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when i go on hiatus and avoid to see much about katseye because it gives me anxiety but then yoonchae goes BLONDE and looks SO GOOD
late night talking — a megan skiendiel smau
when one text leads to many, and a broken heart heals.
after your horrible breakup, your childhood friend sets you up with a girl from her dance team. as you guys text, you start liking her more than you thought.
contains - strangers to friends to lovers, awkward meg x outgoing, bitchy reader, swearing, kms jokes, kissing, nothing too cray cray
megan skiendiel x fem reader
a/n - so excited to be back!! and with a smau!! i’ll update as we goooo :)) this is gonna be quite simple, but im hoping to make a little bit of angst but overall (maybe) happy endings.
updates are small chapters everyday, written ones will take two
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profiles - dance team, THE trio
chapters -
1. too late
2. just talk to her
3. double shit
like do yall fucking SEE this fine ass sexy ass man?????
being an eyekons is tuff these days 💔
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pairing . katseye yoonchae x fem!reader ( men dni ! ) genre . flufffff :3 cw . none
sk8er girl . . . .ᐟ ☆
megan skiendiel.
❝ YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE THAT NEEDS TO KNOW
I'LL KEEP YOU MY DIRTY LITTLE SECRET ❞
skater!megan skiendiel x popular!fem!reader
you weren’t supposed to fall for the one nobody noticed— especially not when everyone had their eyes on you. you’ve always had a place. whether it was organizing student events, conversations, rooms that were full— always at the centre of things. megan’s place has always been the skatepark, just her and her board, a place where she can disappear into the sound of wheels against ramps. running into her was never apart of the plan, but when you do, a small accident blends into routine. 2:28am. that’s when secrets are spilled and feelings are shared. loving her is the easiest thing you’ve ever had to do. being seen with her is the totally opposite. and unfortunately, secrets have a way of hurting the ones who deserve nothing but the truth, the most.
☠︎︎ romance ☠︎︎ some angst ☠︎︎ derogatory language ☠︎︎ secret almost relationship?? ☠︎︎ megan's liked r for a while ☠︎︎ university au ☠︎︎ not proofread | mdni
A/N || i don't know how to feel but i had sm fun writing this, around 5k words. probs best in dark mode. kisses, brooklynn.
great.
you had only gotten two steps away from the door before your drink decided it looked better on your outfit than it did in your hand.
frustrated groans left your lips as you used a small napkin to wipe off the liquid, only making it worse.
you were so focused on trying to rub everything off that you hadn’t realized you'd walked off somewhere else entirely.
the rolling of wheels against concrete filled the air along with others chatting and laughing about their day.
you looked up to see a skatepark— the one that everyone seemed to loiter at.
it was busy from day to night, but you'd never found yourself interested.
your eyes wandered over the crowded place, a soft smile spreading onto your face when you paid attention to the little things— like the small high fives, the encouraging pats on the back, the friendly smiles— it was refreshing.
that was until something almost hit you, wheels and a girl who looked your age, almost slamming into you at full force.
megan skidded to a stop, tripping off her board but landing on the grass nearby.
she got up quickly, brushing herself off and grabbing the board that was about to roll away.
“i’m so sorry, are you okay— oh my god.”
you held in your laugh, “you didn’t hit me, it’s alright.. are you okay? you kind of landed roughly.”
megan nodded frantically, “me? oh, that was nothing. i usually fall in positions that are way worse, but you get used to it you know?”
“i don’t know but i’m glad you feel okay.”
megan wasn’t sure what to say— the thing is, she was completely and utterly invisible.
she learned to disguise herself among crowds, she practically lived at the back of lectures, she didn’t speak to anyone besides her small group of friends who were equally as invisible.
and you, well.. you were you
always noticed, you existed loudly and without shame.
you were involved in loads of events, loved to sit at the front, made friends like it was the easiest thing in the world and the best part?
you weren't a bitch.
megan now had this newfound confidence, licking her lips and fixing her beanie.
“so you uh.. go here?”
you stand in front of her without saying a word, her eyes scanning over the school merch you were sporting— your shirt, the keychain on your bag— who was she kidding, she knew exactly who you were
“i’d hope so,” you giggled at her expression, “don’t worry, i wasn’t expecting you to know all of the thousands of students who attend.”
megan let out a shaky breath, “no, yea, i mean— duh. you skate or anything?”
you were quick to shake your head, “oh no, not me. i was just wandering around, i was heading to the main floor bathrooms because well,” you gestured to the stained clothes you wore
megan suppressed her laughter, “thought you were more familiar with bad hair days..”
“ah, no.. bad coffee days is where i stand— unfortunately.”
her eyes lit up, this was the most she’d ever talked to you— in person.
“uhm you should come by, like sometime, and stuff..”
“i should, it was nice meeting you..?”
“.. megan, it’s megan. i’m megan.”
“megan. i’m—”
“i know.”
you smiled and checked the time on your phone.
12:30pm. you were going to be late.
“i’ll see you around, and your jean chain is cute.”
megan watched as you stepped away, her face flushed as she looked down at the silver link wrapped around her belt loop.
you liked it.
joey practically jumped on top of megan, rubbing the top of her head with his knuckles, “was that so hard?!”
ivy let out a soft sound— some teasing laughter
“megan’s growing up, it’s baby’s first girl crush.”
megan shrugged joey off her, “ugh! get off!”
she pushed back, “and that's not true!”
ivy raised a brow, “no? ‘so uh.. do you like uh go here?’” she mimicked, earning an eyeroll
“i did not say it like that. and i panicked, okay??”
joey shrugged, “yea whatever, you coming after class?”
megan shook her head, mind already decided. “i don’t feel like it tonight, but make sure to say hi to mr burns for me, oh and buy him a shot— he needs it,”
you turned the door handle, metal cold in your hands.
“— and that’s exactly why she shouldn’t be the in charge! i’ve been talking about..” cecilia trailed off with a taunting smirk, “wow, thanks for finally gracing us with your presence.”
you rushed to the front of the table, “i’m sorry, i lost track of time.”
“that’s what you always say..”
you look over the papers scattered around, “this is really good jane, i really like what you did with the colours and—”
cecilia cut you off, “i actually think they clash. we need juicy couture not hot mess.”
jane looked down, muttering an incoherent apology
you swallowed hard, “cecilia i appreciate your input but i asked for exactly this.”
next week's event was stressing everyone out.
“i’m sorry, i don't remember you asking for toddler scribbles.”
“exactly and that’s why i didn’t get that. jane ended up being really creative—”
“you mean lazy, she just pushed colours over the page like it meant nothing to her. and it probably doesn't, i don’t know how someone so.. so her is even apart of this—”
a popping sound stopped the argument.
leila chewed on the gum, unamused. “lazy this, hot mess that.. cecilia i think you're just a bitch. what you meant to say is that it’s so good you're upset you didn’t come up with it yourself. and that’s totally fine babe, just take your shit outside. to be quite frank, nobody wants to deal with your bull on a monday afternoon.”
you hold in your laughter as leila winks.
leila wyndham was your best friend— through awkward high school phases, really bad advice that somehow worked, and countless of moments where you both couldn’t breathe because you were dying of laughter— yea, you'd been through it all.
cecilia scoffed, “oh shut up!” she stormed out, heels clicking as the door shut.
“well, way to start off this project.”
leila leaned forward, “who cares about her, she's a stuck up whore who always has her panties in a twist. and i think jane did wonderfully— you,” she turned to face jane, “did amazing.”
jane felt her face heating up, “thanks..”
you nudge leila playfully, the poor girl already knew what was coming for her. “so.. wanna let me in on whatever that was?”
leila grimaced at your lack of subtlety, “i’d rather not.”
“oh come on! that was totally not just because you wanted cecilia to stop talking.”
leila raised her brow, she couldn’t believe you'd actually said that
“okay maybe it was partially because of that but i can see right through you! we’ve been friends since fifth grade, leila. i know when you—”
her hand smacked over your mouth when she saw cecilia in her peripheral.
you wrapped your fingers around her arm, “okay, okay! my lips are sealed.”
“what're you two talking about?” she asked, hair flipping over a shoulder.
“uhm, idealism.”
she blinked twice, “what?”
“nothing,” leila’s eyes spotted megan, the girl gesturing her head as she looked at you three— more to you, though.
leila tapped your shoulder with amusement, “you know skiendiel?”
you furrowed your brows, “who?”
“megan. megan skiendiel. she skates, her style is crazy cool. she's honestly super hot but she lays so low that nobody’s really aware of her? i don't know, she's chill.”
you glanced over, spotting the same girl you'd run into prior
“oh—”
cecilia almost laughed, “she's fucking weird. plus raegan totally hates her.”
you looked away, “no i don’t.. i don’t know her”
leila shrugged, “did you end up getting that new cd?”
-
your mind drifted back to megan’s words, and honestly, they seemed really interesting right now.
you needed to take your mind off of everything, it was getting to be a lot.
cecilia mainly caused half your stress.
this event was important, and you could barely handle the arrangements without freaking out or having to calm cecilia over something stupidly unimportant.
you wanted to pull your hair out.
your feet dragged you to the skatepark, and as expected, megan was skating alone, board thudding along the small obstacles.
it was pretty late at night, the sky turning dark and the sun nowhere to be seen.
“do you ever go to sleep?”
megan lost her footing at your voice, tripping over the front of the board and almost scraping her knee.
your eyes widened, “megan?”
the girl stood up, “i’m good! i didn’t expect you to show up.”
“i figured i could stop by..”
megan’s face lit up as she jogged over to you, “wanna sit?”
you two sat on a bench nearby, talking about your interests and hobbies— the girl making you laugh more than you thought she’d be able to
“but that's a shade!”
“is not!”
“is too!”
you doubled over as you saw her sad expression, it was taking you out
“alright, alright! it’s a colour.”
her lips curved upward, “you ever touched a board?”
your eyes wandered to her skateboard, the top just a nice black but the bottom decorated with an extravagant design— black, neon green, and a bright pink— it looked cool but you'd never even considered trying out something like that
“what? me? no.”
“you should try.”
“are you insane? i’d break my head.”
megan dismissed you, “i’m right here, i won’t let you fall.”
what was the worst that could happen?
“okay, teach me.”
you stood up with her, watching as she moved the board in front of you
“step on,” she offered her hands, you took them as you moved one foot onto the board, hands wobbling before you did the same to the other foot.
you couldn't find the right balance, hands gripping deathly tight onto megan’s as she just smiled.
“now just—”
the board moved left and you quickly wrapped your arms around megan’s neck, “oh my god, this is going to kill me.”
megan moved her foot under the board, “i’m right here, let’s try again, i’ll hold it in place”
she wished joey and ivy were here to see her now— she was acting entirely cool, ivy would be proud.
you let go and grip onto her hands instead, “do i just let it move?”
megan offered a gentle nod, “exactly. you just move your foot off every so often to continue moving but once you get the hang of balancing you can do a lot.”
“okay balancing..” you took a deep breath, “i can balance. but don’t you dare let go.”
she was smiling with her eyes, “i wasn’t planning on it.”
you move your feet slightly apart, feeling the board, hands slowly letting go of megan’s.
“there you go. now take one foot off, push forward and place it right back on.”
she removed her foot from under the wheels, and though you didn’t go far, at least you hadn’t fallen.
you hopped off the rolling board, picking it up with your hands. “did you see?”
“of course i did.”
-
leila waved you over— the table cluttered with the event plans and cecilia complaining about something completely unrelated while jane rests her chin in her palm.
“that’s..”
“that’s what cecilia?”
you sat down, eyes trying to catch up with what was already discussed.
“raegan’s going to hate it.”
“well raegan isn't here, is she?” you start to playfully look around, “no, don’t see her.”
the girl was losing her patience, but so were you.
leila slid the papers away from her, “i think we’re done here. let’s start making the flyers and setting up the pay method for tickets.”
she slid up next to you, “do you want to pair up for that?”
your grin made her catch on fast, too fast.
she shook her head, “don’t you dare. don’t do it.” she whisper-yelled, being completely cut off when you spoke up
“i’ve been really busy with.. stuff, but i think you and jane should pair up for it,” you looked at the girl who sat there silently, “up for it?”
“yes, of course.”
leila wanted to crawl into a hole, and never come back out— ever.
'i’m so getting you back,' she mouthed, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
megan picked at her black nail polish, eyes trying to avoid you at the round table, shaking her head as ivy laughed in her ear.
“sorry, so what you're trying to say is that she actually got on your skateboard? like you got her to—”
“yes! we get it.”
joey and ivy trade looks, megan sitting in the middle
“so what are you waiting for?”
megan’s eyes widened, “are you out of your mind? she doesn’t even like me like that, if anything she was probably being nice.. just passing by and.. that’s all.”
ivy looked unconvinced, “passing by and shouting out and just waiting for you to walk over.. coincidence? i think not.”
megan’s fingers gripped around her sleeves, eyes focused on her untied laces.
“it’s never gonna happen. make fun all you want, she's not into me.”
leila groaned while she walked through the building, “why would you do that?!”
your laughter caught megan’s eye, “i think a ‘thank you’ is what you meant to say. leila she's a sweetheart but she's so shy. don't you see the way she gets all red? she likes you, just ask her out.”
leila tilted her head in an ‘are you serious?’ kind of way, and you couldn't stop yourself from laughing again.
“suit yourself.”
leila paused her step, tapping you urgently. “oh my god, wait come with me.”
you followed, albeit confused, watching leila hug the girl like they hadn’t seen each other in years.
“ivy?!”
“of course you go here.”
leila shoved at her shoulder, “so you haven't changed one bit.”
as the two caught up, your eyes fleeted to megan's, “hey.”
“hey."
-
you decided to pass by the skatepark again, it was late but maybe she’d be there.
and of course you were right, except she was sitting on the ledge of the ramp instead, wired headphones in her ears, head softly nodding along to whatever was playing.
you quickly got beside her, taking one out and putting it into your own ear.
don't you forget about me, don't, don't, don't, don't
as you walk on by, will you call my name?
megan tensed when she realized it was you, her heart speeding up.
“this reminds me of pitch perfect,”
“what?”
“you know that movie about those girls who do a cappella—”
“no i know.. but..” she stopped herself from smiling, “did you watch that whole movie?”
“it’s been a while..”
megan let out a small laugh, “you don't remember where she got the idea? jesse played the breakfast club for her..”
“oh yea.. to be fair i hated that movie.”
megan almost did a double take, “what?!”
she looked at you as if you'd committed the worst crime known to man.
“have you ever watched sixteen candles?”
a shake of your head and megan was losing it, "i need to introduce you to a lot.."
the shared laughter between you both was intimate, especially because it was 2:28am and neither of you wanted to go home.
-
with leila and jane working together you were left with cecilia.
there once was a time where she was bearable— but ever since raegan’s got into her head she's become a complete bitch, unfortunately.
“what about cups?”
“already ordered them.”
“and it’s been approved?”
you sighed, “for a while now, you already know this.”
raegan caught up with you both, “guess who’s invited to the creek, bitches?”
“us?”
raegan let out a soft sound, “not us, just me.”
you let them talk over each other, a flash of ginger hair catching your attention.
megan waved and raegan caught it fast.
she glowered at her, megan doing the same, leaving you and cecilia confused.
“let me tell you something about megan.”
you looked at the blonde, bracing for her bullshit.
“she's a total freak, all she cares about is her future and the people in her life and the environment.”
what?
“oh wow, sounds awful.” your voice laced with sarcasm as raegan nodded, “i know, right?”
cecilia pitched in, “even her friends are weird.”
your shoulders lifted in a shrug, “you've never considered talking to someone more quiet?”
they both look at you as if you'd said something vile.
“never mind.”
“don’t tell me you were thinking about talking to her?”
“i wasn’t.”
“good, keep it that way.”
-
hey it’s megan, want to have that movie night?
you weren't sure how she got your number but between leila knowing ivy and ivy being close to megan, it wasn’t hard to figure it out.
sure, what’s the address?
you parked on the side, turning off your car with excitement in your chest, you hadn’t felt so drawn to anyone like this.
your hands slid over the leather seat, reaching for your bag and keys before exiting the car, door slamming behind you.
you stood on the porch, fingers tightening around the strap of your bag, the door opening less than fifteen seconds later.
megan pulled you inside, “did you really mean it when you said you hadn’t watched any of those?”
“i know you really wanna hear a no right now and i would’ve loved to have been kidding around but i've never watched any of those”
she pushed her bedroom door open, black walls adorned with posters and cds.
you sat on her bed, the soft sheets a sharp contrast to the hard walls.
megan pulled out the stack of dvds she had under her bed, “you might be in for a long night”
“luckily, i have all that time and more”
megan slipped a disc in, the dvd payer whirring as it read it, the girl getting on the bed with a remote in her hand.
“i’m making you watch this first, because i think you might’ve misjudged it”
the screen displayed the title, the breakfast club, and you leaned back, “guess i’m in for it now”
the ending scene appeared, the same song drifting out into the background, but you weren’t focused on the screen— and to your surprise, megan wasn’t either.
her gaze was on you, the both of you sitting closer than you were before. “it’s the best thing ever, right?”
“it wasn’t that bad.. i still think it’s—”
megan’s finger rested on your lips, “for my sake, you shouldn’t finish that sentence”
her attention flicked to your lips, quickly averting.
your hand moved megan’s finger, “but i liked watching it with you, if that counts for anything”
megan leaned in closer, testing the waters, “are you trying to tell me that you enjoy my company?”
you leaned in, “and if i was?”
“i think you’d be playing a risky game,”
you bit onto your lip, “being bad feels pretty good, huh?”
megan’s breath hitched, “guess you liked the movie after all, you’re already familiar with the quotes”
you laughed before pressing your lips against hers, the kiss moving delicately, her hand resting on the side of your face.
your head turned to face megan’s, lips swollen but neither of you regretting what just happened.
“cecilia is just.. a handful, there’s no good way around it, she’s insane.”
megan chuckled under her breath, “so i’ve heard.”
“she’s against everything that doesn’t interest her. she makes judgements too quickly, and honestly? it’s draining being around someone who’s so pessimistic.”
megan played with her rings, adjusting each one.
“but because of that.. we should probably lay low, stay secret”
and though megan’s heart dropped when those words left your lips, what else was she supposed to do?
what business did she have being with you? none at all.
you were both on completely opposite ends, you’ve established an image for yourself— an incredible one, whereas she remained nonexistent.
and maybe part of her wanted you to realize that one person not agreeing with something didn’t mean you two necessarily had to hide, but who was she to disregard your feelings.
it’s not like cecilia would understand.
“no, yea, totally. i mean— i didn’t expect differently”
a part of you wished you didn’t care about what cecilia said, but in all honesty, her words could hurt if she really wanted them to, and working the rest of the event would be awkward beyond belief.
“anyway, what movie next?”
-
leila clicked the button for the fifth floor, not noticing the heavy tension filling the elevator.
megan stood at the back, head down but ears open.
“so you and jane?”
“are totally not getting anywhere. it’s like i forget how to speak. it’s so bad.. you should be happy that you’re not into anyone, it’s like a nightmare”
your eyes flickered over to megan’s, the girl trying to hide her smirk but doing a terrible job at it.
you had an idea about what it was like.
leila continued her rant— something about their hands brushing, but barely, you weren’t entirely sure.
you were more focused on the girl who stayed in the corner— your dirty little secret.
the events of last night were the only things replaying in your mind, you couldn’t get it to stop and you couldn’t wait to get her alone again.
floor five.
you stepped out behind leila, head turning to quickly smile at megan.
-
now it was almost like routine, 2:28 am with megan at the skatepark, sharing things nobody’s ever known
you glanced at her black converse shoes, “what’s up with the stars?”
megan looked at her shoes, faintly drawn stars decorated the bottom
“before i drew anywhere else, i wanted to make sure the first thing i put on meant something more to me than just permenant marker, and so i thought, while i can’t actually walk on the stars, i can do it this way instead. so now i’m always walking on stars.”
your heart warmed at the thought, it was something so simple and it stood for so much more.
“if i brought a marker i’d let you draw something”
you reached into your bag, a red marker in hand.
“i carry one just in case i need to sign something, can i?”
megan extends her shoe towards you, your hand uncapping the marker and drawing one simple heart near the heel.
“there.”
a heart.
megan almost fell off the edge, you both hadn’t labelled anything but was she wrong to believe it was more than a mutual crush..
-
leila was waiting by the front, “ready?”
you nod once and leila raised a brow, “care to explain where you’ve been sneaking off to? it’s like two in the morning.”
fuck.
you thought you had been quiet, you didn’t think she’d catch on.
“just exploring campus.”
“at two in the morning?”
“yea..”
leila found it amusing, “you know who else is out ‘exploring campus’ at two in the morning?”
yes.
“no.”
“megan skiendiel. it’s kinda what she’s known for,”
you didn’t respond, so leila did instead.
“i think you guys would look hot together. you should go for it you know.. eyes don’t lie”
“and i think you should get with jane, but you haven’t made that move yet.”
leila playfully glared, “i’m trying!”
joey kicked megan’s board up, “hey you, what’s going on?”
megan groaned, “nothing”
“the way you look at her isn’t nothing, what happened to the whole 'that’s never gonna happen?' attitude?”
megan kicked his leg, watching as he hissed, “you didn’t have to do that!”
she picked her board up and held it under her arm. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
ivy cut in, “what he’s trying to say is we think she feels the same. you should just come clean, tell her how you feel and you know, she might just confess too.”
megan kept her eyes on the concrete, “yea, i’ll pass.”
ivy didn’t push, “want to race?”
megan dropped the board, “is that even a question?”
-
raegan glared at megan, her eyes not playing any games.
“are you okay?”
raegan quickly averted her gaze, “why wouldn’t i be?”
“you seem to be looking pretty intensely”
she shot you a look, “so what? are you jealous? megan isn’t all that you know, she’s no one at all.”
you rolled your eyes, you didn’t care about her opinion, you actually didn’t care about what she had to say at all.
“whatever you say, rae”
her arms folded over her chest, her conversation with cecilia fading into background noise.
you didn’t understand the big deal, megan was far from bad.
she was actually fun to talk to.
leila tapped your shoulder, “me and jane are gonna go grab ice cream, come with?”
and as much as you wanted to escape from whatever hell this was, you couldn’t ruin her chance.
“i’m actually uhh.. lactose intolerant, but you two enjoy!”
leila’s eyes widened, “since when?”
“since..” you checked the time on your phone “since 4:37pm”
‘i’m going to kill you, i swear to god’ she mouthed, and you just waved
‘get her number!’
she turned around to avoid anymore teasing.
-
you looked through megan’s collection, which was just two black polishes and a top coat.
“that’s all?”
she scratched the back of her head, “well.. yea?”
you grabbed one and shook the bottle, “wow.. you’re really obsessed with a shade”
“it’s a colour! haven’t we been over this”
you only smirk, “mm don’t know”
your hand twisted the top off, the fumes hitting you both instantly
megan rested her hand on your leg, skin touching skin, the brush running over her nail
fresh black polish coated her fingers, your own nails swiping the sides to clean it up.
she looked at you— at the way you focused on getting the polish exactly on her nails, the furrow of your brows, the way you kept still.
she wasn’t so sure she wanted to stay a secret.
later on she led you to her small black car, both of of you sitting in the backseat.
“you did a really nice job, i like it. a lot.”
the smile that spreads on your face doesn’t go unnoticed.
“thanks.”
you two were closer now, the soft hum of the running car being the only sound filling the air.
megan’s eyes fleeted over your lips, “may i?”
“yes,”
she kissed you softly, lips taking their time, your hands finding her shirt with a quick pull
her hands slipped underneath you, switching positions, letting you straddle her.
“megan!”
you let out a small laugh and let her kiss down your neck, “oh my god,” you bit onto your lip, “wait, that tickles,”
-
the event plans had to be submitted, and cecilia wasn’t having it.
“whatever, i don’t care.”
you and leila exchanged a look, but stayed silent instead.
megan waved at you as she walked past, and unfortunately, cecilia had caught it
“what was that?”
“someone saying hi?”
cecilia scoffed, “don’t be smart. megan doesn’t casually wave to others. are you two messing around?”
you didn’t think before the words left your mouth, you didn’t even consider checking to see if megan was still around.
“i would never date someone like her, ever”
cecilia let out a small laugh, “thought so.”
leila nudged you, her elbow cutting into your side in a more serious way. “knock it off.”
megan heard it all.
you were supposed to have lunch with her, you’d completely stood her up.
you tied your hair up, jogging on the track as megan sidled up next to you— this time deciding that running was worth it
“why are you avoiding me?”
you didn’t look at her, “i’m not. i’m just keeping my distance.”
“so avoiding me.”
“megan.. i think i made a mistake with all of this.”
the girl was smirking hard, you could sense it just by her tone of voice. “yea? enlighten me.”
you let out a deep breath, “we’re risking too much. if they find out.. it'll be a mess.”
“didn’t know you were one to not stand up for yourself.”
you kissed your teeth— fair. but you also didn’t want to deal with anyone like cecilia either.
“can we stop running for a minute, please.”
megan slowed, watching as you caught your breath. “i agreed to it because i thought you’d get over it in a week. my feelings for you aren't going anywhere but i don’t think i can deal with being kept hidden. it’s like.. shame.” she whispered.
you gave her a serious look, “i’m not.. this isn’t about that, megan, and you know it. don’t do that. can't you just let me figure it out?”
“and wait how long? who cares about what cecilia will think, besides i’ve never known you to be like her.”
“i’m not like her!”
“well you might as well be!”
you paused, breath caught in your throat.
“if this is because of what i said, i’m sorry. you didn’t deserve that.”
“was it that hard?”
“i guess not. what’s it matter? it’s not like we’re dating.”
“yea, that’s kinda hard to do when you just acknowledge me when we're alone”
your eyes moved over her face, you knew she was hurt but she refused to let it show.
“this isn’t working”
“so now you tell me? after everything? way to waste my time.”
and with that she turned around, not looking back.
-
you hated the feeling coiling in your chest, something about not meeting up with megan made you feel awful.
no more smiles, nods, waves. just silence and distance— and you hated every second.
so when you walked into your lecture and spotted cecilia waving you to come over, you walked to the back instead, right where megan was sitting.
“i know this doesn’t make up for anything but you’re right, and i’m not going to sacrifice my happiness to please someone i don’t even care about. she can say whatever she wants to say.”
megan’s head lifted up, a smile peeking through, “no more secrets?”
“not on my end, i’m done with secrecy. for good.”
megan couldn’t have been happier, that’s all she wanted to hear.
leila was giving you a knowing smile, she’d known all along,
we kissed. your turn
little did she know you were two steps ahead.
skater megan i love you
guys something very bisexual just happened to me…
i highly agree
happy new year!
❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ YOUR IG STORY AS MEGAN!GF
pairing . katseye megan x fem!reader ( mens dni ! ) genre . flufffff :3 cw . none
one way street to ur heart — m. skiendiel
DIRECTIONS! | ♡ you work a part time job at a cafe, and the same girl comes in every day and orders the same thing , she's kinda cute too | ⤷ ゛fluff, suggestive jokes, cheesy asf, half smau half written ˎˊ˗
the bell above the door chimes at 1:12 pm, and you don't even need to look up to know who it is.
megan comes in four times a week, always in the afternoon lull when the lunch rush has died and the place is quiet except for the hiss of the espresso machine and whatever playlist is rotating through the speakers. always the same table, the corner booth by the window, the table that has a wobbly leg that you keep forgetting to fix. always the same order: medium oat milk iced latte, extra shot, no foam.
you've worked at the cafe as a side job for almost two years now, long enough to know every regular by name, drink preference, and life story. there's derek who comes in at 6 am sharp and talks your ear off about his dating app disasters. there's lucinda, a mom of three, who orders a cappuccino and stays for two hours doing crossword puzzles while she waits to pick up her children from school. there's the college kids who camp out during finals week, surviving on espresso and increasingly desperate energy.
and then there's megan. the girl who you know exactly one whole conversation with.
she's standing at the counter now, eyes fixed somewhere around your collarbone, never quite making it to your face. her hair is pulled back in a low bun, a few pieces escaping around her face. she's wearing a simple tank top, and jeans. there's a bag slung on her shoulder, stuffed with what looks like a laptop and a notebook that's seen better days.
"hey," you say, smile automatic and warm.
“hey, how are you?”
“great, the usual?"
“yeah, please” and nods, tapping her card against the machine before tipping and giving you a quick smile before heading to her usual spot.
“one iced oat milk latte, extra shot, no foam,“ you call out to lucas, also your best friend, who was working the bar today.
"the usual for your lover?” lucas teases, already reaching for the oat milk.
you glare at him. "she has a name dipshit.”
“y’all haven’t even had one conversation yet,”
“yes we have”
“oh sorry, that little script you have going on every day is definitely a conversation” you smack his arm and go back to taking orders at the front.
you watch her from the corner of your eyes, as you take the orders. she's already got her laptop open, fingers sprinting across the keyboard. there's something almost peaceful about how focused she is. she's got her airpods in and she's biting her bottom lip as she does when she's concentrating.
not that you're paying attention or anything.
“iced oat milk latte!" lucas calls.
you grab it from his hands, earning a hey in response from him, scrawl “megan ♡” on the side, and bring it to her table.
"here!”
she looks up, startled, like she forgot she ordered a drink.
"thanks,” she whispers.
and then she's back to her screen, and you're dismissed. you head back behind the counter, where lucas is giving you a look.
"what?"
"nothing," lucas says, grinning. "just that you hand-delivered that when you could've called her up to get it."
"it's called customer service."
"uh-huh."
the afternoon passes slowly. a few people trickle in and out. you make drinks, wipe down tables, restock the pastry case. megan stays in her booth, occasionally sipping her latte, utterly focused on whatever she's working on.
at 5:15, she packs up. laptop in the bag, earbuds wrapped carefully and tucked away, cardigan pulled tighter around herself. she throws away her empty cup, pushes in her chair, and heads for the door.
she waves a quick goodbye and slips out as quietly, the bell chiming softly in her wake. you go to clear her table, and seconds upon clearing you find a napkin, folded once, with neat handwriting in blue ink: the playlist today was perfect. thank you.
you stand there, napkin in hand, staring at it like it's some kind of artifact. she left you a note.
lucas peers over your shoulder. “ooooh do you have an admirer?”
“shut up lucas.”
"huh." lucas grins staring at the napskin. "guess she can make another conversation“
you fold the napkin carefully and tuck it in your apron pocket, something warm blooming in your chest, but you try not to think much of it.
the next day, the bell chimes at 1:48 pm, later than usual, and you look up from wiping down the espresso machine to see megan walking in, but she's not alone.
she’s accompanied with two girls, both talking to her, laughing about some random gossip. one of them had long curly hair, and the other had dark hair with blonde strips, and wore an oversized hoodie.
megan's in the middle, laughing at something the curly haired girl just said, her whole face lit up in a way you've never seen before. she's wearing a tee that says “i put the gay in dyslexic” and jeans, her hair is down today pink strips following the curve of her face and falling in waves past her shoulders.
they're heading toward the counter, still mid-conversation, and you catch fragments of it.
"—and then he said, 'i thought you were joking about the whole thing,’” the curly haired girl says, hands gesturing wildly.
"dani, you need to dump him," the dark haired girl deadpans.
"lara, you say that about everyone i date."
"because you have terrible taste."
megan laughs. "she's not wrong."
they reach the counter and megan looks up, catching your eye for the first time in six months of her coming here. actually catching your eye. and she smiles, not the quick, polite one she usually gives you, but something wider, more genuine.
"hey," she says, and there's a warmth to it that wasn't there before.
"hey! how are you?" you say, trying to keep your voice steady and normal and not at all affected by the fact that she's actually looking at you. you’re already cringing at yourself for the way that came out, but you can’t back out now.
"good! um—" she glances at her friends. "this is lara and daniela. guys, this is..." she pauses, and you realize with a jolt that she doesn't know your name. you've been serving her for six months and you've never introduced yourself.
"y/n," you supply, still smiling.
"y/n," megan repeats, like she's testing it out. "yeah. y/n makes the best coffee."
"high praise," lara says, stepping forward. "i'll be the judge of that. can i get a large iced americano, extra ice?"
"of course."
"oat milk latte for me," daniela chimes in. "medium, iced, with caramel drizzle. and one of those cookies please,“ she points at the case. "the chocolate chip one. actually, two. one for now, one for later."
"got it." you ring them up, and megan's already pulling out her card.
"i got it," she says to her friends, waving off their protests.
"meg, you don't have to—"
"i invited you guys, i'm paying."
"at least let me get the cookies—"
"dani, i'm literally paying right now, it's done."
she taps her card and adds the tip, more generous than usual, you notice, and then glances back at you. "oh, and the usual for me, please." she begins, “medium oat milk—“
“—iced latte, extra shot, no foam?" but you cut her off “don’t worry i remember, go sit,”
her eyes widen slightly, surprised that you remembered, and then that smile again. "yeah. perfect. great, uh—thanks!“ she replies a little more flustered than earlier.
they head to the corner booth, megan's table, and the energy shifts immediately. where megan is usually quiet and focused, now she's animated, leaning forward as daniela launches into another story, laughing so hard she has to cover her mouth. lara's scrolling through her phone but looks up every few seconds to add commentary that makes the other two crack up.
"damn, she really is different with her friends," lucas mutters beside you as he starts making the drinks.
"told you she wasn't unfriendly."
"just not friendly with you, specifically."
you elbow him. "just make the drinks."
“maybe i should tell her that i make the drinks and not you, you think she’ll fancy me instead”
“oh my god lucas, shut the fuck up and make the fucking drinks already”
lucas grins but gets to work, and a few minutes later you've got all three drinks lined up on the counter. you grab a sharpie, write the names on each cup, lara's and daniela's neat and simple, and then you pause at megan's.
the napkin from yesterday is still in your apron pocket. you took it out this morning, reread it, and tucked it back in like some kind of talisman.
before you can overthink it, you scrawl under her name: glad you liked the playlist. any requests?
your heart's beating faster than it should be as you carry the drinks over. they're in the middle of a heated debate about something, a tv show, maybe, and they barely notice you approaching until you start setting the cups down.
"one iced americano," you say, placing it in front of lara.
"one iced oat milk latte with caramel," you put daniela's down, along with the cookies in a small paper bag.
"and one medium oat milk iced latte," you set megan's down last, the writing facing her.
she reaches for it automatically, then stops, her eyes catching on the note. you watch her read it, watch the way her lips curve into a smile that she tries to hide by taking a sip.
"thanks," she says, looking up at you, and there's something different in her expression. something softer.
"no problem. let me know if you need anything else."
you head back to the counter, forcing yourself not to look back, but you can feel lucas's smug grin from three feet away.
"don't," you warn.
"i didn't say anything."
"you were thinking it."
"can't arrest me for thoughts."
the three of them stay for over an hour. you try not to watch, you really do, but it's hard not to notice the way megan keeps glancing at her cup, running her thumb over the words you wrote. it's hard not to notice the way she laughs, head thrown back, completely unselfconscious. it's hard not to notice when lara says something and points at you trying to be subtle but you know is not the case, and megan's face goes slightly pink as she shushes her friend.
at 3:30, they start packing up. laptops closed, phones pocketed, bags slung over shoulders. they're still talking as they head to the trash can, toss their empty cups, except megan, and make their way to the door.
megan lingers for a second, glances back at the table like she forgot something, then waves at you before following her friends out.
you wait exactly ninety seconds before heading over to clear the table.
there, folded neatly on top of a crumpled napkin, is a note in that same blue ink:
anything but dance monkey. also, thanks for remembering my order. -m
you press your lips together to keep from grinning like an idiot.
lucas appears at your shoulder. "is that from your admirer?”
"maybe."
"you're blushing."
"i'm not."
"you absolutely are."
you shove the note in your apron pocket with the first one and go back to work, but you can't stop smiling for the rest of your shift.
the next time megan comes in, it's three days later. solo again, but when she orders she says, "hey, y/n," and it feels like something's shifted.
you make her drink and write on the cup: how do you feel about r&b?
when you clear her table later, there's a napkin waiting: love it. esp frank ocean. -m
the day after that, you write: i like your taste in music ;)
she writes back: i could say the same about your playlists.
it becomes a routine. she comes in, you have the same brief conversation at the counter but your conversations happen further in the margins. on cups and napkins, in blue ink and black sharpie.
you write: what are you always working on?
she writes: fashion designing. it's boring. what's your favorite drink to make?
you write: probably your drink is my fav, but lucinda's is a close second
she writes: mine's easy? i thought i was high maintenance.
you write: you tip too well to be high maintenance.
she writes: noted. will start tipping less.
you write: u better not
she draws a smiley face.
two weeks pass like this. two weeks of small notes and smaller smiles, of megan staying a little longer each time, of you finding excuses to walk past her table. two weeks of lucas giving you increasingly obnoxious commentary, “just ask her out already," "this is painful to watch," "i'm gonna start charging you a matchmaking fee."
and then one friday, megan comes in at 1:30 pm. she's wearing an open hoodie over a white tank top, and khaki jeans, hair open. she looks good. she always looks good, but today there's something almost nervous about her, the way she keeps adjusting her bag strap, the way she doesn't quite meet your eyes at first.
"hey," you say.
"hey." she clears her throat. "the usual please"
"got it"
you make her drink while she waits at the counter instead of going to her table. she's scrolling through her phone, but you can tell she's not really reading anything.
"here," you say, handing it to her.
she takes it, fingers brushing yours for a second, and then she looks at the cup. you didn't write anything this time, feeling suddenly self-conscious, but she doesn't seem to notice. or maybe she does, because she glances up at you with something that might be disappointment.
"thanks," she says softly.
she heads to her table, sets up her laptop, puts in her airpods. everything normal. everything the same.
except when she leaves two hours later, there's a napkin on the table, folded in half.
you pick it up, and your breath catches.
written in that familiar blue ink:
in case you ever want to continue the conversation somewhere other than coffee cups. -m
and below it, a phone number.
you stand there, napkin in hand, reading it over and over like the numbers might rearrange themselves into something else, but they don't. it's her number.
lucas materializes beside you. "is that—"
"yeah."
"holy shit. you guys are finally gonna suck it up and talk to each other“
“man do you have to ruin every moment“
lucas just rolls his eyes, “are you gonna text her?"
you fold the napkin carefully, tuck it in your pocket with all the others you've been collecting. "yeah."
"when?"
"i don't know. tonight? why do you wanna know?“
"text her now."
"i'm working."
“you’re never working, text. her. now."
you pull out your phone, enter the number, and stare at the blank message screen.
what do you even say?
hey, it's y/n from the coffee shop feels too formal.
got your number! feels too eager.
you type and delete, type and delete, until finally you settle on:
hey it’s y/n, got some song reqs?
you hit send before you can overthink it.
three minutes later, while you're helping a customer, your phone buzzes in your pocket.
you wait until there's a lull, then check it.
hmm i can think of a few.
you grin at your phone like an idiot.
lucas peers over. "she texted back already?"
"yeah."
"and?"
"and... it’s none of you buisness, get back to work”
“yeah, as if you’re working” he mutters under his breath.
you get home around 6:30 pm, dropping your keys in the bowl by the door and kicking off your shoes. the apartment is warm, smells like garlic and something tomato-based, and you can hear manon singing along to something in the kitchen.
"i'm home!" you call out, already pulling out your phone.
"finally!" manon yells back. "i'm making pasta, you want some?"
"yeah, sure," you say, but you're not really listening because your phone is buzzing in your hand.
you're smiling at your phone when manon's voice cuts through your concentration.
"y/n! can you grab me the olive oil?"
"yeah, yeah," you say absently, walking toward the kitchen, eyes still glued to your screen.
"y/n," manon says, louder this time.
"what?" you look up briefly. manon is standing at the stove, wooden spoon in hand, giving you a look.
"the olive oil. that you were supposed to be getting."
you glance around, realize you're standing in the middle of the kitchen, nowhere near the pantry. "oh. right."
you shuffle over to the cabinet, phone still in hand, and stand there.
"y/n."
"hm?"
"the olive oil?"
you blink, look down. your hand is on the cabinet handle but you haven't opened it. "right. sorry."
you pull the door open, grab the olive oil, and walk it over to manon, or start to, anyway, but then your phone buzzes again and you stop mid-step to check it.
"okay, what the fuck is up with you" manon asks, and you look up to find her standing right in front of you, hands on her hips, the olive oil still in your hand between you.
"huh?"
"don't play stupid, spit it out?”
"it's nobody," you say, but you're smiling and you know manon can tell.
"uh-huh. nobody. sure." manon grabs the olive oil from your hand.
“why are you so interested”
"oh my god, it’s your little cafe girl crush” manon grins, turning back to the stove. "what's her name again?"
"megan."
"right, megan. did she finally realize you exist?"
"she always knew i existed."
"barely, you said she never talked to you."
"that's not, we talked—“
“right the little script u have”
“why are you and lucas the same person” you groan, “we just... didn't have full conversations."
"and now you are?"
"yeah."
"texting?"
"yeah."
manon looks over her shoulder, eyebrow raised. "and how's that going?"
"it's fiine," you say, trying to sound casual.
"you're blushing."
"i'm not."
"girl can you see yourself with your own eyes? didn't think so, you're blushing" manon deadpans, "now can you go get the plates without getting distracted by your girlfriend or do i need to do it?"
the next morning you're running late, and manon is yelling at you to hustle while you spend an extra fifteen minutes fixing your hair and your makeup because you stayed up too late talking to megan, and forgot to find an outfit the night before.
"can you walk faster?" manon calls over her shoulder, already several paces ahead of you on the main walkway. she's got her purse on her shoulder, as she walks towards the library.
"i'm walking at a normal pace," you argue, adjusting your bag. "you're just unnecessarily fast."
"we have ten minutes before sophia starts screaming at us for being late“
"that sounds like a you problem."
manon turns around, walking backwards now, and gives you a look. "you're the one who wanted to walk together."
"yeah, for emotional support. not a cardiovascular workout."
"emotional support for what? your little girlfriend isn't even—"
"she's not my girlfriend," you interrupt quickly, even though your phone buzzed twice in your pocket in the last five minutes and you know it's probably megan.
"uh-huh. sure." manon grins, turning back around. "what are you guys even talking about that has you smiling at your phone every five seconds?"
"stuff."
"stuff. wow. so descriptive."
"mostly just... i don't know. movies. music. she sent me a playlist this morning."
"she made you a playlist?" manon's eyebrows shoot up.
"it's just for the cafe, it’s not that deep.”
"it is that deep dude, playlist-making is like, a whole love language."
you're about to argue when you see them.
three girls walking in your direction on the same path, about thirty feet away. one with curly hair gesturing wildly as she talks. one with dark hair and blonde highlights laughing at something. and in the middle—
megan.
she's wearing a grey sweatshirt and jeans, her hair down and slightly messy like she just woke up. she's laughing at something the curly-haired girl is saying, her whole face lit up.
“for fucks sake,” you mutter under your breath.
"what?" manon follows your gaze, and then— "oh my god, is that megan?"
you blink. "wait, you know her?"
"uh, yeah? we've known each other since—" manon stops mid-sentence, her eyes going wide. "wait. WAIT. that's the megan? your cafe girl megan?"
"how do you know her?" you hiss, but it's too late because they're getting closer and megan's looking up from her conversation and her eyes meet yours.
megan's face shifts through about three different expressions in rapid succession: surprise, recognition, and then something softer that makes your stomach flip.
"y/n?" she says, and her voice sounds different in person, a little lower than you expected, and god, this is the first time you're actually having a real conversation with her outside of the cafe. manon is hugging the other two girls while you stand there oblivious to everything around you.
"hey," you manage, trying to sound normal and casual and not at all like you've been texting her nonstop for the past eighteen hours. "didn't know you had class around here."
"i don't right now, we're just—" megan gestures vaguely in the direction they were walking. "getting food. probably."
“please can we go to shake shack,” the curly-haired girl chimes in. then she looks at you, then at megan, "oh, hey y/n“
"dani," megan says, a warning in her voice.
"what? i'm just saying hi." daniela's still grinning. "megan's told us about you."
"oh my god," megan mutters, her cheeks turning red.
lara speaks up, "wait, this is the y/n you’ve not shut up about?” she looks you up and down, appraising. “okay, i see it,“
"what does that mean?" you and megan say at the same time, which makes daniela crack up.
"okay but wait," manon interrupts, stepping forward. "meg, you know y/n?"
megan turns to manon, eyebrows raised. "you two know each other?"
"we're roommates," you say.
there's a beat of silence where everyone just kind of looks at each other, processing.
"hold on," you say slowly. "how do you know them?”
“all of us grew up together," manon says, like it's obvious. "we were in the same dance company for like, six years."
"you were in a dance company?" you turn to megan.
"yeah, um—" megan rubs the back of her neck. "from when i was like ten to sixteen. contemporary and hip-hop mostly."
"she was really good," lara adds. "still is,"
"you literally haven't been to a studio in months," daniela argues.
"i've been busy!"
"designing sunglasses,” you say, and megan's eyes snap to yours, surprised you remembered. something warm passes between you, and you have to look away before you do something stupid like smile too much.
manon is watching this entire exchange with barely concealed delight. "oh my god. this is insane. you've been texting megan? my megan?"
"she's not your megan," you mutter.
"i mean, she could be your megan," daniela stage-whispers to megan, who looks like she wants the ground to swallow her whole.
"okay, we should—" lara checks her phone. "yeah, we should actually get food before next period. but this was..." she looks between you and megan, amused. “great, see you manon.”
"yes, loved it,” daniela agrees, already starting to walk backwards. "y/n, it was nice to officially meet you. megan, try not to combust."
"i hate you," megan tells her, but there's no heat in it.
"text me later?" you say, before you can stop yourself.
megan's whole face softens. "yeah. definitely."
there's another moment where you're just looking at each other, and you're suddenly very aware that all four of your friends are watching this happen with varying degrees of amusement.
"cool. um. see you."
"see you."
manon grabs your arm and starts pulling you away. you glance back once and catch megan doing the same thing, and when your eyes meet again, she gives you this small, almost shy smile that makes your chest feel too tight.
"oh my god," manon says the second they're out of earshot. "you're flirting with megan skiendiel”
"i didn't know her last name until right now."
"this is insane. this is actually insane. wait until i tell sophia and yoonchae."
"please don't tell—"
"oh, i'm absolutely telling them."
fifteen minutes later, you're sitting in the library with manon, sophia, and yoonchae. sophia was visibly frustrated at how late the two of you were, "okay, explain right now, why were you 3 hours late” sophia says, leaning forward.
“it was not 3 hours sophia, it was 30 minutes, and wait till you hear this,” manon says dramatically, “y/n has been secretly flirting with megan."
"megan who?" yoonchae asks.
“skiendiel. from dance. our friend megan."
sophia's eyes go wide. "wait, megan megan? pink hair megan?"
"she has pink streaks," you correct automatically, and all three of them turn to look at you.
"oh, you're down bad," sophia says.
"i'm not—"
"you know her hair color specifics," yoonchae points out.
"i just, i work at a cafe, i notice things about customers."
"right, and do you notice when derek comes in with a new hair color?" manon challenges.
"...no."
"exactly."
sophia is still processing. "so you've been serving her coffee and just... didn't know she was megan? the megan we've all known since we were literal children?"
"to be fair, we didn't know it was the same megan," manon adds. "y/n just kept saying 'this girl megan from the cafe' and showing me notes on napkins like a victorian gentleman."
"notes on napkins?" yoonchae grins. "that's actually kind of cute."
“yeah highkey pretty cute,” sophia agrees.
you drop your head into your hands. "i can't believe you all know her."
"we literally all grew up together," sophia says. "same dance company from when we were like kids."
"megan and daniela were winning every competition," yoonchae adds. "she was insane. like, genuinely one of the best dancers we had."
"why'd you guys stop dancing?” you ask.
the three of them exchange glances.
“it was more so a hobby thing that we all found together,” manon said “it was never something any of us wanted to pursue”.
“ohh,” you reply.
"yeah." sophia nods. “but we all stayed close, i mean we don’t meet 24/7 but we know each other”
“so how come you never introduced me” you say raising your eyebrow. “well...uh…you see—“ manon starts “no clue actually, i think we just started seeing each other less often” sophia responded, and you just stare at her a little harder trying to see if you could pry some more information out of her.
"anyway," manon says, clearly ready to move past this conversation. "the point is, you were flirting with our friend and we didn't even know."
"i wasn't—we're just texting." you graon
"uh-huh. and what are these texts about?"
"just... stuff. movies. music. she made me a playlist."
“she made you a playlist?” all three of them practically yell in unison.
"oh, she's in love with you," sophia declares.
"she is not—"
“girl suck it up, you know she likes you and you like her,” yoonchae interrupts. “just spit it out to eachother“
"she sent me a playlist for the cafe, you know the one she’s always at.’”
there's a beat of silence, and then sophia says, "yeah, she's definitely in love with you."
"that's not—"
your phone buzzes. you glance down.
you try to suppress your smile and fail miserably.
"oh my god, she's texting you right now, isn't she?" manon leans over to look at your phone, but you pull it away.
"get your own phone loser."
"you're blushing again."
"i'm not—"
"y/n don't even try you so clearly are," yoonchae confirms. you shove her slightly and take out your laptop trying to drown out the girls teasing. but you fail to focus when you get a notification:
[megan skiendiel requested to follow you] [accept] | decline
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a couple weeks go by and you and megan have been texting nonstop. the conversations flow easily: random thoughts at 2am, playlist recommendations, photos of terrible design projects and spilled coffee. it's gotten to the point where you reach for your phone expecting to see her name, and you're rarely disappointed.
today you're headed to the cafe to work a shift after an employee called in sick. despite dreading the idea of working on your one free afternoon, at least lucas is on the schedule too. suffering together is better than suffering alone.
except the first hour you're there, lucas is making you regret that thought entirely.
"come on, just give me some of the details," lucas pleads for what feels like the hundredth time, leaning against the counter while you're elbow-deep in cleaning the espresso machine.
"no, lucas," you say without looking up.
"why not!" he shouts, a little too loud. a couple of heads turn from nearby tables, but not enough that everyone knows what you're talking about.
you shoot him a glare. "can you not announce my business to the entire cafe?"
"then tell me," he says, lowering his voice but not his persistence. "i need updates."
you sigh, scrubbing at a particularly stubborn coffee stain. "look, all we've done is text. oh, and suddenly everyone and their mother has known megan since childhood. that's it. that's the update."
lucas pauses mid-pour on a matcha latte. "wait, what? excuse me? see, this is exactly why you need to catch me up on everything."
"yeah, manon and the others have all known megan since they were kids," you explain, shrugging. "they were in the same dance company or something. i don't know, it's weird."
"damn, so you're all interconnected basically," lucas says, finishing the drink and setting it on the pickup counter.
"yeah, basically. all i know is—" you pause, the words catching in your throat for a second. "all i know is i think i like her."
lucas stops what he's doing and turns to face you fully. "you think? girl, be fucking for real. we all know you don't just think."
"the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"all i'm saying is—" he gestures vaguely with the milk steamer, "of all the signs in the universe, this one's pointing down a one-way street directly to her. like, there's no other interpretation here."
you open your mouth to argue but can't really find the words. because maybe he's right. maybe it's not just thinking anymore.
across town, megan is pacing in her apartment, phone pressed to her ear, while her design project sits forgotten on her laptop screen.
"yeah but like, i'm highkey nervous," megan says, running her free hand through her hair.
"you sound like a loser," lara's voice comes through the speaker, completely unsympathetic. "you're there like every other day. what's got you all nervous now?"
"uh, that i actually have to talk to her? like, a real conversation?" megan's voice pitches higher. "not just our usual script?"
"all you gotta do is ask her out," lara says, like it's the simplest thing in the world. "you want me to write it on your palm or some shit? make you some flashcards?"
"yeah but what do i even say—"
"dude, just ask her out," daniela's voice cuts in from the background. "you know all signs are pointing to her anyway. like, you literally haven't shut up about her in two weeks."
"it's not that easy," megan whines, flopping dramatically onto her couch.
"it literally is that easy," lara argues. "you just open your mouth and say 'hey, want to go on a date?' boom. done. easy."
"but what if—"
"megan. babe. light of my life. stop overthinking and just do it."
megan can hear daniela and lara starting to bicker about something in the background, something about a stolen t-shirt, and takes the opportunity to hang up while they're distracted. she stares at her phone for a long moment, then at the ceiling, then back at her phone.
fuck it.
she grabs her keys and her wallet, and makes a detour to the flower shop two blocks from the cafe.
the bell above the door chimes at 3:17 pm.
you look up automatically, and your heart does that stupid skip thing when you see who it is.
she's wearing a striped tee and low rise sweat pants, her hair down as usual with her pink streaks catching the afternoon light. but what really catches your attention is the small bouquet of flowers in her hand.
she looks nervous. her eyes scan the cafe until they land on you, and then her whole face softens into something that makes your chest tight.
"hey," she says, walking up to the counter.
"hey," you manage, trying to sound normal and not like you're internally screaming. "the usual?"
"yeah, but—" she glances at lucas, who's very obviously pretending not to listen while he wipes down the espresso machine about three feet away. "can we talk for a second?"
"uh, yeah. yeah, of course." you wipe your hands on your apron. "lucas, can you cover for like five minutes?"
"take your time," lucas says with a knowing grin that you want to smack off his face.
megan leads you to the corner booth, her table, and you slide in across from her. she sets the flowers on the table between you, and you can see her fingers trembling slightly.
"so," she starts, then laughs nervously. "this is weird, right? like, we've been here a hundred times but this is our first real conversation besides the usual”
"yeah," you agree, smiling. “very different, you’re actually speaking today!“ you tease trying to lighting the tension.
"okay, um—" she takes a breath. "these are for you. i asked manon what your favorite flowers were and she said you liked these, but then i thought just roses might be too much? so i added a mix of flowers, because i thought they'd look nice together and also i'm rambling, oh my god, i'm so sorry—"
"megan, shut up before you give yourself a stroke,” you interrupt gently, reaching across the table to touch her hand. "they're perfect. thank you."
she exhales, some of the tension leaving her shoulders. "okay. cool. good."
there's a moment of silence where you're just looking at each other, and you're suddenly very aware of how close you're sitting, how you can see the little flecks of gold in her brown eyes.
"i should let you get back to work," megan says finally, standing up. "i just wanted to…yeah. give you those."
"wait," you say, and she pauses. "are you ordering your usual?"
"oh. right. yeah, please."
you make her drink yourself, ignoring lucas's pointed looks from across the counter. you write her name on the cup, pause, then add a small heart, then immediately regret it and try to cover it with your thumb when you hand it to her.
megan notices anyway. of course she does. her smile goes soft and private, and she takes the cup carefully, making sure her fingers brush against yours.
"thanks," she says quietly. "see you later?"
"yeah. see you."
she heads back to the corner booth, sets up her laptop, puts in her airpods. everything normal. everything the same, except it's not, because now there are flowers sitting on your counter and your heart won't stop racing.
forty-five minutes later, when you go to clear her table, there's a napkin waiting for you.
you pick it up, and your hands shake slightly as you unfold it.
so i know we've been doing this whole napkin thing for a while now, and i really like it. but i was thinking maybe we could try the in-person conversation thing instead? like at dinner? tomorrow night? if you're free?
check yes or no (i'm serious about the check boxes):
☐ yes
☐ no
☐ maybe (we can negotiate)
-m
you press your lips together to keep from grinning like an absolute idiot. lucas appears at your shoulder.
"is that—"
"yes."
"and?"
you pull out your pen, check the 'yes' box, and open your phone to text megan: pick me up at 7?
you fold the napkin back up, tuck it in your apron pocket, and try to focus on work for the rest of your shift.
you fail miserably.
the next evening, you've changed your outfit four times. your bedroom looks like a tornado hit it, clothes everywhere, makeup scattered across your desk, shoes in a pile by the door.
"you look great," manon says from where she's lounging on your bed, watching the chaos unfold. "seriously. that dress is perfect."
you look at yourself in the mirror. the black dress hits just above your knee, and a neckline that shows just about the right amount of cleavage. you paired it with a simple pair of sneakers manon convinced you to buy last month.
"you don't think it's too much?"
"babe, she brought you flowers at your work and asked you out on a napkin. i don't think anything is too much at this point."
your phone buzzes.
you grab your jacket and your purse, say goodbye to manon (who makes you promise to text her updates), and head downstairs.
when you step outside, you stop short. megan's leaning against her car, and she's wearing a short black mini skirt and matching top, her hair is styled in loose waves, and she just looks perfect.
when she sees you, her mouth falls open a little.
"hi," you say, suddenly self-conscious.
"hi," she breathes. "you look—fuck. you look incredible."
"i mean i guess i could say the same to you," you say, trying to ease the nervousness. megan just rolls her eyes at your response.
she opens the car door for you and you slide in, trying not to think about how your heart is hammering against your ribs.
the restaurant is downtown, a place you've walked past a hundred times but never been inside. it's intimate without being stuffy, with low lighting and soft music and tables spaced far enough apart that you feel like you're in your own little world.
"have you been here before?" you ask once you're seated, menus in hand.
"once," megan admits. "daniela dragged us here for her birthday last year. i've been wanting to come back ever since."
"it's really nice."
"yeah." she's looking at you instead of the menu. "yeah, it is."
dinner was easy in a way that surprised you. the conversation flowed like it did over text, jumping from topic to topic, comfortable silence that didn't feel awkward, and laughter that came naturally.
you learn that megan's terrified of birds, that she almost quit design school three times before deciding to stick with it, that she writes songs sometimes but never shows anyone.
she learns that you're scared of the ocean, what you originally intended to study, that you can't whistle no matter how many times people try to teach you, and why you decided to even work in that cafe anyways.
by the time dessert comes, a chocolate lava cake you agree to share, you've forgotten to be nervous. you're just exactly where you want to be.
"can i ask you something?" megan says, setting down her fork.
"yeah, of course."
"why did you start leaving notes on my cups?"
you think about it, about that first napkin she left about the playlist. "well you're the one who started it, leaving the note on the napkin, so i just wanted to finish the conversation" you respond, "plus our memorized script was getting pretty boring"
"yeah i loved the notes," she says softly. "also you're acting as if you don't have that script already memorized for other customers, have you not seen that tiktok" "do you ever get off your phone? maybe you should take your phone on a date instead" you joke.
"ha ha really funny, but also i hope you know that i kept all the cups you wrote on"
"what the fuck?"
"why are you shocked? i'd read them like a hundred times after i left."
"i kept all your napkins," you admit.
her eyes widen. "you did?"
"yeah. they're in a box in my room. i know it's kind of—"
"that's the most craziest, coolest, wowfactor thing anyone has ever said," megan interrupts, and she's looking at you like you hung the moon.
"okay calm down shakespeare, just because you write songs doesn't mean you gotta whip out every synonym known to mankind,"
when the waiter brings the check. megan grabs it before you can even reach for your purse.
"i asked you out," she says. "i'm paying."
"we can split it—"
"nope." she's already pulling out her card. "next time you can pay."
next time. the words settle warm in your chest.
the drive back to your apartment is quieter, but not in a bad way. megan's hand rests on the center console, close enough that you could reach for it if you were brave enough. the city lights blur past the window, and some song you recognize from the playlist she made plays softly from the speakers.
when she pulls up in front of your building, she puts the car in park but doesn't turn it off.
"i had a really good time tonight," you say, turning to face her.
"yeah?" she's smiling, soft and hopeful.
"yeah. like, really good."
"good. because i—" she takes a breath. "i really like you. like, a lot. and i want to do this again. if you want to."
"i want to," you say immediately. "i really, really want to."
"okay. good."
you should probably get out of the car. you should thank her for dinner, say goodnight, go inside. but you don't move, and neither does she.
"can i—" megan starts, then stops. "can i kiss you?"
your heart stops and restarts in the span of a second. "yes."
she leans across the center console, one hand coming up to cup your jaw, and then her lips are on yours and everything else just falls away.
it's soft at first, tentative, like she's afraid you might pull away. but you don't. you lean into her, your hand finding the front of her shirt, pulling her closer.
she makes a small sound in the back of her throat and deepens the kiss, and you forget how to breathe, forget your own name, forget everything except the feeling of her mouth on yours and the way her thumb is stroking your cheek and the fact that this is happening, this is real.
when you finally pull apart, you're both breathing hard, and megan's eyes are dark in the dim light of the car.
"wow," she whispers.
"yeah," you agree, because you can't form any other words right now.
"i should—you should go inside," she says, but she doesn't move, and neither do you.
"you trying to get rid of me that quick?" you say raising your eyebrows still not moving.
she kisses you again, quicker this time, then presses her forehead against yours. "no but you need to go inside or i'm never going to let you leave this car."
"what if i wanted to stay in the car, what are you gonna do about that?" you say, and megan is quick to kiss you again, you laugh, breathless. "okay. okay, i'm going."
you gather your purse and open the door, but before you get out, you lean back in and kiss her one more time.
"text me when you get home" you say.
"i'm literally already home, but yeah," she grins, and you roll her eyes at the cheesy comment. "i'll text you."
"goodnight, megan."
"goodnight."
you walk to your building's entrance, and when you turn around at the door, she's still there, watching you with this expression that makes your entire chest feel warm. you wave. she waves back.
inside, you lean against the door and touch your lips, still able to feel the ghost of her kiss.
your phone buzzes.
you float up to your apartment, and when manon sees your face, she doesn't even have to ask. she just grins and says, "told you it was a one-way street."
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suddenly i love my life 😅😅😅
— HISTORY ✧ D.A
summary જ⁀➴ going through the motions of marriage and raising your daughter with daniela
warnings/tags જ⁀➴ fluff, established relationship, f!reader, dealer!dani au, different snippets of time, some mildly suggestive content
wc જ⁀➴ 7k
substance masterlist
(7 months old)
you wake up to the sound of valentina crying, again. you sigh at the sound that hasn't stopped all night. the first few weeks after getting home from the hospital had been rough. and the next months were even worse. you stir around, but you feel daniela’s arms tighten around you before you can move to get up.
“stay here. i got it,” she whispers and presses a soft kiss on your neck.
daniela's arms unravel from around your waist, and she gets up, walking around the bed and out of the room. you can hear the door from across the hall slowly creaking open, and the cries grow louder.
daniela approaches the crib, bending over and scooping valentina into her arms. “hey, nena. why’re you so fussy?” she says quietly, rocking the baby in her arms. “you need somethin’ to eat? let's go get you somethin’ to eat.”
daniela’s shadow passes through the small opening, and she walks down to the kitchen. she holds val with one arm and grabs a baby bottle with her other hand, putting it in the microwave and heating it for a second before taking it back out.
“alrighty.” daniela goes to the couch and sits down. “this better make you stop crying, mamí is getting tired, y’know. but it's okay, you got me too, i promise.” she slowly puts the bottle to the baby’s lips, and val instantly starts drinking from it.
“there we go…” daniela murmurs. “you're just hungry, aren't ya?” she gently rocks val while feeding her, eyes never leaving the small infant’s face. “you're so pretty. my baby girl. just like your mamí..” she pauses for a moment. “i can't wait to see you grow up. maybe you’ll like cars like papí, mm? or go to a good college like mamí did. either way, i’ll love you,” she pressed a soft kiss on her head.
the bottle is quickly finished and daniela pulls it away from valentina’s mouth, setting it on the coffee table in front of her. “alright, i know you hate this but we gotta do it.” she holds val against her shoulder and gently pats her back, getting her to burp a little bit.
“there we go.” daniela smiles brightly. “isn't that better? can't sleep on an empty tummy, can ya?” she pokes val’s cheek. “let's put you back to bed, okay?”
daniela gets up from the couch and walks back to valentina’s room, putting her back in her crib and turning on the mobile above the crib as it starts spinning and playing a quiet lullaby. she watches while quietly humming along to the song, watching her baby girl's eyes slowly drooping closed before eventually keeping closed. she just smiles, then proceeds to quietly leave the room, shutting the door with a soft click.
daniela returns to the bedroom, walking to the other side and immediately climbing back in beside you. you roll over onto your side and curl up into her chest, holding onto her tank top tightly. her arms wrap around you instantly, hand gently running through your hair.
“you're amazing,” you mumble softly.
“hm?” daniela glances down at you. “what do you mean?”
“just…everything,” you breathe out. “i love you s-so much.” your voice cracks, and a few tears slip from your eyes.
“i love you too, more than anything else.” daniela presses a kiss on your head.
“thank you…for staying with me through all this,” your voice softens, barely audible.
“of course. i would never leave you.”
“never?”
“never.”
-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈
(11 months old)
daniela sits with val on the play mat, half on her phone, half paying attention to her daughter's babbles and giggles as she plays with her toys. you're in the kitchen making dinner, mindlessly listening to the soft music playing.
daniela glances up when valentina giggles again, and her eyes practically bulge out of their sockets. in front of her, barely a few feet away, val is standing on her two feet, looking like she was about to start walking towards her.
“holy shit–holy–yn!” daniela exclaims, scrambling onto her knees and turning on the camera on her phone. “yn!”
the second you hear daniela yell your name, you're rushing from the kitchen to the living room, mentally preparing for the worst. instead, you're met with daniela holding her phone towards val and her other arm wide open, and val slowly starting to move and take a few steps.
“she's walking–mierda–she's walking!” daniela laughs happily, phone recording the scene in front of her. “c’mere, nena! just a few little steps! c’mon! c’mere!”
and just like that, your daughter stumbles her first steps over to daniela. your hand clasps over your mouth as daniela grins widely as valentina wobbles over to her.
“good job, nena!” daniela sets her phone down and scoops valentina in her arms once she's close enough to reach and stands up off the ground.
“oh my god,” you whisper, a soft smile on your face. daniela walks over to you and you take your daughter into your arms, smiling at her. “this is so great,” you say quietly, almost in awe.
daniela wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you close while she rests her chin on your shoulder. “yeah, it is.”
-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈
it's your and daniela’s fifth anniversary in a few days, and you’ve been stressed. you had been working overtime to try and get something she would like, and it had been draining you. you don't mind your job, but some of the people you work with are idiotic. but you're usually able to push through the week and get everything done that you had to, including more.
you unlock the front door of the house, fixing your bag on your shoulder and walking inside. it's late. you know that. looking at the time on your watch, you let out a sigh. well past seven, which means val’s already asleep.
you kick your shoes off and put your bag on the coat rack, letting out a deep sigh before heading into the living room. daniela is sitting on the couch, one of those shitty reality shows she watches playing on the tv, and she looks over the second she hears you.
“hey,” she says softly. “you okay?”
you shrug, clearly exhausted.
“c’mere.” she waves her hand.
you walk over, sitting on her lap and curling up into her arms that wrap around you. your face is nuzzled in her neck, breathing in her lotion and faint perfume from earlier in the day. she presses a soft kiss on your head, and that's when the dam breaks.
the tears start flowing down your face, a choked sob leaving your mouth as you cry into her neck. her arms tighten around you, pulling you closer to her.
“it's okay,” she says quietly, a hand rubbing your back.
“i-i’m sorry,” you say through sobs and shallow breaths. “work has just b-been so…a-and i’m trying to get you a gift for thursday b-but–”
“baby,” daniela carefully interrupts you. “you don't need to get me anything. i'm happy just being here with you.”
“b-but i know you probably planned something for us and i-i can't even–”
“yn.” daniela's voice drops a little, just to get you to listen and be quiet. “it's okay. i don't need anything. you and val are the best gifts i could ever have. there's nothing you could get me that i would love more than you two. yeah, i planned something. but that's because i wanted to get you to relax. you work so much and then you come home and have to take care of us. i know you say i help a lot, but you do so much, and i wanted you to relax for once. not overwork yourself because you're trying to get me something. you are enough for me.”
you know she's telling the truth, and that only makes you cry more into her neck, probably staining her white tank top with tears. but neither of you care enough to move.
a few minutes pass before you're calmed down, little sniffles coming from you as you sit in the same position, fingers curled tightly around her tank top. it’s quiet as your breathing returns to normal, but still slightly shaky when you exhale.
“i’m sorry,” you whisper into her neck. “i just wanted to get you something nice.”
“i know,” daniela replies in the same voice, her hand gently running through your hair. “but you don't have to. i have the best gifts in the world, and i wouldn't change that for anything.”
you nod, closing your eyes and letting out a shaky breath. “i love you,” you murmur.
she presses a little kiss on your head. “i love you too,” she says softly. “you wanna go to bed?”
“yeah.” you nod.
daniela grabs the back of your thighs that were on either side of her and stands up, carrying you with her. your arms hook around her neck, and your legs wrap around her waist to keep you from falling. your head resting against her shoulder. she walks to the bedroom, quietly kicking the door closed behind her, and then goes over to the bed. she carefully lays you down and climbs in next to you.
you roll over onto your side and curl up against her as she wraps her arms around you to pull you close to her, chest to chest.
“i love you,” she whispers. “more than anything else.”
“i love you too,” you whisper back.
ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈
(5 years old)
“okay nena, can you say gracias for me?”
you're sitting on the couch with a book in your hands, somewhat listening to what daniela was saying to valentina.
daniela was currently trying to teach val spanish. well, she had been trying, but now that val was going to school, she was trying harder. you know how important it is to dani that valentina knows spanish, and she's been wanting to teach her since she could walk, really since she was born and she started talking to her in spanish despite her not even knowing english.
“gracias!” valentina repeats perfectly.
“good job!” daniela smiles brightly. “that means thank you!”
“thank you!” valentina smiles.
“that’s great!” daniela is practically beaming. “now can you say, te amo?”
“te amo!” val says it perfectly again.
“i love you too, princesa,” daniela replies.
valentina gasps. “is that i love you?”
“sí.” daniela nods.
valentina immediately turns over to you, grinning. “te amo, mamí!”
you look up from your book and smile fondly at your daughter. “te amo también, baby,” you reply.
val just lights up, giggling while bouncing around on her knees, while daniela and you look at her with soft smiles on your faces. daniela looks over at you, grabbing your knee gently making you look down at her.
“te amo, mi amor.”
“te amo también, daniela.”
ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈
(6th birthday)
“mamí! i want cars for my birthday!”
you're nearly finished making breakfast when you hear val say those words, and you look down at her as she stands next to you tugging on your sleeve.
“what do you mean, honey? like, toys?” you ask.
val nods her head eagerly. “and cake!”
“okay, so you want a cars theme for your birthday then?” you glance away and turn off the stove before focusing back on valentina. “we can do that.”
val’s face lights up with happiness, and you can't help but smile at her. she hugs you tightly, murmuring out a little, “gracias, mamí.”
“of course, baby.” you lean down and kiss her head. “now, go sit down. i made your favorite.”
“okay!” val scurries off to the dining room.
you plate the food and bring it out to your daughter, kissing her head before going back to the kitchen. you hear footsteps approaching from behind you, and a second later a pair of arms wrap around your waist.
“morning,” daniela mumbles softly, voice heavy with sleepiness.
“morning.” you turn your head and peck her lips. “i thought you were going in today.”
“changed it for tomorrow,” she says, resting her chin on your shoulder. “if they need me they can call me.”
you nod, pausing for a moment before speaking up. “val wants a cars theme for her birthday. she told me a minute ago.”
daniela's grip around you loosens as she lifts her head. “are you serious?” she asks.
“yeah,” you reply. “don't get too excited, this is not an excuse to show off that mustang.” you tell her, already knowing what she was thinking.
“but it's vintage now!” daniela whines, stomping her foot. “you know how long i’ve been waiting for this!”
you spin around to face her, now seeing the pout on her face. “baby, i love you. but that car has seen much better days and a lot of other things. and frankly, i don't think a six year old child will understand the value of a car like that,” you tell her, hands resting on her shoulders.
“uh-huh, other things.” a small smirk forms on her face. of course that would be the part she focuses on. “we had a lot of fun in that car.” her hands trail under your shirt barely, fingers grazing against your skin.
“don't get any ideas,” you try to sound stern, but her hands keep slowly moving up making you sound slightly shaky.
“i dunno what you mean.” daniela shrugs like she's not doing anything. “just after taking val to school we could–”
“oh my god, daniela.” you smack her arm gently. “do you ever not think with your dick?” you hiss in a quiet voice.
“sometimes.” she smiles.
you glare at her. “you're terrible.”
“you love me.” she grins, swaying you both from side to side.
“somehow.”
-
fortunately for everyone, valentina’s birthday landed on a saturday, so everyone was able to get it off or already be off work to help prep the house and everything while you had val and were out eating at a little diner close to the house. daniela had been texting you updates and when everything would be ready, but it had been a little while since the last one.
“mamí,” val breaks the silence, taking a bite of the eggs in front of her.
“hm?” you hum, looking over at val. “what's up, honey?”
“that lady is staring at us,” she says like it's the most normal thing in the world, eating the bacon on the plate.
you blink, your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as you turn your head. and when you see who your daughter’s referring to, your heart drops.
sophia laforteza.
you quickly look back at val, a forced smile on your face. “don't look at her, honey. finish your food and we’ll go, okay?” you say, reaching over and patting her hand.
“yn?”
you freeze, looking over and seeing sophia standing in front of you. you feel the anxiety creeping through your bones, and you keep the forced smile on your face solely so your daughter doesn't see you spiral. it's been years, but you hadn't seen her since the falling out of everything. you know she wouldn't do anything if dani was here, and that alone scares you a little.
“hi, sophia,” you say, voice thin.
sophia glances between you and your daughter who is staring with big eyes, not knowing what's going on. a small smile grows on her face.
“is this…your daughter?” she asks hesitantly.
“yeah.” you nod, awkwardly shifting in your seat. “say hello, sweetie.”
“hello!” valentina waves, finishing the rest of the bacon in her hand.
sophia smiles. “she looks like you.”
“i know,” you reply. “she's just like dani, though.” you look at your daughter and smile. “stubborn, clingy, but so sweet.” you pinch her cheek and she giggles happily.
“mm,” sophia hums, nodding her head. “so…you and dani really worked it out.”
“we did.” you don't look at sophia as you respond, focusing on valentina, who’s eating the rest of her food, totally oblivious to the situation in front of her.
“i’m glad,” sophia says, but you can hear it's strained. “you deserve it. i’m happy for you.”
“thanks.” you nod, not knowing what else to say. your phone buzzes on the table, and you look down at it briefly.
dani ❣️
just finished setting up. it looks fucking awesome btw we are great at this
thank god.
you clear your throat and glance at sophia for a second. “well, we got to go now,” you say, trying to sound steady. you look at val and grab her hand, giving a warm smile. “you ready to go home, sweetie? papí has a surprise waiting for you.”
valentina nods quickly, a big smile on her face when you mention surprise. you get up from the booth and she follows immediately after you. you look at sophia, who has remained silent, and let out a quiet sigh. “goodbye, sophia,” you say softly, turning and starting to walk away with valentina in front of you.
“wait!” sophia says suddenly, making you pause and look back at her. “i know it means nothing now, but…i'm sorry. for what i did. how i treated you. you didn't deserve it.”
you just give a little, sad smile, nodding your head and turning back around, continuing to walk and pay for the food.
you get to the car and get valentina situated in her car seat, getting into the driver's seat and letting out a deep, shaky breath. you don't even realize the tears welling in your eyes, one trickling down your cheek until you look in the visor mirror. you quickly wipe it away before more come, taking your phone and texting daniela that you were coming back before putting the car into drive and leaving.
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“okay, you ready, sweetie?” you say while getting val out of her car seat.
“did papí get me a car?” val asks, practically jumping up and down when you set her on the ground.
you let out a little laugh, shaking your head. “no, honey. not this year, at least. maybe for your quinceañera or sixteen.”
“aww,” val pouts.
“don't pout, honey.” you lean down and kiss her head. “all your aunties are here to celebrate with us.” you smile at her, patting her head gently. “even aunties minji and hanni.”
valentina gasps at your words, looking up at you with bright eyes and a smile on her face. “auntie hanni always gives me candy!”
curse that girl for making your daughter become a sugar fiend like your wife. you distinctly remember when you were making cookies a month ago, and the two kept sneaking bites of the cookie dough without you realizing until you caught daniela in the act and had to ban them both from entering the kitchen whenever you made any kind of baked goods or anything remotely sweet. a smile grows on your face at the memory.
“and you’ll get lots of it today,” you tell her. “come on.” you grab her hand, and you two start walking to the front door of the house.
you grab your keys from your pocket, unlocking the front door before stepping back. “go on in, honey.” you smile at your daughter.
valentina reaches and opens the front door, taking a few steps inside. you follow behind her, closing the door as she walks into the living room. and then you hear the loud cheer.
“surprise!”
valentina gasps in front of you, eyes wide, taking in everything before a wide smile forms on her face. she runs over to daniela, who is already crouching with her arms wide open, and she hugs her tightly when she reaches her.
“happy birthday, nena,” daniela says, smiling brightly when valentina pulls away. “go say hi to your aunties and grandma and grandpa. i’m gonna talk to mamí for a minute.” she kisses her forehead and stands up.
valentina nods quickly, rushing off to megan, who immediately crouches down and picks her up.
“hey, my favorite girl!”
you’re still standing at the entrance of the living room, your eyes watering and hands shaking slightly. daniela walks over to you and grabs one of your shaking hands.
“hey, you okay?” she says softly, her eyes looking over you with concern.
“i…it's nothing.” you take a breath, shaking your head. “i-i don't want to make it a big deal right now,” you respond shakily.
“what happened?” daniela asks, growing more worried.
you hesitate before answering, your voice cracking slightly. “sophia. i-i saw her, o-or she saw us and–”
daniela's pulling you with her back into the front hallway before you can get another word out, knowing you're about to break and don't want anyone to see it. she instantly wraps her arms around you, pulling you close to her with a gentle but firm grip.
“it's okay. you don't have to say anything,” she reassures you quietly, kissing your head. “you don't need to explain.”
the tears start rolling down your cheeks the second you feel her arms around you, putting your face in her neck and crying silently. your body trembles against daniela’s, who holds you closer, murmuring quiet words in your ear.
“it's okay. you're okay. we're okay. i promise.”
“i-i couldn't–i didn't–she–” you struggle to get words out past your crying and choked breaths, your fingers curling around her shirt tightly.
“hey, hey, yn.” daniela pulls away for a second, her hands moving to cup your face, wiping away the tears with her thumbs. she still hardly uses your name, only when she knows you're spiraling and needs you to listen or if it's something serious. “it's okay. you're okay. everything is okay. i promise. okay? it’s just a crazy coincidence that she was there. you’re okay. i swear.”
you sniffle a little, nodding your head, your hands still gripping her shirt with a tight squeeze. “i’m sorry,” you whisper.
“don't be.” daniela shakes her head. “what happened to you doesn't just go away. it's okay.” she leans in and kisses your forehead softly. “i love you,” she says when she pulls back, wiping the rest of the tears away.
“i love you too,” you respond.
“you ready to go back out there?” she nods her head behind her, gesturing to the living room.
“in a minute,” you answer. “i couldn't let her see me like this.”
“i know.” daniela nods. “you tell me when. we go together, ‘kay?”
“okay.” you nod.
-
“you're gonna love what i got you, trust me!”
“is it a car?!”
“what is your obsession with cars?” megan asks aloud, having valentina sitting on her lap. “you can't even drive!”
“obviously she takes after dani,” manon says, sitting next to megan. “she'll probably give her that mustang when she can drive.”
“oh my god, you think?” megan replies. “dani loves that car.”
“papí loves me more!” valentina butts into the conversation. “she told me!”
“loves you more than what?” daniela walks up to the three with you beside her.
“el coche rojo!” valentina answers.
“ah.” daniela nods. “yes, i do.” she smiles.
“see!” val says, sticking her tongue out at megan.
“i didn't even argue it!” megan retorts. “she’s tryna set me up.”
“she does that.” daniela grabs val from megan and puts her on the ground, crouching down to her height. “you ready to eat, nena? i got grandma to make ropa vieja for you.”
valentina gasps, her whole face lighting up. “i love ropa vieja!”
“i know,” daniela laughs lightly. “you wanna eat while it’s still hot and good?”
“sí!” valentina quickly nods.
“go sit down, nena. you know where,” daniela tells her, kissing her forehead and then standing upright again.
valentina runs off to the dining room, and you can’t help but let out a laugh.
“god, she is just like you,” you say, smiling at daniela.
“i know,” daniela replies softly. “she looks like you, though.”
“oh my god, shut up! you guys do this every time it makes me wanna die!” manon groans beside megan on the couch, falling back into it more.
“shut up!” you snap at her.
manon’s eyes widen, and she quickly sits up. “sorry!”
“now let’s go eat, okay?” you say to them.
both megan and manon nod.
-
“jesus christ daniela, what is this cake?!” you whisper-yell to your wife in the kitchen.
“it’s an f1 car! ferrari obviously!” daniela says like it’s obvious, pointing at the ferrari logo on the red car that was a cake.
you just blink. “okay…and how the fuck are we supposed to put candles on it?” you ask, trying not to get irritated or think about how much daniela spent on this cake.
“here!” she points to the wing of the car where there are little marks to put the candles.
you eye her before slowly nodding. “you are very lucky, avanzini.”
“you married me.” daniela smiles, taking the candles and lighter from you.
“whatever.” you roll your eyes, and daniela cackles. “just light the damn thing.”
daniela lights the candles on the cake and looks at you. “do you wanna hold it or record?”
“are you serious? you would just focus on me the whole time,” you tell her.
“i’ll carry it.” daniela nods.
you take your phone out as daniela grabs the cake and slowly starts walking out of the kitchen into the dining room. you press record, and everyone starts singing happy birthday to valentina, who is sitting at the head of the table. when val sees the cake, her face lights up, and she bounces around in the chair, smiling brightly at you two walking up to her. daniela sets the cake down in front of val, and she is beaming even brighter when she sees the logo on the car, knowing it was daniela who got that part designed for her.
the singing finishes, and valentina glances up at you and daniela.
“make your wish, sweetie,” you tell her, smiling fondly.
val thinks for a moment, closing her eyes and then taking a deep breath and blowing out all the candles in one go. the room erupts in cheers and clapping, and valentina is giggling happily while looking between you two and the cake.
“alright, let’s get this thing cut, yeah?” daniela says to valentina, already taking the candles off the wing of the car.
“cake! cake! cake!” valentina cheers, bouncing in her chair again.
“what piece do you want, nena?” daniela asks, holding the knife.
“the logo!” valentina answers.
“great choice, nena.” daniela smiles.
you’ve stopped recording and put your phone back away in your pocket, smiling while watching daniela cut literally the whole ferrari logo out of the cake and put it on a plate, giving it to valentina.
“here ya go, princesa.” daniela kisses the top of her head.
“gracias, papí!” valentina smiles.
“de nada, nena,” daniela replies. “now eat as much as you can. then we can watch 24 hours of le mans replay, okay?”
“okay!” valentina beams.
-
it's around eight now, and you've just finished the rest of the dishes drying your hands on the towel. everyone has left by now, and the presents have all been opened and the leftovers have been put away. you head into the living room, and you see daniela and val sitting on the couch. val’s head is leaning on daniela’s shoulder, and daniela’s arm is around her shoulders pulling her closer to her side. the tv is roaring with the sound of engines and cars racing, and when you step closer you realize that valentina is asleep.
“honey,” you whisper to daniela, who’s eyes are barely open too.
daniela grumbles quietly, stirring a little.
“let’s go to bed, okay?”
she nods, blinking a few times and waking up enough to move and not disturb valentina, who you’re already scooping into your arms. daniela gets up from the couch, turning the tv off and follows you down the hallway. you walk to val’s room and quietly open the door, heading to her bed and laying her down in it. you pull the blankets over her and lean down, gently kissing her head.
“goodnight, baby. happy birthday.”
when you exit her bedroom, daniela was standing in the hallway, swaying a little bit trying to keep herself awake.
“c’mon, you.” you grab her hand and walk to your bedroom with her.
you close the bedroom door behind you as daniela walks to the bed and immediately lays down in it, and you follow soon after. she tugs on your shirt, pulling you into her chest.
“i love you,” she mumbles.
“i love you too,” you whisper.
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(16 years old)
“val! hurry up!”
“stop yelling.” you lightly smack daniela’s arm.
“how else is she gonna hear me with that loud ass music on all the damn time?” daniela scoffs, leaning back into the couch.
“you're the one who bought the speaker,” you respond.
“i know,” daniela grumbles under her breath.
footsteps come from down the hallway, and you look up to see val standing in front of the couch. you open your mouth to speak, but stop when you really look at her. her eyes are low lidded and slightly red, and you swear you can faintly smell smoke on her mixed with the perfume she obviously put on beforehand. you look over at daniela, and you know she knows it too. but before you can get a word out, she does.
“are you high right now?”
your daughter straightens up, her eyes going a little wide at the words. “what? no.” she laughs, but you and daniela both know it's forced.
“don't lie.” daniela’s voice drops an octave.
you glance between daniela and valentina, taking a breath to prepare for the argument likely about to happen. “dani,” you warn quietly.
but daniela keeps her eyes forward on valentina, who is clearly starting to panic a little, her gaze hard.
“okay, yeah.” valentina nods, her eyes averting to look at the ground.
“dios mío,” daniela lets out a deep sigh. she covers her face with her hands as she groans.
“papí, it's not that big of a–”
“don't!” daniela points at valentina, cutting her off abruptly. “don't say this isn't a big deal. you're sixteen! who the fuck is giving you drugs at sixteen?!”
“it's just from a friend,” valentina says. “not some creepy dude on the street.”
“who?” daniela asks.
“a friend,” val answers.
“who?” daniela pushes.
“oh my god this is not a big deal!” valentina groans. “it's legal anyways!”
“not for teenagers!” daniela retorts. “are you insane? i mean, that shit could be laced with something!”
“mamí,” valentina looks at you. “it's not that serious.”
daniela looks at you now, and you let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.
“how long have you been smoking it?” you ask.
“a few months,” valentina answers.
“months?!” daniela exclaims.
another sigh leaves your lips. “okay just…just go to your room,” you say.
“but–”
“don't.” you shake your head. “we need to discuss what to do about this. just go to your room, please.”
“okay.” val nods, looking down and walking back down the hall to her room.
once the door closes, daniela immediately turns to you.
“how are you calm right now?” she asks.
“why are you freaking out?” you retort.
“why am i freaking out? our sixteen year old daughter is smoking weed!” daniela exclaims.
“you were the same age, daniela,” you remind her.
“so?! i was a terrible child!” she throws her hands in the air. “and still, my parents grounded me forever until i was an adult and moved out!”
“i think you're overreacting a little,” you say. “she could be doing much, much worse things than smoking a little weed.”
“it could be laced with something!” daniela replies. “at least when i did my job i made sure that shit was clean and real.”
“and that was almost twenty years ago.” you grab her hand gently.
“that doesn't change anything.” daniela shakes her head. “i don't want her to get into something like that at this age. jus-just not right now.” she swallows thickly, and you can tell she's trying not to break.
“i know,” you say softly. “but she's not going to be five forever, dani. in two years she'll be an adult, and she'll go off and do great things.”
“i don't want to let go yet,” daniela speaks quietly, hesitant, her vulnerability starting to show in cracks.
“i know.” your eyes soften looking at her. “i don't either.”
“we did good…right?” her voice cracks slightly. “this isn't–this isn't because of us, right? cause i-i did it to escape everything a-and you used it for your anxiety from your parents. and–”
“we did good, dani,” you interject carefully. “we’re still doing good. we just need to figure this one out right now like we always do. okay?”
your other hand cups her face, and you can still see the same twenty year old girl you fell in love with. you can see the vulnerability, how she still doesn't like breaking down after nearly two decades of being with you. how she still thinks she needs to be the strong one.
“we’re doing great, daniela. we’ve figured everything out together. what's one more?” you say gently.
“right.” daniela nods, swallowing the lump in her throat. “right.” she repeats. “let's talk to her.”
“you want to right now?” you ask. “we can wait. we don't have to do anything right now.”
“yeah.” she nods again. “let's do it. tell her everything.”
“okay.” you nod.
the two of you get up from the couch and walk over to valentina’s room, and daniela gently knocks on the door.
“val?” she calls out. “we're not gonna ground you. can you open the door please?”
you gently smack daniela’s arm, and she looks at you confused, mouthing ‘what?’. you just shake your head.
“honey, we're not mad or upset with you. we just want to talk for a minute,” you say softly but loud enough to hear through the door.
“and you don't have to hide the stuff either,” daniela pipes in.
“jesus, daniela.” you roll your eyes at your wife.
the door slowly creaks open, and valentina stands there looking at you two. “you're not mad?” she asks quietly.
“no, honey.” you shake your head, grabbing your daughter's hand. “we just want to talk with you for a minute.”
“okay.” valentina nods.
“you wanna come out and we can talk on the couch?” daniela suggests.
valentina looks between the two of you, her eyes flickering over your faces before she nods. “yeah.”
“come on then.” daniela starts walking back to the living room.
valentina looks at you, and you just gently squeeze her hand. “don't worry,” you whisper quietly. “come on.”
the three of you sit on the couch with valentina in the middle between you and daniela. you look over at daniela, nodding when her eyes meet yours.
“do you remember the story i told you about how your mamí and i met?” daniela starts, looking at valentina.
“yeah?” valentina says, slightly confused but nods anyway. “you told me you met in a grocery store, the parking lot and mamí dropped some things and you helped before asking her out.”
“and that's partially true,” daniela says. you can tell she's trying to figure out how to word it, but you stay quiet, knowing this is her moment. “we did technically meet in a grocery store parking lot, but it was a little different than what i told you.”
“okay…” valentina lets out, glancing between the two of you. “you didn't stalk her, did you?”
“no.” daniela flicks valentina’s forehead. “why do you kids always jump to crazy solutions?” she sighs before continuing. “anyways. it's partially true. my job wasn't the same as it is now. and i only got this different job because i wanted to make myself better for you before you were born.” she swallows thickly, and you grab her hand from over the back edge of the couch, letting her squeeze. “i…i didn't have the greatest job and wasn't the best person before i met your mamí. and i did stupid things a lot of the time. i still did, even when it was the beginning of our relationship.”
she takes a deep breath. “i sold weed to people. that was my job. your auntie megan and i were notably one of the best in the area for los angeles at the time i met your mamí. auntie manon introduced her to me, because my job was to sell people the weed they couldn't get anywhere else. we met in a grocery store parking lot, but it was the middle of the night, and i gave her a half ounce for half the price i sold it for. i-i only stopped because i didn't want you to get involved in it. i couldn't handle the thought of going out and selling weed to normal and fucked up people alike and then come home to my two baby girls who don't deserve to be in that situation. your mamí did help a lot of the time, but that was when we were younger, and things changed once you were in the picture. i couldn't raise a child in a home that was filled with dirty money as my parents called it. so i dropped it all. auntie megan took over for me, and i got a job at the mechanic shop before becoming a partial owner.”
daniela pauses for a moment before speaking again. “i didn't want you to know because i didn't know how well you would take it and react. i…was scared.” she lets out a shaky breath. “i was scared you would see me differently than what you knew your whole life. i was scared of you thinking i wasn't a good person, and that you’d hate me. and i didn't want that to happen. so i’m sorry for lying to you about one of the most important things about me and what brought me to your mamí. i was selfish and didn't want you to know.” she squeezes your hand as she screws her eyes shut, trying to keep herself from crying and falling apart.
silence fills the room for a moment, the quiet kind that makes anxiety fill your body and has you holding your breath. your eyes are focused on daniela, who’s trying her hardest to not break down, but you know she's minutes, if not seconds away from spiraling. this was the moment she always dreaded to explain ever since she lied when valentina was nine and asked how you two met. she realized that she would have to explain it at some point, and she was terrified of it happening in general. you remember the look on her face the night that followed the question, and how her broken voice said she panicked at the question and just sputtered out an answer, how she said she didn't want to tell valentina the truth. it's the same thing you see now, trying to hold everything in and not let go.
after a few moments, valentina slowly moves, leaning forward and hugs daniela tightly. “i don't hate you, papí,” she says softly.
and that was all it took for the tears to start trickling down daniela’s cheeks, as she wraps her arm around valentina and pulls her closer and a quiet, choked sob leaves her mouth. “te amo mi dulce niña,” she says quietly, barely above a whisper. “my baby girl.”
“te amo también, papí,” valentina replies in the same voice. “i could never hate you.”
“do you understand why we reacted the way we did now, honey?” you finally speak up, voice quiet and soft. “we just don't want you to fall into the same habits we did when we were younger, okay? we're far from mad, and you're not in trouble. but you're gonna have to either tell us who’s giving it to you, or share.”
both of them pull away and look at you, val’s face evidently confused.
“what?” you say. “you know how long it's been? i haven't touched it since i was pregnant with you.” you poke val’s forehead gently. “so, if you're using it. you're either going to tell us who's giving it to you, or share.”
“are you serious?” valentina asks, blinking.
meanwhile, daniela has stopped crying and wiped the rest of her tears, and a grin grows on her face at your words and her daughter's response.
“oh yeah,” daniela interjects herself into the conversation. “let me show you how to really smoke. not whatever plastic bottle bullshit you're probably using. the plastic bottle way is so bad for you.”
“you say that like it isn't bad in general,” you tell your wife, rolling your eyes.
“okay miss perfect, you sound like megan’s girlfriend in the beginning,” daniela retorts.
“oh my god, don't.” you shake your head, groaning. “you can't even compare me to that! megan was her first everything. at least i was grown when i met you. they were kids!”
“they were the same age as us!”
“i’m so confused,” valentina mumbles.
“don't worry.” daniela says, nudging valentina’s shoulder. “just old people reminiscing.”
“we're not old!” you scold.
“sorry, mi reina.” daniela bows her head before lifting it back up.
“anyways.” you look back at valentina. “do you understand everything now, sweetie?”
“yeah.” val nods. “do you guys have any pictures from then?”
daniela looks at you, and you shake your head with a little sigh. “i’m sure papí can find them somewhere.”
“yes i can!” daniela grins.
“great,” you mumble.
daniela laughs, grabbing val’s hand and pulling her up off the couch to go find the photo albums she hadn’t shown yet. you smile watching them scurry off into the bedroom, shaking your head again. what a perfect little family you had, you wouldn’t change it for anything.
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FORYOU ⓘ ur attempt at viral couple trends on tiktok with the kats is nothing less than beautiful chaos 🐬 ── ꒰ f! reader. fluff. some suggestive. coarse language ꒱
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[ ♪ ] bare minimum ── or 𝓅r𝒾ncess treatment ?
you're setting up the countdown as manon squats at the edge of the pool, dipping a toe into the water only to jerk it back with a groan. yeah, she might be a bit of a drama queen, but it is freezing─you felt it this morning and all you can say is that the sun's an absolute traitor.
"manz...you're sure you don't wanna take that off?" you ask for the hundredth time today, nodding at her full sweat set and all the jewelry she has on.
she shrugs, shooting you a smirk, "imma get them all right anyways."
sure she is.
"uh huhhh," you grin, knowing that even if she does get every question correct (which is a good 0.0000001% chance), you'd still push her in at the end of all this, "whatever helps you sleep at night."
"i sleep great at night," she retorts as you start the tiktok, tripod placed so it's pointing at her face.
manon's smile is practically splitting her face in half and you shake your head, already itching to wipe that smug smirk off her face. "okay first one: holding the door─"
"BARE MINIMUM!" she interrupts, adding in a, "is it supposed to be this easy?" not even a millisecond later.
"don't be getting cocky now," you grin, "that was warm up. second, buying her flowers without a reason."
this time, her brows furrow in thought and she considers it for a moment. "bare minimum?"
"is that a question or your answer?" you ask, to which she winces and replies, "answer."
you narrow your eyes and manon lets out a nervous laugh, trying to inch away from the edge of the pool before you laugh, "you're right, you're right, chill. third...tying her shoes for her."
"uhhhh, bare minimum?"
"nope!" you sing as she protests with a, "what? but it's─AH!"
you don't let her finish and with one firm, well-aimed push to the shoulder, it's over for her. she looks like a cartoon character slipping on a banana peel, arms flailing before she topples back and hits the water with a world record splash, her laugh dissolving into bubbles underwater.
manon surfaces, hair plastered to her forehead as she gasps, hauling herself back onto the ledge. "HOW IS─"
"shhh, you can't argue with the ref," you laugh, watching her crouch back down with an insanely exaggerated roll of her eyes before you add, "getting on your knees is pretty extra to me."
"it's not like i don't get on my knees any─"
"next! paying for my nails."
there's a defiant glint in her eyes as she answers, "princess treatment...who'd wanna do that for you."
she already braces herself the moment those words leave her mouth, laughing as your hand connects with her side. this splash is bigger, much bigger, and you're pretty sure she's trying to cannonball just to drench you too.
she climbs out, dripping with water and pure pettiness. you toss a towel straight at her face, continuing your bombardment of questions. from then on, she doesn't even think. every answer is princess treatment! followed by the fattest grin you've ever seen, even for the most obvious bare minimum thing.
she's committed to the bit too, making each splash larger and larger, to the point where you have to walk ten steps off camera just to not get absolutely soaked.
"this is the last one," you sigh, "remembering your anniversary."
"princess treatment," manon smiles innocently, refusing to break whatever dumb streak she has going on.
you don't even get the satisfaction of the final shove. because in one fluid motion, she reaches towards you, her hand catching your wrist as she pulls you back with her.
you stumble, trying to rebalance, but it's too late and gravity is not on your side. you're surrounded by cold water in seconds and you can feel the warmth of her arms wrapped around your side and the faint vibration of her laughter against your chest as you both sink.
you surface and before you can even take a breath or open your mouth to cuss at her, she presses a finger over your lips. her face is right next to yours, the water droplets clinging to her long eyelashes like dew on grass.
"wait, wait, wait, hear me out," manon says, dragging you closer by your wet shirt, and with a soft kick at your ankles, she knocks your feet out from under you. you float and she gathers you up bridal style, one hand brushing the wet hair from your eyes, the two of you smiling like idiots as the sun slowly warms the rest of the pool up.
"i still think all of them are princess treatment─" manon adds as you mutter underneath your breath about how goddamn stubborn she is. "─cause princess treatment is bare minimum when it's you."
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user04┆my standards are so high now help user05┆MANZY/N CONTENT WE WONNN user06┆is she bothering you queen? user07┆look at her bigass smile user08┆bro is right where she wants to be user09┆they ARE married user10┆new cheat code
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[ ♪ ] asking my gf ragebait questions
you're filming in the car, legs crossed on the driver's seat with megan as passenger princess on your right, the phone propped up on the dash. "mei, remember the more you think, the worse it is, okay," you grin, hitting record, "just answer."
the beeps count you down and you introduce the tiktok before reading the first question off your list. "alright, if we broke up tomorrow, would you get back with your ex?"
she gives you a disgusted look, before letting out a emphasized "no" like it's a slur. "why would i do that─obviously i'd be too busy tryna get back with you."
oh!
your brows scrunch together in confusion. "megan...i would be your ex..."
there's a short pause before "ohhhh─wait, are these trick questions?" she asks, tilting her head, "then i wouldn't break up with you in the first place."
you know what...it's the thought that counts. you're starting to feel like you might be the one getting baited today instead. "moving on," you laugh a little at how that definitely was not the strongest start. "do you love me cause i'm pretty or am i pretty cause you love me?"
megan looks absolutely stumped and you want to laugh. "ummmm," she sits up straighter and you can see the gears turning in her head trying to pick out the right answer (if there even is one).
"obviously i love you. and obviously you're really pretty─i think i love you cause you're pretty but you're prettier cause i love you, because the way i feel for you makes everything better...so you're the prettiest cause i'm the one looking."
if this were a cartoon, you swear there'd be a big giant red question mark over your head right now. "dude, count how many times you said pretty in the last sentence," you laugh.
"not enough," she grins with a shrug, "i gotta tell you that more often. okay, next," she says, trying to peer over at the next question.
"patience, patience," you push her head back, "would you rather have never met me, or would you rather break up with me right now?"
"what kinda questions are these," megan laughs, thinking for a second or two. "i guess i'd rather have never met you."
"wow, that's harsh," you grin, already plotting how you're planning to annoy her.
"NO! let me finish─" she panics, "i would've rather not have met you so i could find you and fall in love all over again."
there's a moment of silence as you process what she said (you're pretty sure she's processing it too because there's no way she actually thought about this). you tap your head with a nod and a hum as she flashes you a smile, adding in a, "did i cook or what?"
"yeah, you were kinda smart with that one," you admit, scrolling to find the next question.
"kinda?"
"ugh, you were smart with that one. happy?" you ask as she nods. "okay genius, if you were blindfolded in a room with 100 girls, how would you tell which one's me?"
"i'd call your name?" megan guesses.
"why are you in a room with 100 girls in first place mei," you lift your eyebrow in faux suspicion as stares at you in shock.
"cause you put me in there?"
"who said i put you in there? you're lying now?" you fake gasp, watching her rack her brain for an answer.
"what? no! oh my god...i don't know..." she buries her head in her hands with a groan. "can we skip please."
you laugh, patting her thigh as she sinks down into the car seat. "last one, would you rather kiss someone else for a million dollars or kiss me for one dollar?"
without a second of hesitation she answers, "i'd rather kiss you."
and as much as your heart melts out of pure joy in hearing that, you still hit her back with the, "WHAT ABOUT THE MONEY?? a million dollars─you're telling me you wouldn't take one for the team?"
megan's mouth is open in shock. "well...then i guess i'd give someone else a little peck for the money and spoil you for the rest of our life?"
"so you'd kiss someone else?" you jaw drops as you pretend to be shocked.
"NO, no, no, no," she panics, waving her hands out in front of her, "no, i would never."
"then why'd you say it?" you laugh, not being able to hold it in anymore.
"cause─cause you said you wanted the money!" she exclaims in pure exasperation.
"yeah, but this is a you question not a me question," you grin and megan looks so done with you. "so what's your answer?"
"ummm...then i'd kiss you," she says, turning to face you, "but─get this─i'd kiss you a million times so then we'd also get the money and i get to kiss you," she says excitedly.
damn. this might be the only correct answer and you have to admit you didn't even think of it yourself. "i guess you pass," you say, the fattest grin spreading across your face as you reach over to pull her in for a kiss.
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user06┆WRITE THESE DOWN QUICK user07┆gf pro max user08┆sybau (first time ragebaiting kinda nervous) user09┆harvard is calling user10┆my man said this is ai
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[ ♪ ] who's most likely to ? ── challenge
you and dani are standing in the middle of the living room, holding your largest throw pillows and ready the smack the life out of each other as "who's more likely to challenge" flashes across the screen.
originally, you'd been planning to do the tortilla slap challenge trend with your mouths full of water, but you already know she'd start laughing before you were even two seconds in.
and you'd rather not have her spit all over you for the next couple minutes, so as much as she begged you to do the it so you could eat them after, you had to resort to this.
the sound reads out, "who was interested first?" as dani immediately throws her hands up in surrender, bracing herself for impact.
you wind up the pillow, whipping it straight at her face as she laughs and drops her jaw in mock offence. "this is how you're gonna thank m─"
she's cut off by the next question: "who said i love you first?"
you both simultaneously swing your pillows at each other and they collide at the same time. "dani! you said it," you deadpan as she tilts her head, "no, YOU did. remember, in atlanta?"
you laugh, not remembering anything about atlanta at all and instead thinking of that one tiktok sound that goes i met you in california, you told me you loved me in georgia where someone gets pinned to a wall.
before she can say anything else, your phone plays out, "who's more protective?" interrupting the two of you.
before dani can even finish processing the question, your pillow is already flying back at her face. you hit her pretty hard this time and she stands back up, hand running through her hair as she side eyes you with a glare.
but, as the saying goes─karma really is a bitch, because the next question is "who cleans more?" and she cuffs you back 20 times harder, hard enough that you fall backwards onto the bed with a laugh.
"who eats the most?" the phone plays and you curl up into a ball, trying to shield your head as dani lifts the pillow behind her head, jumping up and wwe slamming it on you.
she's kneeling over your body─you're currently in fetal position─as she gives you a couple more bonus hits, albeit, a little softer this time around.
"who spends the most money?"
you try to swing back at her in defence, but she quite literally has the upper hand and at this point it's more of a straight out pillow fight jiu jitsu kind of face off rather than you guys going hit for hit like you saw the normal people on tiktok do.
"dani! dani, stop," you gasp out in between giggles as the sound continues playing the questions. "who is more likely to start an argument?"
again, you're both landing hits at each other, laughter spreading contagiously in the room. "who falls asleep first?"
again.
you want to open your mouth to object─she's always been the one to fall asleep first. if you're ever watching a movie together, she's passed out within the first half hour, even when she begs that you guys watch it and pinky swears she'll stay up this time.
and even at night, this girl is knocked out in genuinely five seconds and you swear she could fall asleep anywhere.
while you're semi distracted, dani tanks your pillow straight to the face, a sacrifice, as she drops hers and opts out to tickle you instead. your biggest, one and only weakness.
"wait, please, please, dani," you laugh, trying to wriggle your way out of her grasp as quickly as you can. "please, i'm sorry─NOO─please."
your hands are flying everywhere, trying to push her off, legs kicking in desperation as the she tries to dodge everything and continue her assault at the same time.
before you can piss yourself or start crying, sophia walks in, placing her groceries on the ground as she takes in the scene.
it's the two of you, breathless and disheveled, pillows scattered across the room as you both glance at her with the guiltiest look ever. "what'd i miss?" she asks, approaching the two of you right as your phone plays out the last question: "who is more annoying?"
you share a smirk for a single millisecond and almost as if your minds truly are connected, you and dani both pick up the nearest pillows in unison, swinging them at sophia as she tries to run away with a "hey! HEY!"
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user05┆SOPHIA BRO user06┆if you look closely you can see me by the door crying user07┆video 👥 watcher 👤 user08┆🖕 user09┆id be protective too if i scored a 10/10 user10┆this 😭 is 😭 so 😭 cute 😭
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[ ♪ ] blue + red =
you're currently sitting in the backseat of lara's car outside mcdonalds─the two of you going through your mini 1 am haul. there's a mcflurry that she's trying not to drip all over the place, large fries, mccrispy strips, a frozen fanta blue raspberry for her, and a frozen fanta strawberry for you.
earlier on that night, she'd been lying across your lap, the two of you doomscrolling on her ipad together when the tiktok showed up on your for you page.
it was the trend where one person showed their blue tongue and the other showed their red, before they both hit a transition and flexed their purple tongues together.
and of course, of course, she wanted to jump on it the moment she found out it involved kissing you. how could she even think of passing up the chance?
that's why right now, lara's going to town on the slushie, which is an insanely artifical neon blue that's dying her tongue the colour of a smurf and you're almost through your own red drink. "ready?" you ask, taking one last sip.
"maybe we should practice a bit before," she grins, "just in case, y'know?"
"just in case my ass. go get your phone."
"yes ma'am." she stretches to the driver's seat, unplugging her phone from the usb port where it's currently charging, opening the app and setting it up in front of you.
"blue's first─so you go," you instruct, pressing record.
the song starts playing after your five second countdown: when you're blue... and lara smirks, flashing her blue tongue for a second as the lyrics continue. ...i'm red... you show your tongue that's stained a cherry red before pausing the clip.
"is this actually gonna work?" you ask with full skepticism, "no way."
lara shrugs, leaning a little closer and pulling you in by the drawstrings of your oversized hoodie─technically, her oversized hoodie (that's yours now). "only one way to find out," she grins.
she pulls you in for a quick kiss and you can just barely taste the blue raspberry, the flavour mingling with your own strawberry one. the combo is so good, you have to make a mental note to mix your drinks together afterwards because they're just that much better together.
either that or you must really, really, really like kissing her. probably a little bit of both.
when you pull away, she sticks her tongue out at you. "did it work?" she asks and you shake your head no.
it's still as blue as the facebook logo and even if you were colourblind, you'd still probably be able to tell it's too many shades away to be purple. "see?" you laugh, "told ya."
"noooo, we just didn't try hard enough," she insists, a determined glint in her eyes. "i think we gotta go for longer."
"lara...i'm not making out with you in front of a mcdonalds."
"why not?" she whines, but she's still cheesing insanely hard. "it's for the tiktok."
and just like every day with her, you find yourself giving in. i mean, who wouldn't be a sucker for a face like hers─especially when she adds in a c'mon, please? with those eyes.
your second attempt is a lot more enthusiastic, a proper kiss that makes the world spin a little. when you break apart, a little breathless, you stick your tongues out in sync.
still blue. still red.
"the hell?" lara squints, opening the camera to front view. "are we doing somethin' wrong?"
you grab your phone and do a quick search. "ohhh," you read, "it says you're just supposed to drink some of the other person's thing after...like you just do a swap."
there's a beat of silence and lara's face drops into one of pure betrayal and disappointment. "seriously? that's cheating. bro, that's so lame. that's not romantic at all."
"it's realistic," you grin.
"no!" she says, shaking her head passionately and you're not sure if she's trying to convince you more or herself. "we just need a better kiss."
"a better kiss?" you raise your eyebrow. "are you saying my kissing's the problem?"
"i'm just saying," she argues, playfully nudging your shoulder. "you have to do it like you mean it."
"i'm not doing this just so our tongues can turn a different shade of fake fruit flavour, lara," you groan to which she teasingly shakes her head and adds in "loser."
still laughing, you pick up the blue slushie cup. you hold her gaze, tipping the container back, taking a long, dramatic gulp of the ice. the cold sweetness floods your mouth and you swallow, sticking your tongue out at her. a perfect, vibrant purple.
lara tsks, "you cheater."
"come onnn," you hand her the cup, "your turn. we gotta finish the video cause i wanna eat before it gets cold," you say, nodding at the tenders that are calling your name.
she grumbles, but chugs the rest of your red drink, leaving her tongue an identical shade of purple. she looks so adorably pissed about it. "see?" you say, pulling her in by the waist for one last, quick, purple kiss. "we make a great team."
"team of cheaters," she says under her breath, though she's smiling like an idiot as you record the final shot─the two of you with your purple tongues, clip farming while the audio finishes: i wanna kiss your neck and make you purple all over.
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user05┆i wanna do this trend soooo bad user06┆what did they use? user07┆slushies probably user08┆or jolly ranchers user09┆ion een curr fr user10┆AWWW
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[ ♪ ] spin 15 x then kiss !
the only problem with what was supposed to be a fun two person trend, is sophia's competitive streak─which is quite literally the size of a planet and currently laser-focused on the tiktok you're currently making.
you'd joked around with her before that she'd definitely be the one to get dizzy first and obviously that did not sit well with her.
"me? yeah right," she'd said in pure disbelief, "i'll last longer than you any day, i'll prove it."
i'll prove it. last time she said something like this was during her handstand competition with yoonchae where she got absolutely humbled then proceeded to beg for a rematch every single hour of the following week.
so, you being you, obviously agreed to her little refined version of the trend: one person stands still while the other spins fifteen times and tries to kiss them and whoever's the most accurate and less shaky wins.
and when you'd asked what the prize was, she'd put it on bragging rights and ego─in her mind, stakes larger than any other you could possibly think of.
"okay, who first?" you ask, setting up her phone on a stack of books and putting it on 2x speed.
"you are," she grins, already positioning herself in frame, "gotta study your technique or whatever."
you roll your eyes so hard you see your own brain, but still take your spot on the rug. she counts you down with a 3,2,1, go! and the first few spins are perfectly fine.
just as you're about to comment on how easy this actually is and how everyone on tiktok's just faking it for clout, on spin eight, the whole room turns into a blue of colour. and by spin twelve, you're pretty sure the world is tilting and shaking side to side with you. you hit fifteen and stagger to a stop, the ceiling feeling like where the floor should be.
through the haze, you can see sophia. or rather, you can see her smug smirk─the one she wears when she's confident she'll win. "i'm waiting," she teases.
you will with everything in you that the room stays put and take one careful step. it's like the room is trying to throw you sideways, and just as you're about to stumble into a shelf, your hands reach out and find her shoulders. grateful for the save (though it'll definitely be points off in her books), you lean in and kiss her.
it's a little off centre, more corner of the mouth than not, but it's still stable. you'd give it a good 8.5/10 which is fair enough given you managed not to faceplant. you pull back, closing your eyes and trying to steady yourself again. "see? not so bad."
she's got her competitive face on. "okay, okay, so it's easy," she says triumphantly, "my turn!"
you get the tiktok recording going for her and the second she starts, you can already tell she's going too fast, like she's trying to win the spin itself. she hits fifteen, stumbles, and slams to a stop, eyes wide and unfocused. "whoa," she breathes, almost falling backwards, "okay."
"you gonna make it?" you grin.
"obviously." she squints and lurches forward, nearly running herself straight into the wall.
you put your hands up to catch her, and she crashes into you, arms wrapping around your body for balance. her attempted kiss lands on your jawline and you laugh out a loud, celebratory, "I WON!"
sophia clings to you, laughing. "the floor moved, i swear."
"excuses, excuses."
"it did! i felt it. we have to do a rematch right now."
"soph, you can't even see straight," you joke, trying to stand her up on her own.
"yes i can, i'm already recovered─see, look," she pushes off you, stumbling back, and before you can say anything, she starts spinning again.
which is a disaster, you already know it's going to be. you finished your fifteen turns a long time ago, and you can still feel it even now. and on spin five, she's already tilted sideways with worse footing than a drunk.
she groans and on the next half pivot, she collides straight into you. you don't catch her so much as you become her landing pad─the both of you falling down in a mess of limbs on the rug, the air knocking out of you.
"you," you wheeze, "are the worst at this."
"oops," sophia grins, pushing herself up on her elbows and she's smiling so big it takes up her whole face. "trend's not over, though. you still owe me a kiss."
"i don't owe you anyth─"
she cuts you off with a soft press of her lips to yours. its slow and a little clumsy because both your heads are still reeling, but it's so sweet it makes your chest ache.
when she pulls back, resting her forehead against yours, you can't help but smile. "y'know you lost. again."
"did i though?" she whispers, her lips brushing yours as she speaks, "i got three free kisses so i'd count that as a win any day."
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user03┆may this kinda love attack me fr user04┆manifesting user05┆sophia really out here falling for y/n user06┆@ user67 should we do this user07┆closed the app and cried my lonely ahh to bed user08┆😔✊ user09┆my iron deficiency would give out by spin 2 user10┆yeah yeah wtv man
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[ ♪ ] imposter challenge ── ft. the kats
all seven of you are gathered around someone's phone─either dani or yoonchae's, you can't tell. the tiktok shows the word "cheese" in big green letters over all your heads except for yoonchae, who's dubbed with "imposter" in red.
"okay, we're gonna go in a circle," megan announces, sitting criss cross apple sauce on the ground, "one word related to the word and after we'll guess the imposter. and also, don't make it obvious," she instructs.
lara, on the furthest right, starts off with, "uhhh─diary of a wimpy kid."
there's a simultaneous mmm across the room and the cheese touch from that book is too elite of a pull for lara to be the fake so you mentally scratch off her name in your head.
manon goes next with, "swiss!" which is also genius cause of swiss cheese and the fact that she is from switzerland, which would probably throw the imposter off.
dani goes with...knife? which is definitely an questionable choice. when you all give her suspicious glances, she follows it up with a, "think about it, think about it," which does not make it any better.
sophia goes with "craft," and you're about to call her out because how on earth does craft relate to cheese, before she quickly adds in, "but...spelled differently."
ohhhh. kraft. kraft mac n cheese. leave it to her to come up with something so creative and genius.
yoonchae thinks for a short moment and follows after. "young."
there's a huge awkward pause while you guys all think. manon's eyebrows furrow for a moment before she speaks. "i mean─technically, there's old and young if you wanna call it that, so..."
you're wondering if she means aged versus fresh cheese, but either way, it seems more likely of a response than whatever dani thought she was doing with knife.
but, little do you guys know, yoonchae has absolutely no idea at all what the word is. she's currently thinking it's "school" because lara named a book, manon named one of the smartest countries in the world, dani named board as in school board, and sophia named arts and crafts.
you continue with, "string" as in cheese string and just pray everyone clocks it and megan finishes round one with "mild."
by the end of this, everyone thinks dani is the imposter, to which she tries her best to protest but it's just her and manon yelling at each other trying to accuse each other of being the odd one out.
round two starts off strong with lara and "cake," as in cheesecake, you would like to assume, followed by manon and "holes."
you're not even counting both of them as an options to vote out because they've been dropping some really specific words and the two of them look far too confident to be pretending.
now for dani, who you're watching very, very closely. she hesitates for a moment before saying, "cream," with full confidence.
...okayyy. you can see where she's trying to go with that─either with cream cheese or dairy so maybe she's not the imposter?
yoonchae grins and says, "cow," and none of you bat an eye at that. she's realized by now that the word probably isn't school and she's fully guessing cow because you guys have named stuff with dairy products, and also lara saying "diary" at the start of this made her think of the word dairy.
you and megan end off with "mouse," and "wheel," and by the end of the second round, everyone still has their eyes and votes set on dani, to her discontent.
"guys!" she throws her arms up in desperation, "i'm telling you, it's not me! i swear. you just have to think about them."
"mhmmm," sophia instigates as they start bickering like an old married couple before deciding to go one more round.
lara and manon go with grate and crackers and dani, to everyone's shock, says "whiz," so now you're only 30% sure she's the imposter. but you're still going to vote for her because she's had the least consistent and most questionable answers out of everyone here.
yoonchae hits you guys with, "smile" which honestly is genius and the best word you've heard being said today.
you and megan finish with "groceries," and "yellow," and the moment the two of you finish, everyone already starts yelling out who they think the imposter is, which so far, it sounding like "dani, dani, it has to be dani, it's dani!"
she's just given up, staring straight into the camera with a straight face as megan announces, "okay, the word was cheese. so who was it?"
you're fully expecting dani to admit it's her then be salty about it for the rest of the week, but then out of the corner of your eye, you catch yoonchae's evil, plotting grin, before she raises her hand. "me!"
"WHAT??" manon gasps as dani throws her hands up as if to say i told you so and the rest of you are still trying to process how it could possibly be her.
"wait, how'd you know to say smile if you didn't know it was cheese," lara questions her.
"i don't know," she smiles innocently, "i saw all of you smiling so i just randomly said that cause i didn't know what it was."
a collective bro... spreads around the room before manon laughs and nudges dani, "i can't believe you lost a word game to someone who doesn't even speak english as her first language."
"meret─" dani's eye twitches, "shut─"
"WOAH, woah, woah," sophia butts in, "let's end the video first. say cheese and say bye to the eyekons!" she jokes.
"ha ha. funny," you adds with a straight face, even though in the next second all seven of you are cheesing as hard as possible at the camera and waving your goodbyes.
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user01┆knife question mark user02┆CHEESE TOUCH user03┆legendary pull user04┆how yoonchae was moving saying smile
user05┆young cheese 😭😭 user06┆"meret" lmao user07┆manon and sophia ragebait is insane user08┆double whammy user09┆never seen yoonchae smile this hard user10┆pro gaslighting
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꣑꣒ ⋆｡˚ ❪ 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕 ❫ pairing. megan skiendiel x 7th member 𝒻! reader ✴︎ fluff ──── little moments where everybody can tell megan is whipped—and the katz making fun of it *wink* / disclaimer. down bad!megan, puppy!megan, clingy af, suggestive content wc. 6k notes. happy christmas/holidays everybody, here's my gift for y'all 🫶🏻🫶🏻
The floor tiles were cold against your bare feet, sending chills down your spine when you first step on it. The faint hum of the microwave fills the sound along with the birds singing outside. You're only wearing an oversized shirt you stole from Megan and a pair of boxers Dani let you borrow.
Breakfast was served on the table, but you decided to cook for yourself, just to complicate this morning further, said Lara, who was munching on her food as she scrolled through her feed. Dani was also, there, she was eating while staring at a blank point in the wall, sleep caging her body for a few seconds before letting her take another bite of her meal.
Sophia cooked, but now she was showering after eating her food, the sound of the shower adding to the somehow relaxing noises of the morning. It made you feel cozy, you began to assimilate these sounds as home, something that grounded you and said that you weren't alone in this tough morning.
Yesterday wasn't the greatest day for Katseye. Rehearsal had a lot of mistakes due to exhaustion and the harsh words got to everyone's soul, the usual bright and playful air brought down. Sophia obviously made sure to sing her praises to all of her members before going to sleep, a rule that has never been said, but it became a habit in those tough days that weren't planned to go right.
Today, the air kept the tension that was felt in that room. Daniela was mentally punishing herself for messing up while Lara tried to drown her thoughts by keeping busy, wether watching different mukbangs or doom scrolling without even checking the videos.
It hurt you seeing them this way, but it happened before, so you knew it was bound to be better. Rough days always served as a reminder that you were allowed to be humans, that you can mess up and emerge victorious at the same time. So you pushed the thoughts aside and focused on making your pancakes as fluffy as possible, your phone laying on the counter as you watched a Japanese tutorial.
While you were cooking, the light footsteps coming from the hallway announced a new presence. Megan, who's hair was still tussled and eyes were barely open, which caused her to bump into some things in the way, was making her way to you, brows knitted together in a 'Why did you leave bed so early' manner.
"Look who woke up!" Lara said, voice full of tease and excitement. "The sleeping beauty. Weird you woke up so soon." Lara took the opportunity to tease her best friend, poking her side when Megan was close enough to the table, somehow bumping with the corner of it, wincing slightly as the sharp edge poked her skin.
"Careful." Dani said, her gaze still lost somewhere in the wall, eyebags decorating her face, a sleepless night told with only one feature.
"Mm." Was all Megan could mutter.
She kept dragging her feet until she reached you, the back of her hand rubbing her eye, keeping one open, enough to see you with her shirt, and what she believed was nothing underneath. She stopped dead in her tracks, her lips slightly parting, sucking a sharp breath.
You turned your head when you heard her breath hitch, a playful smile on your face as you bump her with your hip. "What you looking at?" You tease, your smile growing into a grin when she opens her mouth, only to close it back and reopen it again, words stuck on her throat.
"You look so beautiful..." Her voice was small, but it was still loud enough for the duo to hear, making Lara eyes widen slightly, her thumb hovering over a button on her phone. Meanwhile, Daniela somehow managed to freeze even when she gave no movement, her gaze now looking at you both sideways.
"Whipped." Lara muttered, to which Daniela answered by giving her a small smack on her arm, biting her bottom lip to keep the laughing from spilling.
"Am I dreaming?" She could of said it as something flattering, her way of flirting even in a zombie like state, but the genuine confusion in her voice made you pout in tenderness. She wasn't even awake, she still was draped in sleep, only getting out of bed when she couldn't feel the warmth of your body, only the smooth sheet that conserved part of you heat under the palm of her hand.
"I don't think so." You reply, voice soft and quiet, fingers playing with one of her pink strands before tucking it behind her ear. The action alone had Megan blushing the same color as her hair and the girls rolling her eyes so hard you might think they actually reached the back of their head.
"Good. Yeah. Cool." Megan repeated, slowly nodding, which only causes her to get sleepier. Your hand reaches for the back of her head, softly pushing until her forehead is in contact with your shoulder, eyes fluttering shut.
"You guys are so corny." Lara says. "They're actually cute." Daniela counterattacks, eyebrows turning down as she gives her friend a very annoyed side eye. Lara only rolls her eyes before continuing to eat her breakfast.
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Rehearsal was tough. Everybody was tired, your limbs felt like they were about to fall and your muscles screamed for rest. Exhaustion was catching up to you slowly, firstly by tiring your body, lastly by making you mess up the choreo a couple times, feeling a little bit lightheaded.
"Okay, that's enough! Take a twenty minutes break!" The choreographer said as he reached for his water bottle, taking a long sip, gulping the water loudly. It made you smile, knowing even the choreographer was exhausted, his eyelids threatening to shut.
You sat against the mirror, back leaning against the much needed cold of the glass. Megan sat beside you, like a lost puppy following the person they consider the safest, knees brushing together, a subtle smile painting on her face.
Manon and Dani sat in a corner, the latina's head resting on the ghanaian woman, both lost on their phones. Sophia was recharging her water bottle on the hallway. Yoonchae and Lara were both snickering together as they scrolled through the indian's Instagram feed.
"You tired?" Megan's attempt to initiate a conversation reminds you of a teenage boy trying to talk to their crush. And somehow that's what Megan was dealing with right now. She still had a massive crush on you, despite breaking that barrier a long time ago. She still wasn't used to be dating you.
"I think we all are, Meg." You mutter, voice hoarse, eye tired, your eyelids falling, and you try to keep them open.
"Right." She nods to herself, rubbing her hands on her grey sweatpants, a nervous habit she had everytime she felt like she messed up.
You cover her hands, rubbing your thumb across her knuckles. Your head hits the mirror, lazily tilted for her to be in your view, a small appreciative smile plastered on her face.
"You look good in grey sweatpants." The tone of the conversation changed, and the tension increased between the two of you. Megan took a moment to look at the wooden floor before looking up at you, eyes slightly wide, eyebrows shooting up once she gets what you mean.
"Oh—Oh!" She says, the accentuated grey making more sense in her mind. "But," She starts, eyebrows know together in confusion. "I don't have a dick." Confused, she says, looking down at her crotch as if to confirm she actually doesn't have a cock.
"You still look good." You wink at her, and the pink hue that covers her cheek can be seen from a mile away, her face holding a new glow, eyes darting around the room, avoiding to look at you as much as she can.
After that day, Megan use of grey sweatpants increased. She mostly used them for rehearsal, but she also started to wander around the house with them. She even bought new ones so she didn't have to use the same one. She was dedicated, waiting for your compliments everytime she entered the room, a habit that you unintentionally started, but didn't know of.
This specific day, you still haven't complimented her looks with the now iconic grey sweatpants, and she was visibly upset about it, a small pout adorning her face as she held her head low, avoiding to look at you. You instantly knew something was wrong with her, but when you were about to get up, the choreographer clapped his hands, calling everyone to stand in the center of the room.
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Rehearsal went great that day, everybody felt light, the atmosphere was tranquil and cozy, and despite the heat, all of you felt relaxed and cool.
You sat on the couch next to Megan, her knees where brushing against her chest, arms enveloping her legs, head held low. Your brows knitted together, trying to decipher what was wrong with her, but you found no reason. 'Maybe she had a bad day?' 'Maybe I did something?' 'But what could I have done that upset her?' Many thoughts rushed into your mind, swirling around until Daniela's voice pulled you out of the gutter.
"Didn't you wear those pants yesterday?" The latina questioned, looking confused as she inspected the clothe from her spot next to the couch.
Megan perked up, looking at the fabric then up at Dani. "Yeah, why?"
"Did you washed them at least?" She teased, but Megan wasn't in the mood. "It's a new one!" She squeaked, rolling her eyes once the latina started to giggle.
"You always use them." Sophia commented, biting a piece out of her protein bar, entertained by teasing the Chinese.
"At least she looks very good in them." It was a fleeting comment, you didn't think much of it, but when you saw Megan's whole face light up, you knew you found what made her upset. A wicked smile creeped up on your face when the happiness gets back to her, making her shine in a way she stands out.
Sophia noticed since her smile grow wider, but she didn't say anything, probably saving Megan from more teasing. Daniela was still oblivious and rolled her eyes at your comment. "Of course you would say that." She huffed.
"What I don't look good with them?" Megan fired back, eyebrows leaning together as a feigned anger takes control of her cute face.
"No!—I mean, yes—Wait, ugh!" Daniela's head falls as she covers her face with both hands, rubbing as if the words would magically appear in her tongue. Megan's face in contoured in indignation, mouth hanging open as she scoffs.
"Wow!" She says, a teasing smile turning up the corners of her mouth as she sees her friend trying to get her words right.
"I didn't mean that, come on." Her head snapped up, her feline eyes staring at Megan as if she personally offended her.
"Why are you mad at me?" The Chinese exclaimed, pointing both hands at her chest, her indignation only growing.
"Okay, girls, enough." Sophia clapped her hands, trying to hold back a grin as she shook her head, signaling for them to stop bickering. "Let's not fight for petty shit."
"We're having fun!" Both Megan and Dani said almost simultaneously, their head snapping to Sophia's spot, enough for you to wince, thinking they got whiplash.
"Okay, okay." Sophia backtracked, holding both hands in defense, the corner of her lips turning down as she shrugs.
While all this chaos unraveled, you could only smile like an idiot, enjoying the bickering between your girlfriend and your friend, a couple giggles left your chest here and there, but you were quickly shut when the door bust opened.
Manon and Lara, who both went to the bathroom, probably losing track of time as they gossiped between them, barging through the door, both in a fit of giggles that made four pair of eyes fall on them almost instantly.
"Sorry." Manon said between her hysterical, static like laugh, holding a hand up as the other leans against the door, looking for balance.
"What's so funny?" Daniela said, placing both hands on her hips, head tilted and brows furrowed.
"Nothing, nothing." Lara managed to say once she gained control of her laugh, shaking her head in a 'You wouldn't understand' way.
"Oh come on!" Daniela protested, lips jutting out, hating to feel left out.
After a couple more seconds Manon was able to calm down, walking a few wobbly steps before flopping down on the couch, spreading her legs until they pushed Megan's, both arms on the back of the couch.
"Careful." Megan said.
"Sorry." Manon pushed her legs a little bit together, still man spreading, just enough for Megan to not complain.
Everybody sat in a comfortable silence for a while after that, letting the faint hum of the small fan Sophia carries on her purse—now in her hands—fill the room, footsteps and chatter coming from the hallway accompanying from time to time.
You nudged Megan rib with your elbow, looking at her with tired eyes and a smile that told her you were planning something. "Do you wanna go on a date?" You whispered, leaning closer to her until your breath hit that sensitive spot behind her ear, sending chills down her body, the back of your hand brushing the fabric of her shirt as your index played with the sewing of her neck. Your words were loud enough for her to hear, but somehow Manon was able to caught it, a cheesy grin plastering all over her face, gaining a side eye from Daniela.
"Yes!" The Chinese answered too quick, enthusiasm covering her words, her body jolting up as she straighten her back from excitement. "I mean—Uh—Yeah, sure." She slumped on the couch, her voice quiet, looking at the floor knowing the teasing that awaited for her.
"Damn." Lara was the first to jump in the train, eyes widening for a second, as if to say 'So excited, damn'. Then it was Manon, a wide grin on her lips as she nudged Megan's arm. "We get it, if Y/N asked me on a date I would also jump out of my seat." Somehow her smile managed to get bigger, looking like a kid who's having the time of their life.
You roll your eyes at all of this, taking her cold hands between yours before getting up from the couch, prompting for Megan to do as well. "Okay, we're gonna go before Megan turns into Dani's car." You winked at them before walking towards the door, a blushing Megan following your trail like a lost puppy, giving you a sweet smile once you looked back to check she was following.
It was when you reached for the door knob that the door was opened from the other side, a flushed Yoonchae, tired from rehearsal, standing on the other side as she comes back from her short walk to get fresh air.
"Hey, Chae." You wave your hand sympathetically before walking past her casually, Megan following behind after giving the Korean an apologetic smile.
"What happened?" Yoonchae asked, your footsteps vanishing along the hallway. She only received a wave of Lara's hand telling her not to worry.
"I told y'all. She's whipped." Manon talked once you were out of hearing, taking a deep breath before exhaling.
"What's whipped?" Yoonchae asked, brows knitting together in confusion, glancing at Lara who then proceeded to explain what the word meant, a curious Yoonchae nodding along every word.
"Oh, she's definitely whipped." Yoonchae had a victorious grin, proud of learning another word, mostly since she can use it to tease her friend.
That got a laugh out of the present in the room, a giggling Daniela patting the Korean's shoulder with excitement. "She's gonna use it for evil." She manages to say between chuckles, nodding as if giving her permission to do it, even if she could become a target.
"She'll sure do!" Manon says, a proud smile on her face, the same one a mother has when their kid put their bully on their place.
🪷
Megan's phone was propped against the pile of her hoodie and Daniela's. The comments started to flow mere seconds after the live started. Everybody was excited to see the duo together, and despite being announced as a short live, Eyekons will take whatever if it meant seeing Meizini together.
Both of them were sitting on a couch, legs brushing together since the space was tight. Megan was slurping on some ramen out of frame while Daniela made sure the live was on.
"Holaaa, chat." Dani said, waving an excited hand to the camera, a wide grin on her face.
user01 ┆ helloooo
user02 ┆ can you pleasee say my name???
user03 ┆ MEIZINI
user04 ┆ my parents are finally doing a live tg
Megan snorted at the comment, off camera. She knew most of them were joking, but she found it ridiculous when people would usually ship her with the latina. She never understood why, all she could think of was the insane chemistry she had with you and how people didn't seem to notice, resourcing to ship her with the rest of the members, even when she thought your chemistry exceeded all of the chemistry she could have with other people.
Daniela looked at her, a knowing smile in her face since she read the same comment as the Chinese. The latina leaned closer to the phone, eyes squinting as she tried to read the fast paced comments that were going wild, happy that their favorite duo was together for once and all.
Megan cut the long string of ramen before leaning back on the couch, in frame, chewing on her food before taking a long sip of sprite. "Hey, Eyekons" She said, voice low and sultry, eyes flirting with the camera unintentionally.
"Girl," Daniela started, side eyeing the younger. "Don't be flirting with the Eyekons now."
"I'm not flirting!" Her back lifted from the couch back, instantly straightening up at the comment, indignation taking control over her face. "You know I only have ey—" She quickly closed her mouth when she realized the words that were coming out of it, slamming a hand over mouth before placing it over her forehead, shutting her eyes tight as she hisses, already imagining the scolding she would receive from her manager and HYBE.
user05 ┆ HELLO????
user06 ┆ WHO'S THSI ABOUT
user07 ┆ is it bout jonah???
user08 ┆ girl wym jonah?? this is yuri
"Yeah, we both know you only have eyes for your ramen, now lay back and stop flirting." Dani tried to save the conversation, but it was useless, Twitter was filled with hashtags, TikTok and Instagram was flooded with the clip, people speculating about who it was.
Some ranged about Jonah, others about Dani, but deep down, everybody knew about who this belonged to.
If the situation wasn't bad already, the knock on the door brought bad news. The duo was startled by the sudden sound, Dani rolled her eyes and placed a hand over her chest, murmuring curses, meanwhile, Megan sunk in the corner of the couch, shrinking as she expects for Sophia to come through the door and scold both of them for lacking PR training.
But instead of a frowning leader, the door opened to reveal you in a tight graphic tee that hugged your curves just about right, baggy jorts that ended below your knee, and worn sneakers that looked like they went through better moments.
It wasn't revealing nor provocative, but for Megan, seeing how your shirt stuck to your skin, accentuating your waist, it was enough to make her flustered, cheeks adapting a pink hue, burning along the tip of her ears, lips parting as a sigh escapes her before she could stop it.
user09 ┆ i feel like i shouldn't be seeing this...
user10 ┆ good luck megan, sophia has no mercy 😞🤞🏻
user11 ┆ girl that's not sophia
user12 ┆ IS RHSI THE EPRSON SHE WSA YALKING ABTU
user13 ┆ @user12 girl are you having a seizure?
Daniela, throughout all of this, was trying not to laugh or gag at the reaction Megan had. Her eyes quickly drifted to the comments, a smirk threatening to take above her lips, quickly straighting them in a line, eyes focusing on you again.
"Is this fit fire?" You asked, oblivious to the phone perched on the bunch of hoodies, twirling for them to get a better view of the outfit from various angles.
"I, uh—I—Ahem, I, uhmm." Megan tried but not a single coherent sentence was capable of reaching her brain, all she could do is try and show you how starstruck she was by forgetting how communication worked, which she succeeded, a wide grin spreading across your face as you see her try and talk.
user14 ┆ HELLOO THAT'S Y/N
user15 ┆ ariana what are u doing here??
user16 ┆ she's fumbling guys
user14 ┆ she's updating guys
That comment alone was enough to send Daniela in a fit of giggles, a confused Megan looking at her and blushing even further, instantly looking away and becoming invested in the pattern the floor had.
"What?" You asked, eyebrows furrowing as your smile started to fade.
It was then when the phone came to your peripheral view, a low 'Ohhh' leaving your lips as you try and suppress your own giggles, an embarrassed Megan pleading with her eyes for you to not make it worse.
You decide to have mercy on her and quickly turn around to avoid seeing Daniela laughing hysterically, which always causes you to burst in laughter, even when things aren't funny.
"I guess—I guess I'm gonna go put my jewelry on." You mutter, taking quick steps towards the door.
You hesitate for a moment, but you briefly turn around to say a loud, "Thanks for the input, Megan." This sentence alone has her slamming her head against one of the cushions once you leave the room.
Daniela's able to regain composure, her arms wrapped around her stomach as it hurts from so much laughing. She pats Megan on her shoulder, a new rush of giggles threatening to come out as she sees the whipped state of her friend.
"You're whipped, Megan." She obviously decides to comment on it, but the teasing is short, a wide eye Megan looking at the phone sideways, which causes Daniela to lose all need of laughter, widening her eyes herself as she bites her bottom lip. "We're fucked." She mutters before quickly ending the live.
Not even minutes after the live, social media was flooded with the entire live, which was obviously deleted, but Eyekons knew better since the M&M incident, screen recording lives in fear they'll delete them after one of the members messes it up.
Obviously Megan and Dani were both scolded by their manager and a very, very angry and livid leader, who took the decision, along with superiors, to ban their use of Weverse for a couple weeks, only letting them post things related to work, but nothing else.
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Your steps were light against the floor, a blanket wrapped around your body, eyes sleepy and disheveled hair. You looked like a zombie, you knew that even before Lara started laughing when she saw you.
"Hello, sleeping beauty." She said, lifting her leg to place her chin on her knee, wrapping her leg with her hands, her voice high pitched as she tries to suppress more giggles.
You lift your middle finger, rolling your eyes, which only makes Lara burst in a fit of giggles, a sleepy Daniela looking at her sideways, as if she was crazy.
"Great fit you got going one, N/N." Manon joined, pointing at you with her finger and a nod, holding her mug on her other hand.
"I just woke up, what do you expect?" Your voice is hoarse, words slurring with sleepiness. Frustration was taking a hold of your body. Everytime you woke up early your patience was in it's lowest, which caused you to snap several times to Lara, who loved to tease you every time you woke up.
"Sorry, sorry." Manon said holding her hand up, giving up. Lara though, she kept trying to bring you to the edge, but after you shot her a very deadly glance, she shut up, suddenly becoming engrossed in whatever her feed was offering.
After managing to get Lara quiet, you dragged your feet to the fridge, a lazy hand opening it.
Everybody in the house knew your love for juice. They always made sure to have it in their fridge since everytime you woke up you would go straight to the fridge to look for said drink. It was like comfort, the freshness and sweetness of it was something you became addicted to.
There was one time where Sophia didn't manage to buy the juice in time, which was a huge mistake. You refused to leave your room until the drink was in the fridge, cold and fresh. Your stubbornness in the early hours of the day was being a pain in the ass for the girls, so they instantly send Megan to go buy it, knowing she won't refuse when it comes to you, running down the street to get the juice as if you could die without it—which you kind of believe it's true.
So when your sharp gasp cut through the silence, Daniela hid behind a cushion, Lara freezed, pulling the 'If I don't move, she can't see me', and Manon, Manon was already texting Megan to get her girl before the house turned into stubbornness.
"I swear there was juice last night!" You exclaimed, letting the blanket fall, revealing you in only an oversized shirt that belonged to Megan—emphasis on the belonged—and some black lace panty.
"You wear that to sleep?" Lara pointed at your legs, eyebrows shooting up, a wicked smirk creeping into her lips. "Or did you do something?" Her words held the venom of teasing, which was about to make you crash out, but thankfully for Lara, Megan quickly ran down the stairs, making Manon wince, fearing she might fall.
"Wow. Why are you in such a hurry?" Lara said, brows now knitting in confusion, her accusatory finger shifting to point at Megan.
"Because there's no juice left!" She said too quickly, sliding on her socks until she reached the rack containing the shoes of all the members.
She grabbed the first pair she found, quickly crouching and shoving her foot inside it. "I think those are Sophia's." Daniela pointed out. "She won't notice." Megan replied, sliding the other foot inside.
When she got up, you came into view. You were looking like that one time where Megan was called whipped for staring at you too long, speechless since you were only carrying her oversized shirt and one of her boxers, cooking dinner in a way that felt illegal, beauty irradiating from your body.
She did exactly the same, she freezed, her mouth hanging open as the rest of the girls tried to hold their laughter, watching the gears in her head work.
"Are you gonna stand there or look for juice?" Your voice was sharp, mean even, but Megan didn't care, she quickly recomposed and walked towards you, landing a brief kiss on your lips.
"I'll be quick, I promise." She whispered to you before jogging to the door and disappearing behind it, the soft click of the door sending a quiet, tense silence in the room.
"Whipped." Manon said, taking a sip of her drink.
"So whipped." Daniela followed.
"Mega whipped." Lara finished.
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Tour was absolute chaos. The first stops were full of anxiety, the fear of messing up and being unable to satisfy the fans expectations. But now, halfway through the tour, everybody was more laid-back, a more playful and chaotic atmosphere taking after every show, the bus buzzing with excitement and banter.
Everybody got comfortable by now. Soundcheck was always full of playfulness. Shows felt effortless. Everybody was having a good time—but there was someone who was having way more fun, you.
At first anxious and an overthinker, now you felt at home, every show felt less tense as time passed by. The whole group was comfortable, to a point where screaming Beyonce more than 14 times didn't felt like a challenge.
As you became to felt easy on stage, you felt your confidence and boldness grow. At first it was flirting glances you'll throw at one of the members, your favorite victims being Sophia and Manon, who would fold immediately despite being the one to make people fold.
Megan wasn't so happy about this, but she knew that you only had eyes for her, so she let it slide. She trusted you and you trusted her, there was no reason to feel that stinging, venomous jealousy.
But she couldn't help but hope that you would look at her like that mid show. Her eyes would drift to you while dancing, she would be glued to your side in 'My way', hoping that you would give her a fleeting look. But you had something else planned for her, something Megan definitely wasn't ready for.
"You know what would be great?" Lara started, catching yours and Manon's attention.
"What?" Said the ghanaian woman without lifting her gaze from her phone.
"If Y/N and Megan did M.I.A's outro." After the words left her mouth, she leaned back on the couch, a smug smile on her face, feeling like she gave the most genius idea someone could come up with.
Manon snorted, shaking her head as she bit her bottom lip. "Megan can't even last five seconds without folding if Y/N did such as just giving her a look, Lara. You really think she's gonna survive the whole sexy, not at all subtle outro of M.I.A?" She did a squirrel like sound, pulling the corner of her lips to the side, giving her friend a disappointed look.
"Y'all treat Megan as if she's a puppy." You intervine before Lara could even make a sound of laughter. "I feel she would know what to do."
"Y/N, baby, I love you, but remember that Megan can't even see you with a shirt and boxers without folding like origami, she'll obviously fold the minute you bend over." Manon explained, her voice sweet, as if talking to a baby, which made you roll your eyes and flop back on your chair, stealing a giggle from Lara.
"Look, there's nothing wrong with that." Lara chirped in. "I just think it would be fun seeing her fight for composure while you're bending over in front of her face."
"You guys just want to see her suffer."
"You say guys but I'm actually with you, Y/N." Manon defended herself, lifting both hands up, absolving herself from any guilt.
"Come on, N/N, just this time, please?" She leaned closer, enough to grab the armrest of your chair and pulling you closer to her, giving you her best puppy eyes, lips jutting out in a pout you couldn't refuse.
You sigh. "Fine, just this time."
And that's how you ended up here, M.I.A blasting from the speakers, a wild crowd that's oblivious to the change in outro, already chanting and screaming for Manon and Lara.
You felt the music thumping in your chest, your throat was dry and you could say you felt nervous again after thinking you left that behind in the first shows. Either way, you force yourself to shove any anxious thoughts aside as the outro was getting closer, positioning yourself before your voice filled the place, gasp and screams accompanying you.
"What the fuck."
"Hello?!"
"Manon get out we want Y/N now."
You couldn’t help but overhear snippets of what the people was saying. The words you caught were just enough to spark a sense of courage within you, igniting a fire that urged you to take action. With a deep breath, you turned towards Megan, who was already positioned right behind where Manon and Lara were supposed to be.
You reached out and took hold of Megan's arm, guiding her gently but firmly toward the center of the stage. The warmth of her skin under your fingers sent a jolt of clarity through you. As you nudged her forward, you could see the transformation in her eyes; they shimmered with a mixture of surprise and anticipation.
Megan’s knees buckled ever so slightly as she found her footing. Her lips parted in an expression of surprise and excitement. The anticipation hung thick in the air, and you could almost read her thoughts racing.
Manon and Lara were already smiling like proud mom's seeing their kid interact in the playground, the difference being you weren't a kid and this wasn't a playground, this was a nerve-wracking moment for both you and Megan, who still didn't know what was happening.
"Bend over." Manon mouthed when you caught her staring.
And you did. Slowly, while singing the lyrics, you held Megan's hand on yours, bending over, your ass pressing to her crotch, placing her hand on your waist.
Megan's eyes jolted out their sockets at the action, looking at the crowd as if they held the answer then to her friends, who were trying to hold back their laughter, even the leader, who was visibly frustrated at Manon and Lara for not telling her the change in the choreography, even if the slightest.
When you pressed yourself closer to her core, she suddenly was aware of where she was, and her hands were quick to grab your hips, a wicked smile on her face, enjoying this way too much for someone who's heart was close to competing in F1 by how fast it was racing.
Looking over your shoulder, you wink at her, which makes her lose her composure for a brief moment before she subtly—not really—thrusted her hips into you, and now it was your moment to be surprised, a gasp leaving your chest as you kept eye contact with her.
Manon and Lara were proudly smiling at the situation, looking at each other with knowing glances and a hint of surprise at Megan's actions, fully believing she would fold, proven wrong by the way her hips were smoothly thrusting into you.
But Megan's boldness was about to crumble.
You turned around to face her, your hand going behind her neck, playing with the baby hairs, pulling her closer to you until your chest brushed hers. Your eyes were the definition of flirting, they were sleepy, no emotion behind them, only the need to make Megan fold.
You slowly sunk the floor, bringing Megan down with you, who, at this point, was hypnotized by your eyes, by the way you bit your bottom lip and looked at her like she was the most desirable person ever. You leaned closer, hinting at a kiss, Megan leaned in, only to see you lean back, a proud smile on your face. Her eyes went slightly wide, eyebrows shooting up, lips parted. She was confused and flustered, fidgeting as she looked around the place, knowing she was folding quicker than she thought.
But before she could truly look away, your index found her chin, tapping on it lightly, making her quickly look at you, her eyes glossy with desire, chest rising up and down, breathing heavily, sweat sticking to her forehead and body.
She looked perfect, and for a moment, you thought about kissing her, but before you could, the music ended, leaving you both kneeling on the rough floor of the stage, looking at each other's soul, a whipped Megan trying to get away from the spot as soon as possible before it's obvious her heart is going faster then it should.
Thankfully, the lights turned off, leaving a flustered Megan on the floor as the rest of the members moved to their pre established positions for the next song, brought to reality when you poked her with your microphone.
"Come on, let's go." You whispered, extending your hand for her.
She blinked once, twice, before snapping her head towards you, quickly getting up, oblivious to your extended hand. "I, uh..." She looked around before making eye contact with you once again. "You're so beautiful." She muttered, but you caught it, a wide grin spreading across your lips.
"Girls, come on!" Sophia hissed, grabbing your arms firmly, dragging you to position before you could protest.
You looked one last time at Megan, who was already looking at you. You blew her a kiss, to which you could see her blush, even in the dim light. She moved fast and caught the kiss, placing it in her heart, causing your chest to tighten at the tenderness.
"I love you." She mouthed.
"I love you too."
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pairing . katseye x fem!reader ( mens dni ! ) genre . crack and highkey suggestive :3 cw . none
a/n — so sorry for being inactive! 👅
will u ever write for izna again?
yes! i would love toooo but not sure when 🥹 i’m gonna be busy studying starting next year ☹️
HAVEN'T YOU HEARD IM THE INTERNET GIRL??
summary. you’re a popular influencer on social media, but never post your face, and the katsgirls start showing up in your comments obsessing over you. fans of course notice notice. and so do you, after a month of their continuous comments, you finally decide to message each of them individually.
manon lara daniela megan sophia (each person's own "part" will be posted after this !!!)
postcards. i have no idea what this is but enjoy!!!!! (also lets ignore the cheesy username)
♡ liked by sophialaforteza, danielaavanzini, and 3.5 million more unknownsiren: last friday night
↳ meganskiendiel: oh wow ↳ user16: MEGAN??? ↳ megansgfxx: ariana what are you doin here??
↳ manonbannerman: why wasn’t i wasn’t there?? 😪 ↳ katseye4life: how are we supposed to know
↳ lararajj: so fine it’s unreal ↳ user2: is that rising popstar global sensation lara raj????
bellahadid: beautiful ↳ unknownsiren: ❤️❤️
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♡ liked by billieeilish, zendaya, and 483k more unknownsiren: caption
↳ lararajj: someone’s gotta hold me back
↳ manonbannerman: oh i need to get off this tour ↳ unknownsiren: i guess you won’t see me tomorrow ↳ sophialaforteza: WHATT ↳ meganskiendiel: why did you get a reply and i didn’t ☹️ ↳ unknownsiren: hi megan
↳ meganskiendiel: you’re so beautiful ↳ user67: MEGAN PLS ACCEPT MY REQUEST
↳ danielaavanzini: bonita amor
↳ billieeilish: highkey just busted a nut ↳ user12: omg are they dating??? ↳ unknownsiren: i wish
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♡ liked by arianagrande, katseyeworld, and 1.2million more unknownsiren: should i put this for auction at the lourve? ↳ manonbannerman: i will be partaking in the lourve heist ↳ lararajj: me too ↳ sophialaforteza: me three ↳ yoonchaejeung: me four ↳ danielaavanzini: me five ↳ meganskiendiel: me six ↳ user1023: six....seven....
↳ user54: idek who to ship with her because they're all in love
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♡ liked by cynthiaerivo, billieilish, and 433k more unknownsiren: weekend in nyc with my girls ↳ yoonchaejeung: YOU CAME?? ↳ meganskiendiel: now wait a damn minute ↳ meganskiendiel: IM ON HER INSTA??? ↳ yoonchaejeung: megan we all are ↳ unknownsiren: i think we all sing
↳ manonbannerman: does that mean we're one of your girls????? ↳ unknownsiren: of course 🙄
↳ sophialaforteza: whta thefuck ↳ danielaavanzini: girl same
↳ katseyefan1021: OMG SHE SAW KATSEYE????
↳ user1309042: body so tea ↳ lararajj: tell me about it ↳ katseyesgirl: LARAA??? OMG PLS NOTICE ME 🥹🥹
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♡ liked by gigihadid, ed sheeran, and 433k more unknownsiren: oui oui baguette ↳ sophialaforteza: they call it the city of love for a reason ↳ meganskiendiel: voulez voulez coucher avec moi? ↳ unknownsiren: i'll think about it ;) ↳ user193: WOAHHHHH ↳ user129l: i'm not gonna shut up about this
↳ sirensfangirl1232: this account is so wow ↳ haileybieber: loved paris with you ❤️ ❤️ ↳ user694: why wasn't i invited view 89k more...
[unknownsiren just followed meganskiendiel!]
♡ liked by sabrinacarpenter, dualipa, and 586k more unknownsiren: save a horse, ride a cowgirl
↳ dojacat: ur so sexy ↳ manonbannerman: my lap is free ↳ unknownsiren: omw ↳ user67848: manon be rizzing EVERYONE up ↳ user1239: i swear this girl be doing everything and anything
↳ lararajj: oh damn ↳ user1023: LARA I LVOE YOU ↳ user573: LARA PLS ACCEPT MY REQUEST I HAVE ONE LEFT ↳ user549: she already accepted me!!! ↳ user573: ok idc
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[unknownsiren just followed manonbannerman!]
♡ liked by passthatpuss, tatemcrae, and 536k more unknownsiren: needed to go to the beach and tan for gf
↳ danielaavanzini: OMG WHAT
↳ danielaavanzini: IM ON HER INSTA ↳ danielaavanzini: SHE KNOWS WHO I AM ↳ user0568: i think we all know who you are dani
↳ danielaavanzini: this is the best day of my life ↳ sophialaforteza: i thought you said that when you go into katseye ↳ user231: wow she's feeding us with katseye content
↳ user1294: when are they meeting????
↳ user203: there's literally something new on her page everyday
↳ user1: PLS NOTICE ME view 213k more.... [unknownsiren just followed danielaavanzini!]
♡ liked by feliciathegoat, katyperry, and 675k more unknownsiren: yes! it's cookielicious!
↳ manonbannerman: @/lararajj YES! ↳ lararajj: fuck off ↳ user19483: they ain't beating the dating allegations ↳ unknownsiren: damn i really wanted to shoot my shot ↳ lararajj: go on then ↳ user1398: start a yes! chain ↳ user129: yes! ↳ user134: yes! ↳ user129832: yes! ↳ user1983: no!
↳ lararajj: what the fuck ↳user12094: LMAOOO ↳ user058: LARA'S WHIPPED ↳ user7439567: my marz heart is crushed 💔💔💔
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[unknownsiren just followed lararajj!]
♡ liked by nickiminaj, alexwarren, and 586k more unknownsiren: anyone have some extra tajin?
↳ sophialaforteza: FINALLY someone appreciates the baby tajin ↳ meganskiendiel: wow you have something to bond with!!!
↳ user5: BABBYY TAJINNN
↳ user192842: sophia found the baby to her tajin ↳ user1983: I SHIPP
↳ dojacat: okay body tea
↳ billieeilish: DAYUMMMM ↳ unknownsiren: hi baby ;) ↳ user129843: baby??? ↳ userstupid2938: wait they're dating?? i thought she was dating katseye ↳ user346: who's catseye?
↳ danielaavanizni: mommy? mamacita?
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[unknownsiren just followed sophialaforteza!]
postcards #2. there'll be more parts for each person individually, it'll alll make sense at one point 😇
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