, the shaking, the rushed kisses, the sudden reminders to breathe when you move in that one area she loves. almost like a trance, she’s tossed her head back, eyes hiding behind closed eyes that are relishing in the feeling of being around you.

“come on baby, come for me.” her rushed breaths are driving you crazy, the way she tries to grind onto your fingers, making you feel like you’ve reached nirvana. her legs are starting to shake in that way that lets you know she’s nearing her peak.

you latch onto one of her tits and flick it, suckling it before pushing it back out with your tongue. your other hand moving towards her clit, rubbing it in just the same tempo that you’re moving with her. you’re curling your fingers upwards, feeling the pads of your fingers hit that golden spot, and she’s whining against you.

“fuck. fuck. fuck, i’m cumming,” holding onto you as an anchor as you watch her fall apart, legs shaking, breaths heavy as if she’s just danced for an hour. the way she mouths your name silently, letting the waves of her feelings expand and buzz within her.

you’re reminded why you love this so damn much. you want to be the only one that can pull this side of her out. 

and damn it, you need to be the only one.

“it’s okay, i’m not leaving.” you whisper to her as you slowly remove your fingers. a gentle reminder that you’ll always stay with her, with her lowest and her highest moments.

three minutes later lara’s banging on the door like she’s the feds. you quickly pull manon together while she’s still recovering from her dazed state. 

daniela doesn’t mention how your jacket is draped over manon’s poorly covered up dress. nor does she mention how you have lipstick stains still covering your mouth that you’ve poorly wiped off.

--

in two weeks time, the next to notice is lara. it was a quick slip of the mouth but she’s always been good at fact checking you. it’s apparent in the way you always go to her for debates on the more philosophical topics that keeps your mind spinning.

“you stole my milkshake.” lara says as she opens the fridge, you continue to clean down the sink and ignore her comment.

“i said, you stole my milkshake.” lara closes the fridge and stares at you.

“i didn’t steal it.” you state while wringing out the towel you’ve been using the clean the kitchen. with another wipe of the counter, lara gets in your space.

“yeah? then where is it?” she asks, catching you off-balance. seeing the way your eyes expand. she pokes your side with your non-response.

“manon’s room.” you say. moving yourself away from lara. she continues to eye you, watching the way you continue to wipe the same spot down. she leaves for manon’s room, quick strides down the hallway. in a quick turn, she find’s manon at her desk, playing with makeup. 

“manon, you stole my milkshake?” lara’s eyes widen when she sees it on her nightstand.

“i…did no such thing.” she pulls her best puppy dog eyes and notices the cup on her nightstand. lara’s eyes are following hers and it lands on the exact cup of milkshake she was saving for this afternoon.

“then what is this?” lara’s lifting the cup and shaking it in manon’s face. the emptiness of the cup isn’t lost on her. 

“that’s…um, someone’s milkshake.” manon nods to herself, quite proud of her evasiveness.

“yeah, mine’s.” lara scoffs and throws the cup into the nearest trash can. manon can only giggle and whistle as she turns back to her makeup. lara’s getting more suspicious, manon isn’t one to drink milkshakes. 

“why are you drinking my milkshake?” lara sits on manon’s bed, looking around the room.

“i didn’t, you-know-who did.” manon says.

“i thought you stopped hooking up with him?” this is news to lara, she didn’t know manon was still hooking up with him since they broke off the arrangement months ago.

“yeah, um, he came over last night.” now lara’s more than confused, how do you know that the milkshake is in manon’s room. lara was sure she didn’t see anyone come into the house last night.

“really?” lara offers back mindlessly, watching the way manon continues to fiddle with her makeup, a quick hm giving lara all she needed to know. manon’s always been a horrible liar, a dead giveaway when she doesn’t make eye contact.

and then lara spots in, in the very corner of manon’s bed is your favorite beanie, the one you never lend to anyone, not even daniela when she’s having her worst hair dyes. 

“interesting. don’t steal my milkshakes anymore.” lara says, grabbing onto your beanie and exiting the room, walking straight for you.

“you left your beanie in manon’s room.” lara says neutrally, dropping it into your hands. you have half the mind to offer a thank you, but you knew you’ve been found out, or at least that’s what lara’s eyes are telling you. she gives you a smile before exiting the kitchen once more.

“shit.” you eye the beanie.

--

then yoonchae noticed, sweet yoonchae who had no reason to believe that two of her members were hooking up. she had been requested by manon to steal your car keys. the car keys that you kept on you at all times. but you would never guess that sweet yoonchae would take it. thus here’s yoonchae ready to raid your room all for a promise of in-n-out and a sweet ride in your car, by manon.

yoonchae’s browsing your desk, desperate to find that orange 8-ball that you have attached to your keys. her eyes land on it and she can already smell the burgers that manon will buy for her from doing this.

and with a smile, yoonchae’s sitting in your precious red mustang. manon cruising it down to the freeway with two goals in mind. to make this the best birthday gift you’ve ever received and to do it in your car.

yoonchae doesn’t make a comment when she notices how intently manon’s eyeing different bouquets. the way she only chooses the best looking roses, and how she buys all of your favorite snacks, not batting an eye at the price. 

yoonchae happily eats her burger in the passenger seat, watching manon arrange the flowers and gift basket in the backseat. and even though later yoonchae’s dismissed to do whatever she wants, she watches from the house. the way manon grabs pillows and blankets stuffing them inside the car. she certainly finds it weird that manon’s stringing fairy lights in your convertible. 

she also doesn’t mention how she sees manon get all dolled up for this “birthday surprise”. she continues to watch from the corner of the house when manon leads you outside to your very decorated mustang. after almost losing your mind from wondering where your keys were.

--

“you could’ve just asked me to borrow the car, you know? i was losing my mind trying to find my keys.” you huff a bit, walking towards your beautiful car. manon’s quick to walk with you. jumping into th e driver’s side when you unlock the car. you scoff before entering the passenger seat.

“well, i have a birthday surprise for you, and i needed the car for it.” she smirks, grabbing the keys once more and turning the ignition. and soon she’s pulled you two off the lot, heading up for the hills. 

“bannerman, if you crash my car, i’m going to chase you down until the ends of the earth.” you say to her, watching the skyline as you travel through the streets. 

“mm, sounds like someone has a crush.” she smirks, toying with your threat.

“you wish.” you scoff, directing yourself to pull this conversation into another direction. she’s telling you stories of her time in zurich, how she would steal her friend’s car keys and hide them for fun, until they offered to drive her wherever and whenever.

you laugh a bit, that does sound like her. and you recount stories of how your car had gotten you a lot of attention in high school, manon stops tuning in once she hears about how one girl thought the passenger seat to your mustang was her seat.

and soon you’ve pulled up to an overlook. a gaze out onto the city of angels. 

“happy birthday, baby.” manon presents to you a cupcake with a lit candle, “make a wish.”

you don’t say it out loud, but you wish for the girl right in front of you. and after blowing out the candle, manon smiles when she sees you bite into the cupcake. delight spreading over your face, and manon swears she will make your wish true no matter what it is.

“thanks, you didn’t have to do all this.” you say as you unwrap manon’s cupcake for her. 

“i wanted to do this for you, it’s your birthday.” she says quietly, gazing out into the city with sparkles in her eyes. you let the soft music playing from the car consume you. it’s been months since you’ve started this arrangement and lately you can’t even tell if it’s your own desire for her bleeding into the idea that she might like you back. 

no one else has given so much thought into preparing a birthday celebration for you. you continue to stare at her as she stares out at the city. a warmth spreading in your chest that you’re struggling to contain. the loss of self-control building in your chest but also in your voice.

“manon, i think i love you.” you offer. 

she continues to stare out into the city, her eyes closing when she hears those very words. 

“i know.” she says it back like she’s walking a tightrope, like she’s scared to admit her truth as well. 

“i think i love you too, but i’m scared.” she trails off, clasping her fingers together, and she sighs, letting her head fall on your shoulder. you take a minute to digest her words, you’ve never felt so conflicted to hear these words. 

“why are you scared?” you both stare out into the city, like it’ll calm the chaos that’s been plaguing both of your brains.

“i’m scared i’m going to mess this up.” manon’s eyes are closed as she thinks about how happy you make her. how she never wants distance from you, the same distance that you enforced on her to keep everyone off your backs. “i’m scared that i’m too much for you.”

you think of all that you two have done, besides the physical intimacy, there’s so much more you want, the desire for a permanent space in her life.

“i’m scared too, but i want you more.” you offer back, she nods at the words. digesting the way you’ve always been so sure of yourself, even though you hurt yourself by holding yourself back you’ve been so sure of her.

“i didn’t want to assume more than what we had.” manon speaks gently, tracing shapes onto your skin. small hearts that keep looping into each other. 

“i didn’t want to either, but i think eventually i would’ve told you.” you grin to yourself. feeling the weight of the confession being lifted off your shoulders. 

“i’m glad you said something first, i don’t think i would’ve had the courage to.” she says, stopping her tracing to look into your eyes. you laugh a bit.

“you can’t tell me you have feelings for me, but you’ll do this instead?” you point at your gift filled car. you smirk when you notice the small teddy bear with a heart pillow. manon just blushes instead, not answering your observation.

you get off the hood of your car, walking to the back to admire her handiwork. the backseat covered in fairy lights and small paper hearts that hung from the ceiling. you laugh a bit before entering the backseat, pulling manon in with you.

“mind explaining this setup to me?” you grin at her, watching the way she gets embarrassed. 

“it’s stupid really, i wanted us to have chocolates and chill in your car. something lowkey that you would like.” she says, pulling out some chocolate she had sent over from zurich.

you grab her face, placing a long kiss onto her lips, one that expressed the gratitude for her attentiveness.

“this is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” you grab a piece of chocolate from her and toss it into your mouth. letting the music carry the silence of the night. she tosses one into her mouth as well. 

“you’re welcome, baby.” she grabs your face to kiss you. letting her feelings pull her in. and soon you’re all over her. chocolates and gifts long forgotten when she’s the most gorgeous gift you’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.

you can feel your soul becoming lighter, a sense of belonging as you pull her onto you, legs straddled on you. kissing heavily as the music is drowning in the background. the sensation of soft lips, ones you could lose yourself in forever. the tugs from her as she pulls your hair softly, pulling you back until you’re off her lips. a glazed smile on your face, zero-ed in on hers. admiring the smears of her lipstick as you lick your lips, tasting your favorite cherry lip-gloss that she owns.

“my sweet angel, you wore cherry?” you grin, using a thumb to wipe of the lip-gloss.

“it is your favorite.” she grins, slowly unzipping her hoodie, revealing the red lace lingerie set that always has your eyes go wide. and like clockwork she watches the way your eyes grow to the size of a baseballs. hands immediately latched onto her sides, like a bull you’re ready to charge at red.

she’s perfectly set up this plan, aiming that by the end of the night you get to unwrap your birthday present. 

her.

clad in your favorite red lingerie set.

you pull her closer as you run your fingers over the lace, the familiar feeling of devouring your favorite meal. and with fervor, your back to kissing her, slipping your tongue into her mouth, letting the hotness consume you. acting on pure instinct and hunger, your hands grace her boobs, grabbing one with your hand as you hold the back of the neck with the other. she’s losing herself in the process as well, loving the attention and hunger you’re displaying. she chose the right outfit to wear tonight.

“baby, please.” she whines when you continue to kiss her. moving to kiss her cheeks and pushing her backwards. kissing upon her lace covered skin.

“please? you’re going to have to be more specific.” you let out in between kisses. you play with the straps of her corset. letting one fall off her shoulder.

“please, need you.” you shake your head at her, not heeding her request. “down there, please.”

shes trying to move your hands downward, and you let her. moving it to exactly where you know she needs you the most. and you’re toying with her, liking the way she curls her body into you, breathing heavy and panting. the way she whimpers when you squeeze her bud gently. 

pulling away quickly, she’s about to protest when you grab her to be placed onto the blanket. tucking the pillow just under her neck and kissing her. a reminder of how sweet you are in the passion of devouring her. her eyes watch you intently, the way you shrug off your jacket, leaving you in a sleeveless top. the way she can see the way your muscles are tense as you use your arms to prop you up. she swears she’s never felt so hot for you before.

something about the confidence in knowing her body inside and out has her ready to let everything go. let you control her body like a marionette. and she does.

she lets you toy with her, using your fingers to dexterously bring her closer and closer to her peak. the way you’ve sunken down to explore her both with your hands and mouth. 

“fuck, how are you so good at that.” she’s gasping for you. 

she’s letting out sounds that you didn’t even knew existed. grasping for the seat and window like a lifeline. lost in the pleasure of you, she’s completely let herself free, loud moanings that make the music go silent. until all you can hear is her, in her most vulnerable state.

“baby, please please please, keep going.” she’s begging now, struggling to keep eye contact but trying her best to make you understand just how bad she needs you.

“shit, oh my god, i’m cumming.” and soon she’s crushing your head with her thighs, squeezing you as she rides out her orgasm, the waves of pleasure crashing into herself, slight convulsions and twitches. neither of you say a word as you both catch your breathing. she pulls for you, open hands waiting for you to cuddle her. 

and you do.

you hold her close, just like you always have. she grabs onto you, grip never letting up. she traces the tattoos that you have on your arm, the same one that she loves so much. 

you let yourself feel vulnerable too, draping your jacket over her body, singing her whatever song is softly playing the background, not even moving until sunrise. 

you’re back in the katseye house by the early morning, and you can only hope no one has spotted you two. the way you both look like a wreck and reek of each other.

you smile as you carry a sleeping manon into the house, still snuggled into your jacket as you set her down into your room.

--

the first to say something is megan, and to her defense, it was meant as a joke. until everyone became far too quiet for a simple joke.

it happens during movie night, lara’s put on a classic horror film: the shining. your lack of fear for horror movies has yoonchae and manon hanging onto you throughout the movie. yoonchae’s tucked into your side, ears closed as she tries to get through this scary scene.

manon’s even worse, seated into your lap, away from the TV. her head tucked into the crook of your neck, scared beyond belief. you silent rub her back, whispering to her that “everything will be okay.” 

megan’s laughing her ass off at the scene, finding it more hilarious than anything. daniela and sophia are less scared, but still attentively watching the film. lara doesn’t feel any kind of way as she watches the film, happy to just continue eating her popcorn.

“that scene is so funny!”  megan shouts at the TV, looking at the way yoonchae and manon are gripping onto you for dear life. you simply shrug at the TV, continuing to pat manon’s back.

“not funny at all!” manon shouts back, her eyes still closed shut and letting you rub her back. 

“oh baby, it’s okay, it’s just a movie.” you say to hear but megan overhears it. and without a second thought she opens her mouth.

“baby? are you two finally dating?” megan askes jokingly, eyes wide as she smiles. everyone can hear the pin drop as soon as megan said the final word. lara and daniela are sharing looks, sophia’s ready to get up and lecture the group. meanwhile yoonchae peaks her head up. 

no one says a word for a couple seconds, until everyone’s overlapping with each other.

“n-no listen, it’s not like that.” you offer, feeling your ears heat up.

“i so called it!” daniela shouts at you two.

“jesus, guys! this isn’t any of our business!” sophia’s quick to mediate, trying to settle the chaos that was brewing.

“oh my god, they found out.” manon whispers to you, curling even further into you, embarrassment exploding within her.

“i stole your car keys for manon. sorry.” yoonchae says to you lightly, and you can already feel a pressure migraine growing as all the girls are talking over each other. daniela and lara sharing what they’ve noticed.

“fuck my life.” you groan, and feel manon giggle into you.

--

a/n: tried a new format! and a comeback fic that was not proofread/first smut-ish fic, this was so fun to write! stay safe and stay healthy everyone!

[meiyaes]

katseye as cats bc i love cats and i love katseye‼️🤩

i rlly enjoyed making these sgsgshjkh😋😋

[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…