#lara raj x reader

[silverlakee]

texts with gf!lara ♡*•

• random texts you send eachother

• suggestive

• requests are open! will do fake texts / headcannons for any group

[sillymommy6969]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ BREAKIN' BONES ᝰ! S.L.

trying to be subtle and secret with sophia!

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ ❪ 𝑦𝑡 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑜. ❫ ｡ sophia laforteza x f!r 𖥔 fluff ── disclaimers: katseye 7th member au (read in dark mode!) / pt. one, two / ℭatalogue

N/NFIZ NOT BOTHERING TO HIDE THEIR RELATIONSHIP ANYMORE FOR 14 MINUTES GAY (p.s. happy n/nfiz anny!)

100.2k likes | 580k views | 13th Feb, 25

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip one: [ YT VIDEO ] Halloween w/ KATSEYE!

Sophia, you, Daniela, Lara and Yoonchae (in that order) sat along the table of decorated ornaments. Five pumpkins sat before you, carving tools laid around it. Quickly, the five of you got to work designing personalized jack-o-lanterns, but being the middle children you were, you and Daniela seemed to have declared a war on pumpkin guts.

“Oh--Dani, stop!” you squealed, dodging another handful of guts hurled your way. “They’re gonna have to clean this up!”

It didn’t stop you from scooping a new chunk of pumpkin to slap on Daniela’s hand. The Latina’s dancer reflexes kicked in, jerking her hand away, along with her pumpkin. She screamed, her shrill shriek ringing and blowing out the microphones taped to her back. Lara, who sat on Daniela’s other side, leaning back into her chair to avoid Daniela’s swinging arms.

[ oml you can’t take these two anywhere- ]

Yoonchae eyed Sophia on your end of the table, the editor for Katseye emphasized how fearful Lara and Yoonchae seemed, before editing a fake knight’s armour on Sophia.

“Okay, okay, Dani, that’s enough!” Sophia stretched an arm out, keeping the latter from slamming anymore pumpkin guts into you. You stuck your tongue out when the Latina scoffed in disbelief, gesturing towards you as Sophia gave her a stern look. The blonde narrowed her eyes, clenching her jaw as she sat back down. You shot her a taunting smirk, as Sophia helps clean whatever leftover pumpkin was on you.

“Why am I the one getting yelled at, she literally started it!” Daniela whined, pursing her lips. “That’s not fair!”

“Dani, if I hear another word from you, I’m putting you on Megan duty the next week.” Megan duty was the rotation Lara explained on live a few days ago, where each member helps take care of Megan and anything she needed because of her back. The redhead could be a real piece of work though, especially since the injury had not dimmed her big personality. “No more messing around, Avanzini, I’m warning you.”

[ mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. mommy? sor-- *gunshots* ]

Sophia brushed your arm of anything else, before holding out a bag for you to dump your guts into. Daniela sulked the rest of that video, in a sour mood because she got in trouble with the leader for something you had obviously started.

“You know better than to mess with y/n when Sophia’s around, Dani, that’s on you.” Lara snorted, earning a harsh swat to the arm from the girl. “Hey--! I’m just saying, she’s untouchable.”

“Hey, you’re exaggerating,” Sophia groaned, “I was just tryna stop the two of them from fighting.”

You looped your arm under the Filipina’s, laying your head on her shoulder as you carved a face into your pumpkin. You chuckled along at the older’s attempts to defend herself, but all five of you (and eyekons too) knew better than that.

“Oh, yeah? Then why am I always stuck getting in trouble when y/n threw the first punch?” The blonde loudly protested, “Last night, y/n and I were making a late night snack at like three am, and when y/n accidentally dropped a pot and woke up the whole dorm, I got banned from the kitchen for the next week because Sophia found some food on the counter when she came downstairs.” Before Sophia could defend herself, Daniela held a finger up to her face to silence her. “y/n did not get punished for waking everybody up, but I can’t make toast on the kitchen now cuz there were crumbs on the table.”

“You made the kitchen super messy! It was horrid.”

“No it wasn’t! There were crumbs, that was it, at least I wasn’t the one who woke up Yoonchae.” If you couldn’t tell, Daniela was still quite bitter for Sophia getting you out of trouble with the dorm’s drill sergeant. “Yoonchae wouldn’t talk to me all day after, but y/n got off scotch free ‘cuz Sophia was there.”

“Dani, you’re so dramatic. It was not that deep,” she scoffed.

Daniela stood, pointing and swinging her carving knife at the cameras, “Eyekons, if you guys are watching this, find every single time y/n and I have messed around and only I get in with Sophia for it. I swear, there has to be a million out there, so please feel free to send it to me on Weverse.”

[ the war dani started with this is insane eyekonville really went to work for this (there was a 16 minute video of it on weverse) ]

“You’re just salty ‘cuz you’re a loser,” you bit back.

“n/n, I swear to God, I’m going to jab this into your ear,” the blonde threatened, holding the knife towards your head. She was quickly stopped by Sophia, who clicked her tongue and instructed for her to sit with a harsh glare. Lara began laughing hysterically at the Filipina proving Daniela right. “Man--screw this, Chip, switch seats with me right neow.”

[ poor dani… best be known y/n has her own bodyguard ]

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip two: [ VLOG ] y/n day w/ Katseye! (09:16)

“Hey, guys, it’s seven in the morning of y/n day!” She cheered and hollered under her breath, clapping her hands softly. “The girls are up and getting ready right now, but y/n’s still sleeping. We have a whole day planned for her today, so we need to stay quiet and make sure we don’t ruin the surprise.”

The members each occupied a section of the vlog, individually tasked to do different errands to make for a smooth transition into the surprise party they had planned for your birthday.

Manon and Daniela were sent to grab decorations, Megan and Yoonchae were asked to prepare the food and Sophia put it upon herself to get you the gifts alone. Lara volunteered to distract you for the morning whilst the girls got ready for the party, her planning a whole trip to the spa and then a massage place as a “birthday treat”, and you, of course, agreed.

“Okay, last month, y/n and I were out walking around this exact mall, and she saw these ugg sliders that she really wanted.” Sophia held the camera, looking past the lens at where she was going. She was strolling through a mall alone, people seen walking past and behind her. “So, I’m gonna go get them so she can keep her feet warm this winter.”

[ when she remembers small things >>>>>>>>> ]

She greets the worker standing by the door, quickly going to the section the two of you frequented the last time you were there. The shoes you wanted were still there, she picked a pair up, asking one of the staff for your size.

Once she had paid for them, not even bothering to check what the price was. She bid the employees goodbye, before smiling into the camera at a successful start.

[ where’s my sophia laforteza… it’s not fair y/n gets her ]

“They were almost out of stock, I’m so lucky… Okay, guys, we’re now moving to Sephora. I noticed n/n’s running out of her favourite perfume, it’s a gift she got from her mom so I’m going to get her another so she can refill that bottle,” Sophia announced, her voice peppy with excitement, “Bear with me here, I’m about to leave this place with so many bags.”

The vlog cuts to Sophia setting the camera down on a makeup table, she had a tiny Sephora basket in hand.

“I’m back, and I’m gonna give you guys a haul of what I got for y/n, okay?” She started rummaging through the basket of products, before pulling out a makeup palette. “So, Lara told me this new palette was good, she’s been trying out new brands and stuff so she wanted me to get this for y/n. Megan and Yoonchae already got y/n this self-care basket, so I’m getting the face masks they wanted to put in. I know Manon and Dani definitely have more of an ‘experiential’ gift planned, but--Oh! Here’s the perfume y/n loves.”

She held a beautiful box up, opening it to reveal the bottle within. It looked expensive, just based off the packaging.

[ that thing is half my rent >:0)) sophia really don’t play when it comes to spoiling her girl ]

“I called up mama l/n last night just to make sure this was the right one. I can’t wait to see y/n’s face when she gets this, she’s gonna be so happy,” Sophia gazed down at the perfume bottle in her hand, smiling sheepishly. “I can’t believe she’s turning XX, it feels like I’ve seen this beautiful, sweet woman grow up and into herself. I’m so happy to apart of it.”

[ only y/n has sophia giddy like that in the middle of sephora ]

“Anyways, I think we’re good here. I just need to pick up one more package--it’s gonna be a surprise for when y/n opens it later, even you guys aren’t allowed to see it yet.”

Later in the video, we see Daniela and Manon set things up in the dorm’s backyard. They set up an arch with your age on it, tables of food Megan and Yoonchae almost burnt down the house whilst preparing, and Sophia had set the wrapped and bagged gifts on another table. The mystery gift sat front and centre amidst the pile, a purple and (your colour) bow on it. It was almost golden hour, and the lights around the garden dimly lit the area perfectly. It looked perfect, and Sophia was beyond excited to welcome you--her birthday girl--home.

“Remind me to get Lara mad snacks later, she’s done such a good job keeping y/n busy all day, like, ‘phew’!” Manon sighed, dragging the back of her hand down her forehead.

“Yeah, she rocks at this. n/n gets a nice little spa day before coming home to all this.” Daniela cooed, “We spoil her.”

“Our girl deserves it,” Sophia replied softly, “It’s been a year.”

[ it’s actually pulsing her name in morse code im so single ]

Yoonchae hummed, “y/n has worked so hard this year.” She turned to the camera set on the girls just lounging around, “She loves Katseye and she loves Eyekons, so I’m sure she will love spending this special birthday with you all as well!”

When you finally came home, you walked into the yard per Lara’s guidance. You immediately gasped, the girls tackling you in a hug with a loud, unanimous, “Surprise!”

“Oh my--So this is ‘work’, huh?” You eyed Lara, who shrugged.

You gave each of them a hug, and when it came to Sophia, she wrapped her arms tightly around your neck, swaying you as you chuckled at her refusal to let you go. “Fia, I can’t breathe.”

She pulled away, cupping your cheeks. She gave you a beam as your hands dropped to her waist. “Come on!”

[ they are in love your honour, cade closed ]

As you soaked in the set up of everything the girls had prepared, the video dragged on with celebrations, fun activities, a little heartfelt moment of you thanking everybody before you got a little video message from your parents. The video brought you to tears, and Sophia immediately hopped out of her seat on the end of the couch to engulf you in a big hug, shielding you from the cameras as you composed yourself. She brushed your hair out of your face. “Come on, y/n, don’t cry--Let’s go open some gifts!”

You started unwrapping each gift, thanking each individual member for their respective presents. Sophia watches, a small, genuine smile paired with a soft gaze as she watched you happily unveil your gifts. The moment didn’t escape eyekons.

[ this single-handedly proved how down bad sophia was ]

It wasn’t until it came down to the mysterious gift, it wasn’t big, but just a tiny box with a bow of your colours on it. You immediately looked up at Sophia, getting an encouraging grin back as you pulled apart the paper. You popped open the box, and the camera zooms in on whatever is in hand.

A black key fob, with a small golden mustang at the bottom.

All five girls gasped, immediately crowding around you with looks of disbelief as the room fell silent for a moment. You looked up at Sophia, who just flashed you that innocent, wide smile. “Sophia, what the fuck.”

“Happy birthday, mahal.” she stated casually.

“You got me my dream car?” you scoffed, immediately throwing yourself onto the Filipina. You wrap your arms around her, practically suffocating her in a tight hug. “Sophia, holy shit, you should not have done this!”

[ get you a millionaire girlfriend who loves you huh ]

“I know you’ve been saving for it, but I figured I’d use the money I’ve saved to sponsor you instead. My parents helped a bit. They say ‘happy birthday’, by the way.” Sophia brushed some tears, now of joy, out of your eyes.

[ the in laws are in love with y/n as well they’re so fairy tale couple JUST COME OUT ALREADY ]

“We can finally match like fast and furious!” Daniela squealed.

You sniffled, unwilling to let a chuckling Sophia go. She rubbed your back, running a hand through your hair as you gave her a tight squeeze. “I can’t believe it, that’s too much!”

“It doesn’t matter, as long as you’re happy.” Sophia stated.

“Happy? Fia, I can’t even begin to describe how grateful to you I feel right now,” you stayed stuck to Sophia, front pressed against hers as the other girls cooed. Finally, Manon clasped her hands together, “Okay, are we taking this baby out for a joyride, or are we leaving it to rust in the garage?”

You held the keys up, grabbing Sophia’s hand. “Say no more.”

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip three: [ ELLE ] Phoning it in w/ y/n of Katseye!

“Hello, I’m y/n l/n from Katseye, and today I’m going to be prank calling my friends, family and team. This is Phoning It In with ELLE.” you introduced yourself, smiling from ear-to-ear as the series intro sounded. First came the screen of you with your bandmates at your recent MAMA performance, the words, “Katseye members” appeared onscreen.

“Okay, I need to figure out who to call--If I call Manon or Dani, they probably won’t pick up, so… I think I’ll call Sophia. Sophia will answer.” you tapped on her contact name, holding the phone out, ringing for “Laffy <3”.

[ the nickname and the heart?? y/n you’re sick for this ]

The line rings for a second before, “Hey, mahal.”

[ mahal???????? sophia laforteza the woman you are ]

“Hey, Fia, I’m not distracting you from anything important right now, am I?” After a quick denial from Sophia, you continued, “Okay, so, I know I’m in the middle of media day, but I really, really, really need to ask a big favour from you.”

Sophia hummed, “Okay… whatever you need, lay it on me.”

You catch the staff swooning at Sophia’s sweet tone, biting your lip. You tried not to giggle, as to not give the prank away, but the way the women in the corner of the room were cooing at the Filipina’s words was all you could see.

“So basically, I’m in the bathroom at ELLE’s warehouse right now, and I kind of need you to bring me some pants.”

Sophia paused for a moment, and you squeezed your eyes shut as you held in laughter. Bless her heart, she must be so confused. “You need me to bring you… pants? Why, honey, did you sit on something? Did you lose them somehow?”

You couldn’t hold back the single chuckle leaving your lips, “No, I was eating this big thing of chocolate before I got on set, so I left it on my chair when I went to work. The heat was cranked up high and the chocolate was open. When I came back, I forgot I put it there and kinda sat on it… Now I just look like a little kid who couldn’t hold it in, so I really need you to bring me some fresh pants before somebody sees.”

Sophia was never one to laugh at another’s misfortune, especially not yours. You knew she would be a fun person to prank because she’d be oh so eager to help little old you.

“Okay, I’m just at lunch with Dani right now, but I’ll be there as soon as I can. Which pair do you want me to bring?”

[ the way she immediately drops everything… im folding ]

You hummed, pretending to be in thought, “I don’t know.”

You could hear her getting up from sitting and packing up her things, before her keys jingled. Her phone was quickly snatched from her hands, as given away by the loud, “Hey!”, she let out. A familiar cackle sounded from the line, putting a big, amused grin on your face.

“Oh my God, you stoopid! There’s no way you’re trapped looking like you [bleep] yourself at ELLE. Take a pic, this is going on our wall of iconic moments.”

You rolled your eyes, “Absolutely not, Avanzini. Now, give the phone back to Sophia, I’m on a mission here.”

“No--! I want to see a pic, please!” she whined.

“Dani--Give me that!” A brief struggle could be heard from the other end, you buried your face in your free hand as the two bickered childishly for Sophia’s phone. You were glad this was at least the kind of entertaining ELLE was looking for, but you couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed at the humorous unprofessionalism your twenty year old bandmates were showing. “Eat your food, I’m gonna go get y/n her pants. You better not go crazy at the ice cream shop when I’m gone.”

You snorted out loud, knowing Daniela, she was definitely planning on it. “Fia, honey, I need to tell you one more thing.”

Sophia hummed, “Anything, mahal. What is it?”

[ the pet name, my knees bucked… MY KNEES BUCKED ]

“This is a prank, I’m sitting with ELLE right now, this is Phone It In.” You hear Daniela’s faint groan of disappoint, before Sophia shushed her. “I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t mean to ruin your lunch plans, but I figured you’d be most likely to pick up between the six of you.”

[ mahal? honey? they’re so domestic coded please-- ]

Daniela scoffed, “Hey! I definitely would’ve picked up.”

“It’s okay, y/n. If you were anybody else, I’d be mad at you for taking advantage of my kindness,” she teased, “But I’m just glad you didn’t actually sit on chocolate and look like you crapped your pants on a media day.”

“I know, I’m sorry. You guys enjoy lunch though, I’ll make it up to you soon.” You held the phone away from your face, looking down in anticipation of the leader’s response.

“Sounds good. I love you. Have fun pranking other people, mahal, I’ll see you at home.” Sophia made kissy noises.

“I love you too. See you guys.” You smiled, before hanging up.

[ felt like i was interrupting something while i was editing ]

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip four: [ WEVERSE LIVE ] 14/01/25 Sophia (13:05)

“Yes, I’ve seen Wicked. y/n and I went together last week, it changed my life.” Sophia commented, digging into the snacks laid out before her. She tilted her black Katseye hat up, her hood draped over the front. “y/n looked at me like i was crazy ‘cuz I was full on sobbing at the end. She still gave me hugs and bought me ice cream, so I forgive her.”

[ she looks so content talking about their date i can’t ]

“Speaking of, I’m pretty sure our girl’s on her way here… she just texted me she’s off work.” Sophia smiled, doing a little dance as she glanced back at the chat. “Yeah, looks like you guys are just as excited to see her as I am.”

user01 she’s immediately in a good mood when her wife’s otw

user02 she’s so real for giggling like this

user03 it’s y/n so i completely get it sophia

user04 MY PARENTS ARE COMING TOGETHER??

“Oh, yes, I’m pretty sure y/n and I are gonna see Gladiator 2 later tonight. She’s really into that one actor… Pedro Pascal?” Sophia mentioned, “She loves star wars and stuff, so when she heard the guy in The Mandalorian is gonna be in Gladiator, she’s making me go. Haven’t seen the first one, but guess I’ll find out what happens along the way.”

[ A WOMAN A WOMAN A WOMA-A-A-A-AN ]

As Sophia conversed and entertained the fans, you would eventually arrive at Geffen. In one of the many meeting rooms Sophia seemed to be occupying then, you knocked, hearing a soft gasp from the other side of the door.

Sophia glanced at the phone, “y/n’s here!”

She wheeled her chair out of frame, pulling the door open. Standing in your outfit with two cups of coffee, you greeted her. “Well, hello, stranger. I got you a little treat.”

The two of you come back into frame, you handed Sophia one of the cups. She held it up to her nose for a sniff.

She gasped, “Oh my God, is this a--?”

“Hazel nut latte? Absolutely. I made sure they put whipped cream and chocolate syrup on top,” you answered. You waved at the phone, “Anyway, I thought I’d come and keep you and the chat company before we leave for Gladiator.”

user05 Y/N COME HOME THE KIDS MISS YOU

user06 i’m no longer a child of divorce

user07 why is nobody talking abt y/n knowing sophia’s order?

“We were just talking about Gladiator. The eyekons are wondering what we’re doing for dinner after,” Sophia read, casually grabbing at your hips to sit you on her lap as the two of you scanned the screen. “Also they’re asking about your Pedro Pascal obsession.”

user08 omg the way sophia grabbed her waist

user09 SEDATE ME THAT WAS MUSCLE MEMORY

user10 idk who i want to be more rn

The two of you didn’t seem bothered by the comments flooding into the chat, especially those about your close proximity. Eventually, it was time for the two of you to leave for your plans, though the fans were sad to part with you.

On Weverse, Sophia posted lots of photos of you posing with Pedro Pascal on Gladiator 2 posters. Even some of the two of you standing in line for food, with your arms around her and your cheeks pressed together.

[ i can make so many of these videos #n/nfiz is definitely real ]

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ ❪ 𝖈alliope 𝖘peaks! ❫ 。 succumbing to popular demand once again, so here’s breakin’ dishes pt. 3! i do enjoy making these a lot and knowing you guys love them is fantastic. let me know what else you wanna see. happy reading! xx

@sillymommy6969 © ──────────── Feb 2025

[spiderb00]

netflix and (not) chill

Lara Raj x reader 

“It was a good idea to watch a movie with your girlfriend, until you complimented one of the characters” 

Genre – Fluff   Warnings – None  (request)

Now playing – The boy is mine, By Ariana Grande 

"Okay, I think we've got it all here!" You said, walking up to your girlfriend, Lara, who was sitting on the couch in your apartment.   

Lara loved to go to your loft, it was cozy and away from the noise of the Kats. Not that she didn't love those girls, but whenever you two needed some alone time, this was the perfect place. Today, you and your girlfriend were in deep relaxation mode, and all you wanted was to watch a good movie and snuggle up together on the couch. 

The smell of the homemade pizza you two made was all over the air, and the bottle of wine you'd opened was already ready to be poured into the fancy glasses you'd bought for dates like this. It was Lara's turn to choose the movie, so after a long conversation she decided that you would see "Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham", an Indian movie, which according to Lara was "One of the best movies I've ever seen!", so you gladly accepted, excited to know more about your girlfriend's movie tastes and culture. 

"Then come join me, baby." Lara said as she patted the seat next to her on the couch.   

With excitement, you sat down quickly on the couch, snuggling next to Lara as you handed her a glass of wine, which you had poured.   

"All right, we can start." You say, before you press play, Lara turned her head in your direction.   

"Okay, listen to me, cutie. Whatever you're thinking of doing, save it for after the movie, I really want to watch it until the end." Lara said, knowing your history of almost never watching the movies until the end when the two of you are alone.   

"I promise, I wasn't even thinking about it, pretty girl." You say, showing your pinky, hoping that Lara would intertwine hers with yours. 

With a snort and a laugh of amusement, Lara intertwined her pinky with yours, pulling you lightly towards her and giving a small kiss on your lips.   

"See, you're the one who always starts-"   

"Shii, the movie is going to start." Lara said, smiling at the red-haired girl's antics, you started watching the movie, taking sips of wine and eating your slices of pizza.   

The movie was fantastic, you couldn't remember the last time you were so involved in such a long movie. You loved the filmography, the character development, the story, everything was simply artistic and very well thought out. Lara would make some comments about the movie occasionally, just talking about how she loved some scene and how she remembered watching the movie with her parents and sister.   

You really understood why she spoke so highly of the film, it was really captivating. You laughed when one of your favorite characters appeared on the scene, playing her role beautifully and making everything look funny and professional at the same time. You learned that the actress's name was Kajol (courtesy of Lara), and she played Anjali Raichand, married to Rahul, one of the main characters. 

"She's so funny." You said, a harmless compliment. "It's kind of charming, she's very beautiful." Another innocent compliment, at least for you.    

Lara, who was very focused on the film, had her attention diverted for the first time. Had you just said that a woman was beautiful in front of her? I mean, she knows she's an actress, and she's a lot older than you, and that you're probably never going to see each other in your life, but so what? Had you just said that a woman was beautiful in front of your girlfriend?  

You continued with your attention focused on the movie, not even noticing the enraged look your girlfriend was giving you right now. You know Lara is jealous from birth, but you didn't mean it badly, you just innocently let it out.   

Stretching your arm to place it on Lara's shoulder, you quickly felt the Indian girl shrug her shoulders, a silent motion to get you off her. Looking at her, you saw her arms crossed over her chest, the girl's eyebrows were furrowed, and for a moment you wondered if you had done something wrong.   

"Baby, what's wrong?" You asked, puppy eyes looking at the girl who seemed indifferent to your doubts.   

"Nothing, I'm just too hot here to be hugged." Lara said, shrugging once again, the girl's eyes glued to the TV. Oh, something was very wrong.   

When the movie was finally over, you stood up, putting the dirty dishes and glasses in the sink and coming back to tell Lara that you would go upstairs to the room in a minute, only to no longer find the fire-haired girl on the couch. Confused, you went back to the kitchen, washing everything very quickly and going up even faster.   

When you entered the room, you saw your girlfriend already in her pajamas, one of your shirts - which were too big on her - and only a black panty. Getting closer, you crawled until you were on top of the distracted girl on her phone, starting to distribute kisses down the back covered by the fabric of her (your) shirt. 

"You look so pretty in my clothes, baby" You said, startled as your girlfriend quickly turned on the bed, knocking you off her.   

"I thought I wasn't pretty enough for you." Lara says, getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom, starting to smear some skin care products on her face.    

Dazed on the bed, you stood up, still trying to process why she would have said that. 

"Baby, I don't understand. What does that mean?" You asked, scratching the back of your neck, leaning against the bathroom door frame.   

"Ask Anjali." That was all the Indian girl had to say to make you know why she was acting like that.  

"Baby, no. Please, let's not do that." You said, throwing your head back before approaching the girl who was looking at herself in the mirror of your bathroom, putting your arms around her waist.   

"Do what? I thought you thought she was pretty. Why don't you ask her what you were going to ask for me?!" Lara says, turning around in your arms and arching an eyebrow as she looks at you.  

Deciding to mess with the girl, you shrug, taking your hands from her waist and turning around to leave the bathroom.   

"Alright, do you know if she has Instagram? Maybe I'll DM her..." 

You barely finished speaking when you felt a tug on your shirt, pulling you back into the bathroom and pinning you against the sink.   

"YOU WHAT?" Lara said, a smile starting to escape you. "Yn, I swear if you laugh I'll snatch that little smile off your face!" Lara said, pointing at you with the sharp nails she wore.   

"Wow, calm down Freddy Krueger, I was just kidding." You said laughing and taking Lara's hand in yours.   

"What did you just call me?" Cutting off the red-haired girl's speech, you kissed Lara in surprise. 

Lara gave a small punch on your shoulder before giving herself completely to the kiss. You knew she wasn't really mad, she just wanted a little reminder that she was the woman of your life, and that you would always be with her.   

"Are you calmer?" You said, hugging the Indian girl and kissing the top of her head. "Look, there might be a thousand beautiful girls all over the world, they got nothin’ on you, baby." You said, rocking your body along with hers in your arms.   

"Did you just recite Bruno Mars?" Lara said, looking up to meet your eyes. A smile on your face, making the shortest girl mirror your action. 

"Of course, he gets the message across." You said, winking at her. But letting out a little "Auch" when the girl slaps you again, this time on your biceps.    

 "If a thousand beautiful girls were around you, you'd be wearing a blindfold."  

Oh, how you loved this woman. 

Hey guys, I love this request! It sure is Crazy Girl!Lara and Yn coded.

Speaking of movies, have you seen the Golden Globes? What did you think? I was particularly happy for Fernanda Torres and Demi Moore. I was hoping that Mikey Madison would win something from Anora, bc everyone was saying she looked fantastic in the movie, but maybe next time.

stay safe, I just learned about fires in LA, and I'm sending all the positive energy to the people who were affected by this.

xoxo, spider.

[yunazxxx]

kissin’ on my tattoos —

you were booked and busy all day, you couldn’t really find time to fit anyone else in during your business hours, but you did somehow find some time to fit one more person in just before you closed shop for the night.

now playing : kissin’ on my tattoos by august alsina

(📓) client!lara, tattoo artist!reader, fem!reader, gp!lara, masturbation, unprotected sex, teasing, edging, lara’s hella flirty, top!reader, body worshipping, subby!lara, creampie, slight degrading, etc possibly?

(💚) listen lara’s tattoos have me going FERAL. i need her biblically like this really isn’t a joke anymore…

(wc) 2k — prev katz works

—

“another late night” you sighed to yourself, your coworker looked at you from cleaning up their station, “i mean, you only have one client left, they may be fast”

you nodded as they spoke, “there’s no guarantee though, you know how things like this goes” — you said and they nodded.

to be honest, you were so unbelievably tired. you asked your client hours beforehand to send what she wanted so you could print out the stencil and have it ready for her.

it was multiple different tattoos so you just sighed to yourself, hoping that she didn’t want any color because, well you’d have to go in the back for that and find it.

as time slowly began to pass, the time for your next client to come, had as well. you were sitting on your phone, pretty much manspreading when you heard the front door chime, and a soft “hello?” come from the front.

you went up there and greeted her, “hi, i’m lara” and you nodded, “nice to meet you”, you took her over to her station and you two began to talk.

you weren’t sure if it was her aroma or scent, or hell anything in particular. something attracted her to you, while you two specified the area of her tattoo lara would look you up and down, bite her lip sometimes, giggle a lot. kind of, flirting? you tried to remain professional, of course, but it was kind of hard.

she wanted a tattoo on her waist, at first she asked if you all did them and you explained that you did as long as the client wanted that. — you asked lara to remove her jeans, and she did. you were surprised to see she had on boxers, but honestly, you saw the brand through her pants, which were low waisted.

you asked for permission before pulling her boxers off of her, and you covered her up with a towel, aside from the area you needed.

you again printed the stencil, this time making sure it was the right one before beginning the lining on lara’s waist, you had the indian woman sit at a specific angle to make sure you got it right.

she wanted it from her waist, down to her thigh, so it was a pretty long tattoo, especially for the first one, of many. she kind of twitched a little while you used the pencil to sketch out the start of the tattoo.

you held her hips down, and looked up at her, “are you okay? wanna start somewhere else?” you asked and she shook her head, “no no, go on” and you nodded. — you continued with your process, successfully finishing the lining of her tattoo.

now you had to get the ink ready in the pen, “do you want any color?” you casually asked, but you being faced the opposite direction and also being far away from her, lara didn’t really hear you.

“ma’am?” you called out to her, “hm?” — “did you want any color?”, and she thought for a bit, “give me the color you think suits me best” and you nodded, “okay”

you left to the back and came with a random color you felt would be the best fit, you held lara down in a specific angle, but you were gentle with her.

while you moved the pen on her body, you subconsciously cooed to her, saying she was doing good already and other little praises for not moving too much. — which in your head, meant nothing, but in lara’s head, it was much more.

you held her hand the further you went down, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to hold your clients hands during tattoos. — lara whined a bit the closer you got to finishing.

“hold still for me, okay beautiful? i’m almost done” you softly said, and squeezed her hand a bit to give her some reassurance while you finished up.

you wiped any access ink there was, and finished off that area. once you finished, lara let you go. “uhm, could i go to the restroom?” — “mhm, its all the way in the back towards the left” and she got up, grabbing her clothes then went towards the bathroom.

you moved back over to the couch you were just sitting in and sighed to yourself, trying to calm down and not think about anything else. — over in the restroom, the indian woman was fighting for her life.

she had a boner — she couldn’t even attempt to hide it if she wanted to, poor baby was so embarrassed she just sat in the bathroom and tried thinking about anything to take her mind off it.

each time she’d get to a certain thought, she’d think about you and how you cooed to her. the way you praised her, even for the simplest things.

lara put back on her boxers, hoping it wouldn’t be too bad, and also slipped back on her jeans. she looked in the mirror and decided to just wrap her jacket around her waist before walking back out.

“hi” she softly said, making you look back at her, “hey, are you ready for the next one?” you asked, smiling to her as she nodded.

“just here for now” she said, circling the area she wanted the next tattoo. you nodded. as she sent you the next tattoo she wanted. "you're actually doing bette than a lot of my other clients" you said casually, and it was true.

they'd either be a bit too scared to approach, get the tattoo done or they're not sure what they actualy want until after you've already sketched out on their body. — and let's not talk about the placement, because they always change it last minute. it drives you crazy.

the more you casually praised lara, the harder it was for her to just play it off. again, she excused herself to the bathroom, of course you’re not gonna say no, so she went. — you finished printing out the picture and began getting everything ready while she was there.

now what lara was experiencing was the last thing you’d expect. she had another boner, this time it wasn’t as easily avoidable. she had to do something about it because the longer it would just rub against the fabric of her boxers and jeans, just listening to the way you praised her, she’d cum in her pants.

the indian woman asked for about ten minutes and you said sure, because hell to be honest, you had no where else to go. she was your last client and despite how tired you previously felt, it’s all gone away now.

lara quickly removed her jeans, pulling her cock from her boxers and began slowly stroking herself. she tried thinking about literally anything that could rush this process, speeding up her hands.

her mind kept going back to you, and she would twitch each time she’d think about you. — you’d soon hear the whimpering coming from the bathroom, going back there to check on lara but, she never gave you a verbal answer.

you announced you were coming in, only to find lara jerking off while moaning your name, her vision was blurry due to how needy she was, and honestly. it was late, no one else was coming in, why not help her out?

you walked closer to lara, and you wrapped your hands around her cock, using your other hand and pulling her into a kiss. she was much louder now, her vision going in and out, noticing it was you touching her.

she removed her hands, poor loser trying to take your clothes off so she would feel you better, closer, and deeper.

you removed your bottoms (skirt, pants, shorts whatever you choose) and slid your panties to the side. you began to line yourself up with lara’s tip before lowering yourself down on her.

she grabbed at your hips, pushing you further down, immediately falling in love with how tight you were over her. she immediately began thrusting inside of your heat, pulling at your top, her eyes so soft and her lips were pouty :( — lara whined as you teased her, you made her slow down and slowly removed your top, but her eyes were so focused on yours and your lips.

once you finally removed your top and your bra, she grabbed at your breast, sucking on one while she played with the other. she even left a heart shaped hickey on one, while also marking up your neck.

lara was so desperate, the rhythm you were going drove her crazy, she was so needy and it was all caused by you. she barely even knew you but here she was getting slutted out by her tattoo artist.

“fuckk faster, please..” lara begged, her voice so cute and low </3 , almost like a whisper, you decided to tease her by making her beg you, saying little things like, “i didn’t hear you, puppy” and more.

lara began to whine, she couldn’t handle your teasing, you’d clench around her, basically choking her cock, your arousal would drip down her, touching her thighs, the way you moaned in her ear just made her squirm. — she craved you and all that is you.

she pulled your body close to hers, nipping at your skin, you sped yourself up, your back arching against lara’s slowly overheating body. — the indian woman slowly began to grown closer to her orgasm, so you got up.

she looked at and whined, her hands wanting to wrap around her shaft, wanting to touch you, feel you again. “you can’t cum this early, beautiful”

you held lara’s chin, while her eyes were hooded, struggling to look up at your face, her eyes staying steady on your breast. — when they finally moved up, she was focused on your lips.

she pulled you closer to her, you looked into her eyes while you stroke her, taking her lips into a lustful kiss. lara couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, grabbing at your waist to get you closer to her.

you once again pushed lara’s cock inside of you, watching the way she’s react. “such a fucking loser” you said in her ear, your breather going down her neck. you kissed and sucked at lara’s neck while you sped up.

she whined in your ear, saying she was gonna cum and you only sped up, you were whimpering as your own orgasm approached, lara began thrusting inside of your cunt, her fingers going to rub your clit to rush your orgasm. — which happened.

watching you cum on her cock only pushed lara closer to her orgasm, you continued to grind on her. she was twitching, begging you to let her cum, which you finally let her.

she desperately thrusted her cock inside of you until she shot her hot load deep inside your womb, her body slightly shook as she finished.

she sighed against your chest, then she sat back against the wall. she was trying to calm her breathing when her brain finally came back to reality.

she was still in the bathroom, covered in her own load. she hurried and fixed herself up, tying her hair back before washing her hands and walking out.

you looked at the black haired woman when she walked back in, “are you alright?” you softly asked, and she nodded. — you sat lara down back in her seat to get her final tattoo done.

“i heard you back there, i was gonna check but you seem to be alright” you calmly said while doing her tattoo, lara nodded, internally blushing at the fact you heard her getting off to you.

soon you finished her tattoo, and you were packing everything up when she walked up to you with the money. normally, you’d take it and send them on their way but, it was something about her that made you just have her pay your less and keep the rest. — and well that’s what happened.

[aijunbi]

─── // . 📸 𝜗𝜚 WHEN YOU 𝓒ALL MY 𝓝AME . . .

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 < calling their names (for what reason?) // ♪ — ıllı polaroid love . enhypen

⨳ ﹒ ⊂ OT6 ⊃ ꜛ 𝒻 luff wc. 250 + ⤸ // idol!establishedrelationship!kats x f!reader — hcs — 𝓴issing ⋆ tw ; down bad kats

៸៸៸ . . . ๑ ( SOPHIA LAFORTEZA )

"SOPH,"

sophia looks up from her phone and was immediately greeted by the sight of you holding up sanrio hair clips. she laughs and puts her phone aside, giving you her full undivided attention. "what're you gonna do with them, sweetheart?" she asks as she reached out to gently tug on your wrist to get you to sit on her lap.

"i wanted to put them on you," you elaborated while settling your knees on either side of her lap. "i think they'll look cute all over your hair."

"mm, yeah?" sophia tilts her head and you felt her hand cup the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. "go ahead. i trust your opinion," she says after pulling away. you smile widely as you spend the next five minutes decorating her hair with sparkly and childish clips, occasionally pulling back to look at your work.

once done, you pull out your phone and told her to pose for a quick picture, making it your wallpaper as soon as it saved. "you look so cute," you complimented as you kissed her lips again, your thumb tracing the curve of her jaw, her hands rubbing your sides in an up and down motion.

"you're cuter, pretty girl," she mumbles against your lips, making you giggle slightly. "you're the most stunning girl i've ever seen, your gorgeous–"

"okay! enough!"

៸៸៸ . . . ๑ ( MERET MANON )

"MANON!"

manon, in the living room with the kats, heard you call her name from her bedroom. she excuses herself and walk down the hallway to her room where she sees you holding up two hoodies, both belonging to her.

"which one can i wear?" you ask.

"whichever one you like. you're my girlfriend," manon replies.

"well, i know, but which one do you like better?—and don't say in a birthday suit like last time..." manon chuckles and trudged further into the room, her hand reaching out to a coffee colored hoodie. "this one," she says. you nod and put back the other hoodie wherever you found it, pulling the one she chose over your head and letting the warmth of the soft material envelope you.

manon didn't say anything after you did, her eyes only staring at you with an unreadable gaze. "why are you looking at me like that?" you question her, now feeling a bit shy after realizing that you are now her center of attention.

she shakes her head and her hands wrap themselves around your waist to pull your body flush against hers, her lips instinctively landing on yours. "no reason. you just look so beautiful."

"you always say that," you laughed, letting your own arms wrap around her neck. "it's true, no?" she smiles before kissing you again.

៸៸៸ . . . ๑ ( DANIELA AVANZINI )

"DANI?"

"yes, amor?" she responds just as quick as you called her name, her eyes drifting upwards from the book she was currently reading. you looked giddy and she didn't know if that was a good thing or not. "you seem... happy."

"very," you confirmed with a nod of your head. you lifted up the sleeve of your shirt to reveal a small, funny tattoo you got as a punishment from losing a bet—but was it really a punishment if you enjoyed it a little too much?

daniela's eyes widened, her lips parting slightly as she took in the tattoo on your arm. "y/n... you're crazy," was the only thing she had to say. you laugh at her reaction, plopping down on the spot next to her. "it's only a bet punishment, baby."

"that's even worse, oh my gosh. over a bet? really?" she leans in close to examine your new tattoo, the decision of supporting it or being against it weighing down on one another. you merely shrug. "but i like it, so that's all that matters, right?" you ask.

daniela looks up at you, the decisions still visibly wavering between her eyes. "i mean it looks good on you," she starts, "but why that tattoo out of literally anything else?"

"it's still a punishment."

"now you just look like a loser." it earns her a smack on the arm, and she apologizes with a chaste kiss to your lips.

៸៸៸ . . . ๑ ( LARA RAJ )

lara was trying to produce a new beat for a personal music project since she was bored on her day off. she toyed around with the instrumentals and attempted to write down some lyrics but ended up laughing at how silly she sounded trying to diss 'dogsear.'

"LARA?"

she looks up from her screen to her bedrooms door, a smile gracing her lips as soon as her eyes land on you. "hey, pretty," she says, motioning you to join her on her bed. you comply without hesitation and climbed on to bed, setting yourself down on her lap, her hands instantly latching on your hips.

"are you making a new song?" you question curiously. lara nods, removing one hand from your body to the trackpad, moving the cursor around on the screen. "mhm. i'm trying to diss dogsear but i'm failing so far," she laughs softly, her breath just fanning over your ear.

"let me hear," you insisted. she presses play and the music started playing. you were liking the song so far but when it got to the rap part, lara was just laughing into the microphone as she couldn't sing the lyrics without doing so. "wow, you really are failing," you said teasingly.

"should i write a song about you? maybe then i'll give it my all." she turns your head to face her after holding your chin between her thumb and index finger, her lips lingering above yours. "maybe you should. and maybe then i'll listen to it," you playfully yet quietly suggest.

"you got yourself a deal, beautiful." with that, she leans in and captured your lips in a deep kiss, you reciprocating in the exact same way.

៸៸៸ . . . ๑ ( MEGAN MEIYOK SKIENDIEL )

"MEGAN!"

"it's not my fault!" megan exclaims for the millionth time, her eyes scrunching up more every time her character falls down. you were currently playing a two player obby with megan, something you wanted to do after she bragged about being such an advanced player, which you found out to be a total lie.

she sucks, she really does, but seeing the slightly upset– and cute –expression on her face just makes up for it. even if you're getting mad yourself. "it's the faulty update! i'm never this bad!" she whines, her hands shaking her ipad around in frustration.

"i thought you were 'so good' at this game," you said with air quotations. "what else are you gonna lie about? having fake headless?" megan loudly gasps at your statement, her hand clutching her chest.

"how could you say that? my headless is legit!" she complains. you raised an eyebrow, not trusting her words. "playing any obby game with you is like trust trading in adopt me." to megan, that was a next level insult.

she tackles you down onto the bed, her hands pinning down both of your wrists on either side of your head. "that is a sensitive topic, you know," she muttered lowly. you playfully rolled your eyes. "you say that about anything that backfires on you–"

she shuts you up with a kiss, pulling back with a smug grin once she saw your flustered state. "you were saying?"

"you're terrible at anything but kissing me," you corrected yourself. she snickers and kissed you again, softer this time. "i'll take it."

៸៸៸ . . . ๑ ( JEUNG YOONCHAE )

"YOONCHAE!"

a familiar voice calls for her backstage and she smiles right away, turning around on her heels to be engulfed into a hug from you. she holds you close without any second thought, her fingers clasped behind your back.

"you didn't tell me you were already back in la," you grumbled into her shoulder. she laughs quietly, her hands carding through your hair. she often finds herself missing the soft feeling of your hair between her fingers whenever she was on a trip for events.

"i wanted to surprise you," she mumbled softly, pressing a light kiss to your temple. "you know, 'cause you're always complaining about me being gone for too long."

"that doesn't matter," you groused. yoonchae only laughs more, hugging and squeezing you tighter. "but i promise, after today's show, i have a whole month off."

"really? you're serious?" you ask, a smile breaking out. she nods and holds up her pinky finger to promise you her words, and your heart couldn't help but melt a little. you return the gesture, your pinky interlocked with hers. she brought your hand up and kissed your knuckles, making you feel a little warm inside as a result to her actions.

"you're cute when you're blushing," yoonchae suddenly spoke up, making you chuckle. "like really cute," she adds. "so cute, i might have to soft launch you on instagram."

"we should do that. like literally, we should." the look in your eyes tell yoonchae you really weren't joking. "okay, we'll do that when i finish my last performance," she vowed.

─── ᶻz it's like a 𝓹olaroid 𝓵ove the 𝓬heesy feeling 𝓸f love

i still forgot who to tag so comment on this post to be on a perm taglist 🙏 .masterlist.

[coolwyous]

may i request lara gf headcanons from you to fill my lesbian heart 🤓

  ୭˚. 𝙜𝙛!𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙖, who always shows up 10 mins early to pick you up and yet doesn't text you 'i'm here' until the time you guys agreed upon. when you ask her about it, she says it's 'cause she's too excited to see you to just wait, but doesn't want you feeling rushed to get ready.   ୭˚. 𝙜𝙛!𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙖, who is infuriatingly good with your parents despite your constant hesitation that they'll embarrass you or judge you unfairly. yet each time she picks you up, she's buttering them up without laying it on too thick, learning things about your culture to be able to surprise them with and earn extra brownie points for.   ୭˚. 𝙜𝙛!𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙖, who is always the life of the party, easily charms your friends and makes them even forget that they were your friends first. you were worried about mixing friend groups but kind, charming lara has no issue inserting herself into the dynamic and making it extremely easy to include everyone without being overbearing.   ୭˚. 𝙜𝙛!𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙖, who's love language is absolutely gift giving, loves to snoop on your socials and see what kinds of trends you've been into. she's so crazy attentive, if you even briefly mention having found a shirt cute, it's on your bed the next day in your exact size, with a note on it saying "model for me later - lar <3"   ୭˚. (on the note of gift giving lara, she'll also give herself gifts and eagerly seek your attention for it. a new ring, a small tattoo, anything she gets she's immediately flaunting in your face, like a cat curliing up in your lap for attention, and batting her beautiful brown eyes up at you. "you like it, right?")   ୭˚. 𝙜𝙛!𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙖, who talks a big game up about being so tough and so protective, but is honestly just so down bad for you, and folds the moment you furrow your eyebrows and beg for her to let you be big spoon. that's not to say she doesn't claim you— you find your clothes smelling of her or her stealing your hats more often than you'd like to admit.   ୭˚. 𝙜𝙛!𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙖, who is secure without ever being toxic, and genuinely is just grateful to know you, who posts pictures of your eyelashes or a just-out-of-frame smile of you to her public story every single day. not performative couple shots, just simple, slice of life moments that she appreciates with you, and wants to hold onto forever.

[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

taglist ! (open) @1luvkarina @yjiminswallet @sunshinez4 @winnmin @lara4eclipze @wtfisthisnoclueman @flowerluzx @meizinisnumberone @leotapes @meganskiendielsbtc @reey0w @haerinkisser @cassiespoiler @peanutbutterlover05 @p1hbrook @kristalag @yeetaberry127 @blushmimi @xochitlisbest @urmom2314 @bowforgodjihyo @vvyuqi @linnnsworld @vampireris @loverofannabeth @mei2yok @yunalvrrr @ratzeye @hotluvlet

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[ninguitar]

꣑ৎ　────　𝓣ANGLED IN LOVE　♱.　LR 　　　　the true queen at the game that i despise 𓈒𓈒

───﹙🕷️﹚𝓢. ｡｡　the friendly neighborhood spider meets the outlaw cat.

𝓹airing. blackcat!lara raj x spiderman!f!r 𝓰enre. fluff wc. 2.1k+ notes ! to clarify, heeseung is ned in this fic, reader is mentioned to have an ex, & reader doesn't know black cat's identity 🤞🤞 (MASTERLIST)

now playing ⋆ track 02 (dangerous lover) by avenoir & mercedes by brent faiyaz

THE THING ABOUT THE BLACK CAT was that oddly enough, she reminded you too much of a certain classmate—a classmate named lara raj, who seems to be disappearing at the crack of dawn, telling you they were merely urgent errands.

the first time you thought of them two, you told yourself it was just a small coincidence and nothing else, yet the thought still lingered in your head; the way the word 'pretty' smoothly rolls off of the black cat's tongue, almost as if she was born to say it, the same way it does with lara—the way they both insisted that you were too much of a worrywart, chastising you for it. it was just a coincidence that they shared a few common things because the alternative meant dealing with something you absolutely thought was way too much baggage.

your head buzzes painfully, and shaking your head, you try to shake off the horror that overcame you; there was no way in hell that your very own classmate was the black cat. lying down on your bed, your gaze following the ceiling fan's movement, you softly hum under your breath. the clock to your left read 2:23 in the morning, and a heavenly sigh drifts from your lips; you could practically stay in your bed for eternity if it meant not having to do anything.

before you could properly get a night's rest, keys begin to jiggle against your door, and a holler outside of it abruptly stops you, your head jolting up. cracking open the door stood a bewildered, disheveled heeseung outside, still in his luigi pajamas. huffing out a puff of air, you sit up from your bed, your arms slouching, as you lock eyes with the korean boy.

it became a routine for him to randomly barge into your dorm, as if you had nothing else to do. sometimes it was about needing your homework answers for your guys' english 1b class, or needing you to hook him up with one of your friends; other times, though, it was about your spider-man duties.

"great timing, heeseung," you grunt sardonically, rubbing your eyes and temples, your eyes barely able to open to see even a sliver of him. "what are you even doing up so late?" brushing the stray tousled hair out of your forehead, confusion washes over your face, as he hurries to your side, his lips pressed thin.

he shrugs, "i could ask the same to you!" a groan falls shortly from his lips, as he lets out a tired laugh. "but that's besides the point; i heard from the police scanner that there was some alarm going off at that really expensive jewelry place, the- the one you were complaining about the other day."

"fifth avenue one, right?" you murmur, as you immediately toss your covers to the side, pulling your closet door open, and pushing through the racks of clothes inside. shuffling through, a grunt escapes from your lips as you realize, "don't tell me it's that burglar who keeps getting away again!"

"if the shoe fits," he chuckles, nudging your shoulder, as you shoot him a glare, making him mumble an apology under his breath. heeseung watches you hastily shuffle around your room, handing you your web-shooters, "it- it could be a false alarm, y'know. i don't know though—it couldn't hurt to check it out, right?"

you hum, nodding your head, as you try to lightly slam your closet door closed, grabbing the web-shooters. sliding on your mask, you pat heeseung's shoulder, "i promise i'll hook you up with that girl in my intro to tech class." and with that being said, you crack open your room's window widely, and swung out of it and into the night to try to catch the same thief from previous nights.

"you better; you owe me for throwing up on my shoes!" the korean boy yells out the window, his voice rugged, as he shortly pulls away from your window, exiting your room.

swinging at breakneck speed, your eyes erratically flicker around each and every building, before arriving at the roof of tiffany & co. not even a few minutes in, and you could hear glass breaking from below you. a grunt falls shortly from your lips, as you maneuver around the building to quietly zip inside. the place was a disaster—an absolute mess of designer jewelry scattered across the floor, and broken glass everywhere. you bite the inside of your cheek, wandering around the store, before spotting the elusive thief, a few items clutched in her hands, a few items.

black-cat was donned in an all black, laced with white suit, and a black whimsy mask that adorned her face. turning around, she hums in delight—almost as if she predicted that you'd already be here in a few minutes. you whisper a curse under your breath in awed disbelief, the girl waist deep in a massive wall-vault, and standing tip-toe to reach the very back.

you might as well have been sitting on dynamite.

"didn't think i'd see you here, pretty," lara drawls, a grin curbing her lips, as she eyes you down almost shamelessly. every single, slight movement you made, she tracked down, her eyes keen, "i'm even impressed you could even find me this time around."

you cross your arms against your chest, barely a few feet away from her. "you knew i'd be here," your voice takes on a stern edge, as you watch the black cat turn to one of the empty display cases, a playful smile beaming through her lips. "god, you know that i have to turn you in-"

your words elicits low chuckles from her breath, shortly interrupting you, "you still with that god-awful girl of yours, or are you swinging solo now?" lara's voice was like velvet to your ears, her brow raised to emphasize her words, as she reaches out towards you, drawing a claw from your shoulder down to your elbow.

sighing in defeat, your shoulders slump, "that's a lot ofquestions," you bite the inside of your cheek, before shaking your head mentally, realizing you were playing into her games. god, there was definitely something magnetic about her—something that unremarkably draws you in against your will. and although her every word got under your skin, there was a strange type of charm to them—one that always made it difficult for you to remain guarded around her.

black-cat tilts her head, her hand resting on your shoulder contemplatively, "i'm just curious," a prideful expression washing over her features—a wide, un-bashful grin curbing her lips, as she watches worry lines crease your forehead.

"i hear that's bad for cats."

she shrugs, lightly tracing a claw along the slide of your masked face, and in a knee-jerk reaction, you jolt away, reaching up to flick her hand off. a faint frown juts her lips for a brief moment, before a half-hearted smile adorns her face, "sue me for wanting to rekindle an old flame." lara dramatically laments—as though she wasn't the same one who was currently clutching god-knows how much jewelry in her arms, that you were shocked she could even effortlessly carry all of them.

"you need to sit back and relax—always so tense, and for what?" looking over her shoulder, her hands spin back to rest on a display case's glass, and she takes slow, measured steps, leaving scratch marks trailing the cases. lara rolls her eyes, sauntering opposite of you, your gaze tracking the languid ease of her movements.

you wryly smile, humming in bored acknowledgement, "how about you tell me why you're really here? you went awol for weeks." gritting your teeth, an exasperated sigh from you following your words.

the red-headed girl shrugs, hopping over the counter, and proceeding to walk towards the broken window—only until your hand curls around her arm, halting her movements. your eyes unconsciously flicker between the flashing lights and sirens of the cop cars surrounding the street below you two, and the lips of the girl in front of you.

"you missed this, didn't you?" lara asks—despite already knowing the answer—tilting her head, and leaning closer towards you. your lips were barely an inch away from hers, a shit-eating grin tugging her lips.

you draw a deep, steadying breath, fighting the urge to play into her games, and with your voice firmer than before, you mutter, "cut it out." clenching your teeth, you could practically feel the red-headed girl's breath fanning over yours, and that surely didn't help—not when you could feel blood rush in your veins, and the way your heart could practically burst out of your chest from how much it was thumping.

your eyes linger on her lips for a split second, that lara most definitely notices, swallowing the smile that threatened to give her away. "the maggia are no joke—"

her arm extends over to your shoulder, and she pulls you closer, her hand slightly tugging on your mask. she softly hums, dismissing your comments, "i missed these little chats." the indian girl watches your expression contort into ones of uncertainty, making her coax out smoothly, "nobody's watching anyway." her hand hastily pulls the skin-tight mask just above your mouth.

it was a push and pull relationship—to say the very least. her lips curl into a sly smile, your eyebrows furrowing.

"this is a mistake."

and really, it sounded like you were more-so trying to convince yourself rather than her, especially when your hands cling to your sides, as if you were debating whether or not you should pull away. the red-headed girl leans in again, her retracting claws trailing lightly over the fabric of your suit, and resting above your heart. it was a miracle that she couldn't feel your heartbeat coming from your sternum.

by then, you'd already accepted your fate—your mind running hazy, and your eyes fluttering shut.

you nonetheless take a few tantalize steps, leaning in, while your lips slightly brush against hers; a wide grin curbing your lips as you watch the indian girl visibly roll her eyes at how painstakingly slow you were moving. her hands slip behind your neck, resting on the back of it comfortably. before you could mumble a teasing quip out from under your breath, she presses her lips against yours feverishly.

it's almost surprising that it's only taken her a few months to worm her way into your heart. she nearly beams.

for a fleeting moment, you freeze, your hands gently pushed up against the red-headed girl's chest, "maybe we should stop; we're not good for each other." she leans her head closer to yours, your noses' slightly bumping.

"we could always ignore that," lara counters, tilting her head, and leans just right by your ear, "we're not doing anything bad necessarily—just all fun, right?"

you nod absentmindedly, too enthralled to even utter out any futile protests. her arms wrap around your waist again, a smile on her lips, as she watches you exhale shakily. you could pick up on the way your heart raced by the second, a huff escaping from you, before you press your lips against hers.

the world stops; nothing exists besides the two of you—well, for only a brief moment.

flashes of blue, red, and white sear through the dimly-lit tiffany's; policemen were already trying to break in. a sigh drifts from your lips, and before you could properly pull away, lara continues to seize your lips against hers. heat curls at your cheeks, before your head snaps to the entrance of the building, making you hastily shuffle off of the girl. several policemen surround the entrance, with weaponry and flashlights aimed towards you two.

"freeze!"

muttering against the radio, one of the officer instructs, "call this in—we have spider-man and an accomplice over here." really, an accomplice? you raise your arms up, and a grunt escapes from your lips .

"see you soon, pretty," black-cat drawls, an ear-to-ear grin tugging the corners of her lips—as if she planned this out. wicked realization blooms across your face, as she takes advantage of the situation, jumping out of the window using her grappling hook, and swinging away.

see you soon—her words echo, practically turning into a mantra in your head.

heeseung. 🦌 : i saw u on the news CTFUU

heeseung. 🦌 : aint no way u lost hold of her again💔

heeseung. 🦌 : god heard my prayers and made you fumble for the 45th time🙏

yn. : shut up hee.

heeseung. 🦌 : js mad u aint pulling bitches LMFAOO

yn. : say bye to that girl in my intro to tech class then, freak.

you don't really wanna be my lady (you don't, you don't),

you know it's more than just drivin' mercedes (more than mercedes)

current 𝓽aglist : ( open. ♱ 2 be added, read this post. )

@kisshae @sed7ction @yeetaberry127 @vrtualstar @jellaaa @jaythegirlkisser @falling-intoo-deep @c-yerim @ssamlovr @gtfoiydlyj @rinapomu @meganskiendielsbtc

[cindergorge]

𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 | 𝗦. 𝗟𝗔𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗭𝗔

Sophia left her old school to start a new life, to start writing a new page in her book and leave all the mistakes in the past. What happens when the most precious thing she lost because of those same mistakes comes rushing back into her life, but not for the reasons she hoped for.

𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚: sophia laforteza x f!reader

𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚: le sserafim (yunjin), aespa (karina), katseye and etc.

𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦: on going

𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧: open

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗦:

dumb, dumber & the dumbest | yap squad, yap squad 2.5

𝟬𝟭: it's been a long time coming.....

𝟬𝟮: when the gang get tgt

𝟬𝟯: who went this hard on you

𝟬𝟰: who?

𝟬𝟱: would never do ts to pookie

𝟬𝟲: HOW TF

𝟬𝟳: WHO YOU TRYNA GASLIT

𝟬𝟴: no I'm just surprised

𝟬𝟵: what can I say

𝟭𝟬: y'all been talking crazy abt me

𝟭𝟭: FUCK MY LIFE

𝟭𝟮: she's my favorite child

𝟭𝟯: stalker much?

𝟭𝟰: i said quit acting dumb

𝟭𝟱: LARA YOU DUMB BITCH

𝟭𝟲: it's so about her

𝟭𝟳: GFYS

𝟭𝟴: WHAT

𝟭𝟵: W mindset

𝟮𝟬: sweetheart

𝟮𝟭: perfect

𝟮𝟮: no promises

™𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗚𝗢𝗥𝗚𝗘 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟱.

𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧: @sunshinez4, @itzkatflixs, @harajukub4rb1e @iisayfa, @jaythegirlkisser, @yeetaberry127, @goofymickeyr, @hydrardz, @falling-intoo-deep, @mei2yok, @arihiu, @zindoriyo, @kristalag, @saysirhc, @fruityg0rl, @xochitlisbest, @tormaa1, @apersonwhowrites, @vvyuqi, @yjiminswallet, @cceanvvaves, @micaluvssoccer, @kkoga, @linnnsworld, @haerinkisser, @mirophobic, @erraticwritterz, @takuhg, @d1spact,

[silverlakee]

lara raj as your girlfriend head cannons!

wc:267

warnings: mostly fluff but there is some smut so mdni

gf!lara who always keeps you near her in public. crowded room? you’re holding her hand. no where to sit? she’s sitting you on her lap. she also just needs to be touching you constantly. touching your back, your waist, grabbing your hand, or playing with your hair. you name it, she’s doing it.

gf!lara who’s never afraid to tell you how she feels. constantly whispering things like “you’re so pretty baby” or “i’m so in love with you” in your ear. she always wants you to know the effect you have on her.

gf!lara who’s always calling you. whether it’s face time or just a regular phone call, she needs to be talking to you. it’s her favorite thing to do before going to sleep. when you guys finally decide to hang up after talking for hours, she ends the call with a tired “goodnight baby, i love you so so much.”

gf!lara who is always writing songs about you. you’re her inspiration for most of the songs she writes. she likes writing love songs about you and your relationship. she also loves to make playlists for you.

gf!lara who loves to kiss you. everywhere. kissing down your neck, down your stomach, all over your thighs, she loves it. the feeling of your soft skin under lips is everything to her. her favorite hobby is kissing her pretty girlfriend.

gf!lara who makes you cum easily. she knows exactly what to do to make you all needy. she’s very skilled with her hands and her mouth. always eating you out for hours until you can’t take anymore. she loves to watch you squirm under her touch.

[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! ]

[spiderb00]

SHAMELESS

Daniela Avanzini X Reader 

Synopsis - Your girlfriend is the hottest woman in the world, and you love everything about it.  Genre – Smut (MEN AND MINORS DNI)

Warnings – NSFW, language, strap on, mami kink, degradation, tummy kink? idk  a/n - I know, I know, I said I didn't write smut. But that photo... I COULDN'T HELP IT

You were panting, your breathing quickening and the sounds of skin flapping were the only thing that could be heard inside the room. You had Daniela on her knees on the bed, her ass lifted in the air as you hit her relentlessly with your strap, your hand pushing her head into the pillow, causing her moans to be muffled and her drool stained your pillow

Your girlfriend seemed extremely attractive today, not that she usually wasn't, but today, she awakened something in you. You just couldn't take your hands off her, your hands went from your waist to your defined abs, and all that tension was driving you both crazy. So until you got home, all you did was hold on until all your clothes were on the floor and your strap was buried well inside the girl's pussy. 

"You're so hot baby, my god, how I could have been so lucky." You said, grabbing Daniela's hair and lifting her head off the pillow as you accelerated your thrusts.   

Your girlfriend couldn't answer, rambling words coming out of her mouth as she rolled her eyes. The Latina was simply in a complete mess, her brain was practically turning into mush and she swore she could spend the rest of her life with you destroying her like that.   

"Use your words mami, I want to hear from you." You say, applying light pressure to her neck.   

When no words came out of your girlfriend's mouth, you threw her on the mattress, the comfy pillows cushioning her sweaty body.   

"Oh my god, baby. I'm being too rude to you, hm?" You say, chuckling when Daniela tries to deny it.   

"No, please, why did you stop? Keep going, baby, please. I'll be good, I promise." She said as she turned on the bed, lying on her back as she tried to reach her hands and pull you close again.   

"Do you promise?" You say, as you run the tip of the strap over her pussy.   

 Looking at you, Daniela nods quickly, the tears in her eyes telling you that she's about to beg if she has to. But finally, you push your entire strap back into the blonde, causing her groaning to echo through the room.   

You don't even worry about the noise complaints you're going to get, at least not when something more important catches your eye. Looking at your strap buried inside your girlfriend, you can see that the outline of the toy appears slightly on her tummy, leaving your mind spinning. Daniela, confused because you weren't moving, looked at you, following your gaze she noticed the bulge that formed inside her, and she could swear that it made her cum.   

"Oh my god, baby, do you see that?" You said, starting to move slightly, making the outline of your strap go back and forth inside your girlfriend. 

"Oh, baby, please don't stop, it feels so good." Daniela says, tears welling up in her eyes as her head rests back on the pillows.   

"Can you feel mami? Can you feel my cock in your tummy?" You said panting, pressing your hand against the bulge and aggressively increasing your thrusts, making your girlfriend try to grab your hands.   

"I FEEL IT BABY, I FEEL IT ALL, PLEASE DON'T STOP!" Daniela says, finally reaching for your hands when you put them around your waist for more momentum.   

Seeing that she couldn't hold it anymore, Daniela hit your hands, she wanted to intertwine your hands with hers, a clear sign that she was very close to cumming. The Latina squirmed in your hands, wanting you to recognize her.   

"You wanna cum, baby?" You asked, while keeping your thrusts in the right rhythm. "Do you want me to get you, mami?" You ask, clearly already knowing the answer.   

"yes, please baby, I want to, please, let me cum." She whimpers, once again trying to take your hands off her waist.   

Taking Daniela's hands in yours, you intertwined your hands with the blonde's, leaning in and giving the girl a kiss. With your thrusts still firmly against her, you looked into your girlfriend's face, seeing how beautiful she looked in that position.   

"Cum for me, mami."   

That was all Daniela wanted to hear. The blonde clasped your hands together, her right hand breaking free from yours and going straight to your back, scratching from your shoulders to your waist. The girl was ecstatic, and when everything was calming down you lay next to your girlfriend, taking off the strap quickly and making a mental reminder to clean her up later. 

"I love you." Daniela said, snuggling closer to you.  

"I love you too, baby." You said, taking a strand of hair from her face. "And I know you're sleepy, but let's clean ourselves up first, hm."   

After the two of you cleaned up, Daniela and you lay down once more, snuggling into each other. Your girlfriend grabbing your breast and putting her head on your neck, making you laugh softly with her classic sleeping position.   

yes, I lost control. Please, I'm just a girl...

[sphvm]

under the covers — lara raj

lara raj x fem!reader

tags: face sitting, face riding, cunnilingus, begging(?), dom!lara, coming untouched, breath play(???)

masterlist

MEN AND MINORS DNI

as you lay in bed, wrapped in the warmth of the covers, the soft glow of the afternoon sunlight filters through the curtains. you and lara are nestled together, sharing a lazy moment, some movie playing softly in the background and cuddling close together. you’ve been talking about everything and nothing, letting the hours slip away as you enjoy each other's company.

but just as you think the moment can’t get any sweeter, lara leans in suddenly. her lips brushing against yours with an unexpected aggressiveness. the kiss catches you off guard. it’s soft at first, a gentle connection that sends a shiver down your spine, but soon it’s rough, messy. your lips sliding against each other, her tongue making contact with yours as her large hand coming to grasp your jawline. you can feel the warmth of her breath on your lips as she pulls back, giggling at the flushed expression on your face.

“and here i thought we were having a cute, cuddly moment.” you spoke, entwining your hands as lara’s lips connected with your neck, sucking harshly then kissing the red spot tenderly.

she gave you a smirk before resting her hands on your hips, pulling you even closer. “well… i had something in mind.” she slid your thigh between her own, grinding subtlety. “fuck… baby can i ask you something?”

you blinked up at her, feeling yourself already getting wet. “uh y-yeah of course…” she grinded down again, your tits brushing against hers making you groan lowly.

“can i—oh fuck—can i sit on your face, honey?”

woah.

your eyes widened and you felt like your heart stopped. “i… i mean—“

lara paused to move her hands, cradling your face. “come on baby, can i? i’ve been wanting to see what your pretty face would look like in between my thighs for so long… don’t tell me no.”

you scoffed, a smirk crawling onto your face. “like id ever say no to that.” lara grinned, pushing the covers off of you. she moved fast, kicking her sleep shorts somewhere on the floor and slipping her underwear off. she climbed on top of you, giving you a chaste kiss before asking once more if you were okay with it.

we all know what the answer was.

she sat herself right above your face, peering down at you. she positioned herself so that her pussy was right above your mouth and you could already smell her arousal. you felt a thrill run through your body as you wrapped your hands around her hips and pulled her down, her whole weight on your face. she moaned as you started to slide your tongue up and down her folds. your hands were pulling her onto your mouth harder, leaving crescents on her thighs. her hand eventually made its way to your hair, tugging you closer to her. you moaned at her taste, sending vibrations through her body.

once your tongue entered her, she let a high whine out and ground her hips down, making you groan in unison. “fuck—baby just like that mm…” your tongue found her clit, sucking lightly before alternating licking. she was dripping into your mouth and writhing around, moans getting louder as you pulled away to ask, “ride my face?” her eyes were lidded, looking down at you. “please? just a little? it’ll make you feel even better and—and i want it too…”

she could never say no to her baby

lara sighed as she moved her lips, chasing the feeling of your tongue sliding around her folds and clit. she raked her fingers through your hair, grabbing a fistful and using your mouth, just like you asked. “mmf—fuck you love this pussy right? shit—“ you nodded as best as you could, your eyebrows furrowing at the feeling of her thighs clenching around your head. lara knew you were having a hard time breathing, but it only made her leak more slick into your mouth.

her moans were getting louder and louder, and it slightly scared you that her members could hear her. you detached one of your hands from her thigh and slid it to her clit, starting to put pressure on the bundle of nerves.

“o-oh baby keep—fuck! —doing that!” she was bucking her hips, you knew she was close. you were watching her with hooded eyes, feeling yourself get wetter and wetter at the image of her back arching, hands gripping her own body with her mouth slack and eyes closed. she looked beautiful.

she didn’t need to announce when she came. her body shook violently, one of her hands gripping your hair just a little too tight. one final squeeze of her thighs to your head slightly cut your oxygen off for a little longer than it should’ve, making you come in your shorts, a loud moan vibrating through lara’s pussy.

she giggled at you, reluctantly moving off of you with shaking thighs. “did you just come from eating me out baby? you enjoyed it that much?” you nodded weakly and she gave you a kiss, wiping your mouth after.

“i love you, baby.” she suddenly said, pulling the covers over you both once again and holding you close, kissing your forehead. “thank you so much.”

“i love you too.” you turn to face her. “i’d do anything for you.”

[hamsterl0ver]

kats vs overly fanservice-like reader ⋆☕︎ ˖

warningz⋆ fluff, mild language, reader is genuinely strange

blurb⋆ in which the katseye girls have to deal with an overly eccentric member who loves doing her job... a little too much. A person of the people they call her but her fellow members just thing she's a curious case.

wordz⋆ 2.041k

a/n⋆my first ever official fic ☕͜ (ᵔ ̮ ᵔ)› more to come, but a short and sweet one for all the girls, i wrote this to be as platonic as I could, but you can perceive reader to be in a relationship with any of the girls. nd if your curious i heavily based readers personality on a chinese cosplayer Karina! thought it'd be cute (oh and requests are open!)

Manon would be repulsed— in a teasing way, she would see you amongst the other girls as you all sat in a row, giving your all into pleasing a fan. The fans of course eat it up as usual while Manon watches you from the corner of her eye with a scrunched up face, feeling absolutely freaked whenever you do a cute pose, or laugh at some tacky pickup line at your grown age. She isn’t entirely disgusted at your actions, more just curious on how fast you can play out these corny scenarios.

It had been like any other fan meet, your drowsy body laid pressed up against the edge of the table as you held hand in hand with another one of your dedicated fans. It was only supposed to be a 5 minute long greet but after signing the SIS album, you felt as if the whole ordeal was being dragged on. The ghanaian sitting next to you emphasized with your exhaustion as she tossed you a knowing glance, before taking her focus to the woman in front of her. Manon’s peripheral vision was enough to keep track of you and your wary state.

You had been bored our of your mind— despite this being your first public fan event, you found it profound that your interactions with your fans where been heavily monitored as if you'd cross the line. Though, it didn't take long before an overly enthusiastic fan piqued your interest with her odd comment, "Doesn't my perfume smell great", the girl spoke as she sat curiously in front of you. Your eyes practically widened as she motioned towards her wrist, the location with the most concentration of the sweet scent. "Mhm, just like a fresh flower bloom" You hummed, Manon found your comment intrigued, but didn't raise an eyebrow at it, that was until she saw you raising your hand towards her as your fingers looped around her wrist from the corner of her eye.

Poor Manon tried giving her undivided attention to the fan in front of her but she couldn't puzzle what you where doing. Her eyes widen as you grab the girl's wrist and smell her perfume "seductively" as you call it, while the fan freaks out. This is when Manon cannot hold in her emotions anymore— she is BURSTING out laughing as you try your best to keep your composure. She's teasing you like crazy when you both get back home, and when clips of you with the "Oh she's that type of girlfriend" videos circulate around tiktok she's sending all those to you. And best believe she's teasing you about it on weverse with comments like "Oh guys, best believe I'll be next!" or "Some people lack shame, but thats okay."

Sophia is just, confused? She's known you since day one, assuming that the both of you where attached to the hip since Dream Academy. Sophia has genuinely never seen you like this until now, to be fair, you had been joking about being an absolutely "stud muffin" even during pre-debut days, but she never truly expected you to go through with it— AND be this committed to the bit. Best believe she's staring you down during every interview and every fan interaction, just to make sure you don't accidentally slip up and cause another viral yet incrimination moment for the girls. But despite that, she'd much rather be a fool with you, than you making a fool out of yourselves, so yes she is entertaining your strange behaviour.

She only really started playing into it during a promotion live for touch, the both of you as per usual, where too preoccupied mugging the camera that you failed to notice that both of you where too close for comfort. It hadn't occurred to you how close in proximity the two of you had become, it wasn't until Megan sweetly read out a comment along the lines of "Oh my, my sophy/n heart" that it made everything abundantly clear. Sophia opened her mouth to defend herself only for you to butt in just as quickly. "Mhm, me and my beautiful glorious queen Sophia..." You drone, your words slow as you reached your hand over the table which held all the sweet treats and grabbed the nearest edible thing and raised it up to your face.

"Are just such a great duo." You giggled, pushing the sweet up to Sophia's glossed lips, her eyebrow raised before finally giving in. As she let the sweet treat enter her mouth you continued to speak "Isn't that right Soph?" You asked, the bewildered filipino kept her composure as she mumbled 'sure' under her breath, as Megan and Lara laughed at the two's antics. Which lead to a scolding right after the camera's got shut off.

Daniela is so befuddled, to the point she's physically screaming, and running away, crying, throwing up, all of the above, she's everything but pleased. She's never been one who was used to this whole idol culture, on top of the fact that she's constantly having the please the fans is horrific to her. Which isn't as horrifying as watching one of the closest people in her life being a fan-service advocate, such as yourself. She finds you genuinely terrifying how good you are at reading people and flirting with others. Honestly, she really found you charming during the production at Dream academy, even whenever you joked about "putting your skills to the test", she never took your charms seriously, that was until she saw your true form on stage.

It had just been another stage performance, the heat the lights, the music, it all had gotten to you, the sweat dripping from the side of you neck got a some fans in a stir, but nothing notable. Walking off the stage, (which forced you to make contact with a few fans before going backstage) you hopped off with a signature smile on your face that your charm was really put to the test. As a bead of sweat fell from your face, a towel was handed in your direction, presuming it was a staff member you grabbed it within a heartbeat. With Daniela behind you, she tried her best to stop you but it was too late, it was a fan who graciously offer you their hand towel. And now you where stuck between a rock and a hard place. You could either A, play it out and pretend this was all part of your grand plan or— yeah, that was the only viable option.

Daniela wide eyed gaze faced you as you continued to wipe your neck with the towel, your ego dying a little more as you tried to keep the smile plastered on your face. "Thank you baby." You hummed folding the towel to give it back to the crazed fan, who just insisted that you keep it, and of course you did, sliding it in the back of the hem of your skirt before gliding away from the situation. As you all head back stage, Daniela who's still in shock and disgusts pulls you into an empty room to debrief. Asking you questions along the lines of "Why'd you do that" and "Are you mad?", with your only response being "Felt like it" or "Y'know that was a good show— and you like good shows!" Only earning yourself a slap on the cheek as a response.

Lara loves it, she really does because that just means you match her vibe so well. She loves seeing you do it, and she loves playing into it with you, almost always making a whole show out of it to farm some more content from the fans. Any given moment she's coercing you into doing/saying something freaking on camera or in public, just because she finds it so entertaining, best believe she's the only one among the girls who actually approves of the fan service agenda. Although Lara does have some limits, because her parent's do see all the clips that go viral of her, but she teeters on the edge of what she can or cannot do with you. It's gotten so bad, that Sophia and Yoonchae have to cover the both of you whenever your on screen, because personal bubble does not exist with the two of you.

It's always when the two of you get on live alone, which always has the PR team in shambles, having two members who have no filter is hard enough but having the two of them by themselves is practically hell. You don't understand the concept of "to much information", (Lara does though, but seeing you embarrassed in the morning after getting post sleep clarity is hilarious) so when Lara read out a comment asking you for dating advice for girls you happily obliged! "I believe that the most important thing with flirting with girls, is eye contact..." You happily answered, turning your head to Lara as she was holding back tears of laughter.

"Look for example" You chirped, fixing your gaze to the Indian as she batted her eyes up towards yours, your faces inches apart as she stared at you curiously. This lasted for a good 7 seconds before she broke it off with her laughing uncontrollably, despite everything she did find her face heating up under your gaze. You turn you eyes back to the camera with a gummy smile, "See look! If it was a few more seconds, we'd be happily married. That's the secret to flirting with a girl." You cheerfully answered as Lara was huddled off from the view of the screen laughing her ass off.

Megan is indifferent, because she knows your getting hella bag from this, she's honestly just impressed on how well you can keep your composure till you break. Doesn't mean she's any less weirded out by it, but she's also not judging, "get that bread" one may say, and yeah she's a little jealous from how much the fan's eat it up but that only gave her more of the incentive to see what she can do to get that persona to crack. Even if it means playing along, or playing dirty, she just wants to see whats your absolute limit before you call it quits.

One time during a fan event, everyone was handed a pair a fluffy animal ears and fluffy paws to match, of course if any other regular grown woman where to put this on, they'd hurl, but you weren't some regular woman. You where on a mission, so you swallowed the remnants of your pride and put it on, the others where only brave enough to put one accessory on (Manon refused to put any of it on), you put everything on, quite literally decked out. Almost instantly the girls where suppressing their laughter and second-hand embarrassment, but the flashing lights of the cameras made it worth while. You had just expected to stay in this half costume for a few pictures until you took it off to sign more albums until you heard Megan's voice on the microphone as you got ready to slide the paws off.

"Hey, Y/n! This fan told me you should do a cute pose" She snickered as the fan waved in your general direction, almost like a glass crack, your smile faltered, making Megan burst out laughing, but that didn't stop you. You lifted you hands up to your face and made a claw like gesture with the signature smile plastered on your lips, before moving into a pout. Yoonchae who sat between you a Megan just glared up at you in pure disgusted, before you embarrassingly sat down. You huffed, knowing that even your members where laughing at you, but you knew that it'd be that end of that, "no more pictures" you mumbled under your breath as Megan kept your eyes on you.

As you carefully tried to take off your paw-like gloves you heard the mic tune in again, with Megan's giggle on the other end. "Hey c'mon, she wants you pose again" Megan cackled as she motioned to the same fan, she watched as you shot her a killer glance before begrudgingly following her orders.

[lara4eclipze]

Santa Baby

sypnosis » lara has liked you for the longest time , as christmas approach she suddenly had this burst of confidence to finally make the move

warnings » fluff, tinge of smut , swearing , big back, kys/kms jokes , college , confession , mutual pining , suggestive jokes ,jealousy, really slow updates

the goodlist || santa's elves

01 - cookies

02 - mama a girl behind you

03 - ho is you coo?

04 - freaky ahh

05 - under the mistletoe (written)

06 - homo

07 - i luv my gf

08 - blocked?

09 - holding space

10 - STRAIGHT? (semi-written)

11 - guess

12 - are u with us rn..

13 - zoo wee (written)

14 - sober

15 - jelous (written)

16 - what are we?

17 - FUMBLED (written)

18 - pandesal

19 - lunch (smut!!!!!!)

20 - the end

1 - bonus chapter

2 - bonus chapter

taglist (open) : @artrizzler19 @sixflame438 @c-yerim @lmaoursickbro @meganskiendielsbtc @hwonnrinji @ohmyhaely @d1spact @yeetaberry127 @vrtualstar @goofymickeyr @kathleenmikaelson @fearnotfearmore @yazzyminny @firstclassjaylee

[katnipp]

thanks for the tune, i guess— lara raj

genre: fluff

synopsis: a small-town radio host starts receiving anonymous song requests every night—each one oddly specific, weirdly perfect, and dangerously romantic. as the playlist grows, so does lara’s obsession with the mystery girl behind the mic.

warning: cheesy romance!!!!!

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there’s something kind of romantic about this small town—if you like the kind of romance that smells like rain-soaked pavement and old books. it’s the kind of town where nothing ever happens… until it does. and when it does, it’s quiet, slow, soft. like it sneaks up on you in the middle of a song you didn’t realize was about you.

y/n always liked the quiet.

she liked the soft hum of the radio tower above the bookstore. liked the way her voice filled the room when she spoke into the mic. even if the station was barely holding together—tangled cords, sticky buttons, a busted fan that only worked when you kicked it twice and begged—

every night from about 6 to 10 PM, y/n spoke to the town like it was a secret lover.

most of the time no one responded. if she was lucky a few people sent in sleepy requests—usually old men asking for fleetwood mac or a couple teens trying to be edgy with slipknot. but it was fine. she didn’t do it for the attention. she did it because it made her feel less alone.

and then the requests started coming.

at first, just one:

“coffee – beabadoobee. hope your night’s good! —L”

y/n smiled, hit play, and didn’t think too hard about it.

but then—

“there is a light that never goes out – the smiths. it’s a classic. —L”

then:

“talk – beabadoobee. just feels right. —L”

then every. single. night.

L.

L.

L.

always dreamy songs. always something you’d listen to driving home with the windows down, the kind that made your heart ache and swell and ache again. and suddenly, y/n had found herself waiting for them. longing for them.

she didn’t even know who L was, but her words felt like fingertips brushing against hers in the dark.

y/n started slipping comments into the show. little ones.

“tonight’s request is from someone who’s slowly turning this station into their personal mixtape, and honestly? i don’t mind.”

“to the girl with perfect taste—i hope your night’s quiet, and your heart’s louder.”

lara always listened.

⸻

lara didn’t mean to fall in love with a voice on the radio.

but she did.

she was new in town. freshly moved into a creaky rental with ivy-covered windows and a leaky faucet. she was trying to escape a past that still clung to her sleeves like smoke. the small town was supposed to be temporary. a fresh start.

but then she heard her voice.

it was late. she was unpacking. the air was thick with heat and nostalgia. and then—y/n’s voice, low and warm, like someone was finally speaking directly to her ear.

she sent one request. then another. then another.

she never expected y/n to talk back.

but when she did—when she said things like “i hope your night’s gentle” and “to the girl who keeps sending me songs that sound like feelings,”—lara felt something shift. a connection forming between them. invisible, but strong.

she wanted to know her. bring her coffee. see what she looked like in person.

so she sent the message:

“can i bring you coffee sometime? for the songs. for the silence. for whatever this is. —L”

⸻

y/n nearly choked on her water when she read it.

her hands were shaking when she went live.

“i’ll be at the diner tomorrow. 9 AM. window seat. you bring the coffee. i’ll bring the static.”

⸻

saturday morning. diner. 9:01 AM.

the door jingled.

and there she was.

lara.

glasses, shy eyes, with two coffees in hand. her hair was messily tied up, and her lips were curved into something hesitant and hopeful.

“hey,” she said, voice softer than a record crackle. “I’m L.”

y/n’s heart did a somersault and landed somewhere in her throat. “hi. I’m—”

“i know,” lara whispered, blushing. “you’re y/n. you’re the voice that kept me company when i didn’t even know i was lonely.”

y/n melted on the spot.

they sat. talked. about music. about the quiet ache of starting over. about how weirdly comforting it is to fall in love with someone’s voice before their face.

that night, lara requested “something stupid” by frank sinatra and y/n played it with smile so wide it hurt.

⸻

then came the soft days.

lara started hanging out at the radio station more often. at first, she sat on the floor in y/n’s hoodie, observing the records around the room while y/n worked. then she was on the couch. then curled up in Y/N’s lap during commercial breaks.

they shared headphones. snacks. midnight secrets.

y/n left sticky notes on lara’s notebook:

“you + me + beabadoobee forever.”

lara left notes in y/n’s headphones:

“your voice is my favorite song.”

they made pancakes at 2 AM. burnt them. called it “culinary romance.”

they danced barefoot on the cold studio floor to “fade into you” and “first day of my life.”

y/n whispered “i think I’m falling for you” into lara’s neck one night while the radio played “i wanna be yours.”

lara whispered back, “too late. i already did.”

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a/n: what if i just drop hard-core angst after this😳 the amount of fics i have in my drafts is actually insane