spring is coming, i feel literally so energized and happy. this winter was a bit too dark and cold it looks like its gonna be up to 20°C this weekend !! literally summer.
oh and also i didnt exactly ace my exams, but new courses have started and this is my last term before summer break !🤭🤭
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I totally get it 🐚 anon I get seasonal depression especially if I don't get enough sun during the winter😭 but other than that IM GLADD that its finally warming up for you 😛 get as much sunlight as you can!!! dw about ur grades because it should never define who you are, as long as you tried ur best that is enough😌. ENJOYYY UR UPCOMING SUMMER BREAK be outside, be young, be whimsical, dilly-dally, and ofc have fun with friends and family!!! got any fun plans this summer?🌝
𐙚⋆ PAIRING ⋅ gp!sophia laforteza x reader ⋅ WORD COUNT 4639 words ⋅ TAGS ⋅ !!MDNI!! ⋅ nsfw conent, p in v, riding, etc.. <𝟑 .ᐟ
⤷ ゛SYNOPSIS ˎˊ˗ in which... when sophia misses rehearsal, you don’t hesitate to go to her. one look at her reminds you exactly why you never do.
you stretched your hamstrings, pressing your chest against your knee, but your eyes kept flickering toward the heavy soundproof door. the digital clock on the wall glowed with a predatory red light, ticking through the minutes that sophia was missing. it was eleventhirty, and the rehearsal for the new katseye album was supposed to have started ten minutes ago.
"she didn’t text the group chat," daniela said. "i checked twice. not a single word from her since she went back to the dorm after breakfast."
manon leaned against the barre, crossing her arms over her chest. "that’s not like her. sophia would show up even if she had a limb falling off. you don’t think something happened, do you?"
"maybe she just lost track of time," megan offered, though she sounded unconvinced. "she was working on those vocal arrangements late last night. maybe her alarm didn't go off?"
"she has three alarms," you reminded them, your heart doing a strange, fluttering dance in your ribcage. "and she’s the one who usually wakes me up if i’m dragging. it’s weird. it’s beyond weird."
yoonchae nodded, looking toward the door as it finally swung open. it wasn't sophia. it was sohey, the choreographer, carrying a laptop and a bottle of electrolyte water. he looked around the room, counting heads, his brow furrowing when he realized the count stopped at five.
"where is sophia?" sohey asked, setting his things down on the small table near the sound system. "we have a lot to get through today. this new block of choreography isn't going to learn itself, and we're already behind schedule."
"we don't know," lara said, stepping forward. "she hasn't shown up yet, and she's not answering her phone."
sohey checked his watch, a sharp, impatient movement. "it’s been thirty minutes since the call time. does anyone know if sophia’s running late or something? is she sick?"
the girls all shook their heads.
"i'll check," you said, standing up quickly. "i’ll go see if she’s okay. you guys start the marking. i’ll bring her back as fast as i can."
sohey sighed, waving a hand in dismissal. "fine. go. but tell her if she’s not here in fifteen minutes, she’s going to have to catch up on her own time. we can’t stall the whole production for one person, even if she is the leader."
you didn't wait for him to finish. you hurried back to the couch at the back of the room where your bag was slumped. you dug through the pockets until they brushed the cool glass of your phone. when you tapped the screen, the lock notifications were a solid wall of text.
seven missed calls. twelve unread messages. all from sophia.
your stomach dropped. you swiped into the chat, your eyes scanning the lines of text with frantic speed.
"is everything okay?" manon asked, watching your face go pale and then flush a deep, telltale pink.
you shoved your phone into your waistband and grabbed your hoodie. "yeah. she, uh, she’s having a really bad reaction to some medication. it’s a whole thing. i have to go help her get to the clinic. don't wait up for us, i might be a while."
"wait, do you need help?" lara asked, moving toward you. "i can come with—"
"no!" you snapped, perhaps a bit too quickly. "no, she’s...she’s really embarrassed. she specifically asked for me. just tell sohey i’m sorry. i’ll make it up to everyone later."
you bolted out the door before they could ask another question. the hallways of the training center felt miles long, the bright fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like angry insects. you ran toward the dormitory wing, your breath hitching in your throat.
by the time you reached her dorm door, you were panting. you tried the handle, expecting it to be locked, but it turned easily. sophia was never this careless. you stepped inside, the living room empty and silent, the air smelling faintly of her expensive perfume and something else, something musky and heavy.
you pushed open her bedroom door. the curtains were drawn, casting the room in a dim, amber twilight.
"sophia?" you whispered.
a low, guttural groan came from the bed. you looked over and felt the air vanish from your lungs. sophia was sprawled across the tangled sheets, her legs spread wide. she was wearing a cropped white tank top that was soaked with sweat, clinging to the curves of her breasts. but your eyes didn't stay there. they trailed down to the junction of her thighs.
she was fully exposed, her cock standing tall and angry against her lower belly. it was thick, the pale skin stretched tight over the pulsing veins that mapped the length of her. her hand was wrapped around it, her knuckles white as she moved her fist in a frantic, desperate rhythm.
her bottom lip was caught firmly between her teeth, her head thrown back against the pillows. her eyes were squeezed shut, her face contorted in a mask of pure, unadulterated frustration.
"fuck," you breathed, the word caught in your throat.
you felt yourself go instantly, painfully wet. the friction of your leggings against your own heat made you wince. you watched her for a second, the way her hips jerked upward with every stroke, the way she seemed to be trying to crawl out of her own skin.
"y/n?" she gasped, her eyes snapping open. they were blown wide, the pupils nearly swallowing the hazel of her irises. "y/n...you came. thank god, you came."
"you missed rehearsal," you said, though the words felt meaningless. you kicked off your shoes and climbed onto the mattress, your knees sinking into the soft duvet. you started crawling toward her, your eyes locked on the heavy weight of her between her legs.
"i couldn't...i couldn't move," she whined, her voice breaking. "i woke up like this and it wouldn't go away. i tried to handle it myself but it’s not enough. i need you. i’m going to lose my mind, baby."
you didn't say anything. you reached out and placed your hand over hers, feeling the incredible heat radiating from her skin. you gently pried her fingers away from her length. sophia let out a jagged sob of relief as you took over, but you didn't mimic her frantic pace. instead, you leaned down, your hair falling over your shoulders like a curtain.
you licked your lips, tasting the salt in the air, and then you leaned in to press a soft, lingering kiss to the very tip of her. sophia’s entire body bucked, her back arching off the bed.
"oh god," she moaned, her voice vibrating through the mattress and into your knees.
you took the head of her into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the sensitive ridge. she tasted like salt and musk and the sweet, cloying scent of her arousal. you could feel the pulse thrumming against your tongue, a steady, frantic heartbeat. you pulled back just an inch, watching the way the moisture glistened on her skin, and then you began to lick downward.
you followed the path of the thickest vein, your tongue tracing the raised line of it from the base to the tip. you were slow, punishing her with the deliberate lack of speed. you kissed the soft skin of her inner thigh, then moved back to the side of her cock, nipping gently at the sensitive flesh.
"please," sophia whimpered, her fingers tangling in your hair. she didn't push you down or try to force a rhythm. "y/n, don't tease me. i’ve been doing this for an hour. i’m so close to breaking."
"you look so beautiful like this," you whispered against her skin, your voice muffled by the proximity. "all worked up and desperate. is the leader of katseye really begging right now?"
"yes," she hissed, her hips twitching. "i'm begging. i need to feel you."
you let out a low hum of approval and took her back into your mouth. this time, you only focused on the tip, drawing the sensitive head past your lips and sucking hard. the vacuum caused her to cry out, a loud, raw sound that filled the small room. you used your tongue to flick against the opening, teasing the tiny bead of fluid that escaped.
"baby, stop teasing...fuck..." sophia groaned, her patience finally snapping.
she reached down and gently but firmly pushed your head further down. you obeyed, opening your throat and allowing the thick length of her to slide deep. the sensation of her filling you, stretching the back of your throat, was overwhelming. you could feel the slight twitching as she reacted to the heat of your mouth.
you began to move your head in a steady rhythm, your hand wrapping around the base to meet your lips. the sound of the friction, a wet, shlicking noise, filled the silence between her gasps. you sucked harder, using your tongue to caress every inch you could reach.
sophia’s breathing turned into a series of jagged, shallow pants. her thighs were shaking now, the muscles jumping under the skin. you felt her cock twitch violently in your mouth, a sign that she was right on the edge of a messy release.
but just as you prepared for the surge of her climax, she reached down and hooked her fingers under your chin, pulling your head back.
"wh-?" you started, blinking up at her, your lips swollen and wet.
"baby, i wanna feel you," she said, her voice dropping into a dark, commanding register. "i don't want to finish in your mouth. i want to be inside you."
she sat up, her movements fluid despite the desperation rolling off her. she reached for the hem of your shirt, and you helped her pull it over your head, tossing it onto the floor. next came your bra, leaving you bare to the cool air of the room. sophia didn't wait, she leaned in and captured your lips in a searing, hungry kiss.
it was the first time you had kissed her all day. her tongue pushed into your mouth, demanding and hot. you wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her closer, your breasts pressing against her damp tank top.
"you're so sexy," she murmured against your jaw, her breath hitching. "you smell like the studio and like you, and i can't stand it."
she moved her hands down to your leggings, peeling them and your panties away in one frantic motion. you kicked them off, your legs tangling in the fabric for a second before you were free. you sat on her lap, straddling her, your wet heat hovering just inches above her throbbing length.
sophia’s hands settled on your hips, her thumbs digging into the soft flesh. she looked up at you, her expression intense, devouring the sight of you.
"lower yourself down," she commanded. "slowly. i want to see your face when you take me."
you gripped her shoulders, your knuckles turning white. you positioned the head of her against your opening, feeling the sharp contrast of her heat against your slick folds. you were so tight, the muscles of your entrance fluttering in anticipation.
as she began to slide inside, you felt your breath catch. you were so full, so stretched, the sensation of her ridges rubbing against your walls sending sparks of electricity through your nervous system. you bit your bottom lip, trying to stifle the moan that was building in your chest.
"no," sophia whispered, her thumb reaching up to push your bottom lip down, forcing your mouth open. "let me hear you. don't you dare hide it from me."
a long, high-pitched whine escaped you as you sank the rest of the way down. she was so big, so thick that it felt like she was touching your soul. you bottomed out, your pelvis pressing hard against hers, and you just stayed there for a moment, panting, your forehead resting against hers.
"fuck," you gasped, your voice trembling. "sophia...you’re so...you’re huge."
"i can feel how tight you are," she groaned, her hands tightening on your hips. "you’re squeezing me so hard, y/n. it feels like you’re trying to milk me."
she started to move then, pushing you up and letting you slide back down. the friction was incredible, the wet, squelching sound of your bodies meeting filling the room. you started to find your own rhythm, your thighs burning as you moved up and down her length.
"f-fuck—!" you choked out, your head rolling back.
with every downward thrust, you could feel her getting even harder, even thicker inside you. it was physically impossible, but you swore she was getting bigger, filling every microscopic crevice of your cunt. the ridges of her cock seemed to catch on every sensitive nerve ending, dragging a fresh wave of pleasure out of you.
"fuck—fuck," you repeated, the words a mantra of worship. your cunt was swallowing her whole, and the sheer fullness of it made it hard to draw a complete breath.
"yeah? you like that?" sophia asked, her voice a low rumble. she reached back and slapped your ass, the sharp crack of skin on skin making you jump and squeeze her even tighter. "that’s it. take all of it, baby."
you were moving faster now, the desperation from the studio finally finding its outlet. but your muscles were starting to protest. the intensity of the rehearsal earlier combined with the strain of supporting your weight was making your thighs shake uncontrollably. your pace slowed, your movements becoming clumsy and shallow.
you whimpered softly, the frustration of being so close but suddenly so tired bringing tears to your eyes. your body ached for the release that felt just out of reach.
"please..." you breathed out, your voice trembling with desperation. "i need...i need you to...i can't..."
sophia let out a dark, amused chuckle and tilted her head, watching your struggle. "what, baby? use your words. tell me what you need."
"please," you whined, your hips stuttering. "need more. i can't...do it myself anymore."
sophia’s smirk was the last thing you saw before she moved. in one fluid motion, she gripped your waist and flipped you onto your back. you hit the pillows with a soft thud, your legs falling wide. she was between your thighs in an instant, her weight settling over you like a heavy blanket.
she didn't waste time with tenderness. she gripped her own base and plunged back into you, a hard, deep thrust that made your eyes roll to the back of your head.
"and here i thought i was being the needy one," she said, her voice thick with lust.
she began to drive into you with a fast, punishing pace. every hit was deep, her pelvis slamming against yours with enough force to make the headboard rattle against the wall. you couldn't do anything but moan, your voice lost in a continuous, incoherent stream of sound.
her hand moved up to your throat, not squeezing to hurt, but applying just enough pressure to make your pulse hammer against her palm. the slight restriction of air only heightened the sensation, making the world narrow down to the point where she was inside you.
"look at me," she commanded.
you forced your eyes open, seeing her through a blur of tears and sweat. she looked like a goddess of some ancient, carnal religion. her hair was a mess, her skin was glowing, and her expression was one of absolute, terrifying focus.
she trailed her free hand down from your neck, her fingers grazing your collarbone before settling on your tit. she squeezed the soft mound of flesh, her thumb rolling over your nipple. then, she moved lower, her hand sliding over your stomach and down to where your bodies were joined.
her thumb found your clit, which was swollen and screaming for attention. she began to circle the tiny, sensitive bud with relentless pressure.
the combination was too much. the hard, fast thrusts of her cock filling you, the pressure on your throat, and the friction on your clit pushed you over the edge. you felt your internal walls begin to seize, clenching around her.
sophia felt it too. she let out a jagged, guttural groan, her own pace becoming even more frantic. she knew you were close, and she was determined to go over the cliff with you.
"that's it," she hissed, her teeth bared. "cum for me, y/n. give it all to me."
your entire body went rigid, your toes curling as the climax ripped through you. it was a violent, shattering sensation, waves of pure white light exploding behind your eyelids. your cunt milked her desperately, the sensations so intense they were almost painful.
sophia followed you a second later. she let out a long, low groan as she buried herself as deep as she could go. you felt the hot, thick surge of her release filling you up. she stayed there, pinned to you, her muscles twitching as she spent every last drop inside you.
the room fell into a heavy, ringing silence, broken only by the sound of your combined, ragged breathing. the smell of sex was thick in the air—musk, and sweat.
sophia eventually collapsed on top of you, her head tucking into the crook of your neck. her skin was slick, her heart racing against your chest. she didn't move for a long time, just holding you as the aftershocks of the climax slowly faded into a warm, heavy glow.
"you okay?" she whispered after a few minutes, her voice returning to its usual soft, melodious tone.
"i think my legs are actually made of jelly now," you managed to say, your voice raspy. "i don't think i can ever walk again."
sophia chuckled, the vibration of it pleasant against your skin. she shifted, sliding out of you with a wet, squelching sound that made you both wince. she reached for the box of tissues on her nightstand, beginning the messy process of cleaning you both up. her movements were gentle now, her fingers lingering on your skin with a tenderness that made your chest ache.
she wiped the excess fluids from your thighs and then pulled the duvet up over both of you, cocooning you in the warmth. she pulled you into her side, your head resting on her shoulder.
"we totally missed the rehearsal, didn't we?" sophia joked, though there was a hint of genuine sheepishness in her voice.
you let out a long, dramatic groan and tried to push her away, though you didn't have the strength to actually move. "you think? sohey is going to murder us. or worse, he’s going to make us do the cardio block three times in a row."
"it was worth it," she said, kissing the top of your head. "i was literally vibrating in my skin. i couldn't have focused on a single step if you hadn't come."
"next time, just tell me you’re needy," you muttered, closing your eyes. "you don't have to make it sound like you're dying."
"but i was dying," she insisted, her hand tracing idle patterns on your arm. "a very specific, very painful kind of death. and you saved me."
"shut up," you said, though you were smiling. "i'm sleeping for ten minutes. then you're helping me come up with a better excuse than 'medication reaction'."
"how about 'we got stuck in an elevator'?"
you drifted off to the sound of her quiet laughter, the world outside the dorm room was fading into the background. in this room, in this moment, there was just the heat of her body and the lingering taste of her on your lips.
hi hi hi !!! how are you ??? i missed you sweet girl, how's life treating you ?
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hihiiii 🐚 anon!!! :D long time no talkkk! im doing well😌 just life yk going day by day and enjoying every moment 😛 I MISS YOUUUUUUUUU TOOOO oh my gawd how are you doing???? how's life treating YOUUUU🫵
synopsis » ot6 katseye dating mean popular girl reader head canons
a/n » this was requested!!! but yoonchae is a baby in my eyes so I can't write her in a dating format besties only!!!
genre » mean girl reader, suggestive, etc.
wc » 6k
MANON BANNERMAN: The Badass
The school hallway went dead silent when you walked in. Everyone scrambled out of the way like they’d seen a ghost. You moved with a slow, steady rhythm, your heels clicking against the floor like a ticking clock.
People knew you were popular. You basically ruled the school. You had the teachers, and even the principal, wrapped around your finger because your family literally owned the land the school sat on and your dad sat at the head of the school board. You played the part perfectly, looking at everyone else like they were just background characters in your life.
Except for Manon.
She was leaning against your locker, looking effortlessly cool in a beat-up leather jacket and scuffed boots. While everyone else looked like they were about to faint, Manon just watched you approach with a bored look on her face.
“You’re three minutes late, princess,” she said, her voice a low drawl. She looked you up and down, taking in your expensive outfit with a smirk. “I was starting to think you’d gotten lost in your own head.”
“And you’re in my way, Bannerman,” you snapped, stopping just an inch away from her. You loved that she didn’t even blink. “Move. I have a meeting for the ball, and being seen with someone as... messy as you isn't on my schedule.”
Manon didn’t budge. Instead, she leaned closer, trapping you against the locker with one hand. The smell of woodsmoke and leather filled your senses, and for a second, your heart started racing way too fast.
“Is that so?” she whispered, her voice dropping to a low growl that made you shiver. “Because I remember you liking this ‘messy’ look plenty last night. You were clinging to my jacket and begging me not to leave.”
Your face went hot—the one thing you couldn't control. You tried to shove her shoulder, but your hand lingered on the soft leather of her jacket. “Manon, shut up. People are watching us.”
She glanced back at a group of students who were literally shaking. When she looked back at you, her eyes were dark and intense. She reached out, her thumb brushing against your bottom lip.
“Let them watch,” she said. “Let them see that the girl they’re all so scared of belongs to me.”
She leaned in, her lips almost touching yours for a second before she pulled back. “See you at lunch. Try not to ruin too many lives before then—save all that attitude for me.”
SOPHIA LAFORTEZA: The Stuco President
Being the mean girl you are, meant you spent a lot of time in the Student Council office. Most of that time was spent listening to Sophia "discipline" you because you’d done something like make the drama club cry during their rehearsal.
“You’re a nightmare,” Sophia sighed. She looked up from a pile of school reports, her glasses sitting low on her nose. She looked sharp and professional, which only made you want to push her buttons more. “The cheer team is upset because you told them their routine was ‘pathetic.’ Do you know how much work I have to do to fix things when you say stuff like that?”
“It was pathetic,” you said simply. You hopped up to sit on the edge of her big desk, swinging your legs back and forth. “They were totally off-beat. I was doing the school a favor by telling them the truth.”
Sophia shook her head, but you saw a tiny smile hiding at the corner of her mouth. She rolled her chair closer until she was right in front of you. Her hands gripped your legs firmly, holding you in place.
“As the President, I really should give you detention,” she said, her voice turning serious. “I should make an example out of you to show that even the richest girl in school has to follow the rules.”
You leaned down until your face was just inches from hers. “And what should you do as my girlfriend?”
The professional look on her face vanished instantly. Her eyes dilated, and she squeezed your legs just enough to make your breath hitch.
“As your girlfriend… I think I should lock this door and show you exactly what happens to girls who talk back to me,” she whispered.
You smirked, feeling that familiar spark of excitement. “The office isn't soundproof, Soph. People will hear the perfect President losing her cool.”
“Then you’ll just have to be a good girl and stay quiet for me,” she muttered, pulling you down into a kiss that definitely broke every rule in the handbook.
DANIELA AVANZINI: The Sorority President
The sorority lounge was packed with pledges running around like crazy, trying to get everything ready for the gala. Daniela stood right in the middle of the mess, looking totally calm. As the Sorority President, everyone did exactly what she said, and they were all terrified of her clipboard.
You, on the other hand, were the only person who didn't care about her rules.
You were stretched out on the velvet sofa with a silk sleep mask on your forehead, looking through outfits on your tablet. When a group of girls ran past with buckets of gold glitter, you moved your legs just in time to save your expensive pants.
“Y/N,” Daniela’s voice cut through the noise. “Put the tablet away. The banners aren't going to hang themselves, and we’re falling behind schedule.”
You didn't even look at her. “I’m busy, Daniela. I’m trying to decide if these flowers look like a party or a funeral. Besides,” you held up your hand to show off your perfect, shiny nails, “my polish is still wet. If I touch those banners, the glitter will ruin my manicure. I’m doing this for the sake of the fashion, not because I'm lazy.”
Daniela sighed, but she looked more amused than mad. She handed her clipboard to another girl and walked over to you. She stood right in front of the sofa, blocking your light.
“Ten minutes, Y/N,” she said. Her voice got low and serious, the way it did when she was losing her patience—or when she wanted you to listen. “The pledges are scared of the glue guns, and I need someone who actually knows what they’re doing.”
“Then hire someone,” you joked, looking away from her. “I’m the girlfriend, not the free help. I’m just here to look pretty and make sure you stay the President of Kappa Mu Delta”
Daniela didn't get annoyed. Instead, she laughed and leaned over the back of the sofa. She wrapped her arms around your neck, her cold jewelry touching your skin as she pulled you back against her.
“You’re a lot of work,” she whispered in your ear, making you shiver. “You’re lucky you’re so beautiful, or I’d have to replace you.”
She bit your earlobe gently, her voice dropping to a low growl. “Help me for ten minutes. If the banners look good, I’ll let you pick all the music for the night. No more boring stuff. And,” she moved her lips to your neck, “I’ll show you how much I appreciate it once we’re alone tonight.”
Your plan to stay on the couch totally disappeared. You loved when she took charge, especially when she focused all that power on you.
“Fine,” you huffed, putting your tablet down. You stood up and fixed your shirt, trying to look like you were suffering. “But I’m picking the music. And if I get one bit of glitter on this outfit, you’re buying me that designer jacket I wanted. No excuses.”
“Deal, princess,” Daniela grinned. She hooked a finger in your belt loop and led you toward the craft table. “Now, get to work. I have a reputation to keep up, and I want my favorite brat right where I can see her.”
As you started working, she kept her hand on your back for a second too long—a small sign that even though she ruled the school, she was totally wrapped around your finger.
LARA RAJ: The Sweet Popular Girl
On campus, you moved through the crowd with so much confidence that people actually stepped back to let you pass. Your heels made a sharp clicking sound against the floor, acting like a warning to anyone in your way.
Walking right beside you was Lara, the "Golden Girl." She was the only person in the school who could stand next to you without looking like a background character. While you were sharp and blunt, she was soft and polite—but she was just as powerful as you were.
You stopped suddenly in front of a younger girl who was trying way too hard. You looked her up and down with a look of fake concern.
“Your tan is the color of a traffic cone,” you said, your voice loud enough for the whole silent hallway to hear. “Honestly, you look like a piece of burnt toast dropped in orange soda. It’s patchy and bright orange. You should really go home and scrub yourself clean. I'm doing you a favor by telling you.”
The girl stared at her shoes, her face turning a bright red that looked terrible next to her fake tan.
“Y/N, honey, that’s enough. I think she gets it,” Lara said smoothly. She stepped in and wrapped her arm firmly around your waist, holding you close. She gave the girl a perfect, fake smile—the kind she used for photos. “She’s just a perfectionist, don't mind her! Why don't you go find some soap and try again next month? Have a great day!”
As soon as the girl ran off toward the exit, Lara turned you around. She backed you up until you were pressed against a cool marble pillar. Her eyes were sparkling like she knew exactly what you were up to. She reached up and played with your pearl necklace, her fingers brushing against your skin.
“You’re being really mean today, even for you,” she whispered, her eyes dropping to your lips for a second. “Did you miss your coffee, or are you just being a brat on purpose?”
“I’m keeping things in order, Lara. If I let people walk around looking like that, this school would be a mess in a week,” you argued. You tried to act tough, but you could feel yourself softening under her gaze.
“I think you just want to see me handle you,” she whispered. Her thumb traced the line of your jaw slowly. She leaned in closer until you could smell her expensive floral perfume. Her voice got low and sultry, making your breath hitch. “I love your mean side, I mean it’s actually super hot, but if you don’t play nice for the next hour, I’ll have to find a way to distract you in the back of the auditorium. It’s dark and private back there, and you know I won’t let you leave until you’ve been a good girl for me.”
You smirked and grabbed the bottom edges of her shirt, pulling her a little closer. “Is that so? And what if I don’t want to be nice?”
Lara leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear. “Then I guess we’ll see how long it takes to break that attitude of yours. Now, walk with me, and try to act like you aren’t thinking about what I’m going to do to you later.”
MEGAN SKIENDIEL: The Lame Gamer Nerd
The library was a huge, old building filled with dusty books and silence—a place you usually hated. You walked through the rows of shelves with a look of pure annoyance, your expensive heels clicking loudly against the floor. Every time your shoes hit the ground, a few freshmen jumped in fear. You weren’t there to study; you were looking for the person hiding in the back corner behind a pile of textbooks.
There she was. Megan.
She was slumped in a chair, wearing huge glowing headphones and that baggy Minecraft hoodie you’d threatened to burn at least five times this month. You secretly loved that hoodie, though, because it smelled just like her when she left it at your house.
“Megan,” you said, your voice sharp and cold. You tapped your expensive, crystal-covered nails against her desk to get her attention. “You look like a mess. Honestly, sitting next to you right now is embarrassing for my brand.”
Megan didn’t even blink. Her fingers kept flying across her keyboard, making a loud clicking sound. “One sec, babe,” she muttered, her eyes glued to her screen. “If I lose this match, my rank drops, and I’ll never hear the end of it from my friends online.”
You rolled your eyes, but hearing her call you "babe" made your heart skip a beat. You weren’t used to being ignored—usually, the whole school stopped what they were doing when you walked in—but Megan treated your "Mean Girl" reputation like it was just a funny hobby.
You reached over and pulled one side of her headset off. “I don’t care about your rank. I care that my girlfriend is wearing gaming merch in public. It’s a crime against my reputation, and I’m the victim here.”
Megan finally paused her game. She looked up at you, her eyes taking in your perfect outfit and flawless makeup. A slow, goofy grin spread across her face—the kind of look she only gave to you.
“Woah,” she breathed, leaning back and stretching. “You look so hot when you’re judging me. Your eyes get a little spark in them when you’re being a snob. It’s cute.”
“I’m not acting, nerd,” you muttered. You leaned down and started fixing her messy hair with your fingers. You tried to look annoyed, but your touch was soft and gentle.
She caught your hand, lacing her fingers through yours. She pulled your hand to her lips and kissed your knuckles, making your icy attitude melt instantly. She looked up at you with those puppy-dog eyes that were your biggest weakness.
“You’re so mean to everyone else, Y/N,” she teased, her voice dropping to a low, sweet hum. She tugged on your hand, pulling you closer until you were basically sitting in her lap. “ You terrify the whole school, from the cheer captain to the principal, but you’re always so soft when it’s just us. Are you secretly obsessed with me? You can tell me. I won’t tell chat.”
“I’m obsessed with making you look decent so I’m not embarrassed to be seen with you,” you lied. You leaned in and kissed her forehead, breathing in her scent. You pulled back and clicked your tongue. “Finish your game, Megan. If you win this and finally shut that laptop, maybe I’ll buy you those Robux you’ve been whining about. Or maybe that new limited-edition attack on titan keyboard.”
“Yippie!” she beamed, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she put her headset back on. “I love having a rich, mean girlfriend! Best loot drop of my life!”
You sighed and leaned against her shoulder, watching the screen and secretly making a note of exactly which keyboard she wanted.
YOONCHAE JEONG: The Childhood Bestie
Yoonchae was the only "normal" person left in your life. You had been best friends since you were five, and she was the only one who knows the "real" you—before you became the most feared popular girl in school. While you were always dressed in the most expensive designer clothes, judging everyone who walked by, she was perfectly happy in her simple jeans and t-shirts.
“Y/N, stop it. You’re doing the ‘death glare’ at that poor girl in the hallway again,” Yoonchae tsked. She reached over and poked your cheek as you both sat at a private table in the courtyard.
“She’s wearing last season’s shoes, Yoonchae. In public. It’s a crime against fashion,” you snapped. Even though you sounded mean, you carefully shifted your designer umbrella to make sure the sun wasn't hitting Yoonchae’s face. You didn't want her getting a sunburn while she sat with you.
“You’re so dramatic!” she laughed, leaning her head on your shoulder. She was the only person in school brave enough to touch you so casually. “No one cares about her shoes but you. Why are you being so extra today?”
“I’m not being extra, I’m being honest,” you argued. Without her even asking, you pushed your Erewhon lunch towards her, knowing she hadn't eaten lunch yet. “You’re just too nice to everyone. People will walk all over you if I’m not around. I have to keep my reputation up just to protect yours.”
“Is that why you’re my friend? To be my personal bodyguard?” she teased, looking up at you with a huge grin that made it impossible to stay mad.
“Someone has to do it,” you muttered. You reached out and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. If anyone else had tried to talk to you like this, you would have ruined their social life in a heartbeat. But with Yoonchae, you were a total pushover, and you both knew it.
The other students watched from a distance, totally confused. They saw you as a cold ice queen, but here you were, sharing your expensive snacks and acting like a softie for a girl in a plain hoodie.
“Come on, bestie,” she said, standing up and pulling on your hand. “Let’s go to that cafe down the street. I’m buying you a drink to sweeten up that attitude of yours. You’re way too grumpy today.”
“You’re buying? With what money?” you teased, finally standing up and smoothing out your skirt. You let her pull you along, even though you usually hated being led around. “Fine. But we’re taking my car. My driver is waiting out front, and there is no way I’m being seen on a public bus right now. I have standards, Yoonchae.”
“I know, I know,” she laughed, hooking her arm through yours as you walked past a group of students who quickly cleared a path for you. “But you’re still getting the pink cupcake. It matches your mood.”
“Whatever,” you sighed, but you couldn't hide the small smile on your face as you walked out of the school gates with the only person who truly knew you.
a/n: haiii guys sorry ive been gone for the past month crazy things happened and ofc midterms and project and I work 🥲 I miss yalls and I don't even know what has happened here lately. Also IDK if im able to participate in games anymore since I have a ton of projects coming up and I got to study to make sure I stay on honor roll, but I'll pop in here and there! I will also fs be more available after May! I hope I would be writing more then! I miss yalls I hope you feel the same but it's okie if you don't! Just make sure to take care of yourself!!! Also I hope you like the new themeeee. :p ~ katssmi
p.s. Im also down to write these short drabbles as an actual fic or somethingggg ;3
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hii precious !! how are you doing ? i'm so stressed rn, exam week starts next week and i have physics, chemistry, maths, biology, french and finnish coming up... 😰😰 hoping for the best since i dont really understand my physics or chem...
anyways, i hope you remember to drink your water and eat enough, also get much sleep please ?🥹🥹
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hi hi 🐚anon!!! im doing well passed my exams and went on a trip for the past 2 weekends!!! oh my gosh bb that's too many you need to make sure you rest too!! work hard but make sure to keep yourself mentally in check!!! and ofc put yourself first!!! you got thissss bb and if you don't dw I won't judge you for that, but I know for a fact you will pass your exams!!!! make sure to eat stay hydrated, and sleep also!!! because that will give your brain all the energy you will need!!!
