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OM MY GOD ???? YOUR LATEST MEGAN FIC ???? MY LIFE IS COMPLETE I CAN DIE HAPPILY PLEASE KEEP IT UP !!!

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[whyvaine]

hey guys i’m finally taking request again😼

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glamour bites— lara raj

𓋹 pairing: cleo de nile! lara x reader

𓋹 synopsis: lara and y/n come from different worlds, but their unexpected connection sparks something new

lara raj was a walking golden statue at least that’s what it looked like. her dark eyes were lined with sharp, dramatic eyeliner that flicked out, and her outfit gleamed with gold accents and perfectly polished nails. the faint scent of jasmine and expensive perfume followed her like a signature.

to most people, lara was untouchable. her reputation as a snob wasn’t exactly a rumor, it was practically her signature. beneath that exterior was a complicated mix of pressure and expectation. she often felt invisible beyond her status, like her family saw her as a trophy more than a person.

and then there was y/n.

y/n was way different than lara. comfortable in worn sneakers and didn’t care for social status. y/n wasn’t interested in wealth or appearances, just honest connection and genuine moments.

their worlds collided one ordinary day in the cafeteria. lara, always queen of the room, spotted y/n sitting alone at a table, headphones in, completely absorbed in a sketchbook. curiosity piqued and lara decided to intervene.

“are you seriously going to sit there looking like that?” lara’s voice cut through the buzz, laced with a mix of amusement and challenge.

y/n looked up, meeting lara’s gaze without blinking. “like what?”

“like you don’t care about anything,” lara said, her brow arching as she surveyed y/n’s plain hoodie and scuffed sneakers. “don’t you want to look better?”

y/n smiled a little, unfazed. “i like being comfortable. not everyone cares about looking like a walking jewelry store.”

the corner of lara’s mouth twitched. she liked this. it wasn’t the usual cowering or flattery she got. this was different.

“maybe you just need someone to teach you how to dress properly,” lara said, with a smirk that said she wasn’t entirely joking.

y/n laughed softly. “maybe you need to learn how to chill out.”

the spark between them was undeniable. for a moment, the noisy cafeteria faded away, leaving just the pull of two people who couldn’t be more different but somehow fit together perfectly.

then lara’s eyes gleamed with a new idea. “come to my party this weekend. you’ll see what real style looks like. maybe you’ll learn a thing or two.”

y/n hesitated. lara’s parties were something else, extravagant, and full of people who probably wouldn’t get y/n at all. but curiosity won.

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saturday night arrived in a swirl of glitter and music. y/n stepped into lara’s mansion, a palace of marble and gold that felt more like a dream than reality. the hum of bass vibrated through the floor, mingling with laughter and clinking glasses.

lara appeared beside y/n, flawless as ever, her usual confident smirk softened by a flicker of nervousness that she didn’t bother to hide. the scent of jasmine and vanilla wrapped around her like a cloak.

“don’t embarrass me please,” lara whispered, a rare vulnerability lacing her tone.

“no promises,” y/n teased back, squeezing lara’s hand before they slipped into the crowd.

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throughout the night, y/n saw a side of lara few ever did, quick wit, unexpected warmth, and moments of doubt hidden beneath the surface.

when someone tried to flirt with y/n, lara’s eyes narrowed sharply. she slid between y/n and the girl, voice low but firm. “i’m pretty sure she’s not interested.” the possessiveness surprised lara herself.

later, on the balcony overlooking the city lights, the noise faded, leaving just the two of them. lara’s voice dropped to a whisper. “you’re not like anyone i know. you make me want to be real.”

y/n smiled, heart pounding. “and you make me believe in magic.”

their hands found each other, fingers intertwining as the city sparkled beneath them.

“maybe we’re both more than what we pretend,” lara said softly.

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the next day, y/n showed up at lara’s mansion wearing the same comfy clothes, ready for a new kind of adventure. lara, determined to help y/n “glam up,” pulled out gold accessories, shimmering fabrics, and makeup that looked intimidatingly fancy.

“hold still,” lara said, though her hands trembled slightly as she applied eyeliner. the result was more dramatic than intended, making y/n burst out laughing.

“wow, i look like i’m ready for a royal party,” y/n joked.

lara grinned, relieved by the laughter. “practice makes perfect.”

as the afternoon faded into evening, the two found themselves baking cupcakes in lara’s enormous kitchen. flour dusted their noses and fingers, and lara’s perfectly polished nails got smudged with batter. for the first time, lara felt safe to be messy and imperfect.

y/n looked over at lara, eyes soft. “you don’t have to be perfect all the time, you know.”

lara sighed, a weight lifting from her shoulders. “it’s hard to let go. but with you, maybe i want to try.”

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not everything was perfect. one afternoon, lara got jealous when she saw y/n laughing with another student. her snobby persona cracked, and she said something sharper than intended.

“you don’t have to prove anything to them,” y/n replied hurt, stepping back. “but maybe you don’t trust me enough.”

the silence stretched between them until lara returned, holding a small gold bracelet, an heirloom from her family.

“this is yours now,” lara said quietly. “because i want you to know i trust you.”

y/n smiled through the tears, heart swelling. “i trust you too.”

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weeks later, beneath the stars, lara and y/n stood hand in hand in the quiet garden of the mansion. the usual snobby act was gone, replaced by something softer, more genuine.

lara’s voice was barely above a whisper. “so what do you think about us? like, officially?”

y/n’s heart skipped. “i think i’ve been waiting for you to ask that forever.”

lara laughed softly, brushing a stray lock of hair behind y/n’s ear. “good. because i’m tired of pretending.”

with a shy smile and a squeeze of their hands, lara and y/n leaned in, their lips meeting in a gentle promise, a start to their story, no longer just an unspoken attraction but a real, glowing romance.

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you make my dead heart race— megan skiendiel

⏾ pairing: draculaura! megan x reader

⏾ synopsis: megan can’t hide her fang-tastic crush on y/n. when her diary accidentally falls into y/n’s hands, sparks start to fly

monster high was weird.

y/n had only been enrolled for two weeks, and she’d already walked past a banshee in the middle of a breakdown, been invited to a werewolf’s bonfire rave, and accidentally sat on an invisible student named claire during lunch. but the weirdest thing by far? megan.

she was impossible to miss. pink-and-black hair tied in perfect pigtails, bat wings fluttering lightly behind her, and fangs that shimmered like diamonds. and yet, whenever y/n caught her eye, megan would either freeze like a statue or wildly pretend to adjust her hair even though it never needed adjusting. megan was losing it.

“oh my ghoul oh my ghoul, she’s coming,” she hissed to lara, clutching the locker like it might save her from exploding.

lara didn’t even look up from her drink. “who?”

“her, lara. her. the human. she’s literally walking this way and i look like a walking corpse”

“you’re literally a vampire.”

“EXACTLY,” she screamed, wings twitching. “do you think i should faint? is that attractive? or like swoon? oh no, what if i embarrass myself again-”

y/n passed at that exact moment. gave megan a small smile.

“oh no,” she whispered. “i’m dead. actually deceased. bury me.”

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the plan was simple.

drop the diary. pretend it was an accident. let y/n find the hearts and poems and maybe the page where she had doodled them kissing under a full moon. then run. maybe fly.

pretty easy, right?

execution? not so much.

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y/n was sitting beneath the tree, book in hand. peaceful. oblivious.

megan crept around the corner, holding her diary like it was cursed. “okay. just drop it and leave,” she whispered. “casual. romantic.”

she tossed it.

it bounced off y/n’s knee and landed face-up with a dramatic thump.

y/n looked down. then up. and blinked.

“hey you dropped this.”

megan was already halfway behind the tree trunk.

“WHAT? NO. never seen that in my life. i don’t even like glitter. i’m more of a shadows and doom kind of girl”

y/n flipped the diary over, raising an eyebrow. “‘megz 💋’?”

megan’s voice cracked. “okay fine. it’s mine. but don’t read page 47. or 92. or the one with the poem shaped like your face. that one was, um experimental.”

“there’s a poem shaped like my face?”

“you have a really good face shape!”

y/n bit back a smile. “do i get to read it?”

megan gasped like she was being proposed to. “i um only if you promise not to laugh. or fall in love. unless you want to. which would be fine. obviously.”

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later that night, they met in the graveyard.

megan had invited her with a casual “you’re not busy during full moon hours, right?” and y/n had said yes before even thinking.

now she was standing under the stars, scarf wrapped tight, as megan descended from the sky like the drama queen she was, heels clicking against marble, hair perfect, eyeliner sharper than her fangs.

“you came,” she breathed, like it was the most romantic thing anyone had ever done.

“you invited me,” y/n said with a soft smile.

megan stepped closer. “are you cold? do you want my cape? it’s imported velvet. slightly haunted.”

“i’m fine.”

“are you sure? i’m just saying, if you faint from cold, i’m not strong enough to carry you, but ill try.”

y/n giggled. “i’ll take the cape.”

megan squeaked and immediately flung it over her shoulders like she’d won the olympics.

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flying together was easier than expected.

megan held y/n’s hand tight, wings catching the air, hair whipping behind her like a ribbon in the wind. the stars glowed above them, bright and soft, and y/n’s scarf fluttered against her cheek as they rose higher.

megan looked over, eyes wide. “this is the most romantic moment of my entire afterlife.”

“even more than the poem shaped like my face?”

“don’t tempt me. i will write another.”

they flew until her wings started wobbling on purpose and she gasped, “oh no! i’m so tired. will you catch me if i fall?”

“megan.”

“please :(”

y/n rolled her eyes fondly and pulled her close, guiding them both back down to the tallest rooftop.

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the picnic was chaos.

megan had packed bat shaped cookies, pink lemonade in beaker bottles, and little gothic cupcakes with black frosting hearts. everything was ridiculously cute.

her pet bat, kept flying around y/n’s head and ignoring megan completely.

“he loves you more than me,” megan pouted. “rude.”

“he has good taste.”

“so do i,” she said quickly. “i mean. look at you.”

there was a long pause. the kind where everything softens. the kind where even monsters hold their breath.

y/n reached out, brushing her fingers along megan’s pink-tipped claws.

“you’re not as scary as everyone says.”

megan’s voice went quiet. “not even a little scary?”

“maybe a little dramatic.”

“good. i was worried.”

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when y/n kissed her cheek, megan made the loudest bat noise in existence and literally floated off the ground. her eyes sparkled. her diary exploded in her bag from sheer emotional pressure.

she stared at y/n like she’d just rewritten the laws of the undead.

“i’m going to have to write so many poems about this.”

“poems shaped like what this time?” y/n teased.

“your soul,” she said dreamily.

and y/n just grinned, resting her head on the shoulder of a vampire who smelled like roses, sparkled under moonlight, and made the afterlife look like a love letter.

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[whyvaine]

hey guys so i won’t be able to post this much this week bc i have band camp🫩🫩

[whyvaine]

Sophia x tall nerd reader who also works out

benched my heart— sophia laforteza

ᝰ pairing: sophia x muscled! reader

ᝰ synopsis: y/n’s smart, tall, and way stronger than she looks. sophia’s got a crush but has no clue how to say it

sophia knew it was a bad idea to like her.

like, on paper sure. tall. sweet. soft spoken. ridiculously smart. always reading a history book or fixing their mic setup without being asked. just good. in every possible way.

but then megan had to go and say the words that ruined everything.

“oh yeah. that’s my sister.”

sophia had just blinked. “wait. she’s your sister?”

megan nodded. “yeah. why?”

and in that exact moment, sophia swallowed her crush, buried it deep, and told herself to get a grip.

it’s a shame it didn’t work.

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y/n kept showing up. helping out. laughing quietly at sophia’s dumbest jokes. wearing glasses too big for her face and saying things like “did you know octopuses have three hearts?” at completely random times. she’d lean over to show her a comic she was sketching and sophia’s brain would just turn into tv static.

to make it worse, the muscles.

they came out of nowhere.

y/n wore oversized hoodies and sat with her knees to her chest, so no one really saw what was going on under all that fabric until the whole speaker incident.

sophia had been trying to move a heavy amp backstage, already winded and mildly annoyed, when y/n came over, gave her a tiny smile, and said:

“here, i got it.”

“uh no offense, babe, but that thing’s-”

and then y/n just. lifted it.

one arm. barely flinched. like she was moving a pillow.

sophia stood there, jaw on the floor.

“i work out a little,” y/n said casually, already walking off.

sophia just whispered “oh no” under her breath.

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from that day on, she was done for.

she tried to hide it. swore she could be normal. that worked for exactly 24 hours.

then came the teasing.

“who let your sister get this jacked?” she asked megan, poking y/n’s arm during rehearsal.

megan side eyed her. “don’t touch her.”

“i wasn’t!! im just really impressed.”

“still. hands off.”

sophia nodded, smiled, then immediately turned around and complimented y/n’s form while she lifted mic stands.

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she got so bad at hiding it.

everyone noticed. daniela started betting on when she’d finally break. yoonchae made heart hands behind y/n’s back every time sophia stared too long. megan? unaware. too focused on protecting her sister from the world to notice that the biggest threat was already sitting three feet blushing over stupid animal facts

“why are you being so weird lately?” megan asked one night.

sophia panicked. “me? weird? never. totally chill. always chill.”

“…you’re staring at my sister again.”

“i am not.”

y/n walked by, handed her a hoodie because she looked cold.

sophia melted. “thank you, angel.”

megan blinked. “what?”

“nothing.”

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the gym incident almost ended her.

y/n invited her to come with her one afternoon “just a light session” and sophia, being down bad, agreed.

ten minutes in, she was done.

y/n was in a muscle tee, adjusting sophia’s posture between reps, talking about her favorite pre-workout flavor, and asking stuff like “does this feel comfortable for you?” while sophia actively forgot how to breathe.

“you okay?” y/n asked, smiling.

“totally. i’m dying. i’m doing great.”

she watched y/n bench press like it was nothing and genuinely considered just laying down and letting the dumbbells crush her.

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then came the almost kiss.

it was late. just the two of them, walking after a shoot. y/n had offered to carry sophia’s bag. sophia pretended not to fall for her even more when their hands brushed. she was rambling about some random show, y/n laughing along, cheeks pink from the breeze.

they stopped outside y/n’s place. quiet. close. warm.

“can i ask you something?” y/n said softly.

“always.”

“have you been flirting with me?”

sophia froze. “what?”

“it’s okay if not. i just thought maybe. but i wasn’t sure.”

she looked so nervous. so hopeful.

sophia’s heart cracked in half.

“you’re megan’s sister,” she whispered.

y/n blinked. “and?”

“and she’ll kill me.”

the words slipped out before she could stop them.

y/n’s face fell.

“right,” she said. “yeah. makes sense.”

and then she went inside.

sophia didn’t sleep for two days.

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eventually, the truth came out.

they were hanging out at katseye’s studio. everyone was there. y/n was sitting next to sophia, smiling at something she said.

sophia glanced over and megan whipped her head around.

“okay. what’s going on?”

sophia blinked. “what?”

“you. and her. is something going on?”

the room went dead silent.

y/n looked like she wanted to disappear.

sophia stood up. hands up. “okay. listen. i swear i wasn’t trying to, but then she smiled and she’s strong and smart and nice and-”

“sophia,” megan interrupted. “breathe.”

she did. slowly.

“i like her,” she admitted. “a lot. and i wasn’t gonna say anything because you’re my best friend and she’s your sister and i didn’t want to ruin anything”

megan held up a hand. paused.

then sighed.

“god, you’re both idiots.”

sophia blinked. “huh?”

“she’s liked you for months. i just didn’t think you’d actually fall for her back.”

“wait,” y/n said. “you knew?”

“you think i didn’t see the way you look at her? i just wanted to make sure she wouldn’t mess it up.”

she turned to sophia.

“you’re not gonna mess it up, are you?”

“no,” sophia whispered. “never.”

“cool. don’t make it weird.”

“you literally made it weird,” lara added from the couch.

“shut up,” megan muttered, already walking away.

sophia turned back to y/n.

“so can i kiss you now?”

y/n smiled. “thought you’d never ask.”

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[whyvaine]

monster high! katseye x reader… what do we think guys🤔

[whyvaine]

Heyyy could I request gamer/streamer Megan trying to impress fem reader? I think it’d be funny lol, thank youu!

don’t clip that chat!!— megan skiendiel

⌖ pairing: streamer! megan x reader

⌖ synopsis: megan’s a confident streamer until her crush y/n shows up. now she can’t aim, can’t speak, and chat’s clipping everything

megan was cool.

well. at least online.

to her chat, she was rizzgan: twitch partner, semi pro aim demon, and full-time menace. she was fast-talking, quick-clicking, and somehow always got away with saying the most messed up things on stream. people loved her for it. she was chaotic but in a charming, “please post more tiktoks of this” kind of way.

but all of that fell apart the moment y/n showed up.

it was supposed to be a normal stream. a chill 4 hour ranked session with her usual trio. megan had even done her eyeliner that day. her setup was glowing, the music was on, and everything was fine

until her mod dm’d her:

“yo. y/n’s in chat 😭”

megan blinked.

froze.

no.

no no no no

and then she saw it, glowing in her chat feed like it was sent straight from hell.

y/n: hey meg :)

she didn’t even get the chance to respond before she got headshotted on stream. her character’s body dropped dramatically.

“NOOOO okay, no, that didn’t count, i got distracted!” megan protested, half laughing, half freaking out, trying to recover. her voice cracked.

“by what? the wall you were staring at?” yoonchae teased in her headset.

her mouse slammed down on the mute key.

chat, predictably, was already exploding.

y/n sent one message and you DIED??

that’s wild she folded IMMEDIATELY

don’t fold now queen 😭😭😭

SOMEONE CLIP THAT

“don’t clip that chat,” megan grumbled, pulling her hoodie up to cover her face. “actually no one clip anything for the rest of the stream. everything from now on is off limits. illegal. banned.”

someone clipped it anyway.

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the next few rounds were worse.

megan, usually sharp and reactive, was suddenly off.

her aim was terrible. her timing was off. she threw a flashbang at herself twice. twice.

y/n sent another message:

that was a cool move :) didn’t know people flashbang themselves like that haha

and megan just leaned back in her chair, covered her face, and dramatically whispered, “i can’t do this.”

chat was screaming.

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that should’ve been the end of it.

it wasn’t.

the next day, y/n showed up in person.

“thought i’d come hang while you streamed,” she said casually, smiling like she wasn’t megan’s #1 weakness, holding two iced coffees and wearing megan’s merch hoodie.

megan short circuited.

“yeah uh cool, that’s cool,” she said, definitely not panicking. “yeah just uhm sit wherever.”

y/n sat behind her gaming chair. close. too close. megan could feel the warmth of her presence and the smell of her shampoo and it was absolutely ruining her.

she fumbled every match that stream.

“you good, meg?” her teammate asked halfway through. “you’re, like, walking into the walls.”

“yeah!” she said, too quickly. “i’m great. totally fine. never been more fine in my life.”

“y/n,” yoonchae said, voice suspicious in comms, “are you there in person?”

megan slammed the mute button so hard her mic cracked.

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her downfall peaked when y/n leaned forward resting her chin lightly on megan’s shoulder and whispered, “how do you revive again?”

megan froze mid game. her character stood perfectly still in an open hallway.

“uh. it’s E,” she said.

“thanks,” y/n replied sweetly.

and megan, completely overwhelmed, accidentally alt-tabbed out of the game.

chat lost it.

clips were already being made with titles like:

megan gets distracted by pretty girl and forgets how computers work

she’s so gone for her 😭

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after stream, megan collapsed on her bed dramatically.

“i can never stream again,” she muttered into her pillow. “i’m retiring. i’m done. my legacy ends here.”

y/n sat cross legged at the edge of the bed, sipping her drink. “you were cute.”

megan lifted her head like a zombie. “what?”

“when you got all flustered. and muting every five seconds. and flashing yourself. very cute,” y/n said casually, with a tiny smile. “i’m surprised chat didn’t ship us harder.”

megan stared at her.

y/n tilted her head. “what?”

“do you like me?” megan blurted.

y/n blinked, then laughed. “i thought that was obvious.”

it wasn’t.

it really wasn’t.

megan looked like someone had unplugged her entire soul.

“oh my god,” she whispered. “this whole time i’ve been trying to impress you and i looked like a clown”

“a cute clown,” y/n offered.

megan buried her face in her hands again. “don’t clip this either.”

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chat the next day was a war zone.

WAIT YOU GUYS ARE TOGETHER NOW???

we’ve been shipping this for MONTHS

she rizzed y/n by FLASHBANGING HERSELF TWICE I’M SCREAMING

her name is rizzgan after all😭

and megan, wearing the exact same hoodie y/n had on the day before, just smiled into her mic.

“don’t clip that chat.”

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[whyvaine]

even like this— megan skiendiel

𖦹 pairing: megan x sick reader

𖦹 synopsis: y/n’s not used to being the one who needs help. but megan stays anyway, holding her through all of it

megan had a weird feeling all day.

it started when y/n didn’t answer her “good morning” text.

then again when she didn’t even react to the dumb little mirror selfie megan sent at noon with the caption, “do u still love me even if i look like this?”

no reply. no read. no heart reaction.

and megan knew it was probably nothing. y/n was busy. y/n had work. y/n wasn’t always glued to her phone like she was.

but still, something gnawed at her chest.

quietly. stubbornly.

off.

so she stopped waiting and just showed up.

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the apartment door clicked open quietly. megan slipped inside, calling out softly, “hello?”

no answer. just the faint hum of the humidifier, and the tv playing low from the living room. no footsteps. no greeting. not even the usual, “hey baby” from across the hall.

she turned the corner and froze.

there she was.

y/n, curled up on the couch under a mismatched pile of blankets, hoodie strings pulled so tight only her nose and mouth peeked out. her lips were dry. cheeks flushed. tissue box on one side, water bottle on the other, but it looked like she hadn’t touched either in a while.

megan blinked, heart sinking.

“baby?”

y/n stirred a little, eyes heavy. “hi.”

that was it.

just “hi.”

soft. raspy. barely audible.

megan moved fast but quiet, kneeling beside the couch, brushing the back of her hand over y/n’s forehead. too warm.

“you have a fever,” she whispered, more to herself than anything.

“just a small one,” y/n mumbled. “i’m fine.”

“you’re not fine,” megan said, already standing. “you didn’t answer me all day. i thought you were mad. or hurt. or both.”

“i didn’t wanna worry you,” y/n rasped, eyes slipping shut.

megan paused, lips parting but she didn’t argue. didn’t scold her. just moved softly through the kitchen like she was floating, grabbing what she could, boiling water, googling natural things for sore throats with one hand and cutting up fruit with the other.

she kept glancing over her shoulder.

still breathing. still curled up. still flushed.

megan’s chest ached.

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when she came back, the table beside the couch was full. tea with honey. medicine. a cold cloth. two slices of buttered toast because she panicked and didn’t know what else to make.

“meg,” y/n croaked, “you didn’t have to”

“i know.” she said. quiet but firm.

she helped her sit up slowly, propping pillows behind her back. her hand lingered at the base of y/n’s neck. not holding her, just steadying. grounding.

“take this,” she murmured, offering medicine in one hand, water in the other.

y/n obeyed.

and then, quietly: “you’re always taking care of everyone. you never let anyone take care of you.”

y/n smiled, weak. “you noticed that, huh?”

“i always notice.”

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the next few hours blurred together.

megan didn’t leave her side.

she brought another blanket when y/n shivered. helped her change into a dry shirt when the fever sweat got too much. wiped under her nose gently, not saying a word about it.

and eventually, she just climbed into the couch beside her.

or more accurately, on top of her.

it wasn’t elegant. she tucked herself between y/n’s legs and leaned her back against her chest, head under y/n’s chin, arms loosely wrapped around her waist.

y/n exhaled, slow.

“you’re gonna get sick.”

“worth it.”

“you always say that.”

megan leaned her head back just enough to look up at her. “yeah. and i mean it.”

there was a beat of silence. just the tv flickering light across the room. the soft hum of the humidifier. y/n’s arm curling around megan’s smaller frame.

“i hate feeling like this,” she whispered.

“like what?”

“like this. weak. needy.”

megan didn’t flinch. just tucked her face into the curve of y/n’s neck and said, “then it’s a good thing i like when you need me.”

that shut her up.

not in a bad way. just in a melting way.

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night came. the lights dimmed. the tv flickered quietly in the background while megan scrolled on her phone.

she looked up to see y/n trying to get out of bed.

“hey,” she said immediately. “what are you doing?”

“bathroom.”

megan hopped up in a second. “wait, i’ll help”

“meg, i can walk.”

“you stood up like a baby deer. i don’t trust you.”

y/n groaned. “i’m not gonna faint.”

“i can’t carry you. we’ve been over this. i measured.”

y/n blinked. “what?”

“i stood next to you with a broom. and then tried to drag a pillow your size down the hallway. didn’t work.”

“you’re unwell.”

“youre the sick one here. come on.”

megan wrapped her arms under y/n’s and helped her walk, slow and steady, both of them giggling like idiots as they stumbled into the hallway.

and when they got back, y/n tried to settle on her side of the bed only for megan to literally throw herself on top of her.

“you’re ridiculous.”

“and you’re mine,” megan mumbled, pulling the blanket up. “so lay down. shut up. and let me hold you.”

y/n smiled, forehead pressed to hers. “you’re bossy.”

“you’re lucky i love you.”

“you do?”

“i do.” megan whispered, eyes fluttering shut. “even when you sound like you’re dying.”

“rude.”

“it’s true.”

and in the dark, with megan’s fingers tracing gentle lines down her back, and her small frame curled perfectly into y/n’s, it was the first time y/n felt like she could breathe fully all day.

because it didn’t matter how gross she felt.

or how helpless she hated being.

megan was still here.

still holding her.

still choosing to stay close.

even when her whole body ached. even when she didn’t have the energy to say thank you the way she wanted.

and right before she fell asleep, y/n whispered into the dark:

“you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

megan’s heart was already pounding, face hidden in her hoodie so y/n wouldn’t see her blush so hard she nearly exploded and only whispered back,

“i know.”

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[whyvaine]

Can I request Yeji or Lia(Itzy), and a tattooed reader. Like they’re stressed, rant about it to reader, and reader lets them color in their tattoos?

between the lines— hwang yeji

❀ pairing: yeji x tattooed reader

❀ synopsis: yeji shows up exhausted. y/n lets her color in their tattoos. the silence says more than words ever could

it started with a knock. not loud. not rushed. just soft, like maybe she hoped you wouldn’t hear it.

but you did.

and when you opened the door, there she was, standing on your doorstep with a hoodie pulled over her head, sleeves swallowed up past her hands, and her lips pulled into that little flat line she made when she was trying too hard to hold herself together.

you blinked at her.

she blinked back. looked down for a second. then up.

“are you busy??” she asked, voice small.

you didn’t answer. you just stepped aside. and she stepped in.

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your apartment was warm, a little messy in the way that felt lived in. soft lights. music humming low. a candle flickering somewhere on the bookshelf. there were open sketchbooks on the coffee table and a scattered pile of colored pens that hadn’t been put away. you’d been doodling earlier, killing time. waiting for nothing specific.

yeji let out a long breath as she dropped her bag to the floor, like the air in her lungs had been too heavy to carry a second longer.

“practice sucked,” she muttered, pulling her hoodie off and tossing it on your couch. “everything sucked. the choreo’s all over the place, and i kept messing up, and then i got in my head about it and messed up even more. and the stylists are changing our whole concept again, and my back hurts, and i just-”

she flopped onto the couch before she could finish her sentence, face down into one of your pillows, words muffled into the fabric. “i hate everything today.”

you walked over and plopped down next to her, stretching your legs out, one arm slung casually over the back of the couch.

“wanna punch a wall about it?”

she snorted, face still buried. “babe i don’t have the energy right now.”

“wanna color in my arm instead?”

she lifted her head just enough to look at you. “what?”

you held your hand out toward the pens on the table. “i’m just sayin’. my tattoos are basically a coloring book. you look like you need something that doesn’t talk back.”

yeji blinked. then sat up, cross-legged, hair falling messily around her shoulders. her eyes flicked down to your arms, bare under the oversized tshirt you’d thrown on earlier, all the way from your wrists to your shoulders covered in soft black outlines. flowers, koi fish, constellations. no color, just fine linework. almost delicate.

she reached out and lightly touched your forearm, tracing one of the roses with her fingertip.

“can i really?”

you nodded. “go crazy.”

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she picked up a pink marker first. uncapped it like it was serious business. then glanced at you again, like she was checking one last time.

“you’re not gonna regret this?”

you smirked, leaning back. “you’re the one choosing pink for a rose.”

“don’t judge me,” she mumbled, and started coloring.

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for a while, the room was quiet again.

yeji hovered close, hair falling in her face as she carefully filled in petals. her hand was warm against your skin, steady, slow. she hummed under her breath, some melody stuck in her head, probably from practice. every so often, she’d switch markers. green for the stems. yellow for the stars. red for something else, maybe just because she liked the color.

you didn’t say much. you didn’t need to.

every minute that passed, her shoulders dropped a little more. the tension in her brow eased. she looked less like someone bracing for impact and more like someone finally allowed to breathe.

you watched her work. watched her mouth twitch upward into something small and soft.

“you always let people draw on you?” she asked eventually, not looking up.

“only the cute ones.”

she rolled her eyes, but the corners of her lips curled.

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when she finally leaned back, your arm was a blur of color. some messy, some careful. some lines outside the shapes. a rainbow explosion over your skin. she looked proud of it in a quiet, sleepy kind of way.

then, without warning, she scooted in closer, curled up next to you, and rested her head on your shoulder, her cheek against the very arm she’d just decorated. her fingers lightly traced over one of the stars she’d colored in blue.

“i like it here,” she murmured, eyes fluttering shut. “you don’t make me talk too much.”

you tilted your head, letting your cheek rest against her hair. “you don’t have to. i already know.”

she smiled, barely there. “yeah.”

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[whyvaine]

do u have any rules on requesting? expect for no smut obvi

i’ll probably make a separate post about this later, but here are a few of them!!

please be respectful

be specific with your request

any male x fem idol is not allowed (i don’t write for men in general💔)

be patient: i’m most likely busy with school or work if I’m not posting

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[whyvaine]

manon x athlete reader☝️

pitch perfect crush— manon bannerman

⚾︎ pairing: manon x baseball player! reader

⚾︎ synopsis: she was already falling over texts. seeing her on the field only made it worse

manon did not wake up expecting to have a breakdown at a baseball game.

she’d planned on having a relaxing afternoon. maybe go home. rewatch the entire twilight saga. definitely text y/n for hours about absolutely nothing.

they weren’t dating. it wasn’t official. they were just in that weird space between talking and dating. texts that felt like flirting. voice notes that felt like love letters.

manon was handling it totally fine. until sophia grabbed her arm after school like she was about to drag her to war.

“we’re going to the baseball game,” she said.

“what baseball game?” manon asked.

lara showed up behind them like a ghost. “our school’s varsity team. the pitcher’s really cute apparently.”

megan popped in, “wait. what’s her name again? y/n?”

manon’s soul immediately packed a suitcase.

daniela raised her brows, “oh my god. manon. do you know her??”

“no,” manon said, way too fast.

“she totally does,” yoonchae muttered under her breath.

“i do not,” manon insisted.

“she’s lying,” lara said. “she’s been texting someone for weeks and she won’t say who.”

“what if it is the pitcher,” megan whispered like they’d uncovered a secret love affair.

and before manon could run, scream, or fling herself at megan, she was being marched across campus toward the bleachers by five very nosy girls.

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the game hadn’t even started and manon already wanted the earth to swallow her whole.

she sat in the middle of the row, hoodie up, face burning, heart beating somewhere near her ears. she was absolutely not looking at the field.

except she was.

because there was y/n.

in uniform.

hat low.

glove in hand.

manon immediately forgot how to breathe.

“are you okay?” yoonchae asked.

“totally fine,” manon whispered.

y/n glanced up toward the stands. scanned the bleachers. paused.

then she saw her.

and she smiled.

a slow, knowing, “i see you” kind of smile that made manon want to flip the bleachers and sprint directly into the sun.

and then she waved.

“girl,” daniela gasped. “that was not a casual wave.”

“shut up,” manon muttered.

lara leaned all the way around yoonchae to stare.

“oh my god. it is her.”

“is that who you’ve been texting?” megan asked, full volume, zero shame.

“no,” manon hissed. “can we not do this here—”

daniela pointed.

“look she’s literally looking right at you again.”

y/n was walking onto the mound now. calm. confident. like this was just another normal game and she hadn’t just looked into manon’s eyes and made her heart drop to her stomach.

“i think i just witnessed a romance drama unfold,” yoonchae said.

sophia was already filming.

lara leaned into the nonexistent mic like a news reporter.

“here we have manon. completely in denial. in the presence of her situationship.”

“we’re not a situationship,” manon said.

megan gasped.

“so there is something happening between the both of you guys!”

“oh my god,” manon groaned. “i’m never bringing any of you anywhere again.”

on the field, y/n threw the first pitch.

clean. fast. perfect.

the crowd went wild.

but then—y/n looked up. again.

at her.

and smirked.

sophia grabbed manon’s arm.

“shes so obsessed with you.”

“she is not.”

daniela tilted her head.

“she is. it’s gross. i love it.”

yoonchae waved at y/n just to mess with her.

y/n smiled back.

then pointed.

right at manon.

manon stopped breathing.

“nope,” she whispered. “i’m dead. this is it.”

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the game ended. they won. y/n pitched like she was possessed by the spirit of every sports movie protagonist ever written.

manon didn’t move.

she couldn’t.

she sat there frozen while her friends continued to laugh and replay the footage on their phones like it was the finale of a reality show.

and then she saw y/n walking toward the bleachers.

“look she’s coming this way,” megan whispered.

“shut up,” manon hissed, while pinching the side of megan’s stomach.

y/n was still in uniform, glove tucked under one arm, cheeks pink from the game.

she walked up to her row.

smiling.

“hey,” she said, voice all soft and smug.

manon blinked.

“hey.”

“glad you came.”

“i didn’t know i was coming,” she muttered. “i was dragged here by my friends.”

y/n laughed.

“good thing you were, then.”

then—she reached into her pocket and pulled out a baseball.

white. worn. ink scribbled on the side in messy handwriting.

she held it out to her.

manon stared at it like it was a bomb ready to explode at any second.

she took it slowly.

the writing said:

will you be my girlfriend?

she didn’t speak.

her mouth opened. then closed.

her heart was absolutely losing it.

“you don’t have to say yes,” y/n said, rubbing the back of their neck. “i just figured i’d ask in the most dramatic way possible.”

manon looked up at y/n.

then down at the ball.

then back at her.

“of course, idiot.”

y/n laughed.

her friends screamed.

lara filmed it.

sophia sobbed fake tears.

daniela tried to zoom in on the ball.

megan yelled “WE CALLED IT.”

yoonchae simply said “finally.”

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[whyvaine]

bro let me be so honest rn i have no idea how to use AO3🫩 i think ive gotten too used to wattpad and tumblr LMAO

[whyvaine]

berry much into you— yu jimin

✿ genre: fluff

✿ synopsis: karina sneaks back from tour early to surprise y/n with a picnic full of strawberries, laughter, and sweet, silly moments

stupid cheese cat:

get ready in 10 (˶’ ꒳ ’˶)

y/n blinked down at her phone, heart skipping. karina wasn’t supposed to be back for at least another week. maybe longer. but she knew something was definitely up.

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karina was already halfway down the dorm hallway, wrapped in her biggest hoodie, the hood pulled low over her hair, mask hiding half her face. ningning stood near the stairwell like an agent on some top-secret mission.

“you have thirty minutes,” ningning whispered, eyes sharp. “if anyone asks, you’re at the convenience store buying us snacks.”

“again?” karina said while messing around with her hoodie string, “yes. you’re obsessed. just go.”

karina grinned into her mask, “i love you.”

“who doesn’t?? hurry up romeo before you get caught by management”

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by the time y/n spotted the checkered blanket on the grass, the sun was casting a warm glow that made everything look like a dream. the blanket was soft with a small picnic basket nestled at the center—and karina sitting cross-legged on it, like the most beautiful thing y/n had ever seen.

karina stood when y/n approached, tugging down her mask to reveal cheeks flushed pink from running.

“you’re here,” she said, breathless and glowing.

“you’re insane,” y/n breathed, stepping straight into her arms.

“tour ended early,” karina whispered against her neck, “and all i wanted was to be with you again.”

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they sat down together on the blanket, shoes kicked off, knees barely touching. karina opened the basket with a dramatic sigh.

“essentials only,” she declared.

first: triangle sandwiches, crusts carefully cut off.

“because you mentioned that you hated crust on sandwiches.”

second: peach sparkling drinks, chilled and fizzing. “because your taste in beverages is VERY questionable,”

finally, she pulled out a tupperware filled with glossy, red strawberries.

“and tadaa your greatest weakness.”

“you remembered,” y/n gasped, eyes wide.

karina picked up a strawberry, dipping it lightly in sugar from a tiny hidden container, then held it out.

“say ‘ah’.”

“you’re so annoying,” y/n muttered, but leaned in and bit anyway.

too fast.

the strawberry bumped her nose, leaving a smear just above her lip.

“oh my god,” karina laughed, reaching out before she could stop herself—her thumb brushed the mess away, “you’re adorable,” she finished softly.

y/n just blinked.

“you’re doing this on purpose,” she accused.

“am i?” karina teased sweetly. “are you flustered?”

“no,” y/n lied.

“you so are.” karina’s grin grew wider, proud as ever.

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they shared the rest of the strawberries slowly, savoring every bite—no rush, just brushing hands, feeding each other, pretending they weren’t falling even harder by the second.

then, karina reached into her hoodie pocket.

“wait. i have one more thing.”

she handed y/n a small velvet pouch.

inside, nestled in soft fabric, was a delicate strawberry charm — tiny and gleaming.

y/n stared.

“i saw it at this little shop in japan,” karina said, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly. “and i thought of you. like, immediately. and yeah, i know that sounds embarrassing, but i practiced giving it to you like a few times in the mirror.”

y/n didn’t say a word. instead, she threw her arms around karina’s waist and squeezed tight.

“it’s not embarrassing,” she whispered into the hoodie. “it’s perfect.”

karina rested her chin gently on y/n’s shoulder.

“you’re perfect.”

“one more thing,” karina said softly, pulling out a beat-up polaroid camera.

“stay still.”

“wait—”

click.

“karina!”

“too late.” she shook the photo and grinned as the image developed—y/n mid-laugh, sun in her hair, strawberry charm in her hand.

“gonna tape this to my mirror so i can see you even when i’m on tour,” karina said.

y/n’s voice was quiet. “you’re so obsessed.”

“i literally snuck out for you. what did you expect??”

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karina’s phone buzzed.

ningning:

code red!?! manager is suspicious.

ho you have 10 minutes before he starts calling you

also tell y/n i said hi

karina sighed and stood up. “time to go before i get caught.”

“text me when you’re back, okay?”

“you won’t get rid of me,” karina said, already pulling her hoodie and mask up again. “i’m gonna blow up your phone.”

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that night, y/n lay in bed with the date still stuck in her head and her phone glowing in her hand.

stupid cheese cat:

made it back 🫡

ningning says we owe her big time（´ ∇ ｀''）

also you looked really pretty today

just saying

okay goodnight, cutie

y/n:

you’re insane.

i love you.

sneak out again soon pls ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)