#manon x reader angst

[shadowdaddies]

Can I request Manon comforting f!reader because she has had an awful day? Maybe even her confronting and scaring someone who has hurt reader?

I’ve had an stressful week and had to deal with rude people has been the last straw, I hope everyone else is doing good ❤️

I'm sorry about your week honey, I hope it gets better 💜

In Your Corner

Manon x Reader

“Who was it?!” Manon practically yelled as she stormed into the room. You looked up from where you were sitting on the couch, wiping the tears from your eyes to look at her. “What?” Manon crossed over to crouch in front of you, checking you for any signs of harm. Her eyes searched your own, “I heard someone made you cry. Who did it?” You shook your head in an effort to dismiss the issue. “It’s fine, Manon. Really. I’m over it,” you mumbled, taking her hand in yours and giving it a light squeeze.

Manon knew you too well, giving you a stern look as she tilted your face to look at her, brushing your hair back behind your ear as she kissed you. “Angel, I want to help you. No one should believe that they can walk all over you. I’m yours, and anyone who disrespects you will know that their behavior will not be tolerated.” You sighed, fidgeting as you considered her words. “I’ll tell you, but you don’t need to do anything about it. I just want to move on.” You proceeded to tell her the story, Manon barely keeping a leash on her anger as she listened to you, holding your hand and occasionally giving it a gentle kiss through your speech.

Speaking about it already made you feel better, your tears dried and breathing easier as you gave Manon a soft smile. She kissed you again, returning your smile before she hummed, “Why don’t you go take a bath? Read a book and relax. I have something I need to take care of, and then we can have some dinner. How does that sound?” You nodded, feeling like you needed to wash the day off of you anyway. You said goodbye to Manon, heading towards your shared bedroom to relax. You turned back to see Manon leaving, and could have sworn you saw her face shift to anger and her iron nails come out as she walked out the door. You didn’t think much of it, going upstairs to enjoy your bath.

You felt impossibly relaxed, freshly clean as you laid in your bed wearing a fluffy robe and enjoying a warm cup of tea. The door opened, Manon coming in to give you a kiss in greeting before going to change out of her leathers. You called out to where she was changing, “so what did you have to go do?” 

Manon walked around the corner, now dressed in a short silk robe as she washed her face. More cheerfully than you thought you’d ever heard her speak she answered, “oh, nothing. I just had to take care of someone who was proving to be an issue.” You arched a suspicious brow at her, but she just smiled and hummed, “you shouldn’t have any more problems like you mentioned earlier.” You knew what to expect from Manon, so it shouldn’t have surprised you that that was what she had to ‘take care of’. 

You just hoped that she gave them what little mercy they might have deserved, softly laughing to yourself at Manon’s overprotectiveness as she settled into bed next to you, announcing that food would be delivered for the both of you shortly. You hummed a thank you as you curled into her side, thankful to have someone like Manon in your corner.

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exes and ohs 𐙚 c.yj

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

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

character profiles

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

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

reblogs n comments are appreciated :)

[silverlakee]

ATE NOW MEGAN GF HEADCANONS PLEEEEEEASE

megan skiendiel as your girlfriend head cannons!

wc:227

warnings: all the smut is at the bottom mdni

- here u go babyyyyy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[katnipp]

was it really all just a lie?- daniela avanzini

genre: angst, fluff ending

synopsis: you and dani used to date at one point but it ended because she was afraid of coming out, so it came as a shocker to you when she introduced the members to her bf

pairing: daniela avanzini x 7th member, slight manon x reader

warnings: internalized homophobia, mentions of men

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katseye was the kind of girl group that looked effortless on stage. their harmonies wrapped around each other like silk, and their chemistry was electric—especially between dani and y/n.

off-stage, their connection went deeper than music. late-night studio sessions turned into whispered conversations, fingers brushing over piano keys, stolen kisses before every performance, and laughter under city lights. they were infatuated with each other.

but daniela was scared.

her world was carefully curated, and being out wasn’t part of it—not yet. As the band started gaining traction, so did the pressure. Managers, magazine covers, fan speculation—it all made dani felt like the walls were closing in.

one night after practice, she just ended it. she thought it was the best thing to do for the both of you guys.

“I just… I can’t,” she said, eyes glassy, refusing to meet y/n’s gaze. “It’s not the right time. I worked so hard and i can’t risk it all because of something that was supposed to only be casual.”

y/n didn’t say much. just stood there, holding back her tears, “was it really all just a lie?” but the only response she got was the sound of dani walking away.

y/n ran back to her and manon’s shared apartment and slammed the door of her room shut. she quickly got rid of anything that reminded her of her now ex girlfriend. as she was about to take down the last photo of her, she finally broke down into tears

“holy shit— y/n what’s wrong??” manon pulled you into a tight hug, “we broke up. she said that i was nothing but a one time fling,” you wept into her shoulder.

manon spent the whole night comforting her members and whispered sweet nothings in her ear while she slept. but she knew that the group was going to be impacted because of this situation.

—

weeks passed. the group’s atmosphere was off to the point where eyekons started to notice it too. dani and y/n’s usual bickering was now replaced with silence and her now loving gaze was gone.

during one of their hangouts at the local cafè, daniela decided to introduce her boyfriend to her members

y/n froze, her breath caught somewhere between shock and disbelief. dani was ready for a relationship—just not with her. the secret wasn’t the problem after all. she was.

“are you okay, y/n? you look like you just saw a ghost” her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of manon’s voice coming from right next to her

“i’m not feeling good right now so i’ll be heading home. just continue on without me,” she says while giving the girl a weak smile. everything in manon’s mind told her that something was wrong and to go after her.

manon entered the keys to your shared apartment and she found her laying on the couch with tears covering her face.

“she shouldn’t have done that to you,” manon said quietly, sitting beside you

y/n glanced over. “i don’t understand why she decided to end it so easily especially after everything we went through together. she decides to bring over her new boyfriend and rub it into my face?! i feel hurt and unloved,”

“you’re not,” manon said simply. “not to me, of course”

there was a sudden pause, the kind that hung heavy between two people standing on the edge of something. then manon reached over and touched her hand. “i’ve wanted to say something for a long time. but I didn’t want to come between you two.”

y/n looked at her. really looked. manon’s eyes were steady and kind. warm in the way dani’s had turned cold.

“I think I’m in love with you,” manon said. “the way you effortlessly look good on stage ,everything about you is so captivating. even in a room full of other people my eyes are only focused on you,”

y/n didn’t answer right away. but she didn’t pull her hand away, either

“you’re such an idiot,” she says while pulling the girl into a kiss. the kiss felt different— way more loving and passionate than dani’s

—

it took dani months to realize she’d made the wrong choice.

dylan was a sweet guy, but he wasn’t you. every performance kept reminding her of the memories—your laugh, your eyes, the secret kisses you guys would share backstage.

she decided to fix it

she showed up to y/n’s apartment with flowers and a shaky apology on her lips. but when the door opened, it wasn’t y/n who answered.

it was manon.

and behind her, y/n was laughing at something on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, a soft glow in her eyes that dani hadn’t seen in months.

manon looked at dani. “she’s okay now,” she said gently, not with bitterness, but with a quiet finality.

dani nodded, heart sinking. she had been too late.

in the end, the group kept performing. but now it was manon and y/n who were now sneaking secret kisses. which left dani wondering, always, what they could’ve been if she didn’t give up on them.

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a/n : hey guys so like this is my first time ever writing a fanfic so i’m sorry if it’s ass lmao😭 okay bai bai

[ninguitar]

　　　꣑ৎ　　　　𝓢O CLOSE, YET SO FAR　♱.　MM.B 　　────　i miss your voice, you're the only one with it 𓈒𓈒𓈒

🦇　( 𝓢 ) ﹕ 　you tell yourself everything's over with manon bannerman, that she no longer has the key to your heart. but like a bird trapped in a cage, prevented from escaping, you find yourself inevitably clinging to the past.

𝓹airing. ex. meret manon bannerman & fem. reader　𝓰enre. angst mentions of toxic/avoidant dynamics heartbreak 1.1k wc.　　🗒️ ! 　first fic since hiatus everybody give me a standing ovation 😅😅✌️ i also wrote this on a whim so this is lowkey just word vomit sorry … 💔 ( MASTERLIST )

now playing ⋆ what used to be mine by faye webster

EVERYTHING HITS MANON LIKE A WAVE DURING A STORM. nothing made sense to her, not when the so-called perfect-picture relationship you two had was ripped out of her hands by none other than herself. you were the girl of her dreams. in fact, you'd be the girl of any sane person's dreams.

the first time she held you, it felt like she had the world at her fingertips, her cold hands gently drawing patterns all over the small of your back. a fleeting touch that lingered longer than it should've. you were the only thing she truly loved, her love for you swirling behind her eyes every time she looked at you.

you'd always claim love was overrated, that you never saw the need for it. that was only until the ghanaian girl skated her way into your heart, and you were absolutely floored by her. it baffled you initially, that a girl like manon who was your polar opposite, left you hopelessly captivated.

and so, you two disregarded the world, pretending everything was perfect, that neither of you were scared to be in a relationship. words weren't your guys' strong suits, considering neither of you could admit that this was real, because real things eventually fall apart. and even worse, considering that words laced with venom came out of the two of you, intended to hurt the other. both of you knew the weight of those words but never relented, too prideful.

nothing separated you two, though, oddly enough. mainly because, after every intense argument with silence weaving in-between, one of you would find their way to the other, pulling the other's trembling body into a hug, and promising to make any troubling thoughts of theirs vanish into thin air. the fear of life without the other completely stirred a feeling of nausea in your guys' body, so you two stayed together, even if it meant bitter resentment soared to higher lengths.

you loved her, and she loved you, right? that's all that mattered. staying together worked for awhile; you thought you couldn't have felt any better, especially since that same moonstruck gaze manon gave you only fueled your hope. you felt like you were high on a daze again, that the thought of everything bubbling up to surface and you two ending things was nearly impossible.

then, silence became what replaced the sounds of the ghanaian girl's heart racing. no calls, no texts, nothing. she was radio silent. it wasn't the kind of silence you found yourself clinging onto, the kind where you interlocked your hands with manon's, and she'd hold onto you firmly like you would fade away somehow if she didn't. no, it was the kind that carried the weight of memories and the whispers of what went wrong. it swallowed up you whole. everything tugs your heartstrings in the cruelest way ever, binding them into an impossible knot.

you almost went crazy on a random tuesday, coming home to a u-haul outside your shared apartment, and boxes laid out with manon's stuff inside, ready to be loaded into the truck. your heart was a mere seconds away from beating out your chest. your hand was hooked with hers, your thumb brushing against her knuckles gently. frantic, you practically begged for her to not leave, to tell you this was a mean trick played by her.

and by then, you knew manon was always an enigma to you. because how could she find love in the ugliest things like jealousy, and the prettiest things like the aurelia borealis, but never you? in her other hand was a one-way flight ticket, and you realized absolutely nothing got better. you just chose to believe everything got better. her hands lay on top of yours, tenderly holding them.

you always assumed it was a simple choice for manon, that she would inevitably slip through your fingers. you just never chose to believe that. then, words were thrown around foolishly. that alone made it easier for the other girl to leave, to say good-bye, because she believed you would get over her faster if you resented her.

"there was no 'us,' you knew that," manon bit the bullet, annoyance laced in her breath. "none of this was real; neither of us could admit it ever was anyway." her voice was raw, anger slightly sewn into her tone. your body was plagued with guilt and hurt, and a breath leaves your parted lips.

half of you wants to pull her back, to tell her how you really felt, and that you could never bring yourself to hate her. and the other half of you wants to make it even, to hurt her the way she hurt you. you wish her name itself didn't haunt you, and that you could stop missing her like a little kid.

what made it worse was revisiting that wound in your heart. your college graduation day came, and the same pay phone number kept calling you every second of the day. with your phone clutched in your hand, you answered the call. you knew very well that it was manon, considering she'd left fairly recently—a few months back.

"manon, is that you?" you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper, as it resonates with apprehension. your eyebrows were etched together, "i'm pretty it's you, and i'm also pretty sure you've been calling to say something, but you won't say anything."

silence follows.

you scoffed, "if you won't talk, then i will." again, silence.

"you didn't handle things right at all, you could've given me some closure, or been upfront with me, and told me you were leaving. but you didn't, and you ended up not coming to my graduation, and cutting me off entirely. and that's fine—i get it, but that's it for me, i've moved on from you.

you swallowed the lump in your throat, "i think i may have loved you, but i just need to let it go. that's it, and i hope you're doing good—i want you to be good, so goodbye, manon." her name falling from your lips in such a distant tone felt almost foreign. you finally exhaled, shake and uneven, as you shook your head, hastily ending the call.

you wish you could get a view into manon's head. you wait, and wait, hoping that she would call again and tell you how much she misses you. you knew it was useless, hopeless, but you still nonetheless hang in there, drowning in your racing thoughts.

you could only imagine how she'd react. she'd probably tease you playfully, calling you corny and whipped. then, she'd whisper sweet-nothings against your shoulder, her arms slipping around your waist instinctively. that was always how she reacted whenever she thought you were being a sap. and you recall, that there was actually a time where her arms were your home, and that the heartbeat of hers against your head was your favorite sound.

you huff at the memories, knowing how easy it was for manon to swiftly lie about love, about everything, really. and you believed they were the truth, and that they couldn't be farther from it.

and i listen to you when i feel like crying,

it reminds me of what used to be mine.

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[soeyekonic]

— ✩♬ ₊˚. number one girl ⭑ S.L

˚⟡˖⋆ synopsis haunted by a past relationship, you struggle with insecurities in your new relationship with sophia. with patience and reassurance, sophia helps you overcome your doubts and embrace the love you deserve.

warnings: fluff… i think? (we cheer…i think.). slight angst. self doubt. insecuritis. implications of a toxic relationship

currently playing: number one girl - rosé

you never thought you'd find yourself in this situation. after everything that happened in your past relationship, you swore you'd never let anyone in again. but here you are—holding hands with sophia. it’s still a new relationship, and you're still adjusting. every moment with her feels like a whirlwind, and yet, there’s a constant cloud of doubt hanging over you.

you never felt worthy of this kind of love, especially after what you have been put you through in the past. but sophia… sophia is different. you just can't shake the fear that, maybe, she doesn't feel the same way about you. maybe she’s just going along with it because she feels sorry for you. maybe you're not as special to her as she is to you.

19. 11. 2024

the first time you kissed, it felt like fireworks. it had been a slow build-up, the chemistry undeniable, but you were hesitant. even then, you questioned whether you were worthy of her affection. she was so patient, so gentle with you, and that was the hardest part—letting yourself trust her when the doubts from your past kept you distant.

it happened on a rainy afternoon. you had just spent the day with her and the rest of the girls at a photoshoot. the energy had been light, the day filled with jokes and laughter, but there was something else—something lingering between you two that neither of you could ignore anymore. as you sat together on the couch in the studio, your fingers brushed. it was a subtle touch, but it set something off in your chest. your heart raced, and your mind was a whirlwind of emotions you couldn't control.

“i—" you started, voice shaking. “what’s wrong?” sophia looked over at you. “i’m scared."

her gaze soft but full of concern. “scared of what?”

"scared of messing this up," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

sophia’s smile was soft, her eyes warm with understanding. "you won’t. we’re in this together. i promise."

and that was the first promise she made to you.

19. 10. 2024

it’s a quiet evening, the two of you lounging on the couch, a movie playing softly in the background. you feel her hand graze yours, and your breath catches in your throat. you pull your hand away slightly, unsure if you want to risk feeling too vulnerable.

sophia notices the shift and immediately meets your eyes. “hey, it’s okay. i don’t mind if you’re not ready to be all touchy-feely.” her voice is soft, understanding.

you give her a small smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “i just... i don’t want to mess anything up,” you admit, the words slipping out before you can stop them. “i’m still not sure i’m deserving of all of this.”

sophia’s expression softens, and she moves closer to you, her hand gently cupping your face. “you don’t have to be anyone else but yourself with me. i like you, just as you are. i promise you, there’s nothing to worry about.”

her words hang in the air, and for a moment, you feel something inside you shift. but the doubts linger in the back of your mind.

21. 11. 2024

a few weeks have passed since that first night when she promised she wouldn’t leave. you still struggle with those doubts, but every day with sophia feels like a little bit of reassurance. the way she looks at you, the way she speaks to you—it’s not like anyone else.

you’re out for a walk, the cool air of the evening brushing your skin. the sky is dark, the city lights twinkling around you, but you feel a nervous tension between you and sophia. the feelings swirling inside of you are the same: what if i mess this up?

“i don’t want to rush anything,” you tell her softly, voice tinged with uncertainty. “it’s just… i don’t want to get hurt again.”

sophia stops walking and turns to face you, her eyes warm but serious. “i’m not here to hurt you,” she says, stepping closer. “i care about you, and i’m not going anywhere. but i’m not going to force you to be something you’re not ready to be. you’ll know when you’re ready.”

the sincerity in her voice makes you feel both reassured and overwhelmed. you want to believe her so badly, but the memories of your past are hard to shake off.

the days go by in a blur of laughter and quiet moments. you never imagined you could feel so at ease with someone. it’s all new—letting someone love you, letting someone in without the constant fear of being hurt again. but sophia has a way of making everything seem simple. she doesn’t ask for perfection. she only asks for you.

sophia leans across the table at a café, her fingers lightly brushing against yours. you glance up at her, your heart racing. she’s looking at you with such intensity that you almost feel like she can see right through you.

"you know," sophia says, her voice soft but firm, "i know you're scared. i can see it. but i promise you, i'm not going anywhere."

you swallow hard, the weight of her words settling over you. "but what if you find someone better?"

sophia chuckles, a warm sound that makes you feel a little lighter. “i’ve already found someone amazing,” she says, her thumb gently caressing your hand. “and that’s you.”

your heart skips a beat. you freeze for a moment, her words sinking in. she’s not saying this out of pity or obligation. she genuinely feels this way. you can see it in the way she looks at you, in the way she takes care of you without asking for anything in return.

10. 01. 2025

it’s a few months later, and you’re at a katseye event. the noise and excitement fill the air, but you can’t stop thinking about the way sophia looked at you earlier that day. the way she said she loved you—again, as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

you feel your heart beat faster when she spots you backstage and immediately makes her way toward you, her smile bright. she wraps her arms around you, hugging you tightly as if she’s missed you, even though you’ve only been apart for a few hours.

“i missed you,” she whispers against your ear, and something inside you breaks. for the first time in so long, you let yourself fully sink into the feeling. the doubts, the fears, they all melt away when you’re in her arms. you know now, for sure, that she means every word she’s said.

01. 02. 2025

it’s another quiet evening. the two of you are snuggled up on the couch, sophia’s hand gently stroking your hair. the movie is long forgotten, the soft light of the room casting a warm glow on her face. you glance up at her, feeling that familiar flutter in your chest.

“do you ever worry that you might not be enough?” you ask, the vulnerability creeping back in despite yourself.

sophia stops for a moment, her fingers pausing in your hair as she looks down at you, her eyes serious. “never,” she replies softly. “i don’t want to be anything other than me, and i don’t need you to be anything other than you. you’ve already given me more than i could ever ask for.”

your breath catches in your throat. every word feels like a promise, something solid and real. you realize, then, that all the doubts you had, all the fears, have no place here anymore. sophia doesn’t just say ‘love you’ she shows it in everything she does.

25. 03. 2025

a few weeks have passed. and here you are—walking hand-in-hand, with sophia, down the street, the sun bright overhead. you talk about nothing in particular, the wind lightly brushing your skin. and for the first time in your life, you realize something important.

“i’ve never felt this way about anyone before,” you admit quietly, your heart in your throat. "i was so scared to mess it up."

sophia stops walking and turns to face you, her expression so sincere it takes your breath away. "you wouldn’t have messed it up," she says. "because we’re in this together. you’re not alone in this, okay?"

and for the first time in your life, you believe it.

sophia’s smile lights up your world, her eyes sparkling with nothing but love. you squeeze her hand tighter, your heart at peace. you’re ready to let go of all the doubts and fears because you know now that you’ve found something real. something beautiful. something worth fighting for.

and as she leans in to kiss you, you finally feel like you’ve found your home.

“are you happy?” she asks gently, her voice full of tenderness.

you nod, your heart full, your smile genuine. "i am. i didn’t think i could be, but you’ve made me believe it’s possible."

sophia leans in, her forehead resting gently against yours. “you are my number one girl. always.”

and for the first time in your life, you truly believe it.

a/n: 😬 i’ve never written fluff before and that’s acc a crazy statement… BUT this won the votes so it had to be posted…lolz. 💀💀

[zuhaism]

i saw you have a sophia fic brewing and i’d love to req for literally ANYTHING ELSE YOU HAVE OF HER. she’s such a perfect muse and i just love reading people’s thoughts on her 🥹🥹 any hcs?

pairing : sophialaforteza x brothersbff!reader

a/n : THIS IS LIKE A SPOILER FOR MY SOPHIA FIC COMJNG OTW. my it girl this month is sophia i love her face omg and her kindness on dream academy i cant. my angel.

• sophia who tries to convince her friends she’s not into you and it was just a silly childhood crush. "i don't like her like that," she insists, arms crossed, looking almost offended at the accusation. her friends, however, know better. they exchange glances, barely holding in their laughter.

• she gives herself away all the time. like when she immediately straightens up whenever you walk into the room. or how her gaze subconsciously follows you when you’re talking to someone else. manon smirks. “oh, and what about how you always go quiet when she’s around?” “i do not—” daniela cuts in, deadpan. “you literally stop mid-sentence.” and right on cue, you walk by—brushing past sophia with a casual “hey, soph.” sophia freezes. entirely. her friends just watch. they watch as she visibly tenses, eyes wide, jaw slightly clenched like she’s trying to not react. the moment you disappear down the hall, her friends burst into laughter. "SHUT UP," she groans, face burning.

• whenever you call her name unexpectedly, she turns around way too fast and then tries to act normal, like her heart isn’t racing. her stomach flips at the sound of your voice saying her name, but she plays it off by raising an eyebrow. “what?” she asks, trying to look like she doesn’t care, crossing her arms. you just smirk, shaking your head. “nothing, you just looked cute in my jacket.” her friends bursts into laughter at how fast she turns beet red. “i thought this was Basil’s,” she tries to brush it off, tugging at the sleeves like that’ll somehow make the situation less mortifying.but then you tilt your head, smirking, “well, maybe this should be yours.”

• her friends gave eachother knowing glances and teasing smiles to sophia. she’s trying so hard not to react, but she can’t even come up with a snarky response her face is burning, her heart is pounding, and she’s pretty sure she just forgot how to breathe. “whatever,” she mutters, turning away in an attempt to save face, but she doesn’t take the jacket off. in fact, she wears it the rest of the day, pulling the sleeves over her hands whenever no one’s looking. sometimes she wears it at home but no one knows that of course.

• if you ever ruffle her hair or flick her forehead playfully, she’ll grumble about it but secretly loves the attention. “y/n, stop it,” she huffs, swatting your hand away, even though her ears are already turning pink. but the second you turn around, she’s fixing her hair with a small, hidden smile. her friends definitely catch it. if you don’t do it for a few days, she wonders if she did something wrong. like, are you mad at her? did you get bored of messing with her? she tells herself she doesn’t care, but when she sees you approaching in the hall, she stands a little closer, waiting to be fake annoyed.

• and when you finally ruffle her hair again, she’s about to grumble like usual, but then “ugh, y/n—” “hold on,” you cut her off, and before she can process it, you’re smoothing her hair back into place, carefully fixing the strands you just messed up. her breath catches. she just stares up at you, wide-eyed, completely frozen as your fingers lightly graze her scalp. her face is burning. “there. much better,” you say casually, like you didn’t just ruin her entire day in the best way possible.

• and then, to make things worse you give her a light pat on the head. like she’s some flustered little puppy. “good girl.” sophia doesn’t even breathe. she just stands there, stunned, mouth slightly open like she’s about to say something but nothing comes out. she watches you walk away with her brother groaning at you. once you were out of earshot her friends lose their minds immediately.

• megan is the first to react, nearly choking. “GOOD GIRL??” she gapes at soph, then turns to the others. “did i hear that right?” manon leans in, smirking. “sophia… if you’re still not into her, i’ll gladly take your place.” daniela hums, side-eyeing you as you casually walk off. “honestly? if you’re serious you dont want her, it’s open season.” sophia finally snaps out of it, whirling around. “SHUT UP. ALL OF YOU.”her friends just laugh, shaking their heads, because she’s so obvious.

• when she’s walking in the cafeteria, she subtly checks if you’re already there. if you are, she pretends she didn’t see you, but if you wave, she instantly wave back. sometimes, she tries to act like she’s so busy looking at her phone, but the second you greet her, her focus snaps to you. her wave is always a little awkward too stiff but you smile anyway, which makes it worth it.

• if you casually drape your arm around her shoulders, she stiffens for a solid three seconds before melting into it like it’s the most natural thing in the world. the first time it happened, she froze like a deer in headlights. now, she tries to act unbothered, even tilting her head slightly against you but if anyone teases her about it, she immediately pushes you off with a glare (but she doesn’t really mean it).

• the first time it happened, it was so unexpected. you had just casually thrown an arm around sophia’s shoulders like it was second nature—like it was normal. but for her? she almost passed out. meanwhile, you? completely unbothered. just chatting away like this was the most natural thing in the world. and after a solid three seconds of internal chaos, she relaxed. melted, even—because your arm was warm, your presence was familiar, and if she leaned just a little into you.

• tilts her head slightly against you? sure. shifts a little closer? okay. lets herself enjoy it? absolutely not. because the second someone (usually megan or manon) raises an eyebrow as they walk down the hallway, she immediately stiffens, shoving you off with a glare. "get off, y/n." you just laugh, raising your hands in surrender. "okay, okay." then she goes off to regroup with her friends. ignoring the way her cheeks burn. megan grins as she comes over. "you literally didn't care five seconds ago." "i DIDN’T NOTICE," sophia argues, glaring at her. but later at home, when you do it again effortlessly slinging your arm around her like it belongs there. she doesn’t push you away. she just pretends not to hear her heart pounding.

• whenever your band plays at school events, sophia acts completely unbothered. arms crossed, face neutral, like she’s barely paying attention. but the second the song ends? she’s the first to cheer. loud. enthusiastic. maybe even a little too eager. she swears she’s just there for her brother. just supporting the school. not because you’re on stage looking stupidly good under the lights. definitely not that. but her friends aren’t blind. her eyes never leave you the entire performance.

• and when you’re learning a new song? she’s suspiciously invested. “you should play this one next,” she says, casually sliding her phone across the table with a playlist already queued up. “oh?” you smirk, leaning in a little too close. “you been thinking about my setlist, baby?” immediate regret. her ears turn red. "shut up. just listen to it." and it doesn’t stop there. she finds excuses to hang around when you’re practicing in her basement with Basil and the others. she says it’s ‘boring’ at home, but everyone knows better.

• Basil groans every time she shows up. "you don’t even care about band stuff." “i can’t hang out with my brother now?” she huffs, plopping onto the couch like she belongs there. but the way she sits up the second you pick up your guitar? the way she suddenly has opinions on which songs you should cover? yeah. Basil’s not buying it. "jesus, if you like her so much, just say that." “i do not.” but the giddy little smile she tries (and fails) to hide when you invite her to listen to the set. tells him otherwise.

• sometimes she texts you late at night, she spends at least five minutes rereading what she wrote before pressing send. and if you take more than a minute to reply, she convinces herself that she said something dumb and deletes it. the next morning she’s met by your text “??” “nothing”

• if you ever notice something small about her—like a new bracelet or how she tied her hair differently she thinks about it for the rest of the day. “nice bracelet, soph.” your voice is so casual, like you didn’t just send her entire nervous system into overdrive. she blinks down at her wrist, lips parting slightly, suddenly hyper-aware of the little beaded bracelet she put on that morning. “oh… thanks,” she mumbles, trying to play it cool, but the second you walk away, she’s staring at it like it’s the only thing in the world. her friends don’t miss the way she keeps glancing at it, fiddling with the beads between her fingers. “you’re so obvious,” lara snickers, nudging her side. “mind your business,” sophia hisses, face burning, but even as she says it, she tugs her sleeve down over her wrist. she suddenly wants to protect it from the world.

• when you laugh at one of her jokes, even if it’s dumb, she gets this little proud smile and immediately tries to think of another one to keep you laughing. sometimes she catches herself laughing when you laugh too. it’s like muscle memory. now, whenever she gets the rare chance to make you laugh, she feels this ridiculous sense of accomplishment, like she just won something.

• sometimes, even when she’s not trying, she still finds herself smiling just because you are. like earlier today when you were joking around with her brother. she had no idea what was even said, but you were laughing, and next thing she knew, she was already smiling. she’s not even focusing, but whenever she sees you smile, she smiles too.

• “what are you smiling at?” daniela teased, catching her in the act. sophia immediately wiped the smile off her face, turning away. “nothing.” but the both of them knew it wasnt nothing.

[kkoga]

10:36, huh yunjin x fem!reader

A valentine special collab with @ceeaann!!

Warning ! Foul words, ghosting

Disclaimer ! Every person is not an accurate portrayal of themselves. Everything written here is pure fiction. Mentions of Manon x fem!reader

Synopsis ! After Yunjin suddenly disappears, you find out she has been practicing with Source Music for the past few months, and that she had gotten into the debuting lineup of Le sserafim. Normally, you would have been proud, shouting out to the rooftops about your girlfriends debut. But you couldn't, you wouldn't.

Collab masterlist !

WC — 2.67k

Credits to @cafekitsune for the divider!!

The whole Dream Academy contestants were excited. You all were going to shoot a tiktok video in Le sserafim’s very own practice room! But you? You weren’t as ecstatic as the others. It hurt you just thinking about it. You couldn’t bear the pain, so you just shoved it down your throat.

‘’I just gotta get through this. It’s just a tiktok challenge. In and out.’’ You tried convincing yourself, but your gut told you something bad was going to happen.

You all entered the elevator, as you tried your best to manage your expression in front of the camera. Daniela felt as though your vibes were a bit off, looking at you with a slightly worried expression. You had noticed, and told her you were alright with a smile. The Latina smiled back, hoping you truly were.

All of the Dream Academy contestants, as well as you, were now standing in front of Le sserafim’s practice room. Your stomach churned, as you bit your lip to prevent your expression from going sour.

As the bulk of you all entered, you were greeted with cameras, and a camera man holding a phone. You guessed they were probably the person filming the tiktok for you all. But they were dressed in all black, a cap and mask hiding their identity. Maybe it was to keep their privacy because this was a documentation? You weren’t sure.

After some practice rounds, you all got ready for the actual filming. The performance was perfect. As perfect as it could get. And as the rest of the contestants had finished their parts, the camera man had suddenly taken off their mask and cap.

Screams erupted from around you— after The Kim Chaewon had suddenly appeared. Your face dropped… there was no way this was happening right now. You weren’t ready.

The other Le sserafim members entered their practice room, and the contestants' yells were louder— if that was even possible. 

And there she stood, the person who used to be the light of your life. A radiant smile on her face, contrasting the obvious scowl on yours.

After a split second, you remembered the cameras were still rolling. So you had carefully managed your expression.

All Le sserafim members greeted the contestants, and as Yunjin’s eyes fell on you, it felt as though the whole world had stopped. Like it was just the two of you, right here, right now.

Your breath hitched. It’s been two years. Two years since this malevolent asshole had left you— not telling you anything. You had to find out through her fucking debut.

Maybe if she had told you normally— had a talk with you, then maybe you both would have been fine. You were proud of her, yes, but utterly disappointed at the way she had dumped you.

It’s been three days since you’ve gotten a text from Yunjin. The worry on your face was evident, and your friends have started to grow concerned too. You tried contacting her family— but they said they didn’t know where she was either.

You bought it for the past two days, but three days? No, you weren’t that stupid. The only other time something like this had happened was during PD48— when she joined that damned survival show and left you in the dark about it.

She only contacted you after she had gotten eliminated. You were pissed. Your relationship was on the verge of ending— but for some reason, the girl had somehow managed to convince you to stay.

You swore, if this bitch was doing it again, then you were going to find every damn way to make her life hell. You were on your bed, trying to find any leads. When your phone suddenly started ringing.

You answered, and it was your friend.

‘’Y/n?! Oh my God, have you heard?’’ He told you to check Hybe’s youtube, and you knew what you were about to face.

And there it was. Her fucking trailer for the group named ‘’Le sserafim’’. It felt like a slap to your face— especially after giving her another chance. Was she being serious right now? The audacity to not tell you once more, irritated you beyond reason. The past few months made sense now. The constant ‘’I need to go.’’ On your dates? The way she appeared to be really busy even though she didn’t go to college? 

Yunjin had been training these past few months. And you had to find out through this.

If that’s how she wants to play, then that’s how it’s gonna be.

You began to throw everything that reminded you of her into a box, and once you had finished, you threw it right out your door. You didn’t care who the hell would pick it up. As long as it was all gone. Just like she had wanted.

You were on the verge of tears. This was your first time seeing her in so long. Aside from constant news of her group's success and whatnot, you haven’t actually looked her in the eye.

A pained expression flashed on both your faces, before masking it with fake smiles. In the midst of all this, Manon noticed your silence. She thought you’d be shouting out of happiness, considering how passionate you were about Kpop and everything. Much to her surprise, you just stood there, looking all frozen up.

As you were all greeting each other, Yunjin suddenly said she had remembered all your names. That means she knew you were in the competition.

‘’Sophia and…’’ You were last. She looked at you with a smile like there was no history between the two of you. It hurt. Hurt so bad. Good God, playing Huh Yunjin’s games was always annoying— hurtful.

Everything about Yunjin hurts.

‘’Y/n. Am I right?’’ Everyone including you yelled, happy and excited. Nobody except Yunjin knew you were faking it.

After the producers had you all perform in front of Le sserafim, and talk with Bang Si-hyuk, you all started walking towards the elevator. You managed to stay calm and keep a single tear from falling.

The producers and Missy trusted you all to make your own way down, since each of you had different plans for today. Yunjin could then be seen, running through the halls, towards you.

‘’Wait!’’ All DA contestants turned their heads, and find Yunjin out of breath.

‘’Y/n..’’ Everyone looked between you and Yunjin and instantly noticed the strong tension.

You sighed— you didn’t want to deal with this, to deal with her.

You simply looked at the girl, and said, ‘’No.’’

You coldly turned away, but Yunjin grabbed your wrist. You winced, not expecting her to do so.

‘’Don’t do this…’’ You stared at each other's eyes, and she silently pleaded to you. This was beyond embarrassing. She seriously couldn’t contain herself? She just had to do this in front of everyone?

After noticing your discomfort, Manon pried her hands away from yours.

‘’I’m so sorry, but she said no. Please don’t grab my friend's hand like that all of a sudden.’’ Yunjin was gagged, and looked around her. She bowed her head to say sorry, and gave you a piece of paper.

‘’Please, call me.’’ She walked away, and you scoffed, bewildered with her behaviour.

Everyone looked at you, curiosity in their eyes. You rolled yours, and gave their stares a response.

“Later. When we get home.’’

The van was filled with quiet chatter, but you weren’t part of it. You sat by the window, forehead resting against the cool glass, trying to steady your breathing. The encounter with Yunjin had left you shaken, and no matter how much you tried to push it down, the weight of it lingered.

Manon, sitting beside you, had noticed.

“You’ve been weird since we left,” she said, her voice low enough that the others wouldn’t overhear. “What’s going on?”

You swallowed, fingers tightening into fists. “Nothing.”

Manon scoffed. “Liar. That wasn’t just ‘nothing’ back there with Yunjin. What the hell happened between you two?”

Your jaw clenched. You weren’t sure you wanted to explain. Not here. Not when the memories were clawing their way back to the surface, raw and suffocating. But Manon wasn’t one to drop things easily. Her concerned gaze was unwavering.

“You’re shaking,” she pointed out softly, taking your free hand and rubbing slow circles against your palm. “I don’t know what she did, but… I’m here, okay?”

You exhaled sharply, feeling the burn behind your eyes. “She ghosted me. She’s done it before— during PD48. We almost broke up.. I mean technically we did, but she talked me into getting back with her. She promised me never again… And then all of a sudden, two years ago, she disappeared.’’

A silence enveloped the area around the two of you. The chatter of your fellow contestants suddenly thinning itself out.

“I had to hear from a friend. I had to hear from the fucking HYBE youtube channel.’’

Manon’s brows furrowed. “And now she suddenly wants to talk?”

You laughed bitterly. “Apparently.”

She let out a low whistle, shaking her head. “That’s fucked up.”

“Yeah,” you muttered, staring at your hands like they might start trembling again. “And the worst part? She looked at me like—like she missed me.”

Manon squeezed your hand a little tighter. “And do you miss her?”

You didn’t answer right away. You weren’t sure what the answer even was.

“Look,” she continued, voice softer, “you don’t owe her anything. She hurt you. And if she wants back in your life, that’s on your terms, not hers.”

Your chest tightened, the weight of everything pressing down on you. You wanted to believe that. That you had control. That you weren’t still stuck in the past, holding onto something that had already crumbled.

But Yunjin had opened the wound all over again. And now, you weren’t sure how to stop the bleeding.

It’s been three weeks since you met Yunjin. You were thankful for Manon. She’s been with you since you had joined Dream Academy— the two of you joining within the same week.

You were chilling on the top bunk of you and Manon’s bunk bed, when Sophia had called your name. You took your headphones off, getting off from your bed with a confused face.

‘’Yes! Be right there!’ You hurried down as fast as you could, almost slipping on Manon’s left slipper.

As you entered the living room, there you saw Sophia, Ezrela, Daniela, and Yunjin.

Your neutral—happy expression dropped, a pained look beginning to paint your face.

Yunjin spoke before you could shoo the Korean away.

‘’Please. Hear me out.’’ The girl made her move, stepping closer to you. You stepped back before responding.

‘’I told you Yunjin, no. Get the fuck out of my dorm.’’ The girl very obviously did not get the hint, and it was starting to concern the other contestants.

‘’Just let me explain what—’’

‘’I said no Huh Yunjin! You don’t get the right to do so! You were the one who left me— so you should just save your fucking reputation and leave.’’

By now, the other girls had gotten the hint about what was happening, and just as they were about to step in to help, Yunjin got on her knees.

‘’Let me explain. That’s all I’m asking for, please.’’ You felt so conflicted, you didn’t know what to do. This all felt so overwhelming, you didn’t want to repeat the same mistake you made all those years ago.

‘’Baby please— I couldn’t— it wasn’t my choice. Please you have to understand—’’ You slapped her, hot tears streaming down your face. You hated her. The audacity to show up at your house, after ghosting you, leaving you in the dark about her audition and acceptance to the survival show called PD48. Now here she was, at your door, after getting eliminated three months into it. She made it far, you were proud, but you could never forget the way she left you— especially because the wound was still painfully flesh.

Your hand was shaking. You can’t believe you just slapped Yunjin. You two have never physically harmed each other in any way possible. But you believed the emotional and mental pain she had caused you within these past three months felt worse.

‘’You don’t get to call me baby. Just— just stop.’’

The girl persisted, and hugged you, caressing your back as you tried to pull away.

‘’I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry.’’ She whispered into your ear, and eventually you gave up. 

The two of you talked that night, and the Korean had coaxed you into staying with her.

‘’Not again. Never again. Just stop.’’

‘’For closure. Please, Y/n.’’ It hurt you seeing her on her knees like this, so you came to a conclusion.

‘’I said no! Huh Yunjin, I hate you. I hate you as much as I used to love you. Don’t come into my place and think you can get away with it again. I will not and will never open my heart to you the same way I did all those years ago. You broke what we had Yunjin, so don’t start begging on me now.’’ Angry tears were flowing on your face, the other DA contestants that were currently home were with you now. Daniela held you and shielded you away from Yunjin, and they all asked her to get out.

Finally, after much pushing she saw herself out, but not before mumbling a short ‘’I’m sorry.’’

Everyone looked at you— concern on their faces. You took your phone out of your pocket and called Manon. The girl picked up after a couple rings, and heard you sob.

‘’Y/n? Are you crying? Where are you right now?’’ You gave your phone to Daniela, and walked to your room. Daniela got the signal.

‘’Manon? It’s Dani now. She gave me her phone— she’s at home. Yunjin visited.’’ The last two words made Manon enter her fight or flight mode, and Ghanian booked it home.

The door swung loudly with a bang, indicating Manon’s arrival. Daniela signalled you were in your room, and Manon ran there as fast as she could.

As she opened the door to your room, she saw you there, on the bottom bunk of the bed, her bunk. You were sobbing, your knees to your chest, hands covering your eyes.

Manon knocked on the already open door, as if telling you she had arrived. The Ghanaian closed the door shortly after knocking.

The girl sat in front of you, the bed dipping as soon as she did. She held your arms, silently asking you to remove them from your face. You obeyed, looking at her with red, and burdened eyes.

Manon frowned, and pulled you into a hug.

‘’Shh.. It’s okay now.. I’m here..’’ The girl mumbled comforting phrases to you, as you cried into her brand new shirt. But you didn’t care, because you knew she wouldn’t either.

‘’I— I don’t know what to do. A part of me wants to give her a chance, let her explain. But I don’t want to make the same mistake. I just— it’s too much.’’ The Ghanaian pulled away, cupping your cheeks with her hands.

‘’Hey. I already told you— you don’t owe her anything. Your answer doesn’t have to be now. How about we just cuddle and forget about it for a while. Think about it when you know you can handle it, yeah?’’ It sounded like a great— no, amazing idea.

‘’..Okay.’’ The two of you moved into a comfortable position, with you on top of Manon’s side. You cuddled into her, inhaling her lavender scented perfume.

For some reason, Manon just knew how to calm you down. And you were eternally thankful to the girl.

After a dozen minutes, you had eventually drifted into dreamland. The last thing you remember feeling was Manon’s hand pulling you closer to her, as she hummed a calm melody.

[sjywrites]

Hii can I request Sophia x reader academic rivals? 🥺 u can do whatever u want w the plot pretty much please and thank u so much <3 :)

༊*·˚ ACADEMIC RIVALS LOVERS?

𝓢ophia 𝓛aforteza x 𝓖n!reader. (no pronouns used). 𝓖enre. fluff, angst if you squint 𝓢ypnosis. our two favourite academic rivals have a lil fight, but the situation turns bad, and people realize their feelings. 𝓦𝓒 . 824 𝓒𝓦 . mentions of being hospitalised (sophia), a little angsty!

𝓝ote! this is a little messy since I wrote it during one of my breaks, but please lmk if you want like a part two cuz I really liked this plot!

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This is purely fiction and is not meant to interpret how the idols act in real life!

,, not proofread + english is not my first language ! ೃ⁀➷

At this point it didn’t even matter if you were better than everyone, you just had to be better than her. It started off very simple, both of you wanted to be better than everyone, academically that is. Eagerly waiting to get tests back and see who got a higher score, a smug grin on one's face when they got a better result than the other. No harm in that right? Wrong, that’s what started all of this.

Sophia walked towards me with her head held high, her uniform as neat as ever and her hair styled in a way making her look almost angelic. Wait, what? “What were your results?” She said, slamming her paper on top of my desk, I shook out of my daydreaming to answer her. “96.” I said while looking down in my maths book, trying to solve an equation but still focusing on what she would respond. She looks away and a teasing smirk spreads on her lips, and moves the finger that covered her results, 97. “Guess I’m just better than you huh?” She said proudly, staring down at me “Just because you got one point more than me doesn’t mean you’re better than me.” I said, pouting a little at her accusation.

Lately I’ve been feeling kind of… weird? Even if Sophia gets a higher score than me, I can’t find it in me to give a fuck. “Well, you’ve been slacking off a lot lately, I’ve gotten higher scores than you on the last four tests. So, I think that makes it obvious who's smarter!” Sophia states like it was the most obvious answer to what I said. Staring at her for a moment, I reply. “I've been busy okay, not everyone has that much free time to spend on studying, and you're talented in general, no wonder you get high scores” She looks shocked at my statement, then she smirks a little, “Did you just admit that I'm smart?” She looked proud in some way or another, “Not what I meant Sophia, but whatever floats your boat.” I grab my things from the desk and walk outside the classroom to my locker, a little frustrated at the whole situation. I did miss her response,

“I study that much so you won't think I'm stupid.”

A week goes by, no Sophia in sight. She missed two assignments, she's usually here every day. Even if she's sick, which I don't get why she does, but still. Did something happen to her? Was it something I did?

“You've been zoning out for the past like, three periods, what is going on with you today?” Lara, my best friend asks. “Do you know where Sophia is?” I ask, not really thinking before I ask. “Why do you want to know, don't you guys like, hate each other?” She looks at me with a very questionable look, suspecting something I cannot grasp, “Yes? No? I don't know Lara, but do you know where she is?” I say, a little confused and concerned. She looks at me with sad eyes before replying, “Y/N, Sophia got really sick out of nowhere, I heard she's at the hospital.” My eyes blew wide at the shocking news, why didn't she tell me? No, why would she do that? We're not even friends.

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Am I really doing this? I think to myself as I open the hospital doors and stumble up to the kind-looking man in the lobby. I strike up a casual conversation with him as he guides me to a room, I thank him quickly before he scurries away.

There in the little window on the door I see her, Sophia's sitting down on the bed. Her hair is a mess and her clothes look ridiculous, it looks like she hasn't slept for a few days too. I gently open the door and her gaze falls upon me, it's easier to see her face now. She looks tired, really tired. “Hey…” I say, she looks away from me and cuddles up in her sitting position. “What are you doing here?” she tries to sound annoyed, but it just comes out in a tired huff. “I heard what happened, I… was worried about you. I brought some notes from the classes you missed.” She looks shocked at my confession, she relaxes her posture and her gaze becomes soft. “Thank you… I really appreciate it.” She smiles a little as she grabs the papers I handed her, our hands touching softly.

I look at her, really look at her. For the first time actually having time to admire how pretty she looks, how perfect her flaws are. “I just came to give you that… so if you don't need anything else, I'll go.” I turn around to walk away, grabbing the door knob and turning it around, “Wait! Will you… please stay with me a little longer, I need it.

I need you.”

this is so messy I'm sorrrrryyyy!! I wanted to post something today at least :((

[grahstumhurts]

𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧

Manon x Gn!Reader

再也不想诈不知 谁人近日与你干着快乐事 你我之间存着黑影子 假使再拖极为无意义

Angst

Manon has been off, For months. A freezing cold gap between the two of you has been growing larger. Until you find out why.

CW - Mentions of cheating

A/N - I know the song itself isnt really the vibe, But the lyrics themselves are the vibe lol. Dont need to listen to it if its not your vibe since its Canto pop. Just felt like doing something fun! Based off the sandy lam song 灰色 (grey), Translation will be linked at the bottom for the song.

Things have felt off, For months, A shadow stood between the two of you. It started when Manon, Who had never been secretive once in your relationship, Suddenly changed her phone password. Things increasingly grew weirder over the weeks. Of course you had a gut feeling that something was off about her, But you trusted her enough to stay loyal, Even when times were tough in your relationship. She had always leaned on you when she needed help and you reciprocated that, You trusted her with every molecule in your body. But when she started leaving in the middle of the night while she thought you were sleeping, Driving off somewhere unknown, Something told you to investigate. When you found her entering a hotel, A woman was waiting outside for her, Hugging her tight and kissing her. It obviously stung, But the amount of energy you had put into your relationship for her to go and throw it away. She had sucked the life out of your heart, The colour drained only leaving a grey monotone in its place. You sat at your once warm home, Shared with who you thought was the love of your life, And waited. Waited for her to come back. Waited for her to come back and realise what she had done.

As soon as the door closed at around 3 am, You hopped out of bed. The restlessness kept you awake, You opened the bedroom door to see Manon, Sweat sheen, Lipstick stain on her collarbone, Who stood there stunned. 

“How long” You sternly said with conviction in your voice. “How long have you been fucking other girls behind my back” She stared back at you, The girl who you had shared your first’s with, First relationship,  First time having sex, First time moving in together, Stood before you. Guilt dripping on her sex covered ledger. 

“I'm sorry” You see her eyes, glistening with tears about to fall, “I know i shouldn't have, But i just couldn't anymore.” 

“Sorry, is all you have to say for yourself?!” You yelled, “Manon, I tried to ignore all the signs, “Maybe its a one time thing, Or shes not even cheating”, Fuck i loved you. I thought you loved me too.” You sigh, Rubbing your forefinger and thumb across your forehead. 

“Please, Baby, Give me another chance. I promise i wont fuck it up.” She pleads, Practically begging. 

“You ruined all  your chances by fucking another girl behind my back,” You push her shoulders “I dont wanna love a liar. Fuck, Manon. I don't wanna see your face right now.” You turn to face away from her. 

“Please, I'm begging you.” She cries, Her tears streaming down the face you once kissed with all the love your body could create. “I love you, y/n. Please”

“Pack your fucking things before i throw them out of the house.” You quietly mutter, “You better be out of here before I get back,” You say, walking out of the apartment. 

When you get to your usual coffee spot, Your stunned to find Manon. Laughing along with a new girlfriend. It had been two months. She looked like you, She looked at Manon like she held up the stars and the moon that shine in the night sky. You tried to stay away from your old spots of habit from when you were with her. But like a magnetic force, She couldn't stay far enough away from you. Maybe part of you still missed that vigorous feeling of love that she gave you. You hated yourself for not being able to break through that grey feeling from your break up, You knew what was best for you was to move on from her. To realise how much better life was after her, And before her. But the broken memories of your time together still held places in your brain, etched into your skull.

Let me be the history, So you can move on

[shadowdaddies]

Hello hello pretty girly I hope you are drinking water and eating well

Feed me and my exhausted workaholic ass some possessive angsty manon x reader to help me sleep (whenever you can pretty girl)

(Happy ending)

hey my love, for you ofc 💜 I hope your week gets better and you get some good rest

Balance

Manon x Reader angst → fluff

Rubbing your sweaty palms against your leathers did nothing to soothe the stress as you looked out over the room of witches from where you stood on the dais. It was your first time accompanying Manon to address her new kingdom as Crochan Queen, as you were overwhelmed to say the least. 

Exhausted from your own work, all you wanted was time alone with Manon - to hold her and find comfort in her presence - but this meeting was important, and you knew it was important to her to have you by her side. Eyes everywhere tracked your fidgeting movements, so in an effort to seek your own calm and appear more collected, you reached for Manon’s hand, moving to curl into her side for support. 

Eyes widened in the crowd as they observed your arm wrapped around Manon, who quickly sidestepped you, pulling your arm away from her side, causing more whispers to break out amongst the crowd. You tried your best to mask your hurt, but tears threatened as you clenched your fists, nails digging into the skin of your palms. You zoned out for the rest of Manon’s speech, unable to focus on anything except escaping to a room by yourself where you could finally relax without constant scrutiny.

As soon as the meeting adjourned, you shoved your way through the crowd as subtly as you could manage, practically running up to your room where you could finally let out your emotions. You swung the door hard as you fell to your knees and sobbed, but the slamming sound of the heavy wood closing never came. You looked up to see Manon, who had caught the door before it closed. She looked down at you with an indiscernible expression as she softly closed and locked the door behind her.

Refusing to look at her, you moved to sit up on the bed as you folded into yourself, hiding your tear-stained face against your knees. You could see the shadows of Manon’s boots as she paced back and forth in front of you, clearly at a loss for words herself. Finally, she stopped and stood in front of you with her arms crossed over her chest. “What was that? Back there - you must know how weak that makes me look when you curl up to me like that. Many witches see that as a sign of weakness. You brought my authority into question.”

Anger filled your veins as you slowly raised your head, the look in your eye causing Manon to draw back slightly. “I’m a sign of weakness for you? Manon, I was weak and I needed you to help me be strong. I sacrificed the rest that I needed to be there to support you, and I can’t get the same from you because your image matters more than my well-being.” You stared at her for a long moment before taking a deep breath. “I think maybe we’re too different.”

Manon’s face entirely softened at your words, and for the first time in your life, she cried. Not just a few tears - Manon fell to the floor in front of you, and wept. You stared, frozen in shock as Manon looked up at you with a heart-wrenching expression. She lifted her hands to reach for yours before halting, nervously folding them in her lap as she looked up to you, biting her lip. She wiped away her tears, and took a long breath. “I needed you up there with me - I want everyone to know how proud I am that you are mine. You mean so much to me because we’re different. You are the perfect balance for me - a light in my life that I didn’t know I was missing before. Your kind heart and sensitivity is what I love most about you.” 

Your eyes widened, entire body stiffening at those words. You had never said ‘I love you’ to each other before. Manon noticed your shock, and simply nodded, a soft smile on her lips. “I love you. I mean that. I think I have loved you since the day I met you. You are everything to me - you help me be the person I want to be. I want to work with you, to learn how to be there for you. You are more important to me than my role as Queen, and I should have understood why you needed me in that moment. I shouldn’t have let their expectations of me control my actions - I want everyone to know you are mine, because I am proud to be yours.”

You sniffled, bringing a hand to cup Manon’s cheek. “I’m sorry that I didn’t communicate what I was feeling. I wasn’t thinking about how my public affection would be perceived.” You sighed, stroking your thumb along Manon’s cheek as she brought her hand up to yours. “It might be hard, but we can find a way to be there for each other how we both need, because I love you too, Manon.”

At those last words, Manon smiled brightly as she jumped up, hands weaving in your hair as she laid you back on the bed. You giggled, wrapping your legs around her waist to pull her closer to you for a kiss, the two of you whispering “I love you”s back and forth for the rest of the evening, enchanted by the feeling of being with your person.

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exes and ohs 𐙚 c.yj

chapter eight: walk down memory lane

written • 1689

october 16th 2023, 8:43am

morning light filters through the curtains, catching the soft curve of yeji’s shoulder as she turns away from him, half-buried underneath rumpled linen sheets. she reaches for her phone. before she can slip out from under the covers, yeonjun hooks an arm around her waist and reels her back into his warmth. his breath on her skin is warm, and he presses a slow kiss to her shoulder.

a groan slips out of him. “i have to get ready for work,” she says.

“can’t you call out?”

“no,” she replies, wriggling against his hold. “i can’t.”

“yes, you can.” a sleepy smile curves at his lips. “you’re the boss.”

she turns her head just enough to give him a look over her shoulder. “no, my mother is the boss. and i have a meeting with her in two hours.” she gives him a quick peck.

he kisses her again, slower this time, as though dragging it out will make her forget the clock. “tell her something came up,” he says between kisses. “and you’ll be a few minutes late.”

“you know my mother.” she scoffs.

he grins, not deterred. “well, i’m sure she’ll understand. this is the first time i’ve seen you since you got back from paris.”

she softens for a moment before sitting up. her back is straight, hair messy but somehow still perfect. yeonjun’s arms loosely wrap around his waist. “well, i told you to come with me.”

his arms drop. “and what would i have been doing?”

“i had events. you could’ve come.”

“and be captioned ‘hwang yeji’s boyfriend?’” he teases, leaning to kiss her one more time.

she closes the gap. “or maybe be captioned ‘choi yeonjun on maison choi.’” she says against his lips.

yeonjun freezes.

yeji pulls back, studied his face. “what?”

“how many times do we have to talk about this?”

“i was just saying; your dad was there. soobin was there. they were doing things. you could’ve been—”

“i’m not interested in being my father’s lap dog.”

she stares at him. “you think soobin is a lap dog?”

“yes.” his jaw tightens. “he doesn’t have a mind of his own. he needs someone to tell him to do everything. at least i can say no to my father.”

“but at least he is hardworking, and he has ambitions and goals.”

“i have ambitions and goals, yeji.”

“you have pipe dreams.”

“just because it’s not what my father wants and it’s not what you want doesn’t make it any less important.”

she rolls her eyes. “oh poor little rich boy.” her arms are folded over her chest. “yeonjun, you need to come back down to the real world.”

he looks at her like he can’t even recognize the person in front of him. “you know what – neither of us are in the… uh… in the right headspace to have this conversation right now, so i’m gonna go.”

he gets out of bed and looks for his clothes. she stands up too watching him. when he is ready and dressed, he walks towards the door. he turns back to her. “i’ll see you tonight.” he says and he leaves.

october 16th 2023, 5:28pm

yeonjun pulls into the circular driveway of his parents’ estate. he steps out of the car with a bottle of cabernet clutched in one hand. his steps echo slightly on the stone path leading up to the door.

he rang the bell.

the door opened in less than ten seconds. the butler stood tall and unblinking in the doorway. he accepted the bottle with a silent nod.

yeonjun steps inside, heading towards the drawing room, where his father slouches back on the leather couch in tailored slacks and a navy sweater, legs crossed, reading an article on his ipad. his looks up at his son briefly before going back to some article about the economy, or foreign affairs, or war.

his mother isalready on her feet. her cashmere matches the walls. she smiles and comes forward, arms out.

“hey mom,” yeonjun greets her, wrapping her in a careful hug. “uh, yeji is—”

“she’s in the pool house with soobin,” his mother interrupts. she turns, walking toward the drink cart tucked into the corner near the antique piano. “do you want something to drink?”

yeonjun blinks.

he is still preoccupied with what she had said earlier. “no,” his voice is half a second behind his thoughts. “yeji is where?”

“you don’t want anything to drink?” his mom asks again, pouring something amber into a crystal glass. his father exhales sharply. a scoff.

yeonjun glances at him, jaw flexing. “no, i’m good.” his mind isn’t here anymore. it is outside, across the patio, in the pool house. “why is she there?” and why didn’t she tell him when she was arriving?

“i told you we were getting work done on the pool house. soobin is showing her the renovations,” his mother answers. she finally turns to look at him. “are you sure you don’t want anything? what’s wrong?”

“okay, mom, can i get a diet coke?”

his mother smiles in response and proceeds to make him a drink.

“diet coke?” his dad repeats under his breath, disdain in every syllable.

yeonjun turns towards him slowly. “do you have a problem with my drink choice?”

his father doesn’t answer right away. that was what always made yeonjun get upset. he could feel the temperature of his blood rising as his father sat there, scrolling away, not even bothering to look up. his mother hands him a drink. “we’re supposed to be having a nice family dinner.” she warns her son.

“i didn’t do anything,” yeonjun starts, defense slipping into his voice.

just then, the sound of the patio door opening slices through the room.

yeonjun watches yeji step into the room.

she wore a cardigan that slid slightly off one shoulder, exposing the delicate strap of her tank top underneath. her hair is pulled half-up in the way she always does when she doesn’t have time to do anything else with it. she looks really pretty. her cheeks were flushed from the cold or laughter (or both).

yeonjun’s breath catches.

behind her, soobin appears. his hand is casually placed on yeji’s waist. his thumb taps rhythmically against the small of her back as he urges her inside.

yeonjun’s gaze drops to that hand and every nerve in his jaw tenses. soobin looks up and catches his brother’s stare. his hand drops immediately to his side.

“nice of you to join us,” he remarks.

yeonjun nods at him not answering.

october 16th 2023, 8:03pm

after dinner, yeonjun and yeji sit in his car parked in the driveway of his parent’s house. yeji sits cross legged in the passenger seat, coat draped over her lap like she doesn’t want to feel at home in his car.

“should i drop you off at your place?” he asks.

“yeah,” she says quickly. she stares straight ahead through the windshield at the gate that is slowly opening, her fingers absently toying with the buckle of her clutch.

he flicks the gear shift into drive.

neither of them speak for a while. the only sound in the car is coming from the friction of the tires on the road.

“do you want to talk?” yeonjun asks, finally breaking the silence. he glances over at her just once as the car turns onto a main road.

“about what?”

“this morning?”

“i’m kind of tired,” she responds, yawning mid sentence. she leans her head back against the headrest as her eyes flutter shut briefly.

“okay,” he sighs. “can i ask you a question?” his eyes stay on the road.

“sure, yeonjun. what’s your question?” she exhales slowly, rubbing her temples.

“is there something going on between you and my brother?”

she turns her head to look at him slowly, frowning. he doesn’t meet her glare. he eyes flick towards her and then back to the road. he asks again, more direct this time. “is there?”

“why would you ask me that?”

“is it crazy of me to assume there is?” he shoots back.

“yes.”

“you guys are very close.” he states. he’s not accusing anymore. he is just confessing an observation that he has made over the past few months.

“he’s my friend. you have friends.” she replies quickly. he turns back away from him, facing the road now.

yeonjun scoffs. “i don’t let my friends grab my waist.” he says without hesitation.

“what are you even talking about?”

“just saying,” he muttered.

“you are letting your insecurities get to your head,” she remarks coldly, folding her arms and leaning back against the seat.

“and please tell me; what am i insecure about?” he presses through gritted teeth.

“about the fact that your dad likes your brother and not you.”

yeonjun groans. “here she goes again.”

“or maybe about the fact that he’s not wasting his time and energy chasing childish dreams like you are and he’s actually doing something with his life,” she adds.

“i’m not talking about this,” he snaps.

“that’s fine by me.” yeji shifts again in her seat. the couple falls back into silence.

“if you want to be with him, i think you should.” yeonjun says after a while. he is staring straight ahead and his voice is distant. he is imagining what that would look like for his girlfriend and his brother to be together and he is hating himself for it.

“i thought you didn’t want to talk about this,” she chides him.

“instead of trying to change me, maybe you should just be with him.”

“you act like a child.”

yeonjun pulls up to her apartment in silence. the brakes sigh as the car slows to a halt. yeji unbuckles her seatbelt with a swift, almost angry tug. she opens the door without saying a word. she steps out of the car, heels clicking against the pavement. she slams the door shut and walks towards her building.

yeonjun stays in the driver seat, not even looking at the now empty passenger seat beside him.

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

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[throneofsapphics]

Hey hey, as someone who also speaks fluent angst, I was hoping to make a request?

Reader is injured and tries to hide how bad it is?

Could work for any character soo you choose! I do love your poly fics though 🥺🥺🥺

THANK YOU!!

knocking on death's door

poly!Manorian x Reader

Summary: You knew you weren’t dying, but by the looks of it everyone else seemed to think so.  

Warnings: major injury, descriptions injuries/mention of blood, angst-ish

Word Count: ~1.7k 

A/N: ah thank you! I love this request, thank you for sending it! honestly I love writing poly fics. also anyone if you hit your head please go to a doctor 

You took a small tumble down the stairs. You’d been injured worse before, but knew you likely had a concussion and would have some intense bruises on your back and legs. You could already feel the giant one blooming on your upper thigh, and felt the ache in your lower back. But, a good salve and a discreet healer could fix a majority of problems. 

The only problem that might come your way is Manon and Dorian. Both of them have the tendency to be fussy. The last thing you wanted was to be on bedrest for a week. 

You crept down towards the healing rooms, taking a few servants' passageways, and peering through the door. Just your luck, the only healer you trust not to report to them, a close friend of yours, wasn’t present, and you decided to go back tomorrow - right after they left. 

-

Manon and Dorian weren’t in your shared rooms and wouldn’t be back until later. They had a plethora of negotiations and meetings today and the next few days. A part of you did feel guilty hiding this from them, but they already had a lot going on - you didn’t want to add any extra stressors. 

You slipped into the bathroom for a quick shower, washing off the blood from a few cuts, and snatching some of the salve and a pain tonic you kept in stock. With that, hopefully the bruises will fade in a few hours, and the headache should disappear. The small scrape on your palm … that you’ll just have to wait out, but it’s easily explainable. They know you can be clumsy sometimes. 

You fell asleep on the couch quickly after. 

-

Manon scented something was off as soon as she entered the rooms - blood. She stalked right for your side, one arm dangled over the edge of the couch, the other curled under your pillow. You were sound asleep, your breaths deep and steady, and only mumbling as she carefully lifted your arm, turning it gently to see a small scrape on your palm. Falling. Again. You were so clumsy it worried her sometimes. She called your name, quietly at first. Poking you when you didn’t wake. Your eyes fluttered open, blinking heavily once you saw her. 

“Falling, again?” She raised her brow, looking at the slightly guilty smile on your face. “You need to be more careful.” She exhaled sharply, going to find something to bandage it with, and disinfect it. 

“I already took care of it,” you called after her, but she ignored you. Dorian came back shortly after, frowning at Manon wrapping a small piece of cloth over your hand. “It’s over kill,” you insisted, but one sharp look and your mouth snapped shut. 

“Did you hurt anything else?” 

“No,” you sighed, rolling back to shove your head into the pillow. Manon was a bit suspicious but … she knows you get annoyed when she fusses, and left it for now. 

-

The three of you collapsed into bed, all tired, and a slightly longer than usual nightgown hid the bruises. Your head still ached, but you took another tonic to fight that off. Apparently their day had been incredibly exhausting because they didn’t question anything too much, and the three of you fell into a deep sleep within minutes. 

-

Dorian rose first the next morning, smiling at the sight of you and Manon curled up together. Your nightgown bunched slightly at the side but … purple, he caught a sliver of purple skin. Carefully, he pulled down the blanket some more, shifting your clothing as well. A giant purple bruise bloomed on the side. 

He called your name, but you didn’t wake - he woke Manon, however, who spotted the bruise as well. 

“Y/n.” She called this time. Nothing. He shook your shoulder slightly, and you still didn’t stir. 

A quick scan with his magic showed some kind of swelling in your brain. That’s beyond anything he could handle. He scooped you in his arms, darting out the door as quickly as possible, not caring he was only wearing a pair of long sleeping pants, and sprinted for the healing rooms, carefully cradling your head against his shoulder. Manon caught up to him quickly, thankfully having thrown some clothes on, and asking questions but he couldn’t answer - his only focus was getting you there, as fast as he could. 

-

It took most of Dorian’s self restraint to keep both him and Manon from interrupting the healers working on you. 

“She said she didn’t hurt anything else.” Manon’s voice was barely above a whisper, her hand clutching onto his arms, nails digging in slightly. Maybe it would’ve hurt, but he was too focused on the scene in front of him to notice. 

You can be a bit clumsy, and Dorian knows that - it’s not unusual for you to come in with some sort of scrape or bruise once in a while but … neither of them asked what happened this time. The day had been long, and they’d been tired. Guilt ripped through him. And you’d lied too - to Manon, saying nothing else was injured, then a dark bruise on your leg and back, and somehow you’d hit your head. 

He felt his magic starting to bubble underneath his skin. One of the healer’s noticed as well and turned sharply to them. “We’re taking care of her. Both of you out.” 

-

Manon’s eyes narrowed at the woman ordering them out of the room, but her face was firm, no-nonsense, and unyielding. Dorian pushed her back gently, and she left, somehow without snarling or hissing at any of the healers. They found a small bench no less than 20 feet from the door, and waited. She leaned her head against his shoulder and his arm wrapped around her. The warmth provided an anchor, kept Manon from spiraling too deep into her thoughts. But she can’t help thinking she should’ve checked, she should’ve pushed further. Dorian’s absolute panic had filled her with dread. He always seems to keep his head, always calm. 

-

You knew you weren’t dying, but by the looks of it everyone else seemed to think so. 

It was strange, seeming to float outside of your body - watching everyone move around you. You were in and out of this semi-conscious state for days, watching as healers would fuss over you - take your temperature, check your heart rate and breathing, scan for any additional injuries. Swelling in her brain, you heard once - and winced. 

The worst part was watching Manon and Dorian. They were pale, their eyes lined with worry, and the bags under their eyes were heavy enough it looks like they might have punched each other. You were never alone, one of them was always there unless the healers kicked them out. Either holding your hand, or sitting next to you. 

Once, when Manon wasn’t present, Dorian brought a book. Your favorite, and read outloud to you - his eyes darting over to your face with every other line. All you wanted was to reach out, to grab his hand, touch him and let him know you’re okay, but you couldn’t. Your body was stuck there, limp and pale. 

You’d never felt this kind of hopelessness before. Knowing your loved ones are in pain and only able to watch them suffer, not give a comforting squeeze, word, or even blink. 

Five days passed, and you were back in your rooms. 

At dawn, on the seventh morning, Manon laid next to you, curled on her side, eyes closed, but you could tell she was awake. Dorian was awkwardly spread over a chair, his chest falling and rising in even breaths. Asleep. You watched as tears dripped down Manon’s cheeks. Not once had you seen her cry. She didn’t say a word, no sobs leaving her chest, but the silent tears broke something in you.

You blinked, and you were back in your body. You stayed perfectly still, trying to figure out if this was real or not. Slowly, you opened your eyes. Manon was there, tears still lining her cheeks. 

It took more effort than you cared to admit, but you reached your arm up, brushing a tear off her cheek. She leaned into your touch for a few seconds, before those beautiful eyes shot open. 

She grabbed your hand, holding it gently between both of hers. “You’re awake.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, and hoarse. 

Dorian was up in an instant, sitting on the other side of the bed and taking your other hand. 

“Hi.” Your voice was so weak it came out as a croak. Dorian let out something between a sob and a laugh. 

Reluctantly, Dorian left to grab the healers as quickly as he could. Manon had refused to move - holding onto your hand like a lifeline. 

He returned with them, and it was a whirl of questions that made your head hurt, and further instructions. Rest, rest, and rest. Enough rest to drive you insane. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Manon finally asked after the room cleared. 

“It .. it didn’t seem that bad.” Your voice was rough and your throat scratchy but you managed to get the words out. 

“You hit your head, you’ve been out for a week.” Manon hissed, but kept her voice low. You could have died, went unsaid. Dorian handed you a glass of water, helping you sit up against the pillows. You could sense the … not quite anger, but hurt coming from him. Hurt and fear. You clutched the glass, forcing your hands not to shake, and took a small sip. 

“I know,” you whispered. She blinked in confusion. “I … I wasn’t here, but I could see it, sometimes.” Your hands began to shake, water starting to slosh over the edges

She pressed her lips in a tight line, and took the glass from you, pressing it up against your lips. “You’re not getting out of bed until I say so,” was her response. 

You glared at her, opening your mouth to say something, but Dorian spoke before you could. “This isn’t a battle you’ll win. I’m on her side.” 

“Traitor.” You mumbled.

[katnipp]

the look she gave me— daniela avanzini

genre: PURE ANGST!!

synopsis: y/n never asked dani for a label. she just held onto the way dani lingered, the way she looked at her like a promise, the way silence felt safer than saying what they were.

warnings: internalized homophobia (kinda similar to my first story)

—

they were never official.

there were no whispered promises behind gymnasium bleachers, no anniversary dates, no photos stuck to the inside of lockers.

but it felt like something real.

y/n remembered how dani would lean against the cold metal fence behind the school during lunch and save the spot next to her with her backpack.

how she’d tear pieces off her sandwich just to hand them over without asking,

how she always had a spare pen,

always waited outside y/n’s last class on fridays even when it was raining.

they never talked about what they were.

but y/n noticed the way dani touched her wrist—lightly when she passed her the aux cord in her car.

noticed how dani looked at her like she wanted to say something,

and how she never did.

⸻

they were both seventeen

the kind of seventeen where you think you know what love is, and maybe you do, but you don’t know what to do with it.

y/n thought maybe if she was patient, dani would say it first.

that if she waited long enough, the silence between them would become words.

but silence has a way of growing teeth.

it was late february when the distance started to bite.

it was raining.

the kind of cold, sharp rain that made your bones ache.

they were sitting in dani’s car, parked outside y/n’s house, the windows fogged over.

y/n stared at the condensation on the glass and spoke carefully, like if she said it too loud, it would break everything:

“do you think we’ll still talk after graduation?”

it wasn’t even will you still love me?

not even what are we?

but dani flinched anyway.

she didn’t look at her.

her hands stayed on the steering wheel, knuckles pale from gripping too hard.

“i don’t know,” she said after a moment.

then quieter:

“i don’t want to make promises i can’t keep.”

and just like that, the air between them shifted.

⸻

the weeks that followed felt like a long goodbye that neither of them would admit to.

no more waiting by lockers.

no more half-smiles across the classroom.

dani still existed in the same places, but she’d become harder to reach—like watching someone walk away through fog.

y/n found herself replaying every moment, trying to find the part where it went wrong.

and dani?

she never explained.

never offered answers.

just started leaving the room a little faster, looking away a little sooner.

⸻

but she never stopped looking.

that was the worst part.

in between classes, across parking lots, down the rows of fluorescent-lit hallways—

y/n would catch her staring.

always quick, always quiet.

but intense.

like her eyes were full of everything her mouth refused to speak.

they weren’t empty stares.

they were full of ache.

full of maybe.

full of i didn’t mean to.

you still mean something.

but i don’t know how to fix it.

and y/n wanted to scream.

then say something. say it. tell me you miss me. tell me you were scared. tell me i’m not crazy for thinking this was something.

but dani never did.

—

in april, it broke.

not in a dramatic scene, not with shouting or tears—just with clarity. cruel, sharp, undeniable.

y/n was walking out of biology when she saw them:

dani and a boy from the soccer team, laughing at something on his phone.

he was taller. louder.

clean-cut and easy to love.

the kind of boy dani could sit next to in church without guilt.

he kissed her cheek. she didn’t pull away.

a smile y/n hadn’t seen in weeks. not aimed at her.

and then dani looked up.

their eyes met across the lot.

but this time—

there was no flicker of guilt.

no sadness, no silent apology.

just stillness.

like y/n was a stranger.

like everything between them had never happened.

like dani had already rewritten the story, and y/n didn’t make the final draft.

and that hurt more than anything else ever could.

because y/n had spent weeks clinging to glances,

thinking dani still felt something—

thinking maybe she just didn’t know how to say sorry.

but the truth was worse.

there was no apology coming.

no explanation.

no recognition of the way y/n broke in the quiet after she left.

dani had already moved on.

easy. clean. like it was nothing.

⸻

y/n didn’t cry until later.

but when she did, it was the kind of grief that hollowed her out.

not just because she lost dani—

but because dani never even looked back.

⸻

some people don’t mourn you.

some people don’t flinch.

some people walk away and forget how your laugh sounded the next morning.

and that’s what y/n learned:

not all heartbreaks end with apologies.

some end with silence.

some end with a smile meant for someone else.

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a/n: so how are you guys holding up with all of this angst??!! literally 50% of my angst stories are from things that happened to me INCLUDING THIS ONE

[infinitedivinity]

manon blackbeak x fem!reader

forbidden love, blueblood!reader, angst, relationship won't work out, she wants to protect you, break up?? idk I js like angst, I didn't reread it or edit it so it's raw

Manon didn't look at you once during lunch. She sat at her table with her Thirteen and she did not look at you. You tried not to feel hurt or betrayed by it, but her eyes lingering on Asterin as she spoke, and the way she bickered with a Yellowlegs from across her table, it made you feel invisible.

Yours and Manon's relationship had to be kept a secret, otherwise your punishment for your star-crossed romance could result in death.

You were an unimportant Blueblood witch. But Manon? Manon was the Wing Leader. She was a powerful, fearless witch with a reputation for slaughter and madness. Manon led her Thirteen into countless victories in battle, and you were as useful as a servant.

The lunch hour went by slowly, but you knew she'd meet you just below the mountain at nightfall, like she always did.

When the night came, you held your cloak tighter to your chest as your boots crunched in the dead leaves on the ground. Manon's long, silver hair shone bright under the moon. She was beautiful, just as she always was.

Abraxos seemed to notice you dirst, his jaw clicking in greeting. You smiled sadly as you reached a hand, in which he pressed his nose into, huffing warmly into your palm.

"Hello, Abraxos." You spoke softly.

Manon's golden gaze finally slid to you. She looked tense. There was a bit of distance between the two of you. You knew, you could feel, that something was wrong.

"You did not come last night." You said to her, "Or the night before." Manon's eyes seemed to dim as she looked at you, looked at your hand bunching your cloak to your chest.

"I had things to do. Duties to attend to." Was her only reply.

"You did not send a letter." Your voice rose with distane, with anger.

"I did not have time for it."

You scoffed and stepped backwards once, "Well, you used to." Manon blinked at you, a small sigh coming from her lips as she glanced away.

"You have nothing to say? You said we'd make this work." You argued, "You and I both knew the risks to this and all of a sudden you're flaking from the only time I get to see you properly?" You continued. Abraxos let out a soft whine at the sound of your arguing.

When Manon did not reply, your heart felt heavy in your chest, and your eyes began to water. "Manon. We agreed to this, and I hate it. I hate not being able to love you as loudly and as freely as I wish to. I hate not being able to touch you, to feel you, to look at you properly." You sounded like you were begging. You were pleading to her to tell you what was wrong.

You looked down at your boots and huffed. "Okay. If you don't want this anymore-"

"I want this." Manon interrupted. She seemed surprised with herself to talk about what she wanted with you. When you glanced up, her eyes were fixed on you.

"But our lives..." She closed her eyes, brow creasing, "Your life. Your life is in danger the longer we do this. Our families...our past...who we are..." When she opened her eyes again, they were filled with something like admiration, like undying devotion, like love.

"I want you safe. And the best way I can achieve that is by leaving." Manon finally said. You almost gasped, "That is unfair."

"Everything is unfair." Manon whispered harshly. "They will have your head. And I will never forgive myself for it. So, please." She sighed once more, putting a hand on the belt of Abraxos' saddle. "Go back to bed."

"You're being unfair." You repeated to her, watching as she climbed onto the back of her wyvern. "You're being unfair, Manon, you cannot do this to me." You said, gripping Abraxos' scaled leg as you watched her look forward. "You cannot just leave me here!" You yelled at her. "We will find a way, Manon. We have to."

Manon did not spare you a second glance as she kicked Abraxos' side, and with a whine, he moved forward, spread his wings, and they were airborne.

You felt the upcoming winter's cold closer than before as you watched them soar into the sky. She had come tonight to leave you. And alone you were for the rest of the night, walking back to your room with ice bitten cheeks and crystal tears rolling down your face.

[soeyekonic]

— ✩♬ ₊˚. the truth? ⭑ M.S

˚⟡˖⋆ synopsis megan wants to end things, and though her reasons are painful, they’re clear. you want to hold on, but the truth settles between you—sometimes love isn’t enough. you don’t beg her to stay.

disclaimer slight angst (i’ll write fluff one day chat), break up, megan skiendiel x fem!reader

currently playing: the truth? by kiana ledé

you know something’s wrong the moment megan tells you she wants to talk.

it’s in the way she won’t meet your eyes, the way she keeps shifting her weight from foot to foot, like she wants to run but forces herself to stay. you’ve known megan long enough to read her, to catch the hesitation in her body language before the words even come out.

you just don’t want to believe it.

the hotel room is dimly lit, the glow of the city outside barely reaching where you sit on the bed. megan stands by the window, arms crossed, looking anywhere but at you.

she inhales sharply. exhales slowly. “i don’t think we should do this anymore.” for a moment, the words don’t register. or maybe you don’t want them to. you blink. “what?”

megan swallows, gripping her arms tighter. “us. this. whatever we’ve been doing.” her voice is quiet but firm. “it has to stop.”

it’s like the air gets sucked out of the room.

your heart pounds so loudly you barely hear yourself speak. “you’re kidding.”

she doesn’t answer.

your stomach twists. a bitter laugh escapes your lips. “no. no, you don’t just get to say that like it doesn’t mean anything. like we don’t mean anything.”

megan finally looks at you then, and her eyes—god, her eyes—are filled with something that makes your chest ache. guilt. regret. pain.

but not doubt.

and that’s when you know. she means it.

your hands tremble as you push yourself up from the bed. “you’re serious.” megan presses her lips together, nodding slightly. “yeah.”

you shake your head, stepping closer. “megan, don’t do this.” “i have to.”

“no, you don’t.” your voice cracks. “you’re choosing to.” her expression flickers, but she doesn’t deny it. the silence stretches between you, thick and suffocating.

you swallow past the lump in your throat. “tell me why.” megan sighs, running a hand through her hair. “because this isn’t fair to either of us.”

you scoff. “not fair?” the words feel sharp on your tongue. “what’s not fair is you making me believe we had something real. making me feel like i mattered to you.”

“you do matter to me.” “then why are you leaving?”

megan closes her eyes for a moment, her jaw tightening. when she speaks again, her voice is quieter. “because i don’t think i love you the way you deserve.”

the words hit you like a punch to the gut. you physically take a step back. “what?”

she looks at you now, really looks at you, and it’s like she’s memorizing every detail, like she knows this is the last time she’ll get to.

“i thought i did,” she admits, voice barely above a whisper. “i wanted to. but it’s not enough.”

your whole body goes cold.

“you’re lying.” the words come out too quickly, too desperate. “this is about something else. are you scared? are you worried about what people will think? because i don’t care about any of that. we can figure it out, megan, we always do—” she shakes her head, cutting you off. “no, we don’t.”

you freeze.

megan’s eyes are sad. “that’s the problem, isn’t it? we keep pretending this is something it’s not. that i’m someone i’m not.”

your breath catches. “you don’t mean that.” she exhales. “i do.”

and just like that, whatever hope you were clinging to shatters.

you stare at her, trying to find something—anything—that tells you this is just fear, that she’ll take it back. but there’s nothing.

you feel sick.

“so that’s it?” your voice is hollow now. “you just get to walk away?”

megan hesitates, guilt flickering across her face. “i’m sorry.”

sorry. that’s what she has to say after all of this. after everything.

your hands clench into fists. “no. you don’t get to say that. you don’t get to act like you’re the one hurting.” “i never wanted to hurt you.”

“well, congratulations,” you snap. “you did.” megan flinches but doesn’t argue.

you let out a shaky breath, blinking rapidly as the tears threaten to fall. but you refuse to let them. not in front of her. not when she’s the one doing this.

she shifts on her feet, like she’s waiting for you to say something. maybe even hoping you’ll make this easier for her. but you won’t.

you shake your head. “i hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for.”

megan’s brows furrow slightly, but she doesn’t respond.

you take a deep, shaky breath and nod.

“okay.” your voice is barely above a whisper. megan’s throat bobs as she swallows. “okay?”

you force yourself to meet her eyes. “if you don’t love me, then i’m not going to beg you to.”

something in megan’s expression falters. for a second, she almost looks like she regrets this. but she doesn’t take it back.

and that’s all you need to know.

you step around her, moving toward the door. your hand grips the knob, and for a moment, you hesitate.

then, without looking back, you whisper, “goodbye, megan.”

and this time, she doesn’t stop you.

a/n: omg first megan fic 🙀