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hello bbgs , i'm going a lil hiatus for a while but when i come back trust i'll be dropping the stuff i promised to yall 🫶🏾

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yall…the feelings i feel rn 😋😋😋

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mi esposa 🫶🏾 😛

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖

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So you say you don't know what to write hmm?😼

(MEGAN AND MANON X FEM!READER)

WHO SAID THAT?!

baby , i would totally start this movie req if i wasn't up to my ears w things i need to get started on i just don’t know how to write them 🫩 , i rlly appreciate the idea however 🫶🏾

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idek how to write anymoreee , i keep rereading my old fics and getting pissed 🫩

but imma feed my bbgs w this catwoman movie we got in the back rn

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KOMOREBI — meret manon bannerman

SEASON ONE : EPISODE ONE ; BROKEN NOSE .

genre ; drama

director notes ; this is more of a prologue so apologies if it’s a bit boring 🫩

disclaimer : blood , reader is mad awkward , basic opening chapter , reader be dissociating fr , NOT PROOFREAD/EDITED , really shitty writing pls don’t jump me

" 恋の予感 ; koi no yokan "

I remember sitting in the counselor's office, the one they told my dad to get me after my mom had passed, before first grade started. I never knew her that well as they were separated , although my dad says I have her eyes, smile, “her everything," he said. That ultraviolet fish tank flashing into my baby browns, watching the bright pink and orange fish racing as if they had the entire space of the ocean in that small, claustrophobic tank.

"What are you thinking about, Y/N?" My counselor's shrill voice knocked me back to where I actually was, the office, and not in the tight fish cage. I shrugged, not wanting to look the lady in the eyes, but she still bent down to meet me anyway. Her coffee-scented breath hit my nose like a Mack truck. "Whenever you're in your head too much," She tapped my temple that was covered by my bunch of locs. "Remember what real life feels like with your five senses."

That night, the only thing I could think about was my mother. I folded my hands out of dad's yellow Bundera while he drove downtown, resting my head on them as the wind whipped my hair roughly. Would I have laughed the same as her? Would we watch the Raiders every Sunday like Dad and I? Would she read me those bedtime stories in different voices, the ones dad couldn't get quite right?

Taking a deep breath, I grounded myself in my senses.

The California air smelled like the salty waves, pushing and pulling sand. It sounded like the passing of the other cars and the faint sounds of Jill Scott coming through the radio. Felt like a wave of humidity sticking to my skin like a thin layer of unwanted thoughts. The lights looked like artificial stars, setting the skyline ablaze as we sped down the highway.

Now, my apartment smells like the cinnamon incense Daniela would light any time she'd come over, and the lingering smell of cannabis. I knew Dad would hate me for smoking that shit. It felt like a heat flash, trapped inside my fur blanket, which Megan let me borrow, the only blanket I have, and a gust of wind from the fan occasionally blew at me before turning across the room. But the place sounded like—

"Y/N!"

Sounded like the murmur of the TV, probably some Zeus Network bullshit that autoplayed, and the abrasive honking of a van. My eyes shot awake, blurred as I tried to kick the blanket off of me. My chest was coated in sweat when the fan hit it. When I opened the window with a heavy tug, I stuck my upper body out, sleep still crusting my eyes.

There they were.

Megan, a former coworker. Her body contorted as she leaned into the driver's window, honking away in short, rhythmic patterns. When I met her, her hair was a ginger, orangish color. Now, it had been dyed enough to only show the pink in the front while the rest of it was black..

Daniela, a girl I had met in middle school, stood beside Megan, dressed in a pair of baggy jean shorts and one of my shirts, which had been cut into a crop top using a pair of kitchen scissors. She waved and pointed her camcorder in my direction and zoomed in, catching how my eyes squinted at the sunlight and how my hair was up in all sorts of directions. Her eyes were a light brown in comparison to my dark ones. I loved how her honey-blond hair waved to her mid-back and managed to smell like coconut shampoo every day.

"You ever look at your voicemails?" God, I hate her voice. I rubbed my eyes with my palms slowly, watching the greens and purples clog my vision before blinking back up to them. "No, Daniela. Cause nobody fucking leaves voicemails anymore!"

My voice cracked, "That's not a thing people do now!" I yelled, straining my voice to prove my point. He said I got that from her as well. "Calm down, babe." Megan finally stopped abusing the car's horn, calling me the nickname I had never given her a response to. "You're gonna miss a free ride to the park if you don't haul ass." She shrugged, hopping back into the driver's seat, honking one last time.

I rolled my eyes, slamming my window shut. Picking up whatever clean clothes I had left from the many hampers around my room before changing outfits. A pair of Lucky You jeans I had spent the rest of my paycheck on, and a Derek Carr Raiders jersey that dad said I'd grow into. I barely did. I brushed my teeth while humming to myself, my bare feet spread across the cold tile like my old therapist told me.

Snatching my keys from the small hook in front of the door, I ran out. My skateboard was tucked between my arm and my side. One shoe was tied and the other was loose as I headed down the stairs, or almost headed down the stairs.

"FUCK!"

My foot missed the step. Of course. I tumbled down hard, each stair feeling as if the cosmos themselves sent a curse onto my body. Every step slammed into my body as my body fell like a human slinky. My face hit the ground, leaving a ringing in my ear and the smell of iron in my nose. The air must've been knocked out of me while I groaned and gasped for oxygen when I flipped around.

I could see Daniela's figure running up to me. "Holy shit, I got that on camera!" She laughed, holding onto the camcorder as if it were fused to her. "How many fingers am I holding up?" Daniela crouched beside me, holding up three fingers, "Dumbass, I'm not concussed." I huffed and sat up onto my scraped elbows with a hiss. "Yet.."

"Are you okay?" An unfamiliar voice spoke up. The sound was softer, grounded, and laced with a thickness one could only find in raw honey. I nodded quickly, face scrunching at the ache it brought, but at least it cleared my vision right up. Her eyes seemingly widened as I looked up, staring at her.

She stood with a fragile box against her hip while her face was covered in fear, and her eyes brown like mine, filled with something, maybe pity. Her skin glowed in the scorching sun like a halo surrounding her whole body. "Ow!" Daniela kicked at my scraped side in an attempt to cease my long staring session. I began to brush myself off, but stopped when I noticed the blood droplets on the white of the jersey. I lifted my hand, rubbing my nose, feeling the blood gush into my palm, "Oh, shit!" I scrambled to my feet, wiping the bodily fluid onto my way-too-expensive jeans. She placed the box down, backing away from me as my nose dripped.

"Pinch your nose, it's gonna leak everywhere." Her voice sounded clearer now, sounding like a Tylenol to my throbbing head. I slammed my fingers over my nose, breathing through my mouth, which tasted faintly of metal. "You okay now?"

She looked like a model, her face was soft and full of expression as she stared at me. Her curly hair was pulled back into a rushed bun, and her lips were covered in a gloss. She smelled like freshly washed laundry. Even with my bloodied, stuffed nose, I could tell.

"Fuck, yeah I'm--yeah."

I smiled dopily, my teeth smeared in blood. Daniela laughed. I turned to look at the Latina, "I'm putting this in the video." My hand quickly came back to the lens, swatting at it. "Turn that shit off for two seconds, Dani."

I stuck my clean hand out for her to shake. It was obvious that she was trying hard not to laugh, "I'm Y/N." She slowly nodded, ignoring my hand. "Yeah, I kinda heard them yelling it..." She pointed at the two in the back.

"Right...yeah..." I laughed, hand still out, and finally she shook it, feeling my sweaty palm, "I'm Manon. I'm in the apartment 65C, I'm still moving things in..."

Manon, you mentally repeated, drilling it into your brain to live there permanently. "That's a really pretty name." I let go, her fingers dragging against my palm. She didn't say anything, just stared at my leaking nose and crimson hand. I was too nervous to say much of anything either, so we stood there until the feeling of fast food napkins hit my chest with a thud, thanks to Daniela. "I live across from you, I think, 65B." You rocked against your heel as she raised her eyebrows and nodded awkwardly.

I stuffed tissue into my nose, clogging the blood. "Sorry, I didn't expect to bust my ass in front of someone so beautiful," I smirked crookedly, a flash of my red teeth still peeking out, I'm sure. Manon chuckled, a hand covering her mouth, "You fall enough times to have pick-up lines ready or what?"

I shook my head, the throbbing returned, and through squinted eyes, I spoke again, "No, I usually take a lot longer to think about what I say, but I think I might actually be concussed." Reaching for my board, I heard Manon scoff, the sound reaching in between my ribs, making my heart sputter.

"Well, you were in a rush, so I guess I'll let you go." She picked up the box, heading up the stairs carefully, "Wait, are you free tomorrow?" I didn't think long before the words flooded out of my mouth. I clenched my fist, knocking it against the railing.

"Depends..." Manon dragged, half curious, half cautious. "I just wanted to know if you'd be down with going on a trip with us?" I grimaced. Maybe I did have a concussion.

"Is this some kind of kidnapping ritual thing or--" "No! No! We're just going out of the city for a while, and you don't look from here, so I thought I'd offer to show you places." I rambled.

"Uh.." Manon looked at the van, me, then at the dumbasses inside the van, "Sure." She dragged the 's' a little longer than I had expected before my face brightened up. "Great, I'll see you then." She waved, and I shot a thumbs-up before she walked back to her door, propped open with another box.

As soon as she was gone, I slapped my forehead. "Wow!" Daniela laughed, camera now off. "That was the worst flirting I've ever seen."

special viewers : @kianthegirlkisser @runm3over

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i forgot i moved shit around in my room, my computer is facing my door — i rlly don’t need folks walking behind me while im writing these stories . . .

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n if i were to make a batman!reader x catwoman!lara .. ykw nvm

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happy gf day to all my moots and followers 🫶

and most importantly to my lovely gf manon 😋

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would u perhaps....wanna be moots?

yessss , of course !

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wassuppppppppp

-queer squidward

we meet again , queer squiddy

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omg ur katseye theme is so gorgjusssssssss

oh em geee , thank you babe !!

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feeding yall before a hiatus 💔🥀 (ignore the notes i be giving myself cause my brain is fried)

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KOMOREBI — meret manon bannerman

" 恋の予感 ; koi no yokan "

synop . . . in which manon watches you fall down your stairs .

genre . . . drama , comfort

disclaimer . . . masc!skater!blk!reader , daniela x reader mentioned ( a lot ) , slow burn , weed smoking , drinking , skateboarding , injuries , jealousy , beaches , reader has tattoos , sleeping naked ig , slapping , drunken confessions , unrequited love , reader got daddy issues gulp

movie notes . . . this was an original idea i had a year ago with original characters but i decided to turn it into my silly lil movie for manon . i've been wanting to make this since the eighties vro .

OO1 : BROKEN NOSE .

OO2 : ROAD TRIPS IN A WHITE VAN .

OO3 : SHITTY TUBI MOVIES .

OO4 : LESSONS .

OO5 : I SEE YOU IN MY DREAMS . *

OO6 : DON JULIO .

OO7 : MISSED CALLS .

OO8 : DEAR MANON ,

*suggestive content

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cooking two emotionally devious movies fer my bbgs 😛

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she want me yall 😸

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