whyvaine

[whyvaine]

Hear me out. Hockey player reader x figure skater Sophia or Daniela. They dislike each other because that’s the usual beef between hockey players and figure skaters. But Sophia or Daniela has to have a partner for a show and reader is the only option left.

So they have to SHARE, yes share, the ice together and it makes them both pissy and angry but manage to get through practices, do well enough on the show, and find out that they actually have more in common than they thought and end up dating.

Sorry, I’m a yapper😔

on thin ice— daniela avanzini

❆ genre: fluff

❆ synopsis: a hockey player and a figure skater go from rivals to partners — and then to something more

the rivalry between hockey players and figure skaters wasn’t new, but nobody carried it like y/n and daniela.

daniela swore hockey players had no respect for the ice. after their practices, the surface was chewed to pieces, dotted with snow piles that threw off her landings. she needed the ice smooth, precise, clean, not hacked to death.

“unbelievable,” she muttered one afternoon, toe picking into a divot and wobbling out of a spin.

from the bench, y/n smirked as they unlaced their skates. “what’s wrong, princess? ice too rough for your pirouettes?”

daniela whipped her head around, ponytail swishing. “maybe if you and your herd of animals could skate without tearing the place apart, i wouldn’t break my ankle every thursday.”

y/n barked a laugh. “animals? please. at least i don’t need sequins to be interesting.”

it was always like this, insults lobbed across the rink like pucks, both too stubborn to let the other win.

-

so when daniela’s skating partner sprained his ankle three weeks before the winter showcase, she thought she was done for.

“there has to be someone else,” she begged her director.

but no one was available except y/n. strong, fast, balanced. unwilling, but the only option.

daniela nearly fainted. “i’d rather skate with a traffic cone.”

y/n folded their arms. “trust me, i don’t wanna prance around in rhinestones either.”

“you couldn’t handle rhinestones if you tried.”

“bring it on, princess.”

-

practice was chaos.

“don’t hunch you look like you’re charging at me.”

“stop yanking my arm like i’m a hockey stick.”

“timing! you’re late again.”

“your choreography is boring.”

still, little things slipped through. y/n’s strength made lifts smooth, and daniela, despite herself, felt safe every time her hands gripped her waist. she noticed the way she focused when she really tried, jaw clenched, eyes sharp.

and y/n started seeing what made her glow on the ice: how precise her steps were, how much control it took to spin without faltering.

one evening, as daniela adjusted her posture by pushing her shoulders back, y/n muttered, “you could’ve just asked.”

“you wouldn’t listen,” she retorted, but her hands lingered a little too long.

another night, daniela’s fingers went numb from the cold. y/n noticed, grabbed her hands, and blew warm air into them before tucking them between their palms. “can’t have princess freezing solid.”

she tried to scoff, but her cheeks burned.

-

their bickering softened into playful accidents. they collided midspin once and ended up sprawled on the ice, tangled limbs and laughter echoing in the empty rink. daniela smacked her shoulder. “idiot.”

“hey, you landed on me,” y/n grinned.

she patched up a bruise on their arm another night, rolling her eyes at how careless hockey players were but dabbing the ointment gently anyway. y/n didn’t miss how soft her touch was.

-

then came the late-night practice. the rink was quiet, the lights humming. they attempted a lift, but daniela’s blade caught a rough patch.

she pitched forward with a startled yelp only to be caught instantly, y/n’s arms wrapping around her.

“got you,” they said, voice low, steady.

her chest pressed against theirs, breath warm in the frosty air. daniela’s heartbeat stuttered, but she whispered, “…thanks.”

something changed after that. their rivalry wasn’t gone, but there was laughter between the barbs, comfort under the tension. sometimes they skated slow laps together after practice, no drills, just the sound of blades on ice and a quiet they both secretly liked.

-

showcase night.

backstage, daniela’s hands trembled. one of her teammates had scoffed earlier, “there’s no way a hockey player can pull this off.” the words rattled in her head.

y/n stepped close, brushing a loose strand from her face. “hey. look at me.”

her eyes flicked up.

“you’re gonna be perfect,” they said softly. “and i’ve got you. always.”

she blinked hard, throat tight, then nodded.

-

the music started. they stepped onto the ice.

for four minutes, everything worked. daniela flew higher in y/n’s lifts than she ever had. y/n matched her timing, their strength balancing her elegance. every glide, every spin, every catch was perfect.

the crowd roared. flowers rained onto the ice. and when they bowed, still holding hands, they grinned at each other like idiots.

-

afterward, outside the rink, snow drifted gently around them. daniela shivered in her costume until y/n draped their warm-up jacket over her shoulders.

“princess gets cold too easily,” they teased.

she rolled her eyes but tugged it closer. “don’t get smug.”

they stood in silence for a long moment, the night quiet except for muffled cheers inside. finally, y/n spoke, nervous.

“you know… i think i like this better than hockey.”

daniela’s brows lifted. “did you just say that out loud?”

y/n groaned. “forget it, that sounded less cheesy in my head-”

but she didn’t let y/n finish. she grabbed her jersey collar and kissed them, cold-sweet, sure.

when she pulled back, she rested her forehead against theirs, whispering, “don’t ever leave me to skate alone again.”

y/n grinned, dizzy. “whatever you say, princess.”

“loser,” she muttered but her hand stayed tangled with theirs as snowflakes melted on their cheeks.

the ice they once fought over had finally bound them together.

-

[whyvaine]

request… NEED MORE!!!!

[whyvaine]

vamp sophia x reader 🛐🛐

midnight melodies— sophia laforteza

♱ pairings: vampire! sophia x reader

♱ synopsis: y/n is drawn to sophia, a mysterious vampire, and finds herself caught between danger and desire under the moonlit night

y/n had always been drawn to the night. not the noisy, neonlit city nights, but the kind that wrapped the world in soft shadows and secrets. tonight, the air was cooler than usual, carrying a faint scent of autumn leaves. she wandered farther than usual, her shoes echoing lightly against the cobblestones, unaware she was being watched.

then she saw her.

sophia stood at the edge of a gate, one hand resting lightly on the cold metal, the other tucked into the pocket of her long black coat. her hair shimmered in the moonlight like spilled ink, and her eyes, glowing faintly seemed to pierce through y/n’s very thoughts. every step sophia took was fluid, deliberate, and the air around her seemed to hum with a magnetic pull.

“you shouldn’t be wandering here alone,” sophia said, her voice low and smooth, carrying a rasp that made y/n’s skin crawl

“maybe i like the night,” y/n whispered, almost to herself, but loud enough for sophia to hear. her fingers twisted together nervously. “maybe i like the quiet.”

the vampire’s lips curved into a smile. “the night likes you too,” she murmured, stepping closer. her movement was so effortless, it was almost as if gravity itself bent around her. y/n’s pulse spiked. the world shrank until it was only them, shadows pooling around their feet, the moonlight shimmering on sophia’s pale skin.

there was a strange electricity in the air. y/n’s heartbeat was rapid, her chest tight, yet she couldn’t pull away. she noticed everything, the curve of sophia’s jaw, the subtle shimmer on her lips, the way her amber eyes seemed to see straight into her soul.

“i don’t usually meet people like you,” y/n admitted, her voice trembling.

“people like me don’t usually let themselves be met,” sophia said softly, tilting her head as she studied y/n. then, almost shyly, she added, “but you feel something, don’t you?”

y/n’s throat went dry. “feel something?”

“curiosity. fascination. danger.” sophia’s gaze softened slightly, and her fingers brushed y/n’s wrist, cold but comforting. y/n shivered violently, every nerve alive. “it’s in your eyes,” sophia said. “you feel it, even if you won’t admit it yet.”

the night deepened, the shadows wrapping around them like velvet. a soft wind tugged at y/n’s hair, brushing her cheek, and sophia’s presence felt like a magnet she couldn’t resist. every instinct screamed to step back, but her heart whispered to stay.

“i shouldn’t” y/n started, voice faltering.

“maybe you should,” sophia interrupted, and y/n could barely catch her breath as the vampire’s hand grazed hers again. this time, the contact lingered, drawing a small thrill up y/n’s arm. her fingers itched to curl around sophia’s, to anchor herself to something real amidst the intoxicating danger.

“i don’t know why, but i can’t stop looking at you,” y/n confessed, almost in a whisper.

sophia’s eyes softened, a flicker of something almost human passing through her amber gaze. “that’s how it begins,” she murmured. “first fascination, then longing. the night teaches us things we can’t always name.”

they walked together through the narrow streets, shadows twisting around their feet, the moonlight pooling on the cobblestones. sophia’s hand brushed y/n’s shoulder now and then, delicate touches that made her shiver. every step felt like a dance, silent but electric.

eventually, they reached a hidden courtyard. ivy crawled up the walls, moonlight shimmering on the black stones. a fountain stood in the center, water still and dark, reflecting sophia’s pale face. she leaned against the edge, amber eyes following y/n, a predator and a protector all at once.

“it’s beautiful,” y/n breathed.

“not as beautiful as it could be,” sophia said softly, and there was a subtle shiver in her voice. then, with barely a whisper, “not as beautiful as you.”

y/n’s chest tightened. she wanted to step closer, wanted to reach out, but fear and wonder held her in place. sophia smiled faintly, tilting her head closer. “don’t be afraid,” she murmured. “i won’t hurt you. not unless you want me to.”

the wind carried the scent of night-blooming flowers, faint and intoxicating, mingling with sophia’s presence. y/n’s heart raced, her fingers trembling. she wanted to touch her, to feel the cold brush of skin that was impossibly warm in some otherworldly way.

“you’re different,” y/n whispered, voice cracking slightly.

“different is only dangerous if you make it so,” sophia replied, stepping just close enough that their breaths mingled. the heat of y/n’s breath met the icy cool of sophia’s skin, a paradox that made her shiver.

then, just a whisper from sophia, her lips near y/n’s ear, “you belong here, if you let yourself.”

the words were velvet and shadow, a promise and a dare. y/n’s heartbeat thundered in her chest. she felt the pull of something eternal, something she didn’t fully understand, but wanted desperately. every instinct screamed to run, but every part of her wanted to stay, to follow sophia into the night and perhaps beyond.

and in the quiet of the moonlit courtyard, surrounded by shadows and the soft hum of eternity, y/n realized she had already crossed the line. the night had claimed her heart, and sophia… sophia had claimed it too

[whyvaine]

hi!!! would you write a ff where the reader meets megan through lara and they just fall for eachother? lara could be such a wingwoman haha. thank you, your work is amazing :))

cupid in disguise— megan skiendiel

➶ genre: fluff

➶ synopsis: a casual hangout turns into something softer when y/n and megan find themselves drawn to each other

lara had always been dramatic, but y/n could usually tell when she was up to something. this time, though, she had no clue.

the text came with zero context: “be ready by 6. no excuses. trust me🙂‍↕️.”

y/n frowned at her phone. “trust me”? this screamed suspicious. she typed back quickly

“what are you planning this time?”

lara replied in less than two seconds,

“just a hangout. nothing scary. you’ll thank me later”

y/n groaned. she never liked when lara said that.

—————————————————————————

the second lara pulled up outside, she was grinning like she’d already orchestrated the ending of a romcom.

y/n slid into the passenger seat, buckling in with a suspicious glare. “where are we going?”

lara adjusted her sunglasses even though the sun had almost set, “to hang out. don’t stress.”

“lara.”

“what?! you never trust me.”

y/n crossed her arms. “last time you said that, we ended up in a fight with a group of middle aged accountants.”

lara smirked. “and we won. you’re welcome.”

—————————————————————————

the “hangout” turned out to be a café. except when they walked inside, y/n froze because sitting at a table near the window was the rest of katseye.

and at the end of the table, sipping from a pink straw, was megan.

she was laughing at something manon said, her hair falling over her shoulder. but when her eyes flicked up and landed on y/n, her expression shifted, surprised, curious, almost shy.

“guys, this is y/n!” lara announced proudly, dragging y/n forward like she’d just won a prize.

megan smiled, soft and warm. “hi.”

y/n’s stomach did a full somersault. somehow, she managed to smile back. “hi.”

—————————————————————————

dinner was a mess, mostly because lara was blatantly playing matchmaker.

when the waiter brought over menus, lara snatched them up. “hmm, only two left. megan, share with y/n.”

later, when the cake arrived, lara cut in before anyone could grab forks. “you two split this one it’s huge. totally too much for one person.”

every conversation seemed to boomerang back to y/n and megan.

“oh, megan, didn’t you say you love that drama? y/n’s obsessed too.”

“y/n, tell megan about your guitar thing. she’ll love it.”

megan didn’t seem annoyed if anything, she leaned into it. she laughed too hard at y/n’s jokes, nodded along to every story, and once, when their knees brushed under the table, she didn’t move away.

y/n tried not to combust on the spot.

—————————————————————————

lara disappeared midway through dessert. “bathroom, brb,” she sang, waving a hand.

except she didn’t come back for twenty minutes.

when y/n finally spotted her, she was at the counter, pretending to study the pastry display like her life depended on it. she winked when their eyes met.

“i’m going to strangle her,” y/n muttered.

megan laughed, tucking her hair behind her ear. “she’s not exactly subtle, huh?”

“not even a little.”

“honestly?” megan tilted her head. “i think it’s kind of sweet. i mean i don’t mind.”

—————————————————————————

after everyone left, the group scattered to their rides. sophia and yoonchae vanished into deep conversation, daniela waved goodbye, manon called a cab.

lara clapped her hands. “oh nooo, i just remembered, i promised to meet a friend nearby. but megan lives in your direction, right?”

megan blinked. “uh, yeah.”

lara beamed. “perfect! you two walk together. i’ll catch up later!”

before y/n could argue, she literally jogged down the block and disappeared.

megan snorted. “wow. she’s committed.”

“she’s insufferable,” y/n said, face hot.

“mmm. maybe. but she’s also effective”

y/n glanced at her, startled. but megan just smiled, pink straw still between her fingers from the cup she carried.

—————————————————————————

the walk home was slower than it needed to be.

“so,” megan said, breaking the silence, “do you always get dragged into this?”

“unfortunately.” y/n laughed. “this is mild compared to usual.”

megan hummed. “not the worst plot, though.”

their hands brushed once, twice. neither moved away.

megan kicked a pebble down the sidewalk, her voice quieter now. “lara talks about you a lot, you know.”

“she does?” y/n blinked.

“mhm. says you’re the only one who puts up with her. i was kinda nervous to meet you, honestly.”

y/n’s heart stuttered. “why nervous?”

megan shrugged, her smile shy. “i didn’t want to make a bad impression. you seemed important to her and now-” she hesitated, cheeks tinting a light shade of pink “im glad i came tonight.”

the air between them thickened, full of unspoken things.

—————————————————————————

when they reached the corner where their paths split, they both slowed down. neither wanted to say goodbye.

“i had fun,” megan admitted softly. “really. and i’d like to do this again with or without lara.”

y/n smiled, nerves buzzing like static. “me too.”

megan fiddled with her straw, then blurted, “can i get your number?”

y/n’s stomach flipped. “yeah, of course.”

they traded phones, fingers brushing in the exchange. it was small, but enough to send a spark straight up y/n’s arm.

and then-

“WOOOO! FINALLY!”

both of them whipped around. across the street, lara was standing under a lamppost, waving both arms like she was signaling a plane.

“LARA” y/n started, mortified.

megan doubled over laughing, covering her face. “she’s unbelievable.”

but when they looked back at each other, cheeks burning, the laughter melted into something softer.

that night, y/n lay in bed with her phone lighting up. a new message from megan: “glad we walked home together. let’s do it again soon :)”

her heart thudded against her ribs.

maybe lara really was the wingwoman of the year

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[whyvaine]

a second song— sophia laforteza

𝄞𝄢 genre: fluff

𝄞𝄢 synopsis: sophia chose y/n’s brother, but her heart always belonged to y/n. now she wants a second chance

nico found y/n alone in their backyard, her guitar in her lap, but she wasn’t playing just staring down at the strings like they used to mean something else.

he hesitated before sitting next to her. “i know.”

y/n didn’t look up. “know what?”

“about sophia,” nico said softly. “about how you felt.”

her fingers froze. she kept her eyes down. “doesn’t matter now.”

“it matters to me,” he said. “because i should’ve asked you first. i should’ve seen it. and i shouldn’t have dragged you into that harana just to get my heart broken and break yours too.”

she finally looked at him. surprised. a little hurt. “you broke up with her?”

he nodded. “we weren’t right. and maybe i was too caught up in liking the idea of her to notice how distant she really was.”

nico nudged her knee with his. “but you always looked at her like she was your favorite chord. i just didn’t listen close enough.”

y/n let out a shaky breath. something in her chest cracked open.

“you’re still my favorite duet partner,” he added, teasing gently. “and if we’re performing next week, i want it to be with you not because i want to impress anyone, but because we make good music together. always have.”

y/n didn’t say anything right away, but she finally reached for her guitar again.

“only if you carry the amp this time.”

“deal,” nico grinned.

—————————————————————————

on the day of the performance, sophia almost didn’t go.

she’d already made her choice weeks ago and let fear decide for her. pretend she wasn’t watching y/n from across the courtyard, wondering what if, what if, what if.

but then came the voices in the hallway:

“if i wasn’t straight, i’d totally date y/n.”

“can’t believe sophia picked nico over her.”

“y/n looks so good onstage. like, stupidly good.”

it wasn’t the attention y/n was getting that rattled her.

it was the regret.

she sat alone in the back of the auditorium as the crowd hushed. her hands twisted in her lap. when the spotlight hit the stage, she saw them:

nico, tall and easy with a mic in hand.

and y/n, quiet beside him with her guitar in her arms.

sophia’s heart stuttered. everything else blurred out.

as the performance began, flashes of memory hit her hard. the first time y/n shyly complimented her handwriting. the way her voice trembled when asking sophia to stay after class. the single red string tied to her guitar case, one sophia now recognized as a silent confession.

and that night, the harana.

how could she have missed it? y/n hadn’t just played a song. she poured out a piece of herself. and sophia had turned away.

but now? all sophia saw was y/n.

how the music moved through her fingers. how her shoulders stayed strong even when her eyes avoided the crowd. how everything about her screamed i’ve moved on.

sophia felt like she couldn’t breathe.

the applause came like a wave loud and proud

but sophia was already moving.

—————————————————————————

she found y/n backstage, alone in the hallway, crouched beside her guitar case.

“y/n.”

y/n turned slowly. surprised. wary. “you’re here.”

“i heard you play,” sophia said, stepping forward. “and it reminded me of that night.”

“don’t,” y/n said softly. “it’s over. you made your choice.”

“i made the wrong one.”

y/n looked at her for a long second. unreadable.

“i didn’t understand what i was running from,” sophia continued. “not until i saw you just now. and all i could think was how could i let go of something so loud, and brave, and real?”

she reached into her pocket and pulled something out: a silver ring.

“you left this at my house,” she said. “i kept it. not because i forgot but because i couldn’t let go.”

y/n looked down at the ring in her palm. her fingers curled around it slowly.

“i know i hurt you,” sophia said, voice breaking. “but i’m not scared anymore. i want to try. if you’ll let me.”

a pause.

then y/n stepped forward. just enough for their hands to brush.

“you’re still late,” she murmured.

“i know,” sophia whispered. “but i’m here now.”

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[whyvaine]

Serenade for someone else was so good and i know it wouldve hit harder if i was filipino💔💔 do u plan to do a part2??

i’ve already written a part 2 but idk if i should post the angst or fluff ending😞

[whyvaine]

serenade for someone else— sophia laforteza

𝄞 pairing: sophia x reader

𝄞 synopsis: y/n loves sophia, but sophia can’t accept herself. a harana from y/n’s brother stirs complicated feelings under the stars

y/n had been in love with sophia since the first week of freshman year.

it wasn’t dramatic. there was no falling at first sight, no fireworks. just a slow, quiet unfolding. it started with a glance. sophia standing in front of the whiteboard, mumbling her name during introductions, voice barely audible. she had short, neat hair back then, a silver hairclip tucked behind one ear, and a voice that cracked when she spoke too fast.

y/n was a goner.

the crush bloomed quietly. in the background of late night study sessions and empty hallways. in moments no one else seemed to notice like the way sophia twirled her pen when she was thinking, or how her nose crinkled when she was stuck on a problem.

y/n watched and kept her feelings tucked into the margins of notebooks.

because sophia didn’t seem like the kind of girl who wanted to be looked at by other girls.

she flinched at locker graffiti that said “gay.” she laughed a little too loudly when someone joked about two girls holding hands. she brushed off compliments from girls like they were mosquitoes, unwanted and fleeting.

—————————————————————————

“i’m gonna do it,” her brother said one afternoon, bouncing a basketball between his hands. “i’m gonna tell sophia i like her.”

y/n blinked. her breath caught in her throat.

he was sweet. charming in the way boys always were when they didn’t realize how much they had. he had no idea. he never noticed.

she kept her voice even. “what are you gonna do?”

he grinned. “harana. you’ll play for me, right?”

of course. she always played.

they’d done it since they were kids, classic duets for cousins’ birthdays, little love songs at family parties. their dad used to joke that they were a built in serenade package.

y/n’s heart felt like it shrank. like it folded in on itself.

but she smiled anyway.

“yeah,” she said. “sure.”

—————————————————————————

that night, they stood outside sophia’s house just after nine. it was quiet. wind brushing against y/n’s arms, cold against her sleeves. stars scattered across the sky.

her brother nudged her. “you good?”

y/n forced a smile and nodded.

she adjusted the strap of her guitar, fingers trembling as they settled into position. the strings buzzed softly under her touch. it felt like her lungs were wrapped in thread, tight, pulsing, about to snap.

and then-

“puno ang langit ng bituin, at kay lamig pa ng hangin…”

his voice was warm. steady. perfect.

and y/n just played. automatic. her hands moved from muscle memory, but her brain was a storm. thoughts crashing against each other like waves.

don’t look up. keep playing. breathe.

“sa ’yong tingin, ako’y nababaliw, giliw…”

but she looked.

and sophia was there.

on her balcony. her hair loose, slightly messy. eyes wide and unsure.

she was staring at y/n’s brother.

but then she looked at y/n.

something in her expression cracked because y/n’s tears were falling. quiet. unannounced. streaking down her cheeks as her fingers kept moving.

she looked away fast. hoped sophia didn’t see. but she had.

when the last note faded and her brother stepped forward, heart in his throat, and said,

“so… what do you think?”

sophia hesitated for half a second.

then smiled and nodded.

—————————————————————————

her brother screamed into a pillow that night. full joy. full disbelief.

“she said yes, dude! she said yes!”

y/n laughed. or something close to it. her throat felt dry. her fingers still ached from pressing too hard on the strings.

she told him, “you two are cute.”

and she meant it. in some way. some far, buried way.

—————————————————————————

a few houses down, sophia sat alone in her room.

the hoodie still smelled like detergent. her fingers were curled tight into the sleeves. she kept thinking about the look on y/n’s face. the tears. the way her hands shook on the guitar.

and something inside her wouldn’t quiet down.

because she’d seen it now. seen her and for the first time in a long time, sophia couldn’t tell if the shiver in her spine was fear or something much, much closer to longing.

—————————————————————————

flashback. sophomore year.

sophia sat behind y/n in bio. the room was cold. her pencil broke halfway through the quiz.

y/n passed her one without looking back.

when class ended, y/n turned slightly. “you okay?”

sophia’s throat tightened. “yeah. just forgot to study.”

y/n smiled. warm. gentle. kind.

sophia looked away. forced a laugh.

“you’re too good at this, nerd.”

and y/n just grinned. “thanks.”

sophia’s face burned for an hour.

—————————————————————————

flashback. junior year.

they got paired for a school project. ended up working in the library every afternoon for a week. sophia caught herself watching the way y/n tapped her pencil when she was deep in thought. noticed how her lips moved when she read quietly. she wondered what it’d be like to hold her hand.

but she never asked.

instead, she skipped the last day. left y/n with the rest of the work. made some excuse about a dentist appointment.

because it was easier to run.

—————————————————————————

now

y/n lay in bed. headphones in. guitar on the floor beside her. the strings were still out of tune.

she hit play on the same song again.

“puno ang langit ng bituin…”

she thought maybe just maybe if she listened enough, she’d stop crying when it hit that lyric.

but it never worked.

not yet.

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fluff ending | angst ending

[whyvaine]

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

THANK YOUUU!!!

[whyvaine]

hey guys i’m finally taking request again😼

[whyvaine]

glamour bites— lara raj

𓋹 pairing: cleo de nile! lara x reader

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

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

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

and then there was y/n.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[whyvaine]

you make my dead heart race— megan skiendiel

⏾ pairing: draculaura! megan x reader

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

monster high was weird.

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

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

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

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

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

“you’re literally a vampire.”

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

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

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

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the plan was simple.

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

pretty easy, right?

execution? not so much.

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

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

she tossed it.

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

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

“hey you dropped this.”

megan was already halfway behind the tree trunk.

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

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

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

“there’s a poem shaped like my face?”

“you have a really good face shape!”

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

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

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later that night, they met in the graveyard.

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

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

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

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

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

“i’m fine.”

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

y/n giggled. “i’ll take the cape.”

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

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flying together was easier than expected.

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

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

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

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

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

“megan.”

“please :(”

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

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the picnic was chaos.

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

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

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

“he has good taste.”

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

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

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

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

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

“maybe a little dramatic.”

“good. i was worried.”

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

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

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

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

“your soul,” she said dreamily.

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

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[whyvaine]

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

[whyvaine]

Sophia x tall nerd reader who also works out

benched my heart— sophia laforteza

ᝰ pairing: sophia x muscled! reader

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

sophia knew it was a bad idea to like her.

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

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

“oh yeah. that’s my sister.”

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

megan nodded. “yeah. why?”

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

it’s a shame it didn’t work.

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

to make it worse, the muscles.

they came out of nowhere.

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

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

“here, i got it.”

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

and then y/n just. lifted it.

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

sophia stood there, jaw on the floor.

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

sophia just whispered “oh no” under her breath.

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from that day on, she was done for.

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

then came the teasing.

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

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

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

“still. hands off.”

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

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she got so bad at hiding it.

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

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

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

“…you’re staring at my sister again.”

“i am not.”

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

sophia melted. “thank you, angel.”

megan blinked. “what?”

“nothing.”

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the gym incident almost ended her.

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

ten minutes in, she was done.

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

“you okay?” y/n asked, smiling.

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

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

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then came the almost kiss.

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

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

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

“always.”

“have you been flirting with me?”

sophia froze. “what?”

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

she looked so nervous. so hopeful.

sophia’s heart cracked in half.

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

y/n blinked. “and?”

“and she’ll kill me.”

the words slipped out before she could stop them.

y/n’s face fell.

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

and then she went inside.

sophia didn’t sleep for two days.

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eventually, the truth came out.

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

sophia glanced over and megan whipped her head around.

“okay. what’s going on?”

sophia blinked. “what?”

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

the room went dead silent.

y/n looked like she wanted to disappear.

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

“sophia,” megan interrupted. “breathe.”

she did. slowly.

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

megan held up a hand. paused.

then sighed.

“god, you’re both idiots.”

sophia blinked. “huh?”

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

“wait,” y/n said. “you knew?”

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

she turned to sophia.

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

“no,” sophia whispered. “never.”

“cool. don’t make it weird.”

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

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

sophia turned back to y/n.

“so can i kiss you now?”

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

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[whyvaine]

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

[whyvaine]

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

don’t clip that chat!!— megan skiendiel

⌖ pairing: streamer! megan x reader

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

megan was cool.

well. at least online.

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

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

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

until her mod dm’d her:

“yo. y/n’s in chat 😭”

megan blinked.

froze.

no.

no no no no

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

y/n: hey meg :)

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

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

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

her mouse slammed down on the mute key.

chat, predictably, was already exploding.

y/n sent one message and you DIED??

that’s wild she folded IMMEDIATELY

don’t fold now queen 😭😭😭

SOMEONE CLIP THAT

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

someone clipped it anyway.

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the next few rounds were worse.

megan, usually sharp and reactive, was suddenly off.

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

y/n sent another message:

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

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

chat was screaming.

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that should’ve been the end of it.

it wasn’t.

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

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

megan short circuited.

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

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

she fumbled every match that stream.

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

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

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

megan slammed the mute button so hard her mic cracked.

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

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

“uh. it’s E,” she said.

“thanks,” y/n replied sweetly.

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

chat lost it.

clips were already being made with titles like:

megan gets distracted by pretty girl and forgets how computers work

she’s so gone for her 😭

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after stream, megan collapsed on her bed dramatically.

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

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

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

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

megan stared at her.

y/n tilted her head. “what?”

“do you like me?” megan blurted.

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

it wasn’t.

it really wasn’t.

megan looked like someone had unplugged her entire soul.

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

“a cute clown,” y/n offered.

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

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chat the next day was a war zone.

WAIT YOU GUYS ARE TOGETHER NOW???

we’ve been shipping this for MONTHS

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

her name is rizzgan after all😭

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

“don’t clip that chat.”

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[whyvaine]

even like this— megan skiendiel

𖦹 pairing: megan x sick reader

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

megan had a weird feeling all day.

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

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

no reply. no read. no heart reaction.

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

but still, something gnawed at her chest.

quietly. stubbornly.

off.

so she stopped waiting and just showed up.

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

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

she turned the corner and froze.

there she was.

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

megan blinked, heart sinking.

“baby?”

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

that was it.

just “hi.”

soft. raspy. barely audible.

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

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

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

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

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

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

she kept glancing over her shoulder.

still breathing. still curled up. still flushed.

megan’s chest ached.

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

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

“i know.” she said. quiet but firm.

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

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

y/n obeyed.

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

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

“i always notice.”

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the next few hours blurred together.

megan didn’t leave her side.

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

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

or more accurately, on top of her.

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

y/n exhaled, slow.

“you’re gonna get sick.”

“worth it.”

“you always say that.”

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

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

“i hate feeling like this,” she whispered.

“like what?”

“like this. weak. needy.”

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

that shut her up.

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

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

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

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

“bathroom.”

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

“meg, i can walk.”

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

y/n groaned. “i’m not gonna faint.”

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

y/n blinked. “what?”

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

“you’re unwell.”

“youre the sick one here. come on.”

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

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

“you’re ridiculous.”

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

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

“you’re lucky i love you.”

“you do?”

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

“rude.”

“it’s true.”

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

because it didn’t matter how gross she felt.

or how helpless she hated being.

megan was still here.

still holding her.

still choosing to stay close.

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

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

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

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

“i know.”

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[whyvaine]

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

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

please be respectful

be specific with your request

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

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

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