𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣 𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞 #2
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HYPOTHETICALLY...
1. if you were on death row, what would your last meal be?
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3. if you could have dinner with 3 people dead, alive, or fictional, who would it be?
4. if you could only use 1 emoji for the rest of your life, what would it be?
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1. fav color
2. fav movie
3. something that made you smile recently
4. fav katseye outfit
5. BIGGEST GIRL CRUSH (real, fictional, cartoon, you name it)
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ⓘ TRY AGAIN ? ( written + texts ) manon has one job: take the hint and realize ur not just flirting "for fun" anymore. if she doesn't, the system could malfunction beyond repair. [ fem!reader . lowk angst . language ]
⏛ BUG 001 — HUMOR OVERRIDE
SYSTEM NOTE : When emotional input exceeds acceptable levels, subject defaults to humor.
“every time we hang out, she just disappears,” dani says, leaning back against the couch arm. “it’s like you evaporate.”
“i don’t evaporate!” sophia replies from the floor, offended but smiling. “i simply… relocate.”
“same thing,” dani laughs. “you hate us huh?”
you’re half listening while also watching manon across from you. she’s sitting sideways in the chair, one arm hooked over the back. she laughs at something megan says and then her eyes flick to you almost automatically, like she’s checking if you heard it too.
you catch her looking and don’t look away.
“what?” she says, squinting a little.
“nothing,” you say. “i just like your laugh.”
you don’t make a face about it or wait for a reaction. you just say it the same way you’d say the couch is uncomfortable or the room is hot or something.
manon blinks once, then snorts. “okay.”
you raise an eyebrow. “okay?”
“okay,” she says easily, waving a hand like she’s brushing it off. “thank you, random compliment generator. do i get another one if i insert a coin or—”
“manon,” yoonchae cuts in, laughing. “you didn’t even let her finish.”
“finish what,” manon says. “she said she likes my laugh. groundbreaking.”
you tilt your head. “you’re kind of bad at taking compliments.”
she grins wider, like this is a challenge she’s happy to lose. “i’m amazing at taking compliments. i’m just selective.”
“that’s not—” megan starts.
“i mean, points for confidence,” manon adds. “delivery could use work. timing was decent though.”
you smile, but you don’t laugh this time. “so you’re reviewing me now?” you say.
“i basically review everything,” manon replies. “it’s a curse.”
lara glances between you two, sensing something but choosing peace. sophia pretends very hard to be invested in her phone.
you lean back slightly, still calm. “you know i’m not joking right.”
manon opens her mouth, then she hesitates.
just barely.
“yeah,” she says, after a beat. “obviously.”
the word hangs there. obviously?
she clears her throat. “i mean. you joke like this all the time.”
“do i,” you say sarcastically, your smile faltering.
“yeah,” she says quickly. “you flirt with everyone.”
“what—” your brows shoot up. “no i don’t?”
manon laughs again, louder this time. “okay, sure. and i’m the one being soo serious right now.”
you watch her for a second, then shrug. “right. if you say so.”
and that’s it. you drop it. you turn your attention back to the group like nothing happened, like you didn’t just hand her something she didn’t take. the conversation resumes around you, but manon’s energy shifts. she’s still joking but it’s like she’s performing now, just a little. trying to prove something to herself.
after a minute, lara, who’s been quiet this whole time, finally looks up from where she’s been watching everything unfold with growing disbelief.
“bro,” she says flatly. “you are so stupid.”
manon frowns. “what did i do.”
lara doesn’t answer right away. she just looks at you, then back at manon, then shakes her head like she doesn’t even know where to start.
“never mind,” lara mutters. “you’ll get it in like… six business days.”
Results: Bug persists. System recommends monitoring for repeated incidents.
Status: UNSTABLE.
⏛ BUG #002 — PANIC
SYSTEM NOTE: External intervention required (lara detected and deployed).
you’re hanging back, keeping a little distance today, just to see how things go. not because you’re mad or anything. you’re just curious because manon’s been acting a bit quieter than usual, laughing less at the jokes, smiling less when you talk.
at first, you think maybe she just didn’t really feel that way about you after all. maybe the last time was just… banter. or maybe you’re overthinking everything.
at the hangout, you catch her suddenly stand up. you follow with your eyes as she shoves her phone in her pocket and storms toward lara, who’s already sitting on the couch flipping through something on her laptop.
“bro,” manon whispers the second she’s close enough, “i think she hates me.”
lara blinks. one eyebrow goes up. “what?”
“she like… she’s keeping distance. and i think i fucked up. and now she probably hates me and wants me to die and i—” manon’s words tumble out faster than she can catch them, hands flailing slightly.
“oh my god,” lara interrupts, holding up a hand like she’s trying to catch a runaway train. “okay first of all, yes, you’re an idiot. second, sit down, jesus.”
manon stares at her, a little shocked, still half panicking. “i… okay?”
lara doesn’t wait for her to process. she crosses her arms and leans back, eyes narrowing. “look at you manz, just calm the fuck down for one second,” she laughs/
“i can’t,” manon admits, sinking onto the edge of the couch. “i thought maybe—”
“she literally does not hate you,” lara cuts in. “you’re just… slow sometimes. slow on processing signals, slow on reading the room. that’s it.”
manon groans. “slow? wow, thank you.”
“yes, slow,” lara says firmly, waving a hand. “and kind of clueless, but you already knew that. the point is, she’s not mad. she just… expects you to function at the level of a normal human being, which, sorry, apparently is hard for you.”
“i am normal? i’m fine…”
lara tilts her head, unimpressed. “she likes you, you’re just overcomplicating it. it’s hilarious to watch honestly.”
“hilarious?” manon echoes, incredulous, leaning forward. “THIS IS FUNNY TO YOU?”
lara shrugs, laughing. “not in a mean way.”
manon blinks at her. “so… should i just… chill then?”
“yeah,” lara says. “just chill. trust me, you’re not ruining anything. she’s not mad. you just sit there and be slightly less panicked, okay?”
manon exhales slowly, sinking a little deeper into the couch. “slightly less panicked. got it.”
lara smirks. “good. now don’t fuck it up.”
Results: Subject partially stabilized.
Status: ACTIVE BUG, MITIGATED.
⏛ BUG 003 — MIXED SIGNALS
SYSTEM NOTE: Label recognition disabled by user preference.
SYSTEM NOTE: Protective responses activated without user consent. Subject monitors third party interaction excessively.
you’re all crowded around the table, pizza boxes stacked slightly crooked in the middle like nobody bothered to organize anything before digging in. it’s a little loud with all the overlapping conversations.
megan’s sitting next to you, shoulder pressed lightly against yours just because there’s not enough space. she slides a slice toward you without asking, the cheese melting off of the bread.
“you’re welcome,” she says, smug.
“wow,” you reply, taking it. “acts of service huh?”
she grins. “i’m a giver.”
“that’s crazy,” you say, deadpan, and she laughs, leaning closer like she’s in on the joke.
across the table, manon notices.
not immediately, but gradually, like something’s irritating her and she can’t tell why yet. she watches you take a bite, watches megan tilt her head toward you to say something, watches you laugh so easily.
she narrows her eyes.
“why are you sharing,” manon asks suddenly, pointing with the end of her slice.
megan pauses mid-bite. “are you the pizza police now?”
“i’m just saying,” manon says. “it’s kind of messy.”
“you’re literally dripping grease on your shirt,” yoonchae points out.
manon looks down. “…okay that’s different.”
you smile despite yourself, biting into the slice. megan bumps your knee lightly under the table, like she’s congratulating herself.
manon sees it.
“you’re staring,” lara says.
manon snaps, “i’m not.”
there’s a pause. it’s not awkward but it sure as hell is noticeable.
megan wipes her hands on a napkin. “anyway,” she says easily, “i’m gonna grab drinks. you wanna come?”
you nod. “yeah.”
manon stands up too fast, chair scraping. “i’ll—i’ll come too.”
megan blinks. “okay.”
manon immediately regrets it, standing there like she doesn’t know why she volunteered. “i mean, i was gonna get one anyway.”
“you said you were good earlier?” you say.
“plans change.”
lara snorts into her sleeve.
as you all move toward the kitchen, manon keeps finding reasons to be between you and megan, reaching for cups that don’t need grabbing, standing too close, bumping your arm like it’s accidental when it very clearly isn’t.
megan leans toward you and murmurs, just loud enough, “is she okay?”
you glance at manon, who’s aggressively opening the fridge. “i have no idea.”
manon slams the fridge door a little harder than necessary, turns around, and immediately freezes when she realizes both of you are looking at her.
“what,” she says.
“nothing,” you and megan say at the same time.
manon exhales, already unraveling, and for the first time all night, she looks genuinely unsettled, like she’s losing control of something she didn’t realize she was holding onto.
and lara, watching from the table, just shakes her head.
it’s quieter now. everyone’s seem to have eaten too much and the energy sort of just dropped. the girls are scattered around, some cleaning, some lounging, there’s sound of someone rinsing plates in the kitchen bleeding into the background.
manon finds you near the hallway, leaning against the wall and scrolling on your phone like you’ve got somewhere else to be, even though you don’t. she stands there for a second like she’s debating it, then exhales and steps closer.
“can i talk to you?” she says, already sounding tired.
you look up. “you are talking.”
she presses her lips together. “alone.”
you hesitate, then nod toward the other end of the hallway. there’s a second where neither of you moves. then she goes first.
“what happened?” manon asks. not accusatory but not joking either, for once. just flatly. “like… after that day. you’ve been so off since then.”
“have i,” you say, sarcastically.
“yes?” she says immediately. “don’t do that.”
“do what?”
she rubs a hand over her face. “the texts. the distance. you don’t talk to me the same.”
you finally put your phone away in your pocket. “maybe because i got tired of guessing.”
manon frowns. “guessing what.”
“where i stand,” you say. “what i’m allowed to be. what i’m supposed to act like so you don’t freak out.”
she tilts her head, narrowing her eyes slightly at you now. “i didn’t freak out.”
you let out a short laugh. “manon. come on.”
she opens her mouth, then closes it again, jaw tightening. “i just didn’t want things to get weird.”
“they were already weird,” you say. “you just didn’t want to name it.”
she shakes her head. “it’s not that simple.”
“it never is with you,” you reply. “but you can’t just leave everything on pause forever and expect nothing to change.”
manon looks away, staring at the wall like it might give her a better answer. “i didn’t ask you to change.”
“no,” you say, voice sharper now. “you just expected me to stay exactly where you left me, right?”
that gets her attention. she looks back at you. “that’s not fair.”
“what’s not fair is you acting like you care and then backing out the second it starts to mean something,” you say. “if you don’t move forward, you’re still making a choice.”
she just looks at you, not knowing what else to say to change your mind.
“i’m not trying to mess things up,” she says quietly.
“but you are,” you urge. “because you won’t commit to anything. not labels, not intentions, not even a conversation without turning it into a joke.”
her shoulders tense. “starting something feels like it’ll break everything,” she admits, the words coming out fast, like she didn’t mean to say them. “like if i name it, if i touch it too hard, it’s just gonna fall apart.”
you stare at her. “so your solution is… what? do nothing?”
“i’m trying to protect it,” she snaps.
“you’re suffocating it!” you shoot back, trying not to be too loud. “and i’m done trying to decode your bullshit every time you get scared.”
manon’s breathing changes. it’s quicker now, her eyes are darting like she’s looking for a way out of the conversation. “you don’t get it.”
“then explain it,” you say. “explain it to me without dodging it. without joking.”
she opens her mouth.
but nothing comes out.
you watch it happen in real time—the way her defenses just… stop working. there’s no sarcasm. no comeback. no clever line to soften it. she looks overwhelmed, like too many windows are open at once and she doesn’t know which one to close.
“i can’t,” she finally mutters.
“then that’s your answer,” you say, exhausted more than angry now. “because i can’t keep doing this with you.”
she swallows, nodding once like she’s accepting a system error she can’t override. “okay.”
manon takes a step back, shutting down piece by piece, her face going unreadable in that familiar way you now recognize as retreat.
“i need a minute,” she says, already turning away.
you don’t stop her.
she walks off down the hallway, leaving you there with the hum of the house and the very clear feeling that something just powered off before either of you could fix it.
Results: Not found.
Status: Error.
⏛ BUG 006 — LOW POWER MODE
SYSTEM NOTE: Communication frequency reduced. External monitoring advised.
a few days go by. you can’t really tell because everything feels slightly off, like time is still moving but nothing feels the same. everyone notices it, even if nobody says it out loud. the space between you and manon is louder than anything else in the room.
she’s quieter now, only laughing when someone talks to her, nods along, stays busy. you do the same thing from your side. remain functional, stay polite.
it’s exhausting.
you catch lara in the kitchen while she’s pouring herself a drink, leaning against the counter. she looks up when she hears you and immediately sighs, like she already knows.
“before you ask,” she says, “yes, i noticed.”
you snort lightly. “it’s that obvious?”
“painfully,” lara replies. “you two went from unbearable to even more unbearable.”
you hesitate, then lean back against the counter across from her. “is she… okay?”
lara doesn’t answer right away. she caps the bottle, sets it down, and looks at you fully now.
“in all honesty, y/n,” she says, voice calmer than usual, “no, she’s not.”
your stomach tightens a little. “mm, figures.”
“she’s going insane, but like, quietly,” lara continues. “which for her is worse. at least when she’s loud about it, you know where she’s at.”
you nod. “i didn’t mean to mess everything up.”
lara raises an eyebrow. “you didn’t. she did. repeatedly.”
you huff a laugh. “yeah, well. she’s good at that.”
“she is,” lara agrees. “but she really does like you too. i know she acts like an ass sometimes, and she pretends she’s above everything, but this isn’t nothing to her.”
you look down at the floor. “she’s been saying that without actually saying anything.”
“that’s her specialty,” lara says dryly.
you glance back up. “i mean, i’ve been patient. like, genuinely. for weeks.”
lara snorts. “i know. trust me. we all know. it’s kind of impressive.”
“i don’t want a trophy though,” you say. “i just don’t want to feel like i’m begging someone to meet me halfway.”
lara’s expression softens a little. “that’s fair. and you shouldn’t. but with her… she needs a minute after things get serious like that. it’s not because she doesn’t care, because she does, and she doesn’t know how to sit with that without panicking.”
you tilt your head. “so what, i just… wait again.”
“no no,” lara says. “but don’t chase. don’t fix it for her. but also don’t shut the door completely. let her come to you when she’s ready to talk without hiding behind anything.”
you scoff quietly. “lara that sounds like more patience.”
“oh. well, yeah maybe,” lara admits. “but intentional patience. not you killing yourself trying to interpret every move she makes.”
you think about that, your arms crossed. “and if she doesn’t?”
lara meets your eyes. “then at least you’ll know you weren’t the one who shut it down.”
you exhale slowly, nodding once. “great. love that for me.”
lara smirks faintly. “i didn’t say it was gonna be fun.”
you find manon sitting on the couch alone, the living room empty and quiet except for the sound of the fridge in the kitchen and the soft tick of the clock on the wall. she’s slouched a little, arms resting on her knees, staring at the floor like she’s trying to figure something out without actually looking at anything. you pause in the doorway, unsure if you should just leave her be or…
“hey,” you say finally, your voice a little too casual, like you’re trying to act normal even though you feel anything but.
“hey,” she replies neutrally, not looking up.
you shuffle a little, your hands fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve. “so… uh… how’s it—” you pause. “how’s it going?”
manon snorts softly without looking, a tiny noise. “fantastic,” she says, voice flat but not angry. more like she’s testing you.
“yeah,” you say, biting the inside of your cheek. “me too! great.”
you hesitate before you sit down at the other end of the couch, leaving space, your knees almost bumping the edge. you’re suddenly painfully aware of how quiet it is. “so… uh… sorry if i’ve been… weird,” you mumble.
manon finally glances at you, one brow raised. “weird?”
you flush lightly. “okay. maybe a little more than weird.”
she laughs softly, but it’s quick, almost like she’s embarrassed to admit she’s amused. “no i’ve been a dick too,” she says. “not proud of it, but… yeah. that happened.”
you glance at her, surprise flickering across your face. “you just admitted that?”
“yeah,” she says, shrugging. “someone has to.”
“well,” you say slowly, “i… okay, i guess i should apologize for being a little ignorant too. not the easiest thing to deal with.”
“a little?” she says, eyebrows lifting, lips twitching in a tiny grin. “i mean, i made it pretty difficult.”
“well—yeah,” you admit, letting out a short laugh. “you really did. but hey, you owned up to it.”
manon nods, eyes softer now. “i did. finally.”
your hands are folded in your lap, your foot tapping just a little, like neither of you knows exactly how to make this less awkward.
“so,” she says finally, almost hesitant, “would you… i mean, would you still be willing to try again?”
you grin, a little teasing, leaning back. “well, would you be willing to try at all?”
she laughs at that, then gently shoves your shoulder. “i can try… especially if you keep looking at me like that.”
you blink at her. “like… what?”
she freezes for a second, eyes flicking away, and you notice the pink creeping up her neck and across her cheeks. she doesn’t realize she’s blushing, and it’s so obvious.
“nothing,” she mutters quickly, trying to cover it up with a scoff, but it’s not convincing at all.
you can’t help the grin tugging at your lips. “oh, sure,” you say, teasing.
she huffs, looking anywhere but at you. “shut up,” she mutters.
then, from somewhere behind the couch, you hear a barely audible… smooching noise? followed by a muffled snicker.
“what the—” you start, turning your head, and sure enough, daniela is crouched in the hallway, trying not to laugh, peeking around the corner like a little kid. behind her, you catch movement from lara, megan, yoonchae, and sophia, all leaning in, giggling, clearly having witnessed the entire conversation.
manon’s eyes widen, then she rolls them, groaning. “you guys!” she mutters.
you throw your head back back. “oh my god—”
lara leans in from behind the hallway, grinning. “finally! we thought you’d never get here!”
“we saw everything,” megan adds, laughing.
“everything,” sophia confirms, nudging yoonchae.
daniela peeks her head from the corner again. “this was worth the hiding.”
manon pinches the bridge of her nose, exasperated, but there’s a small smile tugging at her lips. “i can’t believe you all.”
“oh, you’re blushing,” lara teases, grinning.
“shut up,” she says again, but it’s playful, and you can see it on her.
“okay,” you say, standing and pointing at them, “seriously, get out. we’re not performing for you!”
“nope,” daniela says flatly, still grinning. “we’re here for commentary.”
“finally god,” megan adds.
“guys,” manon mutters again, sounding defeated but amused, “please.”
lara crosses her arms and rolls her eyes. “this time… seriously, just be done with the drama and go be together.”
you groan, looking at manon, who’s trying not to smile, and both of you finally sink back onto the couch, shaking your heads at the lot of them.
Results: Subject and counterpart reached consensus on engagement protocol.
Status: RESOLVED.
guys writers block hit me like a mfing semi truck this holiday szn so apologies for the mini drought 💔 this was the only decent thing i was able to write, hope u likeyy
as new years is about to roll around in my timezone i wanted to write a teeny tiny message (who r we kidding ts about to be long). thank u guys for 2k on this account firstly, hitting it this morning was lowkey crazy because fym im starting the new year with 2k of u?????
it’s crazy to me that you guys read my silly little fics??? and that at the start of this year i had 0 followers (ts the craziest part).
while it’s been a bit of a crazy week on katsblr, im grateful for so so many of you. i made so many friends this year on this app (honorary mention to ship it). i love each and everyone of my moots + can’t wait for 2026 !! LOVE U GUYS WE IN THE BIG 26, thank u to all of u who made tumblr so fun this year
ok im leaving b4 this gets too cheesy love u guys 🥹🥹
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