#manon expressing feelings

[sillymommy6969]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ YES, SUNSHINE ᝰ! M.S.

trying to be subtle and secret with megan!

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ ❪ 𝑦𝑡 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑜. ❫ ｡ megan skiendiel x f!r 𖥔 fluff ── disclaimers: katseye 7th member au, megan being an idiot in love, pining, mad crushing (read in dark mode!) / pt. one , three / ℭatalogue

MEGAN IS A SIMP FOR Y/N AND THE CROWD IS... THEIR LOVE CHILDREN? (ANOTHER MEGN/N VIDEO <3)

17.2k likes | 288k views | 19th Feb, 2025

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip one: [ YT VIDEO ] Katseye Sleepover (08:43)

“No, I want to bunk with Lara, ‘cuz Manon’s gonna kick me if we sleep together!” Daniela protested, circling her arms around Lara’s as she used the younger’s body to shield any playful hits from the Ghanaian woman. “You wake up like a hurricane hit you every morning, I bruise like a peach!”

“Baby, no, I shared a bed with Manon over Christmas, it wasn’t even that bad!” you defended the eldest, who immediately wrapped an arm around your shoulder as she hummed.

“See? Even y/n disagrees with you, you’re just being a hater.”

“I’m not being a hater! I share a room with you at home, it’s actually scary how much you move around at night.” Daniela argued, “If y/n doesn’t mind, maybe you guys should bunk.”

You shook your head, “Oh, absolutely not. Manon snores!”

“What! You were just defending me, why are you turning into my biggest opp for no reason!” Manon pried herself from your side, pouting. To the side, Yoonchae just watched with a hesitant expression as Sophia pinched the bridge of her nose. Lara just laughed at the scene unfolding, Daniela still hanging off her arm as Megan stared at you bickering with Manon from behind you. Her eyes never tore away from your frame.

[ that is one look of love right there if i’ve ever seen one ]

“I’m coupled up with my fine shyt here,” you reached for Megan, who immediately walked into your open arms as you wrapped them around her neck. The redhead flashed Manon a cheeky smile, “Sorry, Manz, that’s my huzz.”

“The brainrot level spiked when you two touched,” Lara commented, “I feel myself getting dumber when you two get together and join forces.”

“Hey!” you snapped, shushing her, “I don’t want to hear it.”

You grinned at Megan, who gave you a shy smile. The two of you were the most chronically online duo amongst the seven of you. Megan was loud when you weren’t there, spewing out nonsense and internet references which confused some of the members, but got oddly quiet when you weren’t around. The eyekons loved to tease her on Weverse about her (not so) obvious crush on you, but you made sure you were updated on what was the most recent brainrot just so Megan would be comfortable and more eased up around you.

“Hey, Megan snores too, but whatever.” Lara held her hands up in defence, “You lay in the bed you make, y/n.”

“Whatever for my Meggerz,” you said, wrapping both your arms around Megan’s neck. She let out a nervous giggle, her pale cheeks flushing with colour.

[ y/n baby it hurts, take it out--please…! ]

“Look, Megan’s matching Lara’s hair!” Daniela teased.

Megan’s hands shot up to cup her cheeks, hiding her increasingly red face behind her fingers as you chuckled at the others’ teasing. You past her head as they laughed, “Aww, Meggerz, you look like a little kid--Guys ain’t she adorable?”

“Stop, you’re gonna make her head explode!” Manon cackled, “Look, Megan’s getting even redder. Aww!”

Even Yoonchae seemed to enjoy teasing the poor Chinese woman, and under your arm, she could never seem to shake the colour from her pale cheeks.

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip two: [ LIVE ] Katseye’s First Birthday (38:07)

Though the foci of the video darted back and forth between the burning Katseye trivia and inside jokes cracked amongst you and the chat, a lot of fans watching the live after seemed to notice the lingering tension between you and Megan.

Something about the way she seemed to be wordlessly admiring you as you bantered with Daniela about some fact about Lara. Her eyes lax and fixed on you, a sheepish smile ghosted her lips, despite her usual “laugh and lock in” habit.

user01 can we talk about the heart eyes from megan rn

user02 she’s so bad at being nonchalant i can’t

user03 aww poor baby’s just tryna admire her girl in peace

user04 genuinely haven’t seen this since stairwell larry

When it was turn for the members to answer questions about you, you leant back into your seat on the couch between Megan and Lara. You waited for Yoonchae to read aloud the rules for the nth time, your arm behind Megan, who sat up in preparation for the trivia about you.

“This was the site of y/n’s first kiss--!”

“Outside english in 7th grade!” Megan yelled, her hand held high and her finger up. Manon groaned, flailing her body back in defeat as Lara held a palm up to Megan’s face. Daniela scoffed, and Sophia raised an eyebrow at the way the Chinese member seemed to be disrespecting the point of the game for the who knows how many time in a row.

“Let the poor girl finish!” Daniela knocked into her knee.

“She didn’t even yell her name, Megan should be disqualified for that.” Manon argued, crossing her arms. Behind the redhead, you rubbed the eldest’s shoulder in comfort as she pouted. “This game isn’t fair, I haven’t gotten to answer yet.”

[ manz was PRESSED that day bro let my girl breathe ]

“How do you even know that? You were across the world when y/n was in 7th grade.” Lara questioned, only earning a quick shrug from her roommate.

“I remember it was some dumb boy called Carson too.”

user05 THAT FACE MEGAN IS JEALOUS LMAO

user06 the ick megan just got from saying “boy”

user07 they know everything about eo atp i swear to god

user08 omg just kiss alr im getting edged bro

“You guys gotta give it to Megz,” you nodded, “She’s not playing them game right, but she’s not wrong.”

“I want it on the record this game is rigged,” Daniela whined.

“Overruled,” Yoonchae replied simply, earning some disapproving grunts and groans from the older members. She nodded towards you, returning the smile you were flashing her. “If y/n says Megan’s right, she gets the point. But, for the sake of the game, please say your name first please next time.”

The ginger nodded, saluting. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Okay, but I need to hear about this first kiss story, why is this the first time I’m hearing about a Carson from english class?”

Sophia’s statement seemed to stir some other related questions from the girls, which lead to you trying to calm their suspicions through a brief storytime. “It’s nothing crazy, I was in 7th grade with my 7th grade boyfriend and outside of english class, he kissed me. It was really bad, I mean, it was my very first one, so I didn’t know what to do, I just kinda let him slobber all over me and called it a day.”

The girls grimaced and groaned. “Sounds about right.”

“Okay, but how does Megan know all ‘at?��� Lara asked.

The ginger shrugged, a prideful smile on her face. “I just know my y/n lore. She’s my roman empire, I think about her a lot.”

[ what…? like why is nobody reacting to her saying this rn?? ]

user09 oh. my. gays.

user10 my favourite parents thinking about each other <3

user11 EVERYBODY STAY CALM THIS IS NOT A DRILL

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip three: [ iHEART RADIO ] Katseye’s feat. (9:11)

“y/n and sophia have been seen together a lot lately,” the lady at the head of the table stated, earning some polite chuckles from the two of you. You glanced over at the Filipina, sharing a knowing look as you braced yourself for the fan service.

“The fans have noted your undeniable chemistry in your new music video, and are wondering how the both of you stay in ‘touch’ to maintain such a good relationship,” she chuckled.

You hummed, “Yeah, Sophia is one of my best friends.”

Sophia agreed, “y/n and I spend a lot of time together on our days off, and we share a lot of the same interests, so it’s easy for us to do a lot of things together.”

“Yes, but what’s the secret behind n/nfiz? You’re so close!”

[ she was tryna reach so hard… i feel bad for the girls ]

As the two of you drove that question in whatever direction you thought your PR team would appreciate, fans noted the clips of Megan glaring daggers at Sophia as she ranted on about your shared love for musical movies.

[ goddamn if looks could kill sophia would be dead asf ]

“Have you seen the tiktok edits made of you two?”

Manon and Daniela began bursting in hysteria, knocking back and forth into each other as you and Sophia chuckled.

“The edits! Oh my God, the edits are the only things we send in our group chat,” Daniela explained, “There’s so many insanely good ones out there, but my favourite had to be the one the fans clipped of Sophia and y/n biting into the same piece of cake together for our first anniversary and Sophia was looking up at y/n, wiping her chin with her thumb after.”

You knew the exact clip Daniela was talking about.

It was during a quick Weverse live the seven of you had to do, management had gotten you a cake, and as co-parents and leaders of the group, the two of you were invited to take the first bite. Holding it together, the two of you bit into opposite ends of the cake, and as your eyes squeezed shut to brace for the frosting smearing across your scrunched nose, Sophia’s big, concentrated ones were on you. Her jaw moved as she followed you, taking in a mouthful of cake. When the two of you pulled back, she immediately raised a hand to brush the white frosting from your features, caring for you before herself.

It was an acid trip on eyekonville that night.

[ the amount of ungodly edits i’ve saved to that intro clip… ]

“Oh, yeah, I had my own friends from home in the Philippines send me those tiktok’s and ask me if I had a girlfriend. I had to explain so many times that week that y/n are just really good friends.” Sophia chuckled, leaning over to loop an arm over your shoulder. “We do love the edits though.”

You nodded along, “Mhm, Sophia and I love teasing each other about it. There’s some really talented eyekons out there.”

Yoonchae nudged Megan in the back of the camera capture you and Sophia’s friendly encounters. The redhead realized the expression etched across her face, immediately resolving into her poker face. It was obvious she was displeased with the topic, Manon--being the instigator she was--pointed it out.

“Remember when Megan wouldn’t speak to y/n for a week.”

“Oh, yeah, ‘cuz y/n ‘got cake on her shirt’,” Lara added in air quotes, “But we all tease her ‘cause she was just grumpy about her best friend not paying her any attention.”

[ i just know lara has seen some megan jealous episodes ]

“Yeah, somebody was hella jealous,” Daniela sighed. “Hella.”

“I was not ‘hella jealous’!” Megan whined, “I let y/n wear my hoodie that day and she got cake all over it ‘cause she was more focused on Sophia than keeping it clean.”

“See? Hella jealous.” Manon reinforced. “Just admit it, Megan.”

“Yeah, Meggerz, I’m sorry I got your hoodie all dirty,” you pouted, glancing at her with big glossy eyes. You leant over, fixing the strap of her top. “I made sure it’s clean for you.”

[ UNTIL HER STRAP BREAKS UNDER ME ]

You watched her face flush with a smirk. It was so easy, flustering Megan, especially when it came to you. You knew she was never beating the simp allegations.

“Oh, she’s getting red!” the host teased, “Need a minute?”

Megan shook her head, running a hand through her hair as she avoided your eyes. The girls all cooed and teased, per usual, at the redhead’s reaction to your flirtation.

“Eyekons, for Megan’s sake, maybe start editing more megn/n instead of me and y/n.” Sophia said into the mic, which just flustered the redhead more at the thought.

[ yes, ma’am--the way megn/n edits started flooding tiktok ]

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip four: [ MV BTS ] Making of Touch (07:14)

Filming your dual part with Lara for the pre-chorus, you sat on the windowsill of the bedroom set. In a flimsy top and some sheer boy shorts, you were leaving little to the imagination, not aided by the position the director instructed you to be in. You and Lara sat, ready, as the crew prepared for the shooting.

In another room, Megan stood before a wall of screens. Her arms crossed and her hair clipped, she watched the two of you adjust yourselves and stay professional.

The video editor for Katseye added a little twinkle beside Megan’s eye as the camera trained on her look of adoration, before it panned up to the screen she was focused on; the angle fixed on you, sitting by the window, your hair done and your features sharp, contrary to the usually, softer edge you carried in your expressions. You and Lara complimented each other very well when it came to the ‘hunter gaze’.

[ bro is so enchanted she forgot she needs to talk to us ]

“Doesn’t y/n look good in that fit?” she asked, and the camera panned back to her, still not looking away from you onscreen. “Her pjs at home are much nicer than this though.”

[ yeah cuz ya’ll share a pj shirt eyekonville caught you in 4k ]

“She usually wears this Aaliyah graphic shirt she cut to bed. You’ll never see her out of that shirt at home,” Megan grinned, “Not that I’m complaining, I got her the shirt.”

[ yeah we know you down bad asf like we get it… ]

As the music sounded, the two of you moved on camera. You mouthed the lyrics into the camera after Lara’s line, before turning to look up and out of the window. The camera in the room still focused on Megan catches the girl smiling to herself when your voice singing your part of the song could be heard muffled in the background.

[ she only smiled when y/n’s part came on i can’t ]

“Oh my God, this is fire as hell. I’m not tryna glaze them or anything, but that was such a good shot.” Megan giggled.

The Katseye video editor wrote the subtitles with a little bit of teasing at the redhead’s beyond obvious admiration for her leader. “MEGAN: (LOVINGLY) Doesn’t y/n look good--?”

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip five: [ WEVERSE LIVE ] Lara’s Karaoke

Lara sat in a chair in the front as some of the other girls did things for their schedules off camera. She was engaging with fans and singing songs the chat recommended. Eventually, you joined her, along with Manon, livening up the mood.

“Nah, nah, nah, the rizziest member is me, don’t play.”

Manon rolled her eyes, “Why’re you lying right now, obviously I got that lightskin rizz, bro, you can’t even compete.” She rubbed her hands together, giving the camera a lip bite and a sly wink, before you shoved her in the shoulder with a grimace.

“That was disgusting--Look, Lara is speechless right now at how disgusting that was,” you pointed at the Indian singer.

“She’s not speechless, she’s gagged. I was too rizzy with it.”

user01 n/non gives sibling energy and i’m here for it

user02 i wanna be their friend so bad i just know they’re so fun

user03 yall should have a rizz off and see who’s the rizzler

“Someone said to have a rizz off to see who’s the ultimate rizzler,” Lara spoke into her mic. The two of you shared a look, jokingly squaring up to each other. Lara chuckled, clicking Confident by Justin Bieber in her playlist before Manon and you both started doing stupid white boy shit into the camera.

user04 omg idk where to look i’m gonna pass out

user05 gay ass group

user06 our favorite wlw katz fighting for me rn??

user07 EVERYONE SHUT UP IM HAVING MY Y/N MOMENT

With impeccable timing, Megan strolled over, coming onscreen with a grimace at the two of your antics. Upon catching the expression, a mix of disgust and confusion, on Megan’s face, Lara began laughing hysterically.

Unexpectedly, you grabbed Megan’s hand, yanking her closer to you. You mouthed the lyrics to Confident, before pouring over her shoulder. Instinctively, she turned her head to glance at it, before your fingers gently grabbed her chin, turning her face back to you. You smirked, your lip tugging in between your teeth as the instrumental broke. When you started singing again, Megan’s shoulders were tense and there was an unreadable scrunch in her face. Her cheeks were pink and she couldn’t keep her eyes off you.

At that point, even Manon had stopped her own attempts at winning this rizz fest, but instead joined Lara in teasing Megan with the fans with knowing stares and joking gestures.

When the song was over, you had an arm around Megan’s waist, the other hand running through your hair as you grinned. “Sorry, Meggerz, you just fell victim to me absolutely making Manz eat my dust at a little competition.”

Megan shrugged, trying to play off the colour in her cheeks.

[ oh come on now megan you’re not nonchalant like that ]

user08 the hand placement???? i’m creaming

user09 y/n baby please it’s all over the screen

user10 typing this with one hand it’s a tough life out here

user11 had to put my phone in rice

You chuckled at the comments Lara were reading out, leaning forward to rest your chin on Megan’s shoulder, moving to stand behind the redhead as you wrapped your arms around her casually. You sat beside Lara, pulling her onto your lap.

Megan’s mood seemed to lift, not the monotonous vibe she walked in frame with, but her lips curved into an uncontrollable smile. She turned her head the slightest to just gaze and stare at your features as you spoke out the comments.

user12 straddling y/n’s lap would fix me too megan

user13 MEGAN MEIYOK SKIENDIEL MOVE ITS MY TURN

user14 if not girlfriend why girlfriend shaped

“I think we know who won the ultimate rizzler title.” Lara started clapping, and even Manon nodded in defeat as she cackled. “Let’s give it up for our crowned queen, y/n l/n.”

You moved your hand as a gratuitous bow, Megan still on you.

[ who could blame megan for being down bad? y/n’s the rizz queen right? ]

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ ❪ 𝖈alliope 𝖘peaks! ❫ 。 megan’s so cutie i need my daily dose of ginger to feel happy but now she has black hair again… anyway currently going crazy over my tlou!au katseye idea so expect that to come next. happy reading! xx

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

[bvlgum]

୨୧ GETTING SHIPPED WITH ANOTHER IDOL

𓇼ㅤ 𓈒ㅤ 삶 ㅤ───ㅤ "   WARNINGS; “ fluff, jealousy, mention of other idols, fem!reader (idk), established relationship,

Making use of my millions of accounts lol, I honestly forgot this account existed but now I’m here :P

MANON

Girly was trying to control her temper the moment a ship edit popped up on her fyp. She opened the comment and typed out. “They’re not together y’all!! They’re probably just friends, who you should be suspecting is manon and yn. I mean don’t they look so cute together?” A sly smirk crept up to her face as she felt proud of herself for typing that on her secret account. More pride shook her when more manyn edits began to pop up.

SOPHIA

Was probably trying her best to seem nonchalant and easy about it the moment a video pops up on her fyp but the her sulky expressions says it all. “Hey yn since when did this happen?” She called out for you rushing to meet you in the kitchen. “Huh what’s that?” You asked trying to get a glimpse of what she was showing on her phone. “Oh ah! It’s my most recent photoshoot why?” You asked trying to stifle in your laughter from looking at her face. “Well I don’t like it! Now people think you and wonyoung have something together” she whined. “Don’t worry baby, it’s just a photoshoot, if you want I could beg my manger to fix one with you soon?” “Omg yes yes yes, I’d love that” her silky expressions immediately vanished and was now replaced with a more cheerful one.

DANIELA

They look so good together “Hmm what an odd thing to say” Daniela watched with a frown as fan gushed about because of the minimum amount of interaction between you and newjeans minji. Meanwhile the both of you are practically flirting on camera and no one seemed to bait an eye. “Do you like her?” Daniela randomly asked out of the blue. “Umm no, she’s just a friend of mine” you answered shrugging off her possessive glare. “Okay that’s nice, don’t let it exceed friendship or else….” She paused with a playful threatening gaze.

LARA

Lara sat on the rolling chair, reading some Wattpad stories like fans had suggested when suddenly a story title caught her eye. She clicked on it and read the title with a straight face. “Y’all whoever wrote this title alone needs to arrive at the asylum right now” she spoke, her lips forming into a think line after. It was like her gaze was solely focused on whatever was on the screen. “I’m gonna report this” she said with a frown. Fans would guess that “oh maybe it was something inappropriate” but in reality it was a ship book of you and a male Kpop idol.

MEGAN

Megan was trying to hold her fake smile the more a fan gushed about how you and lesserafim eunchae would match together. The fan talked about how there was a certain chemistry between you two. Megan had heard enough and decided to cut the convo short. “Do you know who she looks amazing with?” Megan asked a fake glint of excitement in her eyes. “Who?!” The fan asked also feeling a thrill of excitement. “Me”. The fan squealed “oh ye— what?”

YOONCHAE

It all started when she woke up to check her social media and the first thing that pops up was a ship edit of you and newjeans haerin, with the editor adding a soft love song which didn’t help at all. The fans comments even made it worse with comments like; my haeyn 🥹, gosh how much I love seeing them interact on stage it’s so cute. The urge to reply and say “you’re just being delusional she’s with me!!”. Throughout the day you noticed yoonchae acting all sulky and pouty which lead you to confront her about what had happened.

[hazel-tanthamore22]

Jealous

Sophia lafortaza x katseye!6thmember!freader

Sypnosis: You had gotten a new hair style, now to sophia, it felt like the world was against her and everyone wanted you

Warning: a lot of jealousy, sophia is possessive as hell, swearing, Anything else I might miss

You had gone out a few hours ago, not telling anyone where or to do what. It caused you to receive some rather questioning looks but no one really liked into it, soon going back to doing their own things as you exited the kats dorm, telling them you'll be back by nightfall.

You got back relatively early, earlier than even you expected. You twist the keys and step in the house, silence engulfing the living room before you even close the door. All six other members staring, reactions kind of hard ro make out, except for Manon and Dani who's Jaws are basically on the floor.

You'd come back home with a platinum blonde wolf cut. You chuckled a bit nervously as you close the door and walk further into the house.

"OH MY GOOOD you look soo good" Dani practically squells as she rises from her spot on the couch and runs to you, fingers threading through your hair as she inspects it. Everyone but Sophia soon follows, bombarding you with questions and compliments.

Your eyes drift and meet Sophia's despite everyone else's attention being on you. Her face is neutral but there's a flicker of something else in her eyes, something you can't quite pinpoint.

The girls hover around you like, as Sophia would describe it, moths attracted to light. They stay close the rest of the day, touching you hair in every living moment the get the chance. Manon even took some pictures and posted them on weverse and Instagram

The fans, as always, were going feral. This is normal for all of them, but for some reason, Sophia didn't like it one bit. You got new hair so what? Sure you look very good right, very, very good but didn't give everyone the right to fawn over you like that.

And the next few days proved to be even worse. You gained more traction and that just meant more thirsty comments and fans shipping you with anything that breathes.

Sophia hasn't spoken about it, and hod forbid she does. She's always praised herself for not being the jealous one, so if she expresses her feelings for this shel never hear the end of it.

Anytime one of the members commented on your hair, she felt like telling them to get their hands off you. Whenever a stylist spent too long "fixing" you hair she wanted to curse them out, but she kept herself and her temper in check.

Buy today it was different. You guys had just finished a music bank performance and were with Jaehyun and Eunchae who were mcing.

You and Eunchae were close due to you being onlyva year older than her. "So n/n, you have new hair now, it looks nice" She says with her cheeky smile. "Thanks eunchae-yah" replying with a smile that mirrored hers was probably a mistake. Because that's what led to you being dragged to Sophia's dressing room after the recording was done.

"What the hell was that?" Sophia asks, her voiced laced with venom as she stares at you. "What was what?" You ask clueless, you've never seen Sophia like this, it's scary, hot, but very scary.

"Fucking flirting with other idols now that you have new hair" She almost yells, keeping herself calm, just slightly. That's when it clicked for you, she was jealous.

You walk closer to her, placing your hands on either side of her waist. "Soph, baby, are you jealous?" You ask, searching her face for any underlying emotions. "Jealous" she scoffs "don't get too full of yourself" she huffs with her arms crossed, eyes looking everywhere but you

You place a gentle kiss to her lips, which causes her to look back at you. "Sophia, you do know I love only you right" you state with a soft smile. "I like no one else bit you ok?" You pause, making sure she understands the deepness of your words "I'll tell the girls to stop touching my hair so much if it'll appease you" you search her face, looking for any hint of anger left.

Her face softens, tho having a small pout as she nods. You smile in responds, placing another lingering kiss on her lips. "I love you ok? No one can change that." You whisper with your forehead resting on hers.

The trip back to the dorm was peaceful, holding Sophia's hand while she rests her head on your shoulder was the best outcome you could've asked for after her previous feelings. And unluckily for Sophia, yoonchae had been eavesdropping and told all the members.

The next few days were filled with teasing but Sophia didn't mind for the most part, the girls stopped touching you a lot and fans soon calmed down on the swooning. She could be jealous but you love her either way, and you would make sure she knew that she was the only one you'll love.

[kisshae]

i hate fruits ──── ★ ⠀ YU JIMIN !

PREC𝒾S , loving karina feels like biting into the ripest, most forbidden fruit—deliciously sweet yet laced with danger. every glance, every touch is a temptation that lures you deeper.

🕸️ —PAR𝒾NGS , best friend!karina x lovesick!fem reader ft mark (nct), intak (p1h), manon (katseye) ★ genre , wlw friends to ??? angst uni au wc 3.2k warning(s) kissing arguments??? reader is down BAD for karina

? - now playing california, beabadoobee

"I hate fruits," you mutter under your breath, staring at the apple in your hand. the skin is shiny, almost too perfect, just like karina's smile. you know you shouldn't want it, shouldn't be this obsessed, but here you are, drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

she's standing there, laughing, the carefree joy radiating from her like sunlight.

for a second, everything feels normal. but you know better. it can't be. it never will be. every laugh, every glance she sends your way—each one is a temptation you can't resist. you wish you could just walk away, cut this twisted obsession out of your life before it eats you alive.

but instead, you stay, glued to her every movement, slightly begging for the next moment to drag you deeper into this pit of sweetness.

you take a bite of the apple. it's too sweet. too perfect. like karina. and just as poisonous. you don't know why you keep doing this to yourself, why you keep letting her in.

every bite makes you want more, but you know you'll regret it the moment you finish.

you can't tell her. you can't even tell yourself the truth. that you're in too deep. that you love her in a way that's wrong, twisted even. but there's something inside you that wants it—needs it.

you wish you could hate her, even for a moment, just to break free of this suffocating feeling. but how could you? everything about her is so... perfect?

it's not like you haven't tried to ignore it—her. the crush. the obsession. the way your heart races everytime she's near. but impossible. you can't escape her, not when she's in every class, sitting just a few seats away, laughing with that same carefree smile that makes you want to scream and kiss her all at once.

you tell yourself it's fine. it's just a phase. you're best friends. that's but every time she looks at you, you swear you see something deeper in her eyes, something more.

it's like she knows. like she can see straight through you, into the mess of tangled feelings you can't make sense of. and she doesn't say a word.

but that's the problem. she doesn't need to. her silence is just as loud as her laugh. and every second you spend with her, every moment where your fingers accidentally brush, it feels you're unraveling.

"are you coming to the party tonight?" karina's voice breaks through your thoughts, pulling you back to the present.

you nod, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, even though your insides are a storm.

"yeah, i'll be there." your voice is steadier than you feel. maybe too steady. "good," she says, glancing at you with that smile that makes your chest tighten. "I'm glad. it wouldn't be the same without you."

a flutter of something—hope, maybe—spreads through you, and you bite back a nervous laugh. "I'm not that important."

karina raises an eyebrow, her expression softening just a little. "you're not important? I don't know about that. you're always there when I need you."

you swallow, your throat suddenly dry. her words are innocent enough, but it feels like a knife twisting inside you. every word she says to you, every compliment, makes this crush harder to bury.

"i'll see you there," you manage, the words tasting like a promise you know you can't keep.

as karina walks away, you can't help but watch her go, the ache deep in your chest growing stronger with every step she takes. you want to shout it all out—to confess, to scream, to finally stop pretending. but instead, you stand there, watching her disappear into the crowd, and tell yourself that you can still walk away. that you can still hate this.

but the truth is, you can't.

the party is loud, the air thick with laughter and music, but none of it matters. you're here, but your mind is elsewhere. you keep scanning the room, trying to focus on anything but karina.

your friends, intak and manon, are talking to you, trying to pull you into the conversation, but your attention keeps slipping.

they don't see it.

they don't see that every word, every smile feels hollow when karina isn't in your line of sight. you force a laugh here and there, nodding along, pretending to care. but it's hard to concentrate when karina's across the room, talking to mark.

there she is, laughing, her blonde hair catching the light, flipping it over her shoulder as if she doesn't realize how perfectly she shines.

you feel a sudden tightness in your chest, a sour jealousy stirring deep within you. it's ridiculous. you shouldn't feel this way. you shouldn't care. but every time you see her smiling with someone else, every time someone else gets to share her attention, it's like a knife twisting in your gut.

mark's leaning in a little too close, and the way he speaks to her—soft, casual, like they've known each other forever. you want to scream, to run over and pull her away, but you just stay frozen, watching, feeling sick as you try to ignore the jealousy gnawing at you.

"hey, you okay?" intak's voice pulls you back into reality. you glance over at him, forcing a smile, but it's tight.

"yeah, i'm fine." your voice comes out a little flatter than you intended, and manon raises a brow, but she doesn't say anything. she just gives you a concerned look before turning back to the crowd.

you try to focus on them, but your gaze just keeps darting back to karina and mark.

watching as mark leans in just a little more, his hands resting on her shoulder, and it takes everything in you to not turn away. you can't stand it.

you hate how they're laughing together, how easily he's standing close to her, the way she seems so comfortable.

but you can't stop staring.

"are you sure you're okay?" intak asks again, his voice laced with concern. but he doesn't know. he can't know what it feels like to watch karina be so effortlessly close to someone else.

you just nod, forcing a smile again. "yeah, i'm good. just.. tired."

and you pray they won't notice how your gaze keeps drifting back to her, how the pit in your stomach grows deeper with every passing second. you try to shake it off, pretending to be present in the conversation with intak and manon. but it's impossible.

the room feels suffocating, your thoughts drifting back to karina and mark every few seconds. you need a break.

"i'm just gonna grab another drink," you mutter, already turning towards the kitchen. you don't wait for a reply, the words hanging in the air behind you as you make your way through the crowd.

you move quickly, pushing past people, desperate for something to occupy your mind, even if it's just the simple act of refilling your cup. the kitchen is quieter, and you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

you find the liquor and start pouring, the sound of the liquid hitting your glass oddly calming for a moment.

but then you hear the soft click of footsteps behind you, and you freeze. it's manon. you can tell by the way she moves that she's not buying the act.

"you're not fooling anyone," she says quietly, leaning against the counter next to you, arms crossed.

you don't look at her, focusing on the drink in your hand. "I'm fine," you mutter, but the words feel weak even to you. manon doesn't respond right away, just watches you, her eyes sharp.

"you're not fine. you're barely holding it together.' her voice is soft but firm, like she's seen through every wall you've built.

you bite your lip, but the words won't come. she's right. you can't keep pretending. the jealousy, the ache, the way you feel like you're drowning every time you see karina with someone else—it's all too much to handle. you feel like you're about to snap, and all you want is to hide, to escape this mess of emotions.

just as you open your mouth to say something, anything, the kitchen door swings open, and there she is.

karina.

she steps in, her blonde hair glowing under the light, and her eyes immediately find you. there's a slight frown on her lips, and she's moving towards you, her usual playful energy replaced by something more possessive.

"what are you two doing here?" karina asks, her voice a little too sharp, a little too curious. she looks at manon, then back at you, and before you can answer, she steps closer. "i've been looking for you."

manon raises her brows, but doesn’t say anything, stepping back and giving you both some space.

karina doesn’t wait for an invitation—she slips her arm around your waist, pulling you gently toward her. It’s sudden and clingy, almost desperate, and the shift catches you off guard.

her fingers lightly grip your sides as she leans into you, her body close in a way that makes your breath catch. “let’s go somewhere else,” she murmurs, her voice softer now, her face just inches from yours.

there’s a possessiveness in her touch, like she’s marking her territory, and you don’t know wether to pull away or pull her closer.

“karina…” you say, the words barely coming out, your heart racing faster.

she doesn’t let go. instead, she tugs you along the hallway, ignoring any protests you might have. “you’re not staying here. you’re with me tonight, okay?”

you glance over at manon over karina’s shoulder. she’s watching the two of you leave, her gaze unreadable.

karina doesn’t seem to notice, her focus solely on you, her hand still wrapped around your waist like she can’t bare to let you go.

you wonder if she feels it, too—the way the air between you shifts when she’s this close. you wonder if she knows how much you need her, how much you crave her touch. but you can’t ask her that. you can’t let her see how deep this is.

not yet.

karina doesn’t stop tugging you along until the cool air hits your face. the noise of the party fades as she pulls you onto the porch, the door clicking shut behind you.

for a moment, there’s silence.

just the two of you under the glow of string lights, the muffled bass of the music vibrating through the walls.

you try to steady your breathing, your heart still racing from the way she grabbed you, from how close she was just moments ago. but the look on her face stops you cold. she’s not smiling. she’s not laughing. there’s something sharp in her expression, something that cuts straight through you.

“what’s going on with you and manon?” she asks, her voice low but tinged with something you can’t quite place—anger? jealousy?

you blink at her, caught off guard. “what are you talking about?”

karina crosses her arms, her hair falling over her shoulder as she tilts her head, studying you like she’s waiting for you to confess to something. “you too looked… close. i didn’t like it.”

the words hit you like a punch to the gut. you open your mouth to respond, but nothing comes out at first. finally, you manage, “manon’s my friend. what’s wrong with that?”

her jaw tightens, and she takes a step closer, her eyes locked on yours. “it’s not that. it’s the way she looks at you. like she wants something more.”

you let out a disbelieving laugh, shaking your head. “that’s ridiculous. she doesn’t—“

“she does,” karina interrupts, her voice rising slightly. “and you just… you let her. you don’t see it, but I do.” your chest tightens, frustration bubbling to the surface.

“why do you care, karina? she’s my friend. you can’t just pull me away and act like this everytime i talk to someone.”

her lips part like she’s about to say something, but then she hesitates. her gaze flickers, and for a moment, she looks almost vulnerable. but then the mask slips back into place.

“because it’s not just ‘someone’,” she says, her voice quieter now but no less intense. “it’s her. and I don’t like it. I don’t like the way she looks at you, the way you let her be so close to you.”

your heart skips a beat, the weight of her words settling in your chest. you don’t know what to say. you don’t know what to feel.

“karina…” you start, but she shakes her head, cutting you off.

“i’m your best friend,” she says, her voice trembling slightly. “i’m supposed to be the one who… who knows you best, who’s there for you. not her.”

the air between you feels heavy, charged with something unspoken. you want to ask her why she’s really upset, why she’s acting like this. but you’re afraid of the answer. afraid of what this might mean for both of you.

instead, you take a step back, needing to breathe, to think.

“you don’t get to decide who i’m friends with, karina.” you say quietly, your voice firm despite the storm raging inside you.

her eyes widen slightly, and for a second, you think she might argue. but she doesn’t. she just stares at you, her expression unreadable, before finally looking away.

the silence stretches between you, thick and suffocating, until she finally whispers, “i just don’t want to lose you.”

the words hang in the air, and you don’t know how to respond.

because the truth is, you’re already lost. lost in her. and she doesn’t even realize it.

you step forward, closing the gap between the two of you, your breath hitching as you take her in. the glow of the porch lights casts soft shadows over karina’s face, highlighting the blush that blooms across her cheeks and nose from the chill.

her lips are slightly parted, her breath visible in the frosty air.

your hands move before you can stop them, gently cupping her face. her skin is cool under your palms, but it sends a warmth through you that you can’t explain.

karina doesn’t pull away—she just blinks up at you, her eyes wide and searching, like she’s trying to understand what’s happening.

you let your gaze roam, tracing every detail you’ve memorized a thousand times but can never get enough of. the curve of her jaw, the way her lashes flutter uncertainly, and then—her lips. they are slick with gloss, glistening faintly in the dim light, and you can’t stop yourself from staring.

the faint scent of cherries reaches you, sweet and enticing, it’s like everything else fades away.

your heart races as your eyes meet hers again, and for a split second, you hesitate. but the longing, the ache, is too much to hold back. you lean in, closing the distance, and then your lips are on hers.

it’s soft at first, tentative.

her lips taste just like cherries—sickly sweet yet intoxicating, sending a rush through your veins that’a equal part bliss and madness.

it’s overwhelming, dizzying, like taking a bite of forbidden fruit you can’t resist, no matter how dangerous it feels.

for a moment, karina freezes, but then you feel it—her kissing you back.

her hands flutter uncertainly before finding their place, one gripping your arm, the other resting lightly on your hip, as if she’s trying to ground herself in the moment. the kiss deepens, and it’s everything you’ve held back is pouring out all at once.

for a moment, it feels perfect.

her lips moving softly against yours, hesitant but searching, and the way her hands hold onto you makes your chest ache with something too big to name.

your pour everything into the kiss—all the longing, all the frustration, every stolen glance and unspoken words.

but then it changes.

her grip on you tightens, but not in the way you expect. she tenses, pulling back slightly, and before you could fully register what’s happening, her hands push against your chest—firm, almost frantic.

you stumble back a step, your heart dropping as she stares at you with wide, disbelieving eyes. “what the hell am I doing?” karina whispers, almost like she’s asking herself.

her lips are still flushed, her breath coming fast, but there’s a distance in her gaze now, like she’s retreating somewhere you can’t follow.

“karina—“ you start, reaching out instinctively, but she jerks away, her arms wrapping tightly around herself as if to ward you off.

“no,” she cuts you off, her voice trembling. “this…this was a mistake.”

the words hit you like a slap, sharp and unforgiving, and all you can do is stand there, rooted to the spot.

“I shouldn’t have…” she shakes her head, her blonde hair catching the faint glow of the porch. “I don’t know what I was thinking. this can’t happen.”

her words sting, but it’s the look in her eyes that twists the the knife deeper—fear, confusion and something else you can’t quite name.

“karina, please, just listen—“

“I can’t!” she snaps, her voice breaking, and the crack in it makes your chest tighten. she takes a shaky step back, her hands trembling as she brushes hair out of her face. “I don’t know what this means, and I… I can’t deal with this right now.”

you watch helplessly as karina backs away, the distance between you growing with each step.

finally, she turns and rushes back into the house, the door slamming shut behind her. the muffled sound of the party seeps through the walls, but it feels like it's miles away.

you stand there in the cold, the taste of cherries still lingering on your lips—a sweetness that now feels unbearable. the air feels heavier, colder, and you sink onto the porch steps, burying your face in your hands.

the porch feels colder without her, the air biting against your skin as you sit there, staring blankly at the ground.

the noise of the party is a distance hum, muffled and meaningless. all you can focus on is the lingering feel of her lips, the warmth of her hands, and the way it shattered in an instant. you trace your thumb over your bottom lip absentmindedly, tasting the faint sweetness that still clings there.

cherries. so sweet it hurts. so intoxicating you can't breathe.

you lean back against the railing, closing your eyes against the ache building in your chest. "I hate fruits," you murmur, your voice a hollow echo of the chaos inside of you.

the sweetness, the temptation, the inevitability of being consumed—it's all too much. but the worst part isn't that you kissed her. it's not even that she pulled away.

the worst part is that, for a fleeting moment, she kissed you back.

because now you know. you know there's something there, something real and terrifying, and you can't take it back.

the door opens behind you, the noise of the party spilling out again for just a second before it clicks shut. you don't bother looking up. it's not her. you'd know if it were her.

instead, you sit there in the quiet, letting the cold seep into your bones, wondering if you've just lost the one person you can't live without.

and somewhere in the back of your mind, a thought blooms, sharp and persistent: 'i don't hate fruits. I hate myself for loving them.'

[bernardsbendystraws]

Fresh Air

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

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Summary: One night at a party seems to change everything. A strange man with a friendly smile and a sleeve of patchwork tattoos seems to make you feel at home for a change. You're finally happy to have made a good friend to lean on - especially when it comes to your not-so-great relationship with your boyfriend. But what happens if you lean too much...what happens if you fall?

Warnings: 18+. This series contains mature themes, read at your own risk. (SMUT, angst, parental troubles, financial hardships, and more. Don't like, don't read.) This warning is made for all parts.

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03: Close My Eyes

The clinks of glass and ceramic plates make my heart patter faster as I set the table. He’s coming here—he’ll be here any minute. 

I had to go to Manon for ideas on how to ‘try harder.’ It wasn’t simple to come up with something for whatever reason—every idea had some sort of flaw. Even this one. 

Hayden wasn’t easy to please. The man got himself everything, there was nothing that I could get him. I had to do something that just took effort of a skill I wasn’t entirely confident in—cooking. 

It was a simple dish. Pasta and garlic bread, something I knew he would like. The preparation was easy, but for some reason—it felt really emotional. I was swallowing thick clumps of anxiety while blinking up and the ceiling as I cooked the pasta. 

What was wrong?

I wanted to be excited for his reaction. I really fucking wanted to feel any sort of confidence, but all I felt was a puddle of nerves that made me feel a little sick. It started after I got his text, the one of him replying to mine, asking him to come over. He was already upset. Hayden didn’t like being in my apartment, that’s why we usually stuck to his place. 

But, this was a surprise. He was gonna come over and any lingering frustration from breaking our normal routine would be diminished when he saw me trying…right? 

Overthinking. I couldn’t stop overthinking. My outfit didn’t even seem good. I had changed a countless amount of times, but nothing seemed quite right. He wasn’t coming over dressed up. There was a high chance he was coming over in jeans and a T-shirt. The amount of clothes I had shoved into my laundry basket was ungodly. 

My heart stops as I hear the knocks on the door. 

Part of me wants to convince myself the nervous sweat starting to heat up the back of my neck is excitement, but I know it’s not. It’s fear. 

Swinging open the door for him, I watch as his furrowed brows cock upward in surprise analyzing my appearance. 

He’s happy. Something about his lightened expression makes me feel relief and regret at the same time.

Why did I wear this?

It was a skirt. Something I had to literally dig for in my wardrobe. I hated it. It was too short, too…too much. The soft red fabric felt like an article of clothing I would have to wear for modeling gigs—the type of shoots that made the mirror look like a threat. 

“Wow, babe…” 

Babe. Ugh. 

But, this is what I wanted. He’s content—this is progress. This can be something that makes me feel good if I just let it. I can’t have unconditional love if I don’t work for it. It’s a two-way street. He’s trying, I’m trying. 

This is something.

“Do you, um…wanna come in? I,” I open the door wider, letting him in and gesturing towards the small dining table that is somewhat hidden behind the countertops of my quaint kitchen set-up. Apartment living. “--I made us dinner. Pasta and garlic bread.” 

His shoes tap on my wooden floors like nails scratching on a chalkboard. Germs. But, his happy smile deters me from the annoyance as he waves his hands with disbelief, letting them land softly on my shoulders. 

“This is really sweet, thank you, I—c’mere,” he husks, pulling me into his chest as his hands swarm around my hips. 

Shouldn’t this feel…good? 

I let my hand pat on his back. The feeling of his hands squeezing into my sides makes my face crinkle. 

This will be worth it.

Please let this be worth it. 

__________

Hayden seemed more than pleased. The effort really seemed to pay off—to him. 

Even his chewing pissed me off. 

He had his phone on the table, placing it face down after checking it occasionally. His ‘buddies’ were all goofing around in the groupchat. I tried to listen to him explain the inside joke. It just wasn’t funny when he kept squeaking his shoes on the floor and leaving the information drifting off in the air as he kept getting distracted by his phone. 

I tried to eat. The food I had been working to make for a little under an hour didn’t even seem appealing. Not when I felt so uncertain and sick. 

His plate was empty besides some residue and crumbs. I piled mine onto his before taking the dishes over to my kitchen and placing them in the sink. He didn’t even offer to help. Or get off his fucking phone. 

After taking a deep breath, I turn around to find him sitting on my couch, sitting in the middle of the small piece of furniture with his legs spread lazily. He rests his phone on the coffee table. I pace over to him, expecting any sort of movement from his end to make room for me to sit. 

He doesn’t. 

“C’mere, just sit,” he directs, patting his lap while giving me a grin. 

Sighing, I try to let my anger fade. Why am I so frustrated? Why did this feel so belittling? I didn’t want to sit in his lap. But, I had only been so pent up about stupid things—things I could’ve voiced. Maybe if I had asked him to slip off his shoes, he would’ve. 

“I…could you just—take off your shoes? Sorry, I just don’t wanna—” 

I’m immediately cut off as he slips off his shoes, pulling me into his lap abruptly. My neck twists to the side as he nuzzles his nose against me, his breath making a laugh slip through my lips with an awkward discomfort. 

“Hmmmm,” he sighs, “-you look so sexy in this, babe. Did you wear it for me?” he asks. His hands plush against the tops of my thighs, sliding up and the skirt starts to bunch. Panic shrivels through my system as I clutch the fabric to sit straight. 

“Um, I,” my words hitch in my throat as I feel him place rough, hungry kisses on my neck. His hands push mine to the side, nearly pulling my skirt to bunch at my hips before I forcefully pull it back down. “-Hayden, I don’t wanna have sex tonight.” 

The statement seems to make him scoff against, his hands wandering to grip my waist before he lets himself cup my breast. “Ugh—are you sure? I mean, c’mon…” he gruffs. 

Gritting my teeth, I take his wrist and throw his hand back onto the couch, standing up and pulling down my skirt. “You can’t just do that. That—that’s—” My nose scrunches with frustration as I run blank with words. 

“That, what? Makes you feel unimportant?” he spits, echoing the same words that I had said to him when promising to try harder. 

Fuck.

I don’t know if it’s the anger of just the piles of emotions, but the warmth clouds my vision with tears as I bite into my cheek. 

“How does it make you feel? I just—fuck. I wanted to feel good. With you. That’s what couples do. Why the fuck—” he clenches his jaw before taking a deep breath, lowering his tone. “-why the fuck do you not want anything to do with me? I get that you tried—you made dinner. But…I just wanted to be a normal couple for once. You…you don’t even let me kiss you in public and now…” 

“I don’t like PDA. It—it makes me uncomfortable,” I say, whispering quietly as my chest gets heavier and heavier by the second. 

“You won’t even let me kiss you in private right now,” he points out. 

Because I know it won’t just be kissing. 

It’s what I wanna say. But the rage is fading into confusion and sadness as he looks at me pointedly. 

Hayden sighs deeply, resting his elbows on his knees before extending his hands out. Hesitantly, I place my hands in his. “Hey,” he starts, rubbing his thumbs over my knuckles while staring up at me. “-I just wanna appreciate you. We don’t have to tonight, I guess. I…I know you’re trying and we’re getting there, okay?” 

He’s trying, I’m trying.

But how am I not trying hard enough? 

Why did I have to just…snap?

If I had said it nicer, maybe it wouldn’t be like this. Maybe we wouldn’t have to feel like this. 

Maybe I’m not trying enough. 

“Come sit on my lap. We…we don’t have to do anything. Let’s just…I don’t know—we could watch a movie?” 

I nod, sitting back into his lap as he wraps an arm around my waist, leaning forward and grabbing the remote from the coffee table. As he pulls the object back, it flips his phone upwards. The bright screen catches my attention, my curiosity keeping my eyes trained on the small notifications that are unreadable from the distance. 

“Are you serious?” he huffs, grabbing his phone and shoving it into his pocket. 

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to snoop—” I start, getting cut off by his brutally rushed voice. 

“If either of us were cheating, it would be you with the guys you hangout with all the time. You’re…fuck, just—let’s try to have a good night. You make shit so difficult sometimes.” 

I feel the uncomfortable edge of his phone prod into my thigh as I try to shift around. Hayden hisses through his teeth, a painful grip from his hands grasping into my hips. 

“Could you not? If—fuck,” he groans, making my body freeze to a stop, despite the prodding discomfort. “--are you sure, babe? We—”

“I…I don’t—” 

“It’s fine.” he cuts off. 

It’s not fine. His voice and his grasping hands staying latched onto me tell me it’s anything but fine. He’s frustrated. Just as much as me—if not more. 

My heart sinks into my near empty stomach as I sit tensely in his grip. A movie starts playing—a random one I’ve never seen before. I can tell by his laugh from the first line that this is one of the movies he likes. And I didn’t even know what it was. 

All I knew was I felt like shit. 

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I had been spam texting Manon like crazy. Hayden had left around an hour ago in an awkward silence, but fuck—that tension still lingered and I could feel my nails gripping into my own arms for some desperation to be grounded. 

She was busy. She had to go to bed since she had a ridiculously early shoot tomorrow. Her ‘goodnight’ text made my heart sink. 

And then there was another knocking on the door. 

Did he already come back? 

Taking soft steps to make as little noise as possible, I glance through the peephole and nearly drop to the floor. Matt’s face is impossibly close to the little tunnel. A breathless laugh pushes through my lips as I open the door, coming face-to-face with him.

“Matt? Jesus—you scared me!” I exclaim. 

“Sorry, I—I would’ve texted, but I was just, um…” his eyes shift to look behind. I swing the door open further, nodding my head inside as he walks in. “---Nick and Chris are at some party, but I got bored so I…came here, I guess?” he says, scratching the back of his neck. 

Tilting my head at his uncertain tone, I shut the door. Matt places a plastic bag on the counter, bending slightly to slip his shoes off and place them on the rack next to my sneakers. 

“What’s in the bag?” I ask. 

“Oh! Look, c’mere-” I follow behind Matt as he opens the crinkled bag. As he opens it, he pulls out a bag of chocolates—the chocolates I loved, but could never get. They were seasonal. Specifically–Valentine’s Day. I had only ever told him about them since we had only met in the summer and it’s only been a couple of months. 

“Matt! How did you find these!” I exclaim. He tears open the bag with a smile, grabbing a handful and hovering his hand in the air. I open my palm, a jittering flutter of nostalgia flowing through my body as the familiar pink Hershey Kiss wrappers land in my hold. 

“Apparently you can buy them online and I did a little bit ago just in case you were havin’ a bad day, ya know? I, also—” he reaches back in the bag, pulling out wax candy bottles, something he’s told me about from his own childhood. Matt was shocked when I said I’d never tried them before. He was determined to have me try one at some point.

I guess today was the day. 

A pout of overwhelming emotions clouds on my face. I set the chocolates down on the counter before wrapping my arms around his neck. Matt is stiff for a second. He melts into me completely, his arms hesitantly wrapping around my waist and his nose digging into my hair. 

“Thank you, I…I was having a shit day, to be honest.” 

He remembers—somehow he just knows. 

“I…of course, can we just, um—maybe let’s just sit on your couch and talk? Eat some junk?” he offers. A smile covers my face as I quickly nod against his chest. I go to pull away, letting out a light gasp as he tugs me in closer to his chest. 

It’s so warm.

I should question the extended hug. I should awkwardly laugh and pull away. But—I can’t help but melt into him completely, a sad look of reality crossing over my face as I reminisce on the heavy feeling in my chest. 

“Are you okay? Like—really?” he whispers. 

There’s a certain spotlight that makes everything seem more real. And it makes my eyes burn with warm tears as I choke on a dry laugh. 

“I mean—”

I try to play it off. The lighthearted choke is cut off as I feel him hug me tighter into his chest, making my voice crack as something just shatters in me. 

“No,” I let out shakily. “-not really, I…” I grow silent with trembling lips. 

“Hey, hey, hey, you don’t have to say anything, okay? I—we’re….we’re friends, I’m here for you. Let’s just relax for a bit, yeah?” he voices. 

The pressure from overwhelming emotions is relieved by his words. I don’t have to talk, I don’t have to do anything but relax.

Finally. 

[spiderb00]

Barbie n ken - Kids out universe

Yn was like Barbie, and Sophia was like Ken. It means that Sophia has a fucking boner for Yn.

Before we start - it's not a complete smut, it's just suggestive, I'm just introducing a few things before starting the chapters of Kids out.

All of this belongs to the Fam out/kids out universe, so if you want to read the previous chapters you can find them in the fam out masterlist.

And you can also find headcanons and things about fam out in the #fam out, on my profile. Have fun <3

It started with a joke, an innocent joke between Sophia's family. When you first went to meet Sophia's family, you tried everything you could to impress them and convince them that you were perfect for their little girl. So you cooked with her mom, helped her dad change the tire on his car — when the tire went flat in the middle of a ride — and even helped her siblings beat the level in the game they were fighting.   

All of this earned you one of the funniest titles you've ever had, "Barbie." One night, when you were all talking, Sophia's father made an innocent joke, saying that you were like the real-life Barbie and could practice all professions. Although he was only joking, he wasn't wrong, and Sophia knew it. Oh, she definitely knew that. 

Sophia admired how you could do ANYTHING, if you knew, you would, and if you didn't, you'd learn to start doing it. It was something of your personality that the Filipina loved, maybe she would even feel things when you showed that side of you, and it's good for you that you showed it almost always.   

The shower had broken...  

And two of the Kats couldn't take a cold shower anymore, whenever they got out of the shower, they would have a thousand complaints to make.   

"URG! I hate this shower, I thought the technician would come today?!" Daniela says, leaving the room with an angry expression.   

From the couch you can hear the Latina's complaint. Today was your day off work, so after texting Sophia, and finding out that Filipina was off duty, too, you quickly hopped in your car and drove to the Kats' house.   

"What is she talking about?" You asked Sophia, who had her head on your chest, her eyes glazed over the movie you were watching on television.   

"The shower in her and Manon's room is broken, with no hot water." The Filipina responds, moving and trying to get more comfortable against you.  

"I could take a look, it doesn't seem like a big deal. In fact, it reminds me of when I met you." Sophia lifted her head from your chest, looking at you with big eyes.   

The truth is, the thought of seeing you fix anything made Sophia extremely... excited. Biting her lower lip, Sophia shook her head, standing up and saying she would ask the girls if it was okay for you to check out the faulty shower.   

When Manon and Daniela agreed, without a second thought, you grabbed the small toolbox, which was in your trunk, and headed towards the girls' bathroom. You soon saw the problem, grabbing your tools and starting to do what had to be done. Your concentration was so great, you were missing the extremely dirty look your girlfriend was giving you. At the same time that Sophia wasn't proud of her thoughts, she also thought that you and she are dating, so fuck it.   

She observed everything. The way your hands fiddled with the tools, the way your shirt went up a little - exposing your skin - every time you raised your hand, the way your veins were more apparent when you put in the slightest bit of force, damn it, even your face of concentration was driving her crazy. 

Putting everything back in place, you turned on the shower, putting it on warm temperature, and then gradually increasing it, just to make sure everything was working. When everything seemed good, you closed the toolbox, giving a smile to Sophia, who seemed too hypnotized to reciprocate.   

"Okay girls, everything working." You said, leaving the bathroom with Sophia behind.   

"Oh my god Yn, you're an angel." Daniela said, throwing her head back as she thanked you.   

"Thank you Yn, you saved us." Manon said, smiling at you.   

Before you could even answer properly Sophia had already pulled your hand, just giving you time to say goodbye to the girls before being dragged out of the house. Seeing Sophia taking your car keys from the keychain, Yoonchae quickly jumped out of her place on the couch, the girl had taken the place in front of the television after you left.  

"Where are you going?" Yoonchae asked, curious to see if she could come along.   

"Yn has a few things to sort out. I'll be back later." Sophia said, still dragging you by the wrist.   

You tried to understand the situation, with Sophia still tugging at your wrist, you tried to call her, running out of answers every time.   

"Sophia! What are you doing? I have nothing to solve." You said, pulling your wrist from the girl's grip, making her turn to you quickly. 

"Yes, you do! You will resolve the situation you left me, and you will resolve it properly. Now get in the damn car and drive to your house." The Filipina said, looking at you as if daring you to disagree with her. 

With a smile on your face, you finally understood what had happened. Raising your hands in surrender, you turned around the car, opening the door for Sophia to get in, closing it soon after and going to the driver's seat. That would be a long afternoon.

As a child, you didn't know exactly what you wanted to do with your life, precisely because you had many skills, you didn't know which one to choose to do for the rest of your life. But at a certain point, you fell in love with cooking, so when you finished high school, you decided to do gastronomy, and now you had a really good job as a chef's assistant.   

 In fact, that has always been your position at the restaurant, "The Plaza" originally started with you and your mom, she did the food, you helped and delivered the orders with your old bike. You two spent a long time like this, working just to keep up with the bills, and the small restaurant had been a way your mother had found to distract herself after her divorce from your father.   

Even though it had an unpretentious beginning, the restaurant took a huge leap in growth, becoming a 5-star restaurant years later. Your mother was a great cook, she had a gastronomy diploma stored in the drawer for a long time, and when she finally started using it, things started to move towards success.   

When you decided to study gastronomy, your mother jumped for joy, so when you turned eighteen, she officially hired you and taught you everything she could. The Kats constantly went to The Plaza, especially when you were working, the Kats loved the food, and Sophia loved to see you in uniform. 

You were warned that the Kats were at the restaurant. Washing your hands and saying you'd be back in five minutes, you walked quickly toward the restaurant hall greeting the customers you saw regularly with a friendly smile.   

"Look if they're not my favorite girls." You said, approaching the table where the Kats had sat. Sophia getting up from her chair and leaving a kiss on your lips.  

Yoonchae standing up too and hugging your waist, making you hug the younger girl back. After releasing Yoonchae, the rest of the Kats greeted you with smiles, all with menus in hand.   

"Have you been waiting too long?" The restaurant was packed, and there were people outside waiting for their tables.  

"Just a little bit." Sophia said, still standing next to you, the shorter woman leaning over you, resting her chin on your chest.  

"You could have called me." You said, placing one of your arms around Sophia's waist. The sleeve of your uniform was pulled up to your elbow, showing some of the tattoos you had.   

"We told her that, but your girlfriend is boring." Daniela said as she put the menu on the table.   

"Well, make your requests and I'll try to advance you." You say, winking at Sophia, that you seemed to want to melt into your arms.  

While the girls were busy figuring out what they were going to ask for, Sophia still had her chin on your chest, looking at you with puppy eyes.  

"What do you want?" You ask, laughing lightly, already knowing that the Filipina had something in mind.  

"You look so sexy in uniform." She said, standing correctly and running her hands over your chest, until she placed them on the back of your neck.   

"Sophia, we're in the middle of the hall" You said embarrassed, but still putting your hands around the waist of the woman.   

"Can I sleep at your house today?" She asked, her puppy eyes shining at you, as she tilted her head to the right side, her glossy lips now had a beak. Fuck! How could you say no to her?  

"Of course, my love. But now I have to go." You said, kissing her lips once more and pulling away quickly, but not without losing the sly smile on her lips. 

You were happy, and even though you had a big job ahead of you, you were still very happy. The parts to assemble your new setup finally arrived, it was a PC with much more capacity than your old one, ensuring that you could play many more games and in better quality.

You were about two hours assembling and putting everything in its place, and you weren't even halfway through. Your shirt had been thrown on the floor for a long time, you now wearing only a Calvin Klein top and sweatpants, Scooby and Max had already slept, giving up watching you put it all together. You were alone with the dogs, but you knew Sophia would be back in a few hours, she and the Kats were rehearsing a lot for the Jingle Ball performance.   

Before you even had a chance to think of her again, the rattling of the door could be heard downstairs, the security alarm remained silent, signaling to you that Sophia was home. The Filipina screamed your name, making you respond, following the sound of your voice, Sophia found you in one of the rooms of the house, the one you had chosen to set up your game room.  

As soon as Sophia arrived at the door, she stopped suddenly. She saw you, shirtless, hands fiddling with something, she didn't pay attention. How would she pay attention to the crap you held when her wife was shirtless? Your back muscles showing when you made slight movements. Looking down, Sophia saw how perfect your ass looked in those sweatpants and she wanted to grab and bite every inch of your body.   

"Yn." Sophia called.  

"Hm." You replied, without taking your eyes off the thing in your hand.

"Can we go to our room?" Sophia said, her voice sounding remote.   

Delicately dropping the thing you had in your hands on the table, you turned to Sophia with a confused expression. Giving her now the view of your breasts and your abdomen, the Filipina was about to jump on you.  

 "Is everything okay with you?" You asked, seeing the shorter woman approach you, taking your hand in hers.  

"Yes, but in a few hours we may not be able to walk anymore." She said, dragging you into the room, closing the door with a thud. 

I debated a lot with myself if I should post this as a Fam out chapter, but it kind of doesn't fit as a chapter, because it doesn't make the story move.

And it also can't be put in Kids out because it's not necessarily an smut, so it's just some random situations that happened in the kids out universe (as it's more inclined to the sujestive side I thought it would be better that way)

Anyway, the requests are closed, but if you have any thoughts about fam out (or about any other story) you can still send me in the inbox, I will answer <3

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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁only star ✮ manon bannerman

She may be the reason I survive

pairing.ᐟ actress!manon bannerman x reader

about.ᐟ when actress Manon Bannerman walks into your record store searching for a rare vinyl, she doesn’t expect you to be clueless about her fame. the brief encounter turns intriguing when a fan outs Manon’s identity, leading you to chase after her and get her number, but the connection is quickly tested—paparazzi ambush the both of you, forcing an escape to your apartment, where you bond in private. As you get a glimpse of Manon’s chaotic world, the reality of dating someone famous becomes overwhelming and just when things start to feel real, Manon’s girlfriend returns from L.A., ready to reclaim her place.

genre.ᐟ fluff, kind of angsty

wc.ᐟ 1094 words

a/n.ᐟ the song isn't really necessary, but i just want to appreciate this song cuz it just make me feel something, also i might not post or i'll try to post another angst today (thesis been biting me in the fuckin ass). anyways, happy valentines, my lovely peepz!

The why and wherefore I'm alive

The bell above the door chimed as Manon Bannerman stepped into the vinyl shop, the scent of old records and dust filling her senses. She wasn’t sure why she chose this particular store—maybe it was instinct, or just blind luck—but she was searching for something rare. Something special.

Rows upon rows of vinyl stretched before her, a collector’s dream. As she made her way to the rare collections section, she was greeted by the shop’s owner, a charming individual with a welcoming smile.

“Looking for something special?” a warm voice called out.

She looked up to see the owner behind the counter. You had an easy confidence about you, a quiet charm. Not someone who immediately recognized her, and that was refreshing.

“Yes, actually,” Manon replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Do you happen to have The Beatles’ Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, signed by all four Beatles?”

You frowned, tapping your fingers against the counter. “That’s a deep cut. Let me check.”

As you sifted through your catalog, Manon watched you. There was something about the way you moved—calm, deliberate, unaffected. She could tell you weren’t used to dealing with celebrities, and for some reason, she liked that.

“No luck,” you finally said, glancing up. “But I can put out feelers.”

Her lips twitched in amusement. “You really don’t know who I am, do you?”

You shrugged. “Should I?”

Before she could respond, a high-pitched squeal rang through the shop. “Oh my God, Manon Bannerman?” A young woman clutching a stack of records gawked at her. “I love Uncharted! Your performance was unreal!”

Manon stiffened slightly, her expression flickering between amusement and frustration. That was when it hit you—she was famous. Like, really famous.

A beat of silence stretched between you before she sighed, muttering, “Well, that answers that.” Then, with an apologetic half-smile, she turned and slipped out the door

You hesitated only a second before following. “Hey, Manon!” you called, jogging after her.

She glanced back, surprised.

“At least let me get your number for when I find that record.”

She studied you, lips quirking. Then, as if making a decision, she plucked the pen from behind your ear, grabbed your wrist, and scrawled a number across your skin.

“Good luck,” she said before disappearing into the city.

A week later, you were sitting in your apartment, sipping whiskey with Manon while hiding from a pack of paparazzi who had caught you outside a café. What started as a casual text about the record had spiraled into something else entirely.

She sat cross-legged on your worn-out couch, flipping through your vinyl collection with a lazy smile. “You really don’t care about all this, do you?”

“The flashing cameras? The tabloid buzz?” you mused. “Not really. I mean, it’s a little surreal, but you’re just… you.”

She exhaled, relaxing. “I like that.”

And for a while, it was good. Until reality crept in.

So it went, an unusual romance blooming between a quiet vinyl shop owner and a Hollywood star, but dating someone famous wasn’t all stolen moments and whispered secrets. It was dodging paparazzi in alleyways, waking up to your face in gossip columns, strangers dissecting your relationship online.

Just last night, you had booked a secluded part of a restaurant—minimal windows, barely any people. Yet somehow, the paparazzi still got in and if that wasn’t enough, a waiter had kept pestering Manon for a picture, completely ignoring the fact that you were trying to have a normal evening.

The night was ruined.

Afterward, you hadn’t spoken much. She tried to explain, insisting this was inevitable, that she couldn’t escape the spotlight.

“I just want a goddamn normal life and a non-showbiz girlfriend,” you had snapped in frustration.

Her face fell, the words cutting deeper than you had intended. Without another word, she walked out, leaving you alone with your regret.

The next day, armed with a bouquet, you knocked on her hotel door, ready to apologize. But instead of Manon, another woman answered—wearing Manon’s shirt.

Your heart clenched. “Hi, is Manon here?”

Before the woman could respond, Manon appeared, eyes widening when she saw you. She quickly pulled the other woman back inside and stepped into the hallway with you.

“Who the hell was that?” you demanded.

She hesitated. “That was my ex. She showed up causing a scene, and I let her in to calm her down.”

You didn’t believe it. “Really? Wearing your shirt?”

She sighed, exasperated. “It’s not what you think.”

You exhaled sharply and shoved the bouquet into her hands. “You know what? I give up.”

“No!” She grabbed your wrist. “Please, can we just talk?”

You contemplated, then shook your head. “I need to think this through. Can we take a break?”

She swallowed hard but nodded, stepping back into her room.

That night, you found yourself at your sister’s house, breaking down in her arms.

“Oh, darling, everything’s going to be fine,” she soothed.

You sniffled. “It doesn’t feel fine.”

She sighed. “You either accept her for who she is or find someone who fits your idea of normal.”

The words lingered in your mind.

The next day, you dragged yourself to work. It was quiet, save for the occasional customer. As you searched for Manon’s record, someone cleared their throat.

Looking up, you found her standing there—natural hair, no makeup, a soft, hopeful smile.

“Hi,” she said. “Can we talk?”

You led her to the back office.

“So, how was your weekend?” you asked lightly.

“Spent it in my hotel,” she admitted. “Thinking about how I messed up.”

Silence stretched between you before she continued, “I’m leaving today, but I wanted to see you—maybe to remind you that I still like you. A lot.”

You stared at her, heart pounding. “Manon…”

She bit her lip. “I know I come with baggage, but I don’t want to lose you. Maybe we can find a way to make this work?”

You hesitated, but then you thought of her smile, her laugh, the way she felt like home despite the chaos. Maybe your sister was right—you either accept someone for who they are or you walk away.

You reached into the drawer, pulling out a package. “I found something.”

Her brows lifted as she unwrapped it—The Beatles' Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, not signed, but still pristine.

She laughed, teary-eyed. “It’s perfect.”

You grinned. “So, should we give this another shot?”

She nodded, stepping closer. “Yeah. Let’s try.”

And as she kissed you, soft and slow, you knew—you were all in.

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MAKE UP

After getting tired of hearing manon weep about her ex girlfriend, her friends thinks it’s a good idea to implant the thought of ways to possibly win her ex back

Warnings; fluff, fem!reader, db manon, hands holding, exes to lovers, they say I love you like more than 3 times, they’re so in love ughhh, based on a real life situation, they kiss, lmk if I missed anything cuz I think there’s a lot that I missed :P 3.2k WC

Manon's friends had had enough of her moping around campus. It had been weeks since her breakup with y/n, and Manon was still stuck in a rut. She'd lost interest in her favorite hobbies, her grades were slipping, and she'd even stopped bothering to style her hair in the morning. Her friends had tried everything to get her out of her funk - from dragging her to parties to forcing her to watch hours of rom-coms - but nothing seemed to be working.

That was when they came up with the plan. It was bold, it was daring, and it was just a little bit crazy. But Manon's friends were convinced it was the only way to get her back with y/n, and they were determined to make it happen.

As Manon sat in the cafeteria, nursing a cup of cold coffee and staring blankly out the window, her friends gathered around her, their eyes shining with excitement. "Okay, Manon, we've got a plan," one of them said, barely containing her grin. "And it's going to get you back with y/n in no time."

Manon raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "What is it?" she asked, her voice laced with doubt.

Her friends leaned in, their voices barely above a whisper. "We're going to get you to pull y/n aside, alone, and then... well, then it's up to you."

Manon's eyes widened as she realized what her friends were suggesting. It was crazy, it was reckless, and it was just a little bit terrifying. But as she thought about it, she couldn't help but feel a spark of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this was the chance she needed to win y/n back.

Manon's heart was racing as she thought about the plan. She had to admit, it was tempting. She had been wanting to talk to y/n for weeks, but every time she saw her, she froze up. This could be her chance to finally express her feelings and see if there was still a spark between them.

"Okay, I'll do it," Manon said finally, trying to sound confident.

Her friends cheered and clapped, excited that their plan was going to work. "We'll help you come up with a script and everything," one of them said. "You'll be a pro in no time."

Manon smiled, feeling a sense of determination wash over her. She was going to do this, and she was going to make it work.

The rest of the day was a blur as Manon and her friends worked on the plan. They came up with a script, practiced Manon's lines, and even rehearsed the whole thing in front of the mirror.

By the time the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, Manon was feeling more confident than she had in weeks. She was ready to do this.

As she walked out of the school building, Manon scanned the courtyard, looking for y/n. She spotted her standing by the fountain, laughing with a group of friends.

Manon took a deep breath, feeling her heart pound in her chest. This was it. This was her chance.

She started to walk towards y/n, her friends cheering her on from behind. Manon's palms were sweaty, and her legs felt like jelly, but she didn't let that stop her.

She reached out and grabbed y/n's hand, pulling her aside. "Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?" Manon asked, trying to sound casual.

y/n looked at her in surprise, but she nodded and followed Manon to a more secluded area.

Manon's heart was racing as she looked at y/n. This was it. This was her chance to tell y/n how she really felt.

But as she looked into y/n's eyes, Manon felt her confidence start to slip. What if y/n didn't feel the same way? What if she had moved on?

Manon's mind was racing with doubts and fears, but she knew she had to push through them. She took a deep breath and started to speak...

y/n raised an eyebrow, looking at Manon with a mixture of confusion and amusement. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle.

Manon felt her face heat up with embarrassment. She quickly looked away, trying to compose herself. But she couldn't help sneaking another glance at y/n.

y/n's eyes sparkled with laughter, and she took a step closer to Manon. "Seriously, what's going on?" she asked, her voice low and husky.

Manon's heart skipped a beat as she felt y/n's warm breath on her skin. She swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. But all she could manage was a weak smile.

y/n's expression softened, and she reached out to gently brush a strand of hair out of Manon's face. "Hey, it's okay," she said, her voice full of kindness. "You can tell me what's wrong."

Manon's heart melted at y/n's touch. She felt like she was drowning in y/n's eyes, and she couldn't look away. She was trapped in the moment, unable to speak or move.

All she could do was stare at y/n, her heart pounding in her chest. She was completely at y/n's mercy, and she didn't even care.

Manon's eyes darted around, avoiding y/n's gaze. She fidgeted with her hands, trying to appear calm. "I don't know, I just...I wanted to know if you're doing okay, I guess," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

y/n's expression changed from soft to curious. She took a step closer to Manon, her eyes locked on hers. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice low and gentle.

Manon's heart skipped a beat as y/n's face drew closer. She could feel y/n's warm breath on her skin, and it sent shivers down her spine. She tried to focus on the conversation, but her mind kept wandering back to the way y/n's eyes sparkled in the sunlight.

"I mean, after we broke up, I just...I wanted to make sure you're doing okay," Manon repeated, trying to sound casual despite her racing heart.

y/n's eyes searched Manon's face, as if looking for something. After a moment, she nodded slowly. "I'm doing okay, I guess," she said, her voice measured. "But I have to ask, Manon...why are you asking me this now?"

Manon's eyes dropped to the ground, and she shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "I don't know, I just...I care about you, I guess," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

y/n's expression softened, and she took another step closer to Manon. "You care about me?" she repeated, her voice low and gentle.

Manon's heart skipped a beat as y/n's face drew even closer. She could feel y/n's warm breath on her skin, and it sent shivers down her spine. She nodded slowly, her eyes still fixed on the ground.

y/n's hand reached out, and she gently lifted Manon's chin, forcing her to meet her gaze. "Manon, look at me," she said, her voice soft but firm.

Manon's eyes locked onto y/n's, and she felt like she was drowning in their depths. She couldn't look away, couldn't breathe. All she could do was stare at y/n, her heart pounding in her chest.

Manon's eyes locked onto y/n's, and she felt like she was drowning in their depths. She couldn't look away, couldn't breathe. All she could do was stare at y/n, her heart pounding in her chest.

y/n's eyes searched Manon's face, as if looking for something. After a moment, she nodded slowly. "I care about you too, Manon," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Manon's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't expected y/n to say that. She thought she'd be angry, or hurt, or maybe even indifferent. But instead, y/n's words sent a warmth spreading through her chest.

"Really?" Manon asked, her voice shaking slightly.

y/n nodded again. "Really," she repeated. "But I have to ask, Manon...what do you want from me?"

Manon's eyes dropped to the ground again. She hadn't thought this far ahead. She'd just wanted to talk to y/n, to see how she was doing. But now, faced with y/n's question, she realized she didn't know what she wanted.

"I don't know," Manon admitted, feeling a little foolish.

y/n's expression softened. "It's okay, Manon," she said. "We can figure it out together."

Manon's heart swelled with emotion. She felt a sense of hope she hadn't felt in weeks. Maybe, just maybe, she and y/n could work things out.

As they stood there, locked in each other's gaze, Manon felt like she was melting into y/n's eyes. She couldn't look away, couldn't breathe. All she could do was stare at y/n, her heart pounding in her chest.

The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a moment of pure possibility.

Manon took a deep breath, her heart racing with anticipation. She knew it was a risk, but she couldn't help how she felt. "I want to get back together," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

y/n's expression changed, a mix of surprise and curiosity crossing her face. But as she looked into Manon's eyes, she saw the sincerity and vulnerability there. She saw the love and regret that Manon had been carrying around for weeks.

y/n's face softened, and she took a step closer to Manon. "I've missed you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Manon's heart skipped a beat. "I've missed you too," she replied, her voice shaking with emotion.

y/n's eyes searched Manon's face, and she saw the love and devotion there. She saw the girl who had captured her heart, and she knew that she couldn't resist her.

"Okay," y/n said finally, a small smile on her face. "Let's try again."

Manon's face lit up with joy, and she threw her arms around y/n. "I promise I won't mess it up this time," she whispered, her voice muffled against y/n's shoulder.

y/n laughed and hugged her back. "I promise to forgive you if you do," she replied, her voice filled with warmth and love.

As they hugged, Manon felt a sense of relief and happiness wash over her. She had gotten a second chance, and she was determined to make the most of it. She held y/n close, feeling grateful for this new beginning, and knowing that their love was strong enough to overcome any obstacle.

As they hugged, Manon's face accidentally brushed against y/n's lips, causing them to share a sweet, unexpected kiss. It was a brief, gentle touch, but it sent shivers down Manon's spine. She pulled back, her face flushing with surprise and delight.

y/n's eyes sparkled with amusement, and she smiled softly. "I guess we're a little rusty at this," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Manon laughed, feeling a little self-conscious but also relieved that y/n wasn't upset. "I guess so," she replied, her voice shaking slightly.

As they stood there, smiling at each other, Manon felt a sense of connection and intimacy that she hadn't felt in weeks. It was like no time had passed at all, and they were back to where they had started.

y/n's eyes never left Manon's face, and after a moment, she reached out and took Manon's hand. "Let's walk," she said, her voice soft and gentle.

Manon's heart skipped a beat as she felt y/n's hand wrap around hers. It was a simple gesture, but it felt like so much more. It felt like a promise, a commitment to each other.

As they walked, hand in hand, Manon felt a sense of happiness and contentment wash over her. She had never felt this way with anyone before, and she knew that she never would again.

They walked in comfortable silence for a few minutes, enjoying the warm sunshine and the sound of birds chirping in the trees. It was a peaceful, idyllic scene, and Manon felt grateful to be a part of it.

As they turned a corner, they were surprised to see a group of people watching them. Manon's face flushed with embarrassment, and she tried to pull her hand out of y/n's.

But y/n just laughed and held on tight. "Don't worry about it," she said, her voice amused. "We're just happy, that's all."

Manon smiled, feeling a little self-conscious but also relieved that y/n wasn't upset. "I guess we are," she replied, her voice shaking slightly.

The group of people cheered and clapped, and Manon's face flushed with embarrassment. But y/n just laughed and waved, enjoying the attention.

As they walked away, hand in hand, Manon felt a sense of happiness and contentment wash over her. She knew that she had found her soulmate in y/n, and she was grateful for every moment they spent together.

They walked for a few more minutes, enjoying the sunshine and each other's company. They talked about their plans for the future, their dreams and aspirations.

As they walked, Manon felt a sense of connection and intimacy with y/n that she had never felt before. It was like they were two pieces of a puzzle, fitting together perfectly.

After a while, they decided to stop and get some ice cream. They sat down at a small table outside, enjoying the warm sunshine and each other's company.

As they ate their ice cream, Manon felt a sense of happiness and contentment wash over her. She knew that she had found her soulmate in y/n, and she was grateful for every moment they spent together.

They sat there for a few more minutes, enjoying each other's company. They talked about their plans for the future, their dreams and aspirations.

As they sat there, Manon felt a sense of connection and intimacy with y/n that she had never felt before. It was like they were two pieces of a puzzle, fitting together perfectly.

After a while, they decided to walk some more. They strolled through the park, enjoying the warm sunshine and each other's company.

As they walked, Manon felt a sense of happiness and contentment wash over her. She knew that she had found her soulmate in y/n, and she was grateful for every moment they spent together.

They walked for a few more minutes, enjoying the sunshine and each other's company. They talked about their plans for the future, their dreams and aspirations.

As they walked, Manon felt a sense of connection and intimacy with y/n that she had never felt before. It was like they were two pieces of a puzzle, fitting together perfectly.

After a while, they decided to head back to y/n's place. They walked hand in hand, enjoying the warm sunshine and each other's company.

As they walked, Manon felt a sense of happiness and contentment wash over her. She knew that she had found her soulmate in y/n, and she was grateful for every moment they spent together.

They walked for a few more minutes, enjoying the sunshine and each other's company.

As they walked, Manon felt a sense of connection and intimacy with y/n that she had never felt before.

As the evening drew to a close, Manon and y/n decided to head back to y/n's place for a quiet dinner together. They spent the evening cooking up a storm in the kitchen, laughing and chatting as they worked.

As they sat down to eat, Manon couldn't help but feel grateful for this second chance with y/n. She looked across the table at y/n, who was smiling at her with eyes that shone with love.

"Thank you for tonight," Manon said, her voice filled with emotion. "I'm so grateful to have you back in my life."

y/n's smile softened, and she reached out to take Manon's hand. "I'm grateful too," she said. "I promise to always communicate with you, to listen to you and support you. I love you, Manon."

Manon's heart swelled with love and gratitude. "I love you too, y/n," she replied, squeezing her hand gently. "I promise to do the same - to always be there for you, to listen to you and support you. I'm so sorry again for what happened before. I promise to make it up to you."

y/n's eyes sparkled with tears as she smiled at Manon. "You don't have to make it up to me," she said. "You're already doing it, just by being here with me. I love you, Manon."

As they finished their meal and sat together in comfortable silence, Manon knew that their love was stronger than ever. They had been given a second chance, and they were determined to make the most of it.

As they sat together in comfortable silence, Manon felt y/n's eyes on her, and she knew that she was being drawn into a kiss. She leaned in, her heart pounding with excitement, and y/n met her halfway.

Their lips touched, and Manon felt a spark of electricity run through her body. The kiss was soft and gentle, but it was also filled with a deep passion and love.

As they kissed, Manon felt like she was home. She felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be, with the person she was meant to be with.

y/n's arms wrapped around her, pulling her close, and Manon felt like she was melting into her. The kiss deepened, and Manon felt like she was drowning in y/n's love.

As they broke apart for air, Manon smiled up at y/n, feeling happy and content. "I love you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

y/n smiled back, her eyes shining with love. "I love you too," she replied, her voice filled with emotion.

As they sat together, wrapped in each other's arms, Manon knew that she had found her forever love in y/n. And she knew that she would never let her go again.

[lara4eclipze]

— 𝓘'm a sucker for you.

— ( 🥀 ) follow you through the dark, can't get enough you're the medicine and the pain, the tattoo inside my brain and, baby, you know it's obvious

sophia laforteza x fem reader, vamp!soph, human!reader, fluff, suggestive (?), biting, blood, swearing, wc[?], tags listed below

your best friend sophia has been acting weird lately, I mean she is weird but weirder, she looks paler and she gets very snappy toward everyone, and not to mention she had been staring at your neck weirdly

hey you're not one to jump to conclusions but it's hard not to when filipina have been dropping hints of wanting something that you just can't pinpoint

one night the rest of the katz and you were determined to find out what has been in the leaders mind that made her seem out of it

"so, y/n will go in the room and confront her, me and dani will lock the door from the outside and the rest will wait for your chat if it works" lara says as she walks you through the plan, it seemed full proof and worth the shot

"yes, I'll bring water, she's been in that room for like the whole week" you mutter grabbing some ice-cold water from the fridge, lara and daniela got in position waiting for your cue to go in the room

"wish me luck" you laugh a bit, but deep inside you are nervous, yoonchae cheers you on, mainly cause sophia also didn't want her in the room they share, and she had been sharing a bed with the eldest, "please, I want my bed back" yoonchae says, making manon roll her eyes

you knock on the door three times, before deciding to push in, you hear rustling from lara and daniela locking the door which you gulp to

the room was dim, not a single light ray passed through — sophia's bed was a mess of blankets and there she was, huddled her face buried in her legs as she practically shaked

worriedly you run up to the filipina, placing your hand on her arm — cold, she felt like ice which made you even more scared of the leaders well being

"soph, it's me — are you-" before the rest of your words left your mouth, sophia pinned you down quickly to the bed, her eyes gleamed red, as her chest heaved, "sophia, your scaring me" you mutter scared as you try to wriggle off from her vice likd grip

she looked scary, it was like you were face to face with an actual devil, with how sinister her expression was, sophia smiles her fangs fully showing — you felt your heart drop, you've never believed in vampires nor any entities of such, but right now its hard not to

"fuck, do you know how hungry I've been?" the older woman growls her face nearing your neck as she breathes in your fear — a delighted smile made it to her full lips "god your blood smells fresh"

your heart thumped against your chest, it felt like any second your supposed best friend is gonna kill you, "soph, what do you mean?" you stutter, trying to make sense of what the hell is even happening

"fuck y/n, i know you're not stupid, i need your blood right now" the leader growls, you can tell she is holding her self back to not hurt you since she senses your fear

"please" she pleads, she already has you pinned what the hell else are you gonna say? no? — whatever will turn her back to normal is whats best

"soph, do what you have to do" you replied, bracing yourself for whatever she might dish out, "thank you" sophia thanks

she sinks her teeth into your neck agonizingly slow, you wanted to scream as your mouth hung open but nothing came out, it was all too much — she proceeded to suck at the wound drinking what felt like gallons of your blood — you felt lightheaded as the room arounds you became warped and warm

"s-soph" you whimper as the olders mouth licks over the wound, her teeth shined with your blood as some dripped to her lips — "thank you so much" the filipina mutters

all you can think about is, wanting her to do it again — till you can barely feel anything around you, not that anything else mattered but her

sophia quickly carries your body and breaks the door of its hinges — leaving her members shocked as they looked at your limp body in their leaders arms

she showers you warmly — then cleans your wound, patching it up before laying you in lara's bed (the desi girl insisted), the katz worried muttering quickly faded out as your consciousness slipped

"what the fuck soph, what did you do to her?" daniela screams, panicked and partly thinking sophia killed you, megan quickly took yoonchae to another room to avoid getting into the heated questioning

"i can explain tommorow, i just want to be sure that y/n is okay" sophia dismissed all the questions, checking on you, kissing your forehead as you were asleep

note: hi pplz, short fic should i make pt2?

[sirenontheloose]

HAVE  A LOVELY DAY

Not everyone deserves to be in your life, even if they once meant everything.

GENRE: angst

Dani’s words hit you like a punch to the stomach. She sighed heavily, her face was unreadable. “Let’s keep this from the girls,” she said quietly, standing up from the edge of her bed. For a moment, you just stared at her, struggling to process what you’d heard. “What?” you managed, your voice trembling with disbelief. The disappointment was clear, and you didn’t even care if she noticed.

Dani turned to face you, her expression cold, unfamiliar. It was like looking at a stranger, and it hurt more than you thought it could. “It’s not that complicated, Y/N,” she said, her tone sharper now, as if you were the one being unreasonable. “This was just a one-night stand. The girls don’t need to know every detail of our lives.”

Your chest tightened, the words hanging in the air, suffocating you. “A one-night stand?” you repeated, barely a whisper. It was like you needed to hear it again to make sure you weren’t imagining things.

She let out a bitter laugh, almost as if she was mocking you. “Yes, a one-night stand. You didn’t actually think this was serious, did you?”

The disbelief quickly melted into anger, the kind that burned and made your hands shake, your vision blurring as tears threatened to spill. You took a shaky breath, trying to hold it together, but the pain was too much. You scrambled to put your clothes on, hands trembling as the anger rose in your chest.

Without thinking, you turned back to her. The slap came before you could stop yourself, the sharp sound cutting through the silence. Her eyes widened, but you didn’t care. “Fuck you,” you said, your voice raw with emotion. You didn’t wait for her response. You stormed out of the room, the door slamming shut behind you, leaving Dani and her cruel words behind. 

It had been a week since you’d disappeared, and the girls could sense something had happened. They couldn’t quite put their finger on it, but the unanswered calls and unread messages had them worried. But you had let them know through your mom that you were fine when Sophia, Manon, and Lara came by to check on you. You weren’t ready to face them just yet, especially Daniela. It stung, but you knew you had to pull yourself together. Your week of self-imposed isolation was over, and it was time to step back into reality.

When you walked through the hallway, it was impossible not to notice the change. Your mini black dress and red heels, almost as if you were stepping into a different world, had the students staring in awe. It was clear, the one and only Y/N Y/L/N had returned, and the school wasn’t going to forget it. Sophia’s scream of surprise echoed across the hallway, and you couldn’t help but smirk, feeling a surge of confidence. You’d been gone, but now? Now, you were back, and you owned the room.

Lara gasped, "Damn girl, you look hot!" She grinned, motioning for you to do a quick spin so she could get a full view of your outfit. You couldn’t help but giggle. As much as you weren't looking forward to facing Dani after that whole mess, you knew you'd be an idiot to let something as trivial as “a one night stand” get in the way of the fun with the other girls.

"I thought you were dying," Manon teased, pulling you into a hug, her eyes narrowing slightly as she sensed something was off despite your smiles. The girls were all fawning over how gorgeous you looked, but Manon knew you well enough to notice the subtle shift. You returned her hug with a small, appreciative smile and walked alongside the girls, purposefully ignoring Dani’s presence. Hoping it was clear to her that whatever you had with her, it was over. 

It wasn’t exactly a secret that a lot of people had a crush on you. With your striking looks, your soft brown locks, your reputation as the model student with straight A’s, and most importantly, the sweet smile you offer to everyone every single day. It was no wonder you were a magnet for attention. Flowers, gifts, and letters? All part of your daily routine. Honestly, every day felt like Valentine’s Day for you.

Megan and Yoonchae eagerly reached for the boxes of chocolates you handed them as you settled into your seat across from Sophia.

“What do you want for lunch? I’ll grab it for you,” Sophia offered, brushing a strand of hair from your face before sending you a playful wink. You felt your cheeks warm at the familiar gesture. You’d never get used to her spontaneous acts of affection. “I’ll have pasta, please,” you replied, humming softly as she stood up to order for both of you.

Dani’s eyes followed you across the room as you laughed and chatted with everyone except her. It was clear to her that you weren’t going to make it easy. With a deep breath, Dani stood up from her seat beside Lara and walked over to you.

"Can we talk?" she said flatly. It wasn’t a request, and you knew better than to make a scene, so you nodded and silently walked toward the least crowded corner, hoping no one, especially one of the girls, overheard.

Standing across from her, arms crossed and guarded, you leveled your gaze at Dani. "What do you want?"

"If you keep acting like this, the girls will notice. They’ll figure it out soon enough," Dani huffed, her tone almost pleading.

You let out a bitter chuckle. "You should feel lucky I’m still letting you be in my presence," you said, your voice tight. "And I don’t care if they know."

You turned to leave, but Dani’s voice stopped you.

"So, that’s it? You’re just gonna end our friendship over this?" She bit the words out, her eyes searching for any hint of softness.

You scoffed. "You know damn well we were never just friends." Your gaze hardened as you delivered the final blow. "Our friendship ended the moment you kissed me five months ago. Don’t act like you didn’t know that." With a shake of your head, you added, "Have a lovely day, Dani." You walked away, leaving her with nothing more to say, just the weight of her choices hanging between you.

THE END

[pergaminaa]

I think milk is another thing that they don't agree on.

Aelin, Dorian and possibly even Chaol have no problems with drinking milk. Idk they seem to be like those people you know? Especially Dorian and Aelin because while reading, nothing beats snacking on cookies and a cold glass of milk because they're silly like that.

Manon (and the rest of the witches) is the opposite. They'd visibly flinch at the sight of someone drinking milk casually and honestly, Dorian thought the witches are being dramatic and he turned to Manon because she is different (they like to mess with him this is why he confirms things with Manon). However, she was reacting exactly the same way because ew this thing is disgusting and just the thought of it was enough to make her feel nauseous (but Dorian didn't think her being dramatic she's just being herself).

[sillymommy6969]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝕮AUGHT RED-LIPPED

Daniela Avanzini x fem!reader

summary: dani and y/n get a little caught up before leaving the house, and poor manon gets a meek little surprise

warnings: making out, suggestive/sexual themes, horny!dani, getting walked in on

Daniela adjusted the silver cuff on her wrist, trying to focus on the subtle clinking of her jewelry instead of the sight just a few feet away. Her girlfriend, stood in front of the bedroom mirror, turning slightly to check the way her dress hugged her curves. The material shimmered in the soft glow of the overhead light, a perfect blend of elegance and edge. It clung in all the right places, leaving Daniela’s mouth slightly dry and her thoughts decidedly less innocent than she would’ve liked.

"How does it look?" Y/N asked, her voice casual, as if she wasn’t currently making Daniela feel like she was about to combust. “Does this make me look weird?”

There she stood, her girlfriend, leaning against the edge of the vanity table, her body silhouetted by the warm glow of the dim overhead light. She wasn’t dressed casually like Daniela had imagined. Instead, she was in an outfit that could only be described as devastating. A fitted black dress hugged her curves perfectly, the fabric shimmering faintly every time she moved. It dipped daringly low at the neckline, leaving little to the imagination, and the slit up her thigh was enough to make Daniela’s mouth go dry.

She tilted her head slightly, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she took in Daniela’s stunned expression. “Hello? Anybody home?”

Home? Daniela wasn’t even sure she was on the same planet anymore. All rational thought had fled her brain the moment she laid eyes on Y/N, replaced by the insistent pounding of her heart and the rush of heat spreading through her body.

Daniela blinked rapidly, pulling herself back to reality. She cleared her throat, but the heat in her cheeks gave her away. "Uh... yeah. You look amazing."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, amused. "Just amazing?"

Daniela let out a strained laugh, running a hand through her auburn hair. "Okay, fine. You look... ravishing. Like, you should probably warn people before stepping out like that."

Y/N turned, her lips curving into a sly smile as she caught Daniela’s gaze shamelessly trailing down her figure. She took a step closer, the click of her heels on the wooden floor reverberating in the quiet room. "Warn people? Or just you?"

Daniela swallowed hard, her usual confidence faltering under Y/N’s playful tone. She could feel her pulse racing as Y/N closed the distance between them, her movements slow and deliberate. The younger’s arms moved to circle around the blonde’s neck, her fingers entangling into Daniela’s curls.

"Both," Daniela admitted, her voice lower than she intended.

Y/N chuckled softly, her bottom lip tugging in between her teeth. Her hands sliding down to Daniela’s shoulders. Her touch was light, teasing, but it sent a jolt of electricity through Daniela’s body. "I think you’re exaggerating," Y/N said, though her expression suggested she knew exactly what kind of effect she was having.

Daniela’s hands hovered near Y/N’s waist, hesitant. "I’m not," she murmured. Her eyes flickered down to the neckline of Y/N’s dress, where just enough skin was visible to make her heart pound. "You’re... driving me crazy, hermosa."

Y/N tilted her head, her fingers sliding up to brush against Daniela’s jawline. "Good," she whispered, her breath warm against Daniela’s cheek. “Just how I like it.”

That was all the encouragement Daniela needed. She let her hands settle firmly on Y/N’s hips, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. Their lips met in a fiery kiss, one that was equal parts passion and desperation. Daniela’s mind went blank, her senses consumed by the taste of Y/N, the feel of her body pressed against hers, and the faint scent of her perfume.

“The girls are waiting for us,” Y/N sighed into the kiss, her hands threading through Daniela’s hair as she deepened the connection. The soft noises she made sent shivers down Daniela’s spine, and she couldn’t stop herself from tightening her grip on Y/N’s waist.

"You’re not making this easy," Daniela murmured against Y/N’s lips, her voice ragged.

"Who said I wanted to make it easy?" Y/N shot back, her smile devilish before she kissed her again, harder this time.

Daniela grunted. Shefelt herself losing control, her restraint slipping with every touch and kiss. Her hands wandered, sliding up Y/N’s back to the exposed skin at the nape of her neck. The dress was gorgeous, yes, but Daniela found herself impatient, wishing there was less fabric in the way.

"You’re gonna be the death of me," Daniela said, breaking the kiss just long enough to catch her breath.

Y/N laughed softly, her fingers playing with the collar of Daniela’s shirt. The Latina gently lifted her girlfriend off the floor, setting the both of them down onto her bed. "I think you’ll survive," Y/N teased, though her flushed cheeks and slightly uneven breathing betrayed her own composure.

Daniela didn’t respond with words. Instead, she leaned down, her lips trailing along Y/N’s jawline and down to her neck. She felt Y/N’s body tremble slightly under her touch, and the sound of her sharp inhale was enough to make Daniela’s heart race even faster.

"Dani, baby..." Y/N breathed, her voice barely audible.

Hearing her name like that—soft, needy—was almost too much for Daniela to handle. She pressed her lips to Y/N’s collarbone, her hands sliding down to rest on her thighs. "You’re so beautiful," she whispered, the words spilling out before she could stop them.

Y/N’s fingers tightened in Daniela’s hair, pulling her back up for another kiss. This one was slower, more deliberate, but no less intense. It was the kind of kiss that made Daniela feel like the rest of the world had fallen away, leaving just the two of them in their own little universe.

That is, until the door to Daniela’s room swung open.

“Dani, have you seen my—Oh my God!” Their passion was punctuated with a stunned gasp from the door,

Both women froze, their heads snapping toward the bedroom doorway, where Manon stood wide-eyed, a single sneaker dangling from her hand. Her usually confident demeanor faltered, and her brows shot up as her gaze flitted between Daniela and Y/N tangled on the Latina’s bed.

There was a moment of absolute silence, still for the faint bustling of the girls getting ready to leave downstairs. Daniela blinked rapidly, her mind scrambling to process what was happening.

“So this is what’s taking so long.”

“Oh my God, Manon. Get out!” Daniela muttered, her voice low and mortified as she wrapped her arms around Y/N to cover up as much of her girlfriend’s body as she could.

Y/N, however, was less phased. She straightened slightly, still sitting astride Daniela’s lap, and offered Manon a breezy, unapologetic smile. “Hey, babe. We’ll be right down,” she said casually, as if she weren’t half-dressed and perched on her girlfriend in the middle of the living room.

Manon’s lips quirked into a smirk as she crossed her arms, sneaker still in hand. “Don’t let me stop you, Dani’s been needing to get laid, she’s been so mean and catty lately,” she said, her tone dry but laced with amusement. “Though, for the record, we’re all downstairs waiting to leave.”

Daniela groaned, lifting her head just enough to glare at her roommate. “Could you maybe not comment on this right now?” she said, her voice sharp with embarrassment.

Manon raised her hands in mock surrender, her grin widening. “Hey, no judgment. I’m just saying, you two might want to invest in a lock—or put a sock on the door or at least give me a heads-up next time.”

Y/N chuckled, seemingly unbothered by the situation. She leaned down to press a quick kiss to Daniela’s temple, her voice low and teasing.

“Your roommate’s fun,” she murmured.

Daniela gave her a look, her cheeks still burning. “She’s something,” she muttered, before shooting Manon—who still stood and stared—another glare. “Are you go’na leave, or are you planning to stand there and be a creepy all night?”

Manon shrugged, stepping backward toward her room. “Relax, I’m going,” she said, though her smirk remained firmly in place. “Just... maybe keep it PG-13 until we get back, yeah?”

Before Daniela could retort, Manon disappeared down the hall, the sound of her door clicking shut echoing in her wake.

Daniela let out a long sigh, slumping back against her bed as she covered her face with her hands. “I’m never going to hear the end of this,” she mumbled.

Y/N laughed softly, tugging Daniela’s hands away from her face so she could look at her. “Hey, at least she didn’t seem mad,” she said, her tone light and reassuring.

“That’s because she thrives on moments like this,” Daniela grumbled, though her irritation was quickly melting away under the warmth of Y/N’s gaze. “She’s probably already thinking of ways to tease me about it for the next week.”

“Well,” Y/N said, her lips quirking into a mischievous smile, “if it makes you feel any better, I thought it was kind of funny.”

Daniela sighed again, though this time there was a hint of a smile on her lips. “You would,” she said, wrapping her arms around Y/N’s waist and pulling her closer. “You’re just lucky you’re too cute to stay mad at, hermosa.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Y/N teased, leaning in to brush her lips against Daniela’s.

And despite the interruption, it didn’t take long for the world to blur away again. But of course, after a second time being ushered by none another than a less than delighted Sophia, they finally left the house.

[lafortezaboy]

friendly neighborhood boyfriend?

in which daniela goes to her boyfriend's for the night and finds herself a surprise when he gets back.

content: trans!reader, spiderman!reader, college!au, established relationship, mentions of violence and blood

she hadn't been sleeping well the last few nights, between how sore her body could get during classes and the fact manon snored despite swearing that she didn't. daniela had been tossing and turning in bed for what felt like hours, but when she picked up her phone to check the time, it was only a little after midnight.

it encouraged her decision, and with a groan she was getting out of bed, grabbing her bag and keys, slipping on one of the jackets she had stolen from you before making her way out of the dorm. she was thankful that the drive to your dorm wasn't too long, and that you had given her a key.

as soon as she got to your dorm, she sent you a text saying she was on her way. daniela knew you well enough by now, she knew you were still awake. whether it was an assignment or you were up playing games with your friends, she fully expected to see you awake.

the fact that she was met with silence as she entered was a surprise to her. you were nowhere to be seen, and your phone and keys were both sitting on your nightstand. she stood there for a moment, glancing around the room, and she just sighed before curling up in your bed. as soon as her face was buried in your pillow, as soon as she inhaled the scent of your shampoo and cologne, a more content sigh escaped her.

you weren't sure how long you had been gone. the news app on your phone had sent out an alert around midnight that lizard had come out of the sewers, attacking anyone he could. honestly, you could have killed him, because that biology paper wasn't going to do itself, but you knew you had to hurry there, before anyone else got hurt. you made it to the scene in record time, but something had set him off, and he was much angrier than he normally was. you'd fought him back into the sewers, dodging hits from his tail, avoiding swipes from his claws.

or at least — you had been trying to avoid them. you weren't so lucky in the end, sharp claws swiping across your chest, tearing through your suit and digging into your skin. it hurt like a bitch, maybe the most pain you'd felt in years, but you continued fighting, not willing to let him hurt anyone else. in the end, you finally got him to back off, to retreat back to his hideout, and you were quick to leave before anyone could try and stop you.

the shortcuts to your dorm got you there quickly, and you made sure no one was watching when you gently eased your window open, slipping inside and closing it. as soon as the window was shut, you reached up and grabbed your mask, tugging it off as you heaved out a sigh. which was enough to alert daniela that you had come back. when she sat up in your bed, she hadn't expected to see you standing there in that, sweat on your face and blood on your chest.

her gasp made you turn around, eyes wide as you stared at her, as she stared at you. fuck fuck fuck, how had you not seen her laying in your bed? her eyes are just as wide, expression just as shocked, and you cannot believe this is happening. there's no point in hiding it, not when she sees you so blatantly. "i can explain," you began, but you didn't begin to explain once daniela stood up, walking over to you. she stopped just in front of you, hands shaking just enough for you to notice as she gently brushed her fingertips over your suit.

"don't," she spoke, eyes staring at the gash in your chest. you had already begun healing, you could feel that much, but you knew it looked rough. hell, it still felt rough. you remained silent, bracing yourself for her to turn her back to you, waiting for her to leave. but instead of either happening, she simply reached down, taking your hands in hers and walking you two over to your bed. "get that off and sit down."

the shock of her seeing you hadn't worn off yet, but you were in right enough a mind to listen. you did as she had said, getting out of your suit and sitting down in bed, wearing only the boxers you'd had underneath it. you heard her rummaging around in the bathroom, before she returned with a wet washcloth and your first aid kit in her hands. she was silent as she sat down next to you, taking the cloth and pressing it against the skin around your wound, wiping the dried blood off of you.

she was silent as she did it, but you could hear how her breathing had gone back to normal, could see that her hands had stopped shaking. your eyes took in every bit of her, from the way she seemed so focused to how her lip was pulled between her teeth. she was so focused on what she was doing that her words actually managed to surprise you when she next spoke.

"were you ever going to tell me?" she asked, putting the washcloth down now that you were cleaned up. the question made your gaze fall to your lap. were you? you'd wanted to, but hadn't ever been sure about it. "i don't know," you admitted, your voice quiet. "it's dangerous being me. i don't know how dangerous it is being with me, and i never want you to pay the price for me pissing off the wrong guy."

she nodded slightly then, opening the first aid kit, but your hands stopped her before she could do anything. "it's okay, i'll heal. it just takes some time when it's this bad." she paused, taking in your words before she finally met your eyes. you wished you could tell what the look in her eyes meant. as soon as she met your eyes, an amused scoff escaped her lips.

"i used to think this spiderman thing was some big joke, you know? i never thought he was real, that . . . that you were real." you listened to her, not interrupting because you knew she wasn't finished. "and then i moved here, and he was always on the news. saving kids from burning buildings, stopping bank robberies, fighting the bad guys. it became cool, in a way. that there was this hero in the city, someone who was just selfless, and wanted to help."

you still didn't speak, not sure what to say. what could you say, really? thankfully, daniela filled the silence. "i knew something was different. i mean . . . i knew you weren't cheating, i know you wouldn't do that. but you were secretive, and i could never guess what it was. i just thought it was a weird new yorker thing." a small laugh escaped you then, followed by a hiss at how it made you hurt. the lizard had done a number on you. "not a weird new yorker thing, just me. unless there's some other guy who got bit by a radioactive spider out there, but i doubt it."

she raised an eyebrow then, before she just shook her head at you. "i have no idea what that even means, you know that?" she asked, and you nodded, a small smile on your face. "it happened a long time ago. i was a junior, and we went on this field trip to oscorp. they had to be working on something, testing it on insects first, and the spider got out of the cage i guess. all i know is that it found me, and it bit me on my hand. and ever since then, i've been like this."

her hand reached out for yours then, thumb brushing over the back of yours as she looked down at them. "does anybody else know?" she asked, and you nodded a little. "yeah, lara and megan. just them though, and you." that didn't surprise her, not in the slightest. the three of you were close, of course you'd tell them if they hadn't found it out on their own.

her hand kept holding yours, silent for a few moments. something inside you told you that the two of you were okay, but you needed to hear her say it. "why do you do it? all the fighting?" she asked, and it felt like there was a lump in your throat. you'd never really thought about that — lara and megan had never needed answers. "i guess i just . . . i knew this city needed a hero, but there weren't many people who could be one. if i was given these powers for a reason, i wanted that reason to be a good one. i just can't not be spiderman, not when i can be."

she was quiet then, taking in your explanation. she didn't like it, not really. the gash on your chest being a prime reason why. but she had seen you long before she had met you. she'd seen you being kind, being helpful, long before she'd worked up the nerve to introduce herself to you. this was you, in so many ways, and she wished it made less sense than it did.

"i can't promise i'll ever understand, what it's like to be some hero. but i knew a while ago that i didn't want to lose you." her words were as much a relief as they were terrifying. being with you would make her a target, if anyone ever found out. she was smart enough to know that, too. but knowing she would choose you, knowing about the mask, it just made you love her even more.

[zomaxi]

vincent’s philosophy of love based on his absence of taste is really interesting, like the fact he only kills Manon because he thinks utilizing her in the cooking he feeds to rody will physically infuse the dish with love….since rody adored her….. Rody not eating the food he was given prior having the impression all his previous leftovers felt self absorbed snd devoid of love which is ironic for a chef who’s main job is to provide for other people. Vince has never done that. the bistro itself doesn’t cater towards the customer with its premade menus and he chases a way to find that selfless kind of love especially after he sees how loud and passionately Rody cares for Manon, he tries to express it in the only way he physically knows how. we have one character whos caring to a fault, dedicating their entire existence to serving someone else and putting their priorities above all else and another character who has exclusively lived for themselves thus far and even while trying to express love through cooking can’t do it outside of his own interest and need to accomplish creating something that feels selfless and genuine.

god i love them so much

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The Dutch Grand Prix - M. Verstappen (2)

Summary: Y/n and Max meet again after the race in a restaurant.

Note: you ask and I write✨✨

Part 1

The sun was setting over the North Sea, casting a golden hue across the sandy dunes of Bergen aan Zee, a town north of Zandvoort. The small town was wrapped in a familiar calm, a peace that Y/n hadn’t felt in weeks. She’d left Zandvoort with her thoughts still racing as fast as the cars she’d watched earlier.

Now, in the fading light of the evening, she found herself drawn to her old favourite spot—an unassuming beach restaurant nestled just beyond the dunes, where the waves whispered against the shore and the world seemed to slow down. The place hadn’t changed much; the same weathered wood, the same string lights swaying in the breeze, the same scent of salt and seaweed lingering in the air. It felt like coming home. It was like coming home.

Y/n chose a table by the window, where she could watch the tide roll in as she tried to unravel the knot of feelings in her chest. The waitress greeted her with a warm smile, recognising her as a familiar face from years past. 

“Y/n L/n, right?”

Y/n nodded, trying to recall the girl. Who was she? Where did she know her from? “I know you from somewhere, but I can’t remember it…” She squinted her eyes. “What is your name, again?” 

“Manon,” the woman chuckled. 

Y/n’s eyes grew and a smile grew on her face. “Holy shit, you have changed so much,” she said. Manon used to be her classmate during primary school. 

“Honestly, it’s like twenty years ago. I saw you and I just immediately recognised you. How have you been? Still live in France?” 

This moment made Y/n happy, exactly what she needed after this weekend. “Yes, I still live in France, we still own the chateau. How are you?” 

They rolled into a conversation, reconnecting again. And luckily, the restaurant wasn’t busy at all, so Manon had some time to talk. During the chat, some other people of the restaurant joined the conversation. Bergen was a small town, everybody knew each other, and it was something big when Y/n’s family emigrated to France. This was like a reunion. 

“So, how what the Grand Prix?” Manon asked after her eyes fell on the pass that was still hanging around Y/n’s neck. 

“It was amazing, but I’m glad I’m having a moment of peace.”

They both laughed about it. Then Manon asked Y/n for her order. Just like the old days, Y/n ordered a citrus lemonade and the famous club sandwich. 

As the lemonade was served, she gazed out at the horizon, the sun dipping into the water, turning the sky into a canvas of oranges and pinks. She tried to lose herself in the view, in the simplicity of being alone. Yet, she couldn’t do it. She hadn’t expected to feel so…unsettled after the race, after seeing Julien again, and after that brief, electrifying conversation with Max. 

Max Verstappen. 

The name still felt foreign on her tongue, yet it lingered in her mind, a strange echo of something she couldn’t quite place. She’d tried to brush off the connection they’d shared in the garage, telling herself it was nothing more than a polite exchange. Why am I making such a big deal of it? He’s having this kind of conversation with everyone. This was some kind of pre programmed conversation. And everybody got trapped in it. 

A sudden burst of laughter pulled her out of her thoughts. Y/n turned her head, and her breath caught in her throat. There, at the entrance of the restaurant, stood Max. He wasn’t alone—his family was with him, all smiles and easy conversation, clearly enjoying the afterglow of his race. But his presence filled the space in a way that made the small restaurant seem suddenly smaller, more intimate.

For a moment, their eyes met across the room, and the world seemed to narrow to just the two of them. Max’s expression shifted from surprise to something softer, a recognition that mirrored her own. She hadn’t expected to see him again, not here, not like this. She had the impression Max would leave the track, and the concerning country, as quickly as possible. But here he was, at a beach restaurant, near a small town, 40 kilometres up north from Zandvoort. 

Y/n quickly looked away and felt her heart quicken, a mix of excitement and nerves fluttering in her chest. She never knew how to act when she saw a famous person. But for real, what were the odds? In this quiet corner of the world, after everything that had happened today, here he was—again. She looked into his direction again. Max offered her a small, almost shy smile, the kind that made her stomach flip. Then, without breaking eye contact, he said something to his family, and they all began moving toward her side of the restaurant. Y/n’s pulse raced as she realised they were being seated at the table next to hers.

Internal error. 

As they settled in, Max glanced her way again, and this time, there was a question in his eyes, as if he were silently asking if it was alright for him to be here, to share this space with her. Y/n answered with a small, reassuring smile.

Besides herself and Max’ family, there were only two other people in the restaurant. It was like everyone else was at Zandvoort, or watched the race at home. No one would be at this place and beach now. It was odd to Y/n, it felt like she was an intruder to his time with his family. She looked ahead of her, to the sunset and tried to distract herself from the fact that Max was sitting next to her. 

A few minutes passed with stolen glances, the two of them navigating the strange but not unpleasant tension that crackled between them. Eventually, the waitress brought over another chair, sliding it in between the two tables as if sensing the inevitable—bringing them closer together.

Max’s family, getting lost in their conversation, didn’t seem to notice as he moved his seat to bridge the gap between their tables. But Y/n noticed, her breath catching as he settled beside her, their elbows nearly brushing. He looked at her then, really looked at her, and in his eyes, she saw the same question she’d been asking herself all evening: what now?

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” Max said softly, his voice carrying a warmth that matched the glow of the setting sun. There was something in his tone, a mix of surprise and something else—something hopeful.

“Neither did I,” Y/n replied, her voice just as quiet, as if they were sharing a secret. “But it’s nice… to see a familiar face.”

Max smiled, a real, genuine smile that reached his eyes this time. “Yeah, it is.” The pressure was off. “Do you get here often?” Then he looked away and he smirked. “That sounded like a bad pick up line. I’m sorry.” 

The wasn’t wearing his Red Bull Racing shirt, but just a black T-shirt and it seemed like he became a completely different person. 

“Didn’t even notice it,” Y/n laughed along, but it indeed sounded like a bad pick up line. “But, actually, yes. Well, not really now, but when I was a child, yes.” She noticed the question in his eyes. “I grew up in Bergen, the town around the corner. I moved away when I was ten years old.”

“Really? To where? Let me guess. France? Because your…”

“Ex.”

He nodded. “Your ex,” he filled in, he caught a flash of hope in his stomach. “They spoke French.” But why was she here with her ex?

“Yes, yes, we moved to France when I was ten years old. Do you know Ik Vertrek?” Ik Vertrek was the Dutch version of the British No Going Back, where a family emigrates to another country to build a new life. 

He nodded. “No way,” he blurted and his eyes grew. “Which season and episode?”

“No,” Y/n laughed and covered her face with her hands. “Don’t you dare to look it up. But we were on that show, yeah.”

“You are a real reality star, Y/n,” Max teased. “And now? What’s happening with it now?”

“We are still running a business there.”

“Wow. I never met someone who was on Ik Vertrek.”

“And I never met a driver before,” she playfully replied, giving him a wink. 

A shy, but cheerful laugh rolled over Max’ lips. 

And just like that, the conversation flowed between them as easily as the waves outside, the earlier awkwardness melting away. Y/n carefully brought up the race. She didn’t want to only talk about the Grand Prix, she would understand if he wanted to talk about other things. And they talked about why Max was in Bergen; his family loved this place from weekend trips and they saw it as an opportunity to relive this moment again. Y/n found herself laughing more than she had in days, the weight of the weekend slowly lifting as they shared stories and memories.

As the evening wore on, the line between their two tables blurred until it was as if they were one group, one conversation, one shared experience. Max’s family welcomed her into their fold without hesitation, and Y/n felt a sense of belonging that she hadn’t felt in a long time. But most of all, she felt the connection between her and Max grow stronger with every passing moment, like a tide that couldn’t be held back.

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Fresh Air

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

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Summary: One night at a party seems to change everything. A strange man with a friendly smile and a sleeve of patchwork tattoos seems to make you feel at home for a change. You're finally happy to have made a good friend to lean on - especially when it comes to your not-so-great relationship with your boyfriend. But what happens if you lean too much...what happens if you fall?

Warnings: 18+. This series contains mature themes, read at your own risk. (SMUT, angst, parental troubles, financial hardships, and more. Don't like, don't read.) This warning is made for all parts.

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16: Wildflower & Willows

wc: 1000+

The air feels thick. I shift uncomfortably on Manon’s living room couch, my arms wrapping around myself as she sighs, looking down in her lap. This was awful, but this is what Matt insisted on, bringing me over here the second I confronted him about it. 

“It’s not what it looks like, I…” Matt’s words tread helplessly into the air. My eyes burn with hot tears, my hands shaking as I clutch onto myself. 

“Then what is it?” I ask. 

Uncertainty lingered on my tongue as my teeth pinched into my cheek. Manon clasps her palms over her knees, looking up at me with an unreadable expression. “I…” she trails off, her hands twirling around a piece of hair that falls over her shoulder, “-I should’ve told you sooner, but I… it shouldn’t affect anything with you two together. Matt - he told me to tell you and I said I did, but then he found out and I-” 

“Found out what? Just - just tell me,” I urge, breathless and confused. 

“Remember the party I dragged you to?” she questions. Three months ago. The party I met him at, sitting on those stairs, waiting for Manon to let me meet her mystery guy.

“Yeah… you never told me what happened though. How does that correlate to anything now? You…” My eyes fall to the ground, details locking together in a puzzle. 

She didn’t introduce me to the guy. Manon said she saw him flirting with another girl, and even though they weren’t official, he had never seemed that interested in her - not as much as he was with the mystery girl. 

I had spent that night floating in euphoria. Well, up until I had to hold Manon as she cried in my arms, she was so upset that it was yet another guy who just wasn’t the one. 

“I’m sorry, I… it wasn’t because of you or him. It was just… “

“It was me,” I remark, my eyes glossing over as I look at the wall. She didn’t show me pictures of the guys she talked to, I didn’t know, I couldn't have. “The girl, it was me.” 

Oh. 

It was me. I was the reason he broke things off with her the next day, I was the reason she was crying in my arms. 

It was all because of me.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I - I wouldn’t have done anything and -” My voice wavers with emotions. Manon scooches towards me on the couch, pulling me into a tight hug. 

“You didn’t need to know. I knew you and Hayden wouldn’t last, I wasn’t even upset that you wanted him, I was just… I didn’t want you to have another reason to hold back,” she whispers, clutching me tighter as I feel a warm tear strike down my face, “-I was only upset because it was just disappointing. He was a nice guy, but I think I knew deep down he wasn’t for me.”

My mind is reeling, my palms are getting clammy as I hug her back lightly. “This… it’s wrong,” I point out, shaking my head as I try to pull away to look at her. 

“No,” she soothes, pulling me in closer, “-it’s wrong I didn’t tell you sooner. And I’m sorry, you have every right to be upset. I just… I didn’t wanna pull you away from one of the only things that could make you happy. Truly.” 

Silence consumes the room. All I can hear is my thoughts running wild, my heart pounding in my chest so hard it might burst through my bones. I don’t know how to feel. I don’t know what to feel. 

It’s just too much. 

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The air was soft with silence but the energy was loud, anxiety pulsating throughout the room as I stared down at Matt who had shifted to his knees on the floor in front of me. 

His knees. 

“Please. Just… let’s go on this trip. See what this is, just me and you. Please,” he begs, holding my hands in his as he gazes up at me with glossy eyes. 

I can’t think. Part of me knows something isn’t right, but it also knows that it’s not necessarily wrong. I just don’t know. 

Letting out a sigh, I shake my head from side to side, watching as Matt’s face falls with sadness even more. “It - this is a lot. I… I don’t even know how to feel, Matt. This is - it’s too much,” I voice. 

Insecurity drips from my shaking tone. Matt’s warm hands callus mine softly in his hold, his lips pecking onto my knuckles. “I broke things off with her the day that I met you. I’ve known I’ve wanted you from the very start and I… I don’t wanna have to keep letting you go for the sake of convenience. I just - I need this chance. Please,” he begs, his voice almost a whisper as he rests his forehead on my hand. 

He’s known since the very start. Something about that makes me feel so… secure. Patiently and quietly, he waited, caring for me in any way he could until the pieces fell into the right place. 

What more harm could be done?

Hayden wasn’t gonna shut up about me. Manon truly did seem to mean it when she said she was only upset she didn’t tell me sooner. 

Maybe I need to push us in the right direction for once, maybe I need to take the leap of faith and let my heart guide my head instead of taking the same, familiar, heavy steps that felt like a routine of sadness. 

I drop my hands from his hold. Matt freezes. “I’ll go,” I say, tangling my fingers through his hair as I guide him to look at me. And god - I hope my eyes say the words I can’t seem to gather on my tongue. 

I hope I’m not making a bigger mistake.