summary: with the members scattered around the house, you find yourself trying to keep quiet with sophia
warnings/tags: nsfw content, language, established relationship, 7th member!reader, risky sex, gagging, unprotected sex, riding, cumming inside, not proofread
minors dni
pt 1
laying down on your bed, you were half paying attention to the movie that was playing. it was an off day for you all thankfully, so you were taking the day to relax and lounge around without having to worry about anything. you had been in your room since you woke up, so it wasn't a surprise when you heard a soft knock on the door, and a familiar voice calling your name.
"come in!" you call out loud enough for her to hear.
sophia walks inside, closing the door and locking it behind her, but you didn't notice due to looking back at the tv.
"you've been in here all morning, i was starting to think you were dead," she says, walking up to your bed.
"dead? please," you scoff, shaking your head. your arm reaches out and grabs her hand, pulling her down onto the bed next to you. "what's up?"
"nothin'" sophia responds, her hand moving to push your hair out of your face. "just wanted to see you." she leans in, pressing a soft kiss on your jaw, smiling a bit when she feels you tense up at her touch. she slowly starts trailing kisses from your jaw down to your neck, her leg hooking over you to straddle you.
"s-soph," your voice comes out barely above a whisper, your face turning red at her actions.
"mm?" she hums against your neck, biting down and giggling at the little gasp you let out. "what's wrong, baby?" she whispers in your ear.
a whimper quietly escapes your mouth, a shiver running down your spine. how were you still not used to her words and actions even after months of doing these things with her? it was like the first time every time it happened. it was embarrassing in your personal opinion, but sophia loved it.
"the girls are here," you manage to get out in a quiet voice. with all the members spread around the house, you couldn't help but worry about them hearing you two if you were to do anything. it was always at night when everyone was asleep, or when they were all gone like the last time.
"then you'll just have to be quiet for me." sophia's kisses go back up your neck and jaw until her lips finally meet yours.
you can't contain the noise that leaves your throat when she kisses you. her hips start to roll against you, causing a quiet moan to come from you, your boxers already starting to feel tight past the shorts you were wearing. your lips slide against hers, the kiss turning sloppy and more desperate the more she grinds against you, soft pants leaving both your mouths when she pulls away.
"you can do that for me, right baby?" she says in a low, seductive voice, her hands trailing down your chest lower and lower.
"y-yes." you nod a little too eagerly despite your shaky voice.
a smile quirks on sophia's lips at your answer, and her hands finally reach the band of your shorts, tugging them down your legs along with your boxers. a short whimper leaves your mouth at the cool air hitting your now hard cock, but a moan comes next when she wraps her hand around you. her other hand instantly slaps over your mouth when you let out the sound, but her hand slowly moves up and down your shaft, her thumb smearing the beads of precum that were leaking from your tip making a muffled moan fall from your lips.
"what did i say?" she stops her hand, her eyes staring into yours intensely.
"'m sorry," you make out past her hand still covering your mouth.
sophia doesn't say anything for a moment. removing her hand from your mouth, she strips off her shorts and kicks them off somewhere in the room. she then peels off her soaked panties, bunching it up and holding it in front of your mouth. "if you can't be quiet on your own, then we'll just have to improvise," she says, looking at you expectantly.
your face turns redder when you realize what she's inferring and that she's serious. but an odd sense of arousal shoots through you at the same time. after a moment, you open your mouth, letting her push the bunched up material into your mouth as a makeshift gag, another moan coming from you at the action.
"there we go." sophia pats your cheek, smiling sweetly at you. without another word, one of her hands rests on your shoulder while the other guides your cock to her pussy before slowly sinking down on you. "god...you're so...fucking...big," she breathes out, stopping once you were all the way inside her.
your hands fly to her hips, grabbing onto her tightly as she slowly starts moving against you, a muffled moan coming from you with your eyes squeezing shut.
you couldn't lie, acting out this sinful act trying to be quiet with your members scattered around the house turned you on. along with the makeshift gag in your mouth and being able to smell her arousal seeping through the damp material. you weren't confident in how long you would last.
and you could tell sophia was thinking the same thing. soft, quiet moans leaving her parted lips, her head tilted back with her eyes shut and starting to ride you faster. "fuck..." she sighs softly, her hands gripping your shoulders, nails digging into your skin lightly. "feels so good..." she opens her eyes, staring down at you. "you like this, baby? hm?"
"mhm." your hum is muffled by the material in your mouth, nodding your head with your eyes glued shut, fingers likely leaving faint bruises on her hips from how hard you were holding her. the moans leaving your throat thankfully are also muffled, even if you were trying your best to contain them, you couldn't help but let them out into the gag.
"doing so good for me, mahal, so good," she whispers, her hips moving against you with perfect grace. she lets out a sharp gasp when she feels you hit the special spot inside of her, burying her face in your neck and biting down to stifle her noises that were getting louder.
a louder, strangled moan comes from you when she bites into your neck, thrusting up into her accidentally causing her to moan into your skin. you try to say her name, but it only comes out jumbled and barely able to comprehend.
thankfully, sophia could understand you. feeling you throbbing inside of her and twitching, she knew you were close. her bouncing sped up, her movements becoming sloppy as she feels her own orgasm approaching. the sounds of your hips snapping together filled the room, and you were hoping it wasn't loud enough to be heard outside of the room, but you also didn't care too much in the current moment.
"mmnh, i'm so close," sophia whimpers in your ear. "you gonna cum for me, baby?"
you nod feverishly, your hips pushing up to meet her movements, more muffled moans leaving your mouth.
"cum for me, mahal. fill me up, please," her voice becomes whiney as she lets out more moans into your neck.
as if on command, your hips thrust up one more time before stilling, a long groan escaping from your mouth as spurts of your cum shoot inside her, coating her walls. within the next few seconds, she lets out a whine, biting into your neck again as her body slows its movements, heavy breaths coming from her.
you both sit there in silence for a few minutes before sophia lifts her head from your neck, taking her panties out of your mouth and smiling at you. "thank you, baby." she presses a chaste kiss on your lips. "i love you," she whispers.
"i love you too," you murmur, leaning your head back against the headboard. "i love you so much."
pairing: cheerleader!daniela avanzini x basketballplayer!reader
synopsys: in the lead up to the final, you struggle with the weight of expectations and pressure, but you find solace in daniela's support. the long-awaited day comes, the score is tied and there are only seconds left. you and your team fight hard, actually securing the win. the victory is sweet, but there's something else that makes the moment unforgettable.
tags/warnings: language, fluff, established relationship, a lot of comfort, daniela reassures reader, some suggestive jokes, kissing, hugs, they're so cute I'm gonna cry, mention of newjeans minji
wc: +3,9k
a/n: I decided to do basketball because idk shit about football, so yeah... and also because it was the only other sport that I knew had a cheerleader team. I'm also sorry guys, we don't really see a lot of cheerleader!dani in this story, maybe I could expand it someday...
you let out a deep breath as daniela, your girlfriend, rubbed your shoulders. her fingers worked into your muscles, easing the tension that had built up until now, circular motions kneading your flesh with a pressure that made you sigh in satisfaction. you were sitting on a bench on the side of the basketball court while the rest of your teammates moved quickly up and down the playing area. their movements were accompanied by the squeaky rhythm of sneakers rubbing on the polished wood floor and the echo of bouncing balls.
the training had been especially intense in the last few days, your team had won several matches, securing a spot in the grand final of the tournament. this meant double the afternoons spent at the sports center and going home at absurd hours. you couldn’t lie and say that these circumstances weren’t weighing you down.
an additional difficulty was finding time to see your girlfriend. you were either too busy with training or too exhausted to even watch a movie together. however you considered yourself to be the luckiest person alive. why? because not only was daniela part of the cheerleading squad, meaning you could always count on her presence during games. but also because, even if she had a free afternoon, she always made the effort to come and support you, taking care of you by bringing you water and drying your sweat with a towel.
today was no different. after finishing her cheer practice, she came over to watch you play. she had been busy with her squad, running through routines, exhaustion clear on her face. however, even when she had the option to go home and rest after training, she decided to make her way over to your side of the centre, calling you out when you took a break.
that’s how you found yourself in this situation: your head dropped forward, hands resting on your knees while your fingers played with the hem of your shorts. your eyes were closed, enjoying your girlfriend’s ministrations. your shirt hung loosely around your neck after you had pulled it off when daniela offered to massage you, leaving your glistening back and abs exposed. as you relaxed into her hands, shoulder shrinking, neck loosening, your thoughts began to drift. you were so absorbed in the quiet comfort of her touch that time seemed to slip away.
what you didn’t notice was how your girlfriend couldn’t quite keep her eyes off you, her gaze lingered on the way the lean muscles of your back flexed under her touch. she quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing slightly as thoughts that weren’t entirely appropriate crossed her mind. she silently thanked the universe that you were too lost in your own thoughts to notice her flustered conditions.
when you snapped out of it, you jerked your head back, glancing up at daniela. “oh my god dani you’re doing such a good job!” you obnoxiously fake-moaned, raising your voice in pitch as a playful smirk tugged at your mouth, watching her reaction in amusement. “stop it! you’re being weird…” she complained in embarrassment, face heating up as she slapped your arm jokingly. hearing your loud laugh, she couldn't help but join in, her own laughter bubbling up in response.
you loved making your girlfriend laugh, whether it was with silly jokes or with your ridiculous antics. you loved the way her eyes crinkled, her cheeks flushed, and her dimple flashed as she tilted her head back. she just looked so… warm, so effortless, like everything you ever wanted. the thought that she was actually yours still made you pinch yourself sometimes.
but as the laughter faded, a different feeling began to settle in. the playfulness in the air softened, and a quietness formed between you two. the moment felt like it was slowing down. she wrapped her arms around your shoulder, pulling you against her chest. you sank into the embrace, her warmth surrounding you, cheek resting gently against your shoulder. her heartbeat drummed softly against your back, a steady, rhythmic pulse that was reassuring, like a constant reminder that she was right there.
as you turned your head back just enough, you met her eyes, wide and bright, and her smile. that smile… it had a way of making everything feel safe, like you could be completely honest with her, without fear.
in that exact moment, the thought of the final, the pressure and the expectations felt too much to bear, you felt it physically, like the weight of everything you were pushing in the back of your mind came crashing forward. you were afraid of this sudden fragility, but you remembered that you were with her, and it was okay to be vulnerable.
your face lost some of its brightness as you took a deep breath. “dani” you started, your voice coming out quieter than expected. your fingers were fidgeting nervously with the fabric of the shorts as you melted further into her embrace, finding solace in the blanket that her arms created. you stared deep into her orbs, seeing a glimmer of concern forming in her eyes, but she waited, her gaze gentle and expectant, giving you the space to speak. “my mind has been a mess lately, jesus, the thought of the final is hunting me, I-I… what if I’m not enough? what if I can’t handle it?” your voice was barely audible, the vulnerability catching in your throat, finally expressing how you truly felt.
the smile on your girlfriend’s face faltered just slightly, her eyes softening as she listened. her embrace grew tighter, her fingers lightly traced patterns across your arms, a small, comforting gesture meant to remind you that she was there for you. “hey, listen,” daniela whispered, her voice firm but gentle. “I know how overwhelming it can feel. trust me, I’ve been there too,” her eyes never left yours, the sincerity in her gaze unwavering.
“but don’t forget that there’s a reason why you are here. you have proven time and time that you’re able to play extremely well and, most importantly, that you’re capable to win” you heart lightened as you weakly nodded along and softly hummed in response.
“and, remember, you’ve got all of us: your friends, your teammates, your parents, me” she emphasized the “me”, pointing a finger towards her chest.
as her words sunk in, you couldn’t help but feel a newfound confidence build inside of you, slowly replacing the doubt. “you’re stronger than you think. I believe in you.” she leaned forward, pressing a soft, reassuring kiss on your lips, a gentle gesture that sealed her words, a promise that she would always be by your side.
the kiss also silently communicated that she wasn't just giving out empathy for free, she was paying you back for the numerous times that you held her crying. in fact, it wasn't uncommon for daniela to find herself engulfed in the warmth of your arms, venting about her worries and frustrations. the way you soothed her by gently caressing her hair, whispering reassuring words into her ear, made her feel like she was protected by a cocoon. you both had created a safe space for each other to share your feelings.
when she pulled away, you felt an instinctive urge to give back, to thank her for all the unconditional love and support. you thought about how every time the pressure seemed unbearable, her presence was always the anchor you needed to stay afloat. she wasn’t just the person you leaned on, she was your strength.
you sat up a little straighter, turned around and reached for her, your hands moving almost without thinking. you wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling her as close as you could from the position you were in. you buried your head in her chest, feeling the soft fabric of her top under your cheek, the slight curve of her body fitting perfectly against yours. your hands found the soft skin of her back, her warmth making everything feel still and safe.
you tightened your hug, making daniela squeal in surprise at the sudden strength. her body stiffened for a second before she relaxed into your embrace, but you didn't loosen your grip. you held her close, the weight of the day, the stress, the pressure, all flowing out of you through the tension in your arms.
“you have no idea how much you mean to me, dani,” you started, the weight of your words filling the air as you took a deep breath, the familiar scent of her floral perfume was mixing with the tension you were releasing. she gently stroked your cheek, appreciating the tenderness of the moment. you lightly softened your hug, head moving away from her chest to look deep into her eyes. “I don’t know what I would do without you, really.” you said, your voice carrying the sincerity of everything you had been feeling.
daniela’s cheeks flushed a soft pink, the genuineness of your words making her heart flutter. “stop, you’re making me blush,” she laughed lightly, but it was clear that the depth of your sentiment had taken her by surprise. she couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face, using the hands that were resting on your broad shoulder to cup your face. “you mean the world to me too.” she added, the sincerity in her eyes mirroring your own.
“hey man! you coming back or what?” minji’s voice cut through the bubble of intimacy, sharp and demanding. both of your heads snapped toward her, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of your teammate standing with her arms spread wide and eyebrows raised in a mock-stern expression. the playful interruption broke the moment, but it quickly reminded you that your team still needed you, pulling you back to the present.
you locked eyes again with daniela, as if to ask for her permission to leave, she nodded, a smile still plastered on her face. “come on, get back in there, they’re waiting for you,” she encouraged, pulling your arm and making you stand up, patting your butt as a signal for you to go back into the court.
you quickly pulled your shirt back on, still chuckling. with a final, lingering glance at her, you leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. "I love you," you whispered, the words feeling like they carried more weight than usual, as if they were a reminder of everything she had just said and done for you. she wasted no time in saying it back, but her voice was also urging you to actually go back, the concept reinforced by the light push she gave you. and that’s what you did, running towards the rest of your teammates, not before sending her a teasing wink.
-♧-
the loud whistle of the referee marked the start of the second half of the match. your eyes were blinded by the overwhelmingly bright lights, their relentless glare directed onto the court, making it impossible to escape the spotlight. as if the intense artificial glow wasn’t enough of a reminder of the high expectations, the merging of the crowd’s voices, creating a deafening roar, hit you like a physical force, surrounding you from all sides. it was unpredictable, the eruptions of sounds following the action happening in the game. each burst of noise was a jolt to your nerves, leaving you with a rush of adrenaline that surged through your veins.
however, the cheering was almost completely silenced by the rapid pounding of your heartbeat. erratic thumps were echoing in your ears, as if they were trying to keep up with the intensity of the game. sweat dripped down your face, trickling over your skin. your shirt clung to your back, soaked and heavy with effort, and you could feel the damp fabric tugging at you with each movement.
the overhead lights caught the sweat on your body, making it glisten like beads of glass, a visible sign of the intensity of the game. fatigue weighed you down, your body running hot from the quick, snappy movements. but it wasn’t just exhaustion that pressed on you now, it was also that damn scoreboard.
it flashed before you like a challenge, the numbers were too close, too dangerous. a harsh reminder that everything was on the line. your mind raced. what if it’s not enough? what if we lose? your stomach twisted, anxiety gnawing at you. you swallowed hard as the doubt started to creep in. the pressure felt suffocating, and for a moment, you couldn’t focus on anything but the numbers glaring back at you. was it too late?
the swish of the ball snapping through the net jolted you back to reality. you quickly glanced at the scoreboard, your worst fear confirmed: the other team had scored, and the game was now tied. the roar of the crowd on their side felt like a punch in the gut, their celebrations loud and unrelenting. you froze, as though your body hadn’t caught up with what your eyes had just seen.
you then sighed heavily, hands covering your face in disappointment as your head and shoulders dropped. “damn it!” you whispered-shouted to yourself. the flickering numbers on the board only deepened the weight on your shoulders. this is it. your mind kept repeating the same words over and over. this was the moment where you were going to lose.
but as the doubt threatened to swallow you, you fought against it. squeezing your eyes shut, you inhaled deeply, trying to shake off the negativity. you couldn’t afford to fall apart now. as you reopened your eyes, you looked around, scanning the faces of the crowd in search of her. you finally found daniela’s gaze, the loud noises of the spectators fading in the background as you lost yourself in the warmth of her eyes.
she shot you a loving smile, paired with a slight tilt of her head, a gesture that added tenderness and vulnerability to her expression. there was a glimmer of hope in the way her lips curled, as if she believed, no matter how tight the game, that the outcome would tip in your favor. it was a smile that silently urged you to push through, as if saying “you’ve got this”.
her gaze made you realize that the game wasn’t over yet. there was still time, and you were gonna fight for it. fight for your team. fight for yourself. fight for her. it gave you a burst of energy and strength, the pressure that had been crushing you lifted just enough for you to breathe. with this newfound determination, you straightened your shoulders and refocused, mentally and physically preparing for the last play.
you looked at the clock, a relentless reminder of how little time was left, just a few precious moments until the buzzer. you glanced around, catching the determined looks of your teammates, knowing that this was the moment that could define the game. if your team could stay focused, if you worked seamlessly together, this was your opportunity to win. you had fought too hard to back down now.
as the action began, everything around you seemed to slow down. every step you took and every movement on the court felt drawn out, as if time itself had stretched. your heartbeat echoed in your ears, a steady pulse that anchored your focus. we’ve got this. you were confident in your team’s abilities.
the ball was moving fluidly, passed between teammates with calculated precision. the team moved towards the basket like a practiced dance, every motion was a step closer to the victory. as the ball landed between your hands, you saw it: an opportunity, a fraction of space where you could make a pass. without thinking, you moved, stepping into position, your hands guiding the ball into your teammate’s waiting grasp, perfectly placed for the shot.
you watched as the ball flew through the air in the perfect trajectory. it was the result of the seamless teamwork that had led to this moment. when the final buzzer echoed through the arena, your team erupted in uncontainable joy, jumping into the air, arms raised above your head as multiple ecstatic shouts could be heard. you and your teammates exchanged high-fives and laughed with unrestrained enthusiasm.
you were then pulled into a tight embrace with the rest of the team, the smell of sweat and the roaring of the crowd amplifying the rush of victory. you couldn’t stop grinning. excitement and relief washed over you, flooding your chest with warmth as the group celebrated together, savoring the success you had all fought for.
in that instant of celebration something inside you stirred. an unsettling feeling that made it impossible to stand still, as if staying where you were would cause you to burst with unspent energy. your leg trembled with nervousness, and you realized that you had no choice but to follow your instinct and commit to it.
so, suddenly, you pulled away from the group, sprinting towards the stands. your teammates all shared a confused and perplexed expression on their face, watching as you leaped with ease over the low barrier that separated the crowd from the court. to be completely honest, even you weren't entirely sure where this impulse came from; all you knew was that you just felt a rush of excitement that made you want to share your joy with daniela.
and that's exactly where you were heading: swiftly moving towards the cheerleading section in the stands. and then you saw her. her face mirrored the slight confusion of the crowd, but her smile was still there, welcoming and reassuring. when you reached her, the world around you seemed to stand still. she met your gaze, her eyes filled with something unspoken, something just for you. the moment probably lasted only a few seconds, but to the both of you, it felt like an eternity.
without a word, you gently cupped her face in your hands and pressed your lips onto hers. the kiss was almost urgent, as if it were releasing all the pent-up stress and anxiety from the match. you both moved in perfect harmony, savoring the sweetness and softness of her lips, a stark contrast to the saltiness caused by the sweat of your own. the warmth of her skin against your hands only added to her already inviting and comforting presence.
when you pulled away, the calm you felt was like an indescribable breath of fresh air, a much-needed escape from the overwhelming ocean of anxiety that had consumed you ever since the final weighed on your mind. your thoughts were interrupted by a sudden wave of surprised and teasing noises from the crowd. you looked around and saw people leaping to their feet, applauding you; others wore shocked, caught-off-guard expressions, gasping in disbelief; and your teammates’ excited cheers engulfed you from behind.
when you heard a distant voice shout “get a room!” you realized just how sudden and unexpected your gesture had been. a flush of embarrassment spread across your face as a shy smile tugged at your lips. daniela, mirroring your redness, laughed softly, her eyes wide in surprise and her hand was covering part of her face.
your locked eyes again, exchanging a silent moment of affection as you softly squeezed her face. a quiet reassurance for your girlfriend that she had nothing to worry about. then you turned to head back to your team, still chuckling. your teammates playfully patted the back of your head and your back.
“I’m gonna need a replay of that man! I swear it was more exciting than the win.” one of your teammates commented, making you laugh at the hilarious remark. “honestly, cutest shit ever.” minji said, looking at you supportingly as she held out her hand, ready for another high-five. a proud smile crossed her face, and you sighed in relief, happy that the kiss had been so well received.
the team triumphantly made its way to the trophy, gathering around it to make sure that everyone had a chance to touch it before lifting it high into the air, pride evident on every face. in all honesty, your pride wasn’t just for the victory, you were mostly proud to have shown everyone that daniela was yours, secretly hoping to have sparked a bit of envy over your relationship.
-♧-
when the team made its way back to the locker rooms, the teasing about the kiss continued. “okay we get it, you’re winning at life. winning the game, winning the heart… I’m honestly jealous!” one of your teammates remarked, laughing as she threw her arm around your shoulder. you rolled your eyes, already knowing that this wasn’t going to die down anytime soon. “no seriously, next time we win, I’m sprinting to the stands and getting me a kiss too!” another teammate chimed in, mimicking a running motion with exaggerated gestures.
“come on, jesus, I just gave her a kiss, nothing too scandalous,” you tried to shut them down, but it didn’t quite go as planned. “yeah, sure… let’s see if you just give her that tonight,” another teammate teased, making an obvious innuendo that sent the whole room into a fit of laughter. “shut up man! at least I’ve got game.” you shot back, whipping her arm with your shirt, the room erupting in a chorus of “ooh”s at your response.
as the teasing slowly quieted, one by one, every teammate started to leave the locker room. you decided to stay behind, soaking in the rare peace after all the excitement: both the chaos of the crowd and the energy of your teammates. when you finally stepped outside, you were met by daniela running towards you, jumping straight into your arms. you wrapped her tightly into a hug, and she did the same. the softness of her hair brushing against your cheek and the sweet, floral scent of her perfume that engulfed you, made you feel completely at home.
you spun her around, both of you laughing and letting out joyful sounds as the cold air whipped your hair around. when you stopped, you finally took a good look at her. the blush still lingered on her cheeks, and her beautiful eyes gazed at you, holding an unspoken question, as if she was waiting for you to notice something. “no way…” your voice trailed off as you realized what shirt she had changed into.
“yes way, it even has your name on the back!” she exclaimed happily, bouncing excitedly in your arms. she was wearing one of your basketball jerseys, your number boldly printed on the front, with the team logo stitched onto her chest. “no fucking way,” you repeated, deeply touched by her gesture. “I love you so much dani,” you murmured, feeling more grateful than ever. she had proven, yet again, that she was the best girlfriend anyone could ask for, and you wouldn’t trade her for anyone else in this world.
“I love you too,” she whispered back, holding your face. and in that moment, everything felt perfect.
a/n: I hope the last part doesn't feel too rushed, and I'm really sorry if the dialogue with the teammates sounds too corny 😭
ii. ───“I guess they'd think we suit each other. If they saw us,” Lara says, biting her lower lip. “Everyone thought so, didn't they?”
“Yeah,” Yn agrees lightly, something short and quick that makes time stop. “Some things never change, right?”
This is what happens when you suddenly run into your ex-girlfriend in a coffee shop on a Wednesday. This is what happens when you agree to go out with her on something that shouldn't sound like a date. This is what happens when it does sound a lot like one, actually, and you've never really gotten over her.
But, well, Yn and Lara like to think that this is just the natural order of things.
�𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𓈒𓈒𓈒 Lara Raj ⋆ 𝑓𝑒𝑚 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ・ 𝑤𝑐. 7.k ・ 𝑔. 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿f , hurt/comfort—Exes to Lovers. that embarrassing moment when you see your ex for the first time after a while 😓
Lara likes to call herself a lucky person. Over the years, she has often found herself in situations where only the good grace of luck could save her. Like that kind of moment when you're a kid and you've just broken your mother's favorite plate, and then she finds out and she's angry. And, like the good liar that you are, you just put the blame on the dog or cat or whatever it is that could break something other than you.
For some reason, your mother believes you, you're free from any scolding, and that's luck. Lara really loves that.
Lately, though, She's been trying too hard to hold on to that thought. It shouldn't be difficult, you know, but it is. After a certain point, Lara should just have given up looking for the thing that would keep getting her out of scoldings and bad situations that leave her puffy-eyed in the morning after a night of pure crying. Surely, as the stubborn person she is and always has been, none of that would make her stop believing that it would all be worth it one day. Because, of course, there's only one thing sweeter than luck, and it's called karma.
Again, Lara likes to call herself a lucky person. It doesn't necessarily mean that she is—the universe has proven that to her a lot of times.
And, well, this is one of them, that's for sure. It's a Wednesday, it’s spring, and she needs a coffee. Like, physically needs it, becauses she's miserable to the point of having become addicted to caffeine at the age of nineteen, and apparently, it hasn't ruined her life enough for her to have done anything about it at all.
Much because of her desperation for coffee, Lara just walks into the first coffee shop that happens to be in front of her, without really caring about how it all sounds. This leads her into a relatively empty one, with just a few people sitting at tables studying or working, too distracted to pay attention to anything.
She’s quick to make her order: an iced Americano that she would later make a point of adding a lot of sugar to. It's a soft smile on her lips that she gives to the barista before standing in a corner next to the counter where they hand out the orders, waiting for her coffee.
Meanwhile, she pulls out her cell phone in order to check her inbox to see what her next headache at work would be. Obviously, she gets distracted and suddenly ends up on another one of those pages of cute cats videos on TikTok, and that—that is the real problem. Because if she hadn't been so focused on something other than what was going on around her, she might actually have done something, like run or panic or just—
She should definitely stop drinking coffee.
Because, before she can even assimilate anything, The girl is raising her head once she hears the barista say that same order she's always been so familiar with and a name.
A name that has never, not even once, failed to send Lara to fucking hell for her sins.
Then, Yn, after seeing who is right in front of her, doesn't even seem to really care about her order anymore. An oat milk latte with one shot of vanilla syrup, by the way, which is strange, because she always used to order two, and just didn't add a third one because she was afraid the barista would think she was a sugar addict. Yn, in fact, seems almost as surprised as Lara by the whole situation, her eyes wide as they always were when she was scared, or panicked, or a mixture of the two. Lara guesses that maybe that’s one of the times when she’s just both, actually.
What Yn does, in fact, is stand facing Lara, looking as if she really hasn't realized that she was there before, well, doing it. Lara wonders if she isn't just thinking of turning around and pretending that none of this had ever happened and not even worrying about her coffee. Because, well, that's what Lara is considering doing, and she and Yn have always had terribly similar minds.
But, going against all her expectations and perhaps false desires, Yn does what even she didn't know she had the courage to do, because what comes out of her lips is a simple, “Hi.”
And Lara should have continued with her plan to just run away, because ‘panicking’ is already in action, in truth. However, she also didn’t know she had the guts to do that either, because suddenly all she says back is, “Hello.”
It's silence after that. A terrible, absolute, panic-filled silence. And neither of them really thought that one day that peaceful quietness they were always so used to sharing would suddenly become that.
Well, not so suddenly. It's something that would hurt Laras heart if she even dared to think about it.
Surprising Yn and herself, Lara is the first to break it, pointing with her chin to the drink that has been forgotten on the counter. “One shot, huh? It was always two at least.”
Yn seems to flinch at that, as if still trying to identify that little trace of humor in Lara's voice, though always mixed with a little discomfort. And she can't cling to the fact that Lara remembers it, she can't. Yet Yn does it anyway.
“Trying to cut off,” she shrugs before shyly picking up her coffee, looking at it in her hands just so she doesn't have to face the girl. It's an awkward instant between them where they both look away too many times to count, although neither is really willing to move. Incredibly, it’s Yn who continues, “So... how's your family? Your friends?”
Lara pauses. Trying to pull herself together again. “Oh, you know. Family is family. And Yoonchae still asks me to help her do her homework.”
Yn chuckles quietly. God, Lara has never forgotten how that sounds, but it still seems completely new. “You mean... she asks for your help and you basically do it for her?”
Yn blinks. Are we reminiscing about the past, then? She thinks, a nasty little voice in her head, though not strong enough to stop that particular loud beating of her heart.
“You know I can never say no to her when she makes those puppy eyes.”
The smile that appears on Yn's face is absolutely breathtaking. There's no other word for it when it just looks so... genuine. Her dimples and that little bag under her eyes don’t lie. Lara knows that better than anyone.
"You're fine. I couldn't either.” Yn nods slightly.
Yeah, you couldn't say it to me too, that voice once again, and then Lara needs a lot of strength to let it go.
“And... what about you? Does Manon still send you hundreds of messages to update you about her day?” Lara asks because, Jesus, she misses Manon so much.
“Not as much as before, unfortunately,” Yn says with a shrug. “She's got a girlfriend now. Someone better to do the job.”
“Sorry, but I think she kind of did that with everyone,” Lara smiles softly at the memory of having lots and lots of photos of Manon in her gallery because the girl always made a point of sending them. And who exactly was Lara to deny something as sweet as that? “Never getting tired of talking and stuff.”
“Oh, did she used to text you too?” Yn frowns.
“Every day.”
Yn makes that expression of when she's disappointed about something, though never serious enough. Lara feels like she could die at the very moment. “Ah, and I thought I was the only one.”
You were for me, oh, the voice decided to be sensitive for the first time. Something is happening, then.
Well, maybe this is what happens when you suddenly run into your ex-girlfriend who you broke up with less than five months ago. Actually, Lara hadn't even had a chance to properly celebrate another month that had passed since that, because there is still a week to go before it's really five months. In any case, she could hardly call it a celebration, considering that it would probably consist of her crying more and more about the break-up she hadn't gotten over.
Not that she'd ever thought she could get over Yn. Not that she'd ever thought she could break up with Yn, but there they are, and actually all Lara wants to do is kiss her on the lips and taste the coffee she'd just started drinking. Lara is still sure it would be sweet even with just a dose of vanilla syrup.
But no. She wouldn't do that, because that Yn isn’t there for that. She is no longer the Yn that Lara loved so much to kiss and talk to about life, she hadn't been for much more than just five months.
She's the ex-girlfriend Yn. No longer just girlfriend. It's a distinction that Lara still has to learn to make inside her mind.
Suddenly, it's her order that's called, and she can do nothing but pick up her coffee with trembling hands, knowing full well that Yn is watching her movements, because that's what she always does. It's still too hesitant the way they just stand there, facing each other, waiting for the moment when they would inevitably separate and then that would be the last time.
Well, change of plans, apparently, because it's Yn who says, “Well, that was really nice, actually,” and it’s a second longer than usual before she can fully meet Lara's eyes. “Maybe we should do that on purpose sometime.”
And Lara wishes she could say that they definitely, certainly wouldn't do that.
She can't, however, because she just nods and leaves the café with the one who should at least sound like her ex-girlfriend. Doing what should at least sound like one last time. Far from it, unfortunately.
She already knew for a long time that it wouldn't be at all.
It's not a date.
It's a Saturday night, no longer a Wednesday morning. It's still spring, though, just like that first time. Lara is wearing that pair of jeans that she always tries to forget the fact that Yn really liked but, well, they're really nice, so she can't exactly blame her.
She's not that worried about the way she looks. Maybe a little, maybe too much.
It's not a fucking date. But maybe Lara wants it to be one, maybe yes, maybe no. She’s still making up her mind about it.
As she watches Yn's car drive into her street, she can't help the insistent pounding in her heart, ripping through the walls of her body. She also still can't help the small smile she's forced to give when Yn opens the door for her from the inside, and then it's only a second before she can leave the cold night behind and sit down in the passenger seat.
The car is warm, the heater should probably have been on just a minute before. It was something Yn always did, leaving the car warm before Lara got into it, because she liked to be comfortable, but hated the feeling of the warm air hitting her.
Well, she’s doing it again, apparently. Still on that reminiscing thing and all that, then.
“So... where are we going today?” Lara asks softly once Yn starts driving again. Only after making sure that Lara had put on her seat belt, of course.
Yn hums quietly, just one hand on the wheel. Lara used to think it was dangerous when people did that before she saw her do it, because then all she could think was that this is the hottest thing a girl could do, if that girl is Yn. “How about that restaurant we used to go to?” she suggests, a trace of hesitation in her voice that only Lara could recognize.
“Which one?”
“That restaurant,” Yn licks her lips. “The first one.”
Lara blinks. “Oh. That one.”
It's such a short silence that she can't even recompose herself, because then Yn is looking at her slightly. Fast enough to make it shatter, not so long to break it completely—although it’s so dangerously close. She doesn't even have enough time to say something else before Yn murmurs in that tone of voice that has always been just for Lara: “But we can always go somewhere else if you want.”
Lara chuckles silently. The old Yn would never say that, because she was the one who always made sure to plan all their dates, with no exceptions. Lara trusted her blindly, and her expectations were never broken. Perhaps she still does, even after everything.
“No, it's okay,” She reaffirms, glancing at Yn as she focuses on the road again. It’s much easier to do that when she isn't looking back. “Won't that be too nostalgic, though?”
Yn seems to take a second to think about it and, God, she hasn't changed a bit, still with the black hair that always fell into her eyes and that habit of biting her lower lip when she's too lost in her thoughts. Lara didn’t expect her to change, because it's only been five months, but there's always that type of person who, after a break-up, dyes their hair or changes their style or gets a piercing. Not Yn, though. She's still just the same as before—although Lara thinks she wouldn't look bad with an eyebrow piercing.
"Maybe,” Yn says after a moment, so quietly that Lara wouldn't have noticed if she hadn't been so focused on her in the first place. “but let’s do it anyway.”
And, as always, This girl can do nothing but agree. Accept. Because what exactly would she do for that person who never stopped looking like the girl she fell in love with and promised to keep doing so for the rest of her life?
When they finally arrive at the restaurant, she can be sure that her mind starts to combust with all the deja-vu invading her head without warning. It's a complete avalanche as soon as she and Yn ask for a table for two and instinctively choose that particular corner of the room. And Jesus Christ, Lara should have denied it, she shouldn't have been there, not in that restaurant, not with Yn, not with any of that—
It's a date, she realizes when suddenly everything leads them to that same old table that is always empty, just waiting for them.
Yn pulls out the chair for her to sit on and they both smile. The waiter comes and they order what they, again, always used to. They talk about something meaningless, about the present, about the future, all seeming too sensitive to touch open wounds like the past. Still, Lara can't help but notice the way a lock of hair keeps falling into Yn's face, and she needs too much strength to stop that desperate impulse of her to just lean in a little and—
Look, Lara never considered herself a particularly strong person. She's lazy and doesn't like working out, her favorite weekend activity is watching bad romantic comedies and sleeping. She always hated having to carry heavy things, whether it’s her own home furniture or bags from the market. Just like her physique, she never expected her mind to be strong—in fact, it might even be weaker.
The point is, Lara doesn't know how to stop it all from happening. All of it, from start to finish. She doesn't know how to stop her eyes from always falling on Yn after a pause in their conversation, seeming to hesitate about it in a way that they never, ever did. She doesn't know how to stop her heart from beating so fast after months of feeling completely frozen—she doesn't know how to stop wondering about all those things, about what was and what could have been. God, they'd never had to doubt anything between them for years, but then everything seemed so damned lost overnight.
Well, not really, and she knows it. She's there, with Yn, and it doesn't seem as lost as before. Maybe they have found each other after all, but at what cost?
Because they are in that same restaurant, at that same table. They had been there a thousand times, because she loves the meat and Yn loves anything Lara loves. Because that was the place of their first date, and what happened afterwards was also one of the many... first times they had with each other.
That's another first, then. The first date after the break-up. Just as miserable as the whole story.
Sometimes all Lara really, truly wants, without second thoughts or hesitations, is for her and Yn to just exist. To forget everything and skinny dip in water under the bridge. In what they had always done so well together.
And Lara is resilient most of the time, but she's sinking with the ship when suddenly Yn says, “What are you thinking about?”
She blinks, realizing she has been silent for too long. “Just... you know, it's been a long time since I last came here. Everything looks the same, though.”
“Really? You've never been here on your own?” Yn asks and she looks so innocent. Lara can't even get mad about it.
She just snorts, taking a soft sip from her glass of water which serves as a distraction from having to stare into Yn's eyes, too focused on the liquid. “You know I didn't.”
“Why’s that?”
She needs a second more. Perhaps an eternity. “It reminds me of you. Here. I just... thought it wouldn't make sense if I wasn't with you.”
Yn opens and closes her mouth a few times, so disoriented that she swears everything starts to move around her. “But you love the meat here...” she mutters, a sad sigh escaping from between her lips.
Yeah, Lara thinks, and it's a melancholy smile on her face when she can't look away. But I love you more.
Shs doesn't bother answering after that, because then the food arrives. Just to add to all those thoughts in Lara's brain, she can be sure that the waiter is the same as the one from the first time. From the first date. It's something that would make her just walk out and plan her suicide if she didn't, in fact, love meat.
It's easier to take it while they're eating, even though she can't help but notice the way Yn looks at her, her eyes full of admiration as she watches Lara enjoying her favorite meal. Well, Yn can't help but do that, so it’s okay.
Somewhere between all that, as always, it's really suddenly the way she just lets her gaze linger on the red-haired girl for too long when she asks, again, very suddenly, “Do you remember that time we made a video to our futures selves?”
Lara blinks, and if the grip of her fingers on the fork hadn't been so strong it would probably have fallen straight onto her plate. She doesn't know if she's liking this reminiscing about the past thing anymore.
“Yeah. I guess I must have it saved somewhere,” she replies softly, trying to sound casual. She knows exactly where that video is, though. That album in her phone gallery named with a simple (yet devastating) “gf <3” that, even after five months, she has been unable to delete.
And she has never been able to delete any of it, in fact. When they messaged each other to arrange that “date”, the last texts were still saved in the chat, ghosts hanging around.
“Do you... remember what you said?” Yn asks, hesitation leaking down her throat, falling through her words. It didn't take long for Lara to notice that her cheeks are starting to turn that shade of pink, but maybe it’s just—maybe it’s just the natural color of it.
Lara smiles sadly, her heart heavy in her chest. “I think I said I wanted to marry you,” she murmurs and doesn't have the courage to look at her ex's eyes at the moment, already knowing that there is that same glint as before. “Silly, isn't it?”
“Not much,” Yn swallows dryly, playing with her fingers in that nervous way. The blush on her face has stopped being natural for quite some time. “It used to make sense at the time, I guess.”
I think it never stopped doing so, is a ponderous thought that Lara lets invade her mind.
“yeah,” Lara's lips curve wistfully. “What about you?”
Yn smiles and it looks sincere. She's always been terrible at hiding her emotions anyway. “I told you that you suited me well. Or that I suited you. Something like that.”
Oh, there it is. Lara remembers it perfectly, the day they recorded the video, the way it all sounded like a promise. She remembers when Yn pulled her closer, the cell phone still in her hand, and then they kissed until they forgot all their words and that would be enough. It was always so enough that—
Lara lets out, “You...”
“What?” Yn doesn't even hesitate.
“It’s stupid.”
Yn snorts, something sweet that makes her dimples appear slightly. Lara has always dreamed of always making her smile and then keeping them there forever. “It’s okay. All this is stupid.”
Lara smiles too, she can't help it. It’s all so, so stupid. Impulsive and reckless, just so... them.
They've always been that right from the start, haven't they? Getting carried away and adoring every part of it, without a single thought about the things they knew that were meant to be. And sometimes Lara Raj likes to think that they could just take it all off and start again, but at others she just wants to carry on like this.
Just never change the way they had always loved to be.
“Do you still think that?” She asks, something catching in her throat when Yn doesn't let her look away. A sparkle in her eye that keeps Lara in place. “That we suit each other?
Yn blinks once, twice, and everything starts to slip away, “Maybe. Yeah. I think so.” she pauses. “I mean, can you suddenly stop suiting someone?”
Lara sighs, and all she wants to say is no, you cannot. Not us. But then she has to control herself and looks away, taking a much deeper sip of water than she probably would in any normal situation.
“It wasn't that sudden, though.”
She instantly regretted it, just like everything she had done before. The girl's gaze freezes for a few seconds and Lara can feel her own heart doing the exact same thing.
“Still.” Yn whispers, anyway, because that's what she always does.
Yeah, still, Lara's mind pulses. God, she's really starting to regret all that—not that she didn't regret everything else as well. She certainly, without a single doubt, regretted what had caused them to be there, in that same restaurant they had gone to as girlfriends, but now as exes. And yet, it didn't seem enough for her to even think about stopping it. For her to try to stop the way her heart pounded when Yn sent that message asking her out, and then she knew.
She's never really going to stop doing that sort of thing, is she? What they always liked to call love.
The guilt and regret Lara feels about all the previous events should be the answer to all of it, actually. Because she regrets meeting Yn in the coffee shop, talking to her, accepting everything. And this is only happening because the fact is, Lara didn't want it to happen at all. Under no circumstances did Lara want Yn to have become someone she couldn't even look at, someone she could now only miss—someone who, for so long, had been perfect for her in every way.
She didn't want it to have changed. None of the things, absolutely none of them—and how bad is it to say that maybe Lara never wanted to stop making sure that Yn loved her exactly the way she said she did?
Because, God, now she doesn't even know if she does. Like, at all, and that's just—
“Do you,” Yn suddenly speaks up again, catching Lara's eye as she gently points out with her chin at a couple at the table next to them. “think they would think we suit each other?
Lara blinks, looking at the couple. It's a man and a woman, probably only a few years older than them. They are pretty, and they definitely suit each other, that kind of beauty that complements the other perfectly. She can't help but wonder what they are to each other, if this is their first date, or if it will be their last. She notices the ring on her finger, beautiful and shiny, and Lara finds herself wondering if she has ever thought of taking it off, putting it aside and just... existing without it. Did she ever think that one day she would be able to do it? That one day it would be possible?
Lara never thought she could. Still, the ring Yn had given her is kept in a hidden place in her room and she has never been able to look at it since what they regretfully called the end.
“I don't think they even saw us, Yn,” Lara says flatly, but her heart skips a beat when she can't exactly look at her.
Yn blinks at that, embarrassed. “You're right,” she makes that head movement she always does when she's upset, or ashamed, or whatever that used to make Lara automatically lean in for a soft kiss as an apology. “Sorry.”
Lara sighs, staring at her plate which has already started to empty as dinner goes on. It's not even five seconds later that she looks at the couple again, and then at Yn. At her eyes, beautifully illuminated by the restaurant lights, at her ridiculously long eyelashes fluttering gently, at her angelic expression.
Fucking hell, she hasn’t changed at all. She's still Yn, the same old Yn. The one who hadn't even hesitated to make Lara fall madly in love with her in a pathetically short space of time.
And again, fucking hell. Lara is starting to be really grateful for that.
“But... I do,” the words are out of her mouth before she can even think about it.
“You what?” Yn blinks, her full attention on her again.
“I guess they'd think we suit each other. If they saw us,” Lara says, biting her lower lip in a way that always makes Yn unable to control herself, just giving up and staring at it. It’s only a second before she realizes it and tries to look away. “Everyone thought so, didn't they?”
I think so too, she smiles softly as she watches the couple again, a bad excuse to avoid her gaze. Not that it would ever stop Yn from looking at her anyway.
“Yeah,” Yn agrees lightly, something short and quick that makes time stop. “Some things never change, right?”
Lara turns to her, they look at each other. It's infinite, profound, as if everything is still the same as before. As if they are the same as before.
And they wouldn't talk about it, but they both hope they are.
They would never change. That's one thing—or rather promise— they've known and would continue to know from the very first moment they met.
Lara was sixteen when it happened. When the two of them looked at each other for the first time and automatically knew that there was something between them that would make them happen, from the beginning to the end to the beginning again. And who exactly were they to stop something that looked so much like the fatality of their own beings?
They became that typical high school couples. The ones who ate lunch and drank coffee together, who studied in the library and kissed in the restrooms, just because they were too shy to do it in the hallways. Yn was the girlfriend who picked flowers on the way to class and gave them to her lover, and Lara was the one who kept them all until they wilted, and then Yn would be there to give new ones again. It was the natural order of things, it was how they would always be.
It was only at the end of high school that problems began to arise. They already had them, of course, like every other person and couple out there—like anyone who broke up, like anyone who stayed together regardless. However, they very decidedly thought that there would be nothing in the world that could make them stop loving each other, let alone something that would make them fall apart.
They were right about one of those things. One of the many promises they would never risk breaking.
The point is, relationships are complicated, and any minimally decent person knows that, and so did they. Living practically together, which had always been so easy, suddenly became very difficult for both of them. With the end of the semester, the month, the week and the day, they were constantly stressed, angry, very easy to fight, very difficult to fix. These were things that slowly drained them, making them lose their desire for everything they had always loved: the slow, deep kisses became quick and meaningless, the result of a habit. The times they spent hours talking about life became short minutes where they asked how the day was, how they were, and then the answers would always be the same. The warmth, which had always been so right to make them certain, gave space to the cold, which always created so many doubts.
And although they tried everything to make it different, so that it didn't really affect what they had, well, it did, and it was just too many things to deal with at once.
So, they broke up. Without much talking, without much logical thought behind it. They just sat down on the couch after one of the many little arguments they had during the day, looked at each other, and then it was there.
Something that neither of them had the strength to resolve.
They both cried, it seemed mutual. And anyone looking at it would probably think it was because there was just no more love between them, because there was no longer anything they could fight for. But no.
The love never really died, and that was the worst part. They just couldn't wait for the moment when they would hurt each other so much that they would actually kill it.
Some time later, Lara continued to think and make theories about it. About why everything had ended up that way, why they had turned into that. And, really, there was nothing dramatic about it, something worthy of the silver screen; it was real, human, a flower slowly wilting until it had a chance to be watered again.
Five months passed where they were separated, waiting for the moment when they would have that again.
The answers to all their doubts: why they had fallen in love with each other from the start, why they had never been able to stop doing it.
It had been about four years of dating, five months apart. And still, still, no kind of ending would ever make them forget why they had started in the first place.
At the end of the night, Yn stops the car on Lara's street, in front of her apartment, and then the silence is instantaneous.
The song that was playing before suddenly stops, letting another one start, but neither of them is paying attention anymore. They were talking about something, probably, and all Lara wants to do is beg Yn to just go back to driving, and then they would talk again and everything would be fine.
She just wants five more minutes. She doesn't want to go home.
What happens instead is Yn looking at her and smiling softly, something sad behind her expression as she says, “I really liked tonight.”
The smile Lara is ready to give back instantly trembles. “Me too. Thanks for inviting me.”
“Thanks for running into me in the café that day.”
“Thanks for saying hi to me first,” Lara adds with an amused giggle soon after and this makes Yn's smile become more sincere. Lara feels like she might melt right then and there.
“Why? Wouldn't have said anything if I hadn't?” Yn asks softly, leaning back in the driver's seat.
“I mean, I didn't know what to do.” Lara confesses honestly. “It's good that you did, though.”
Yn chuckles quietly, playing with her fingers in her lap, smiling sweetly when she sees that Lara is watching it. “Well, I didn't know what to do either. I just... thought well, why not, mhm?” she murmurs, and then she has Lara's eyes back on her. It's something that warms her heart just like before. “It felt a bit like before when we were talking. So... I don't know. It was nice. It was all nice.”
“I think so too,” Lara nods, agreeing softly when she feels her ears turn slightly red. And she isn't someone who gets hot easily, but suddenly the inside of the car seems to be on fire. “It's as if... nothing has really changed.”
Yn has to wait a second for that. “It hasn't. Me and you,” she swallows dryly, her voice much more serious when she can't bring herself to look at Lara completely. “Even after everything... we're still the same, aren't we?”
It's a trace of hesitation in her voice that makes Lara have the hungry instinct to just kiss her until Yn is completely sure about whatever she's talking about. Until she never has to doubt anything between them again.
“Yeah. I guess so,” she just assents, however, something quick and short that makes them both look away for a second.
Lara knows that this is the moment when she will probably just leave, go home, and then that would be the last time. They wouldn't meet again, whether in a coffee shop or in the restaurants they used to go to together that now neither of them can go to alone again. They wouldn't talk about it, either, there would be no other messages or calls or excuses for them to see each other. There would be no other time, no other end. That would be it, and that would be that.
But no, of course not. The car doors are still locked, She is still there, Yn hasn't moved. It's a beat of silence short enough for her to have the courage to break when Lara dangerously asks, “Do you remember our first kiss?”
Yn freezes at that, as if suddenly everything is coming back to her brain more than automatically. It had happened a few years before, in that exactly same place, exactly after everything they are doing again this night. The first date, the first kiss— and then…
“Of course,” she mutters, her voice low as she still doesn't dare to look at Lara from that angle. “How could I forget?”
Lara takes a deep breath, just to have the strength. Just to have the heart for it. “You were right there, and I was right here. We were coming back from the same restaurant as now, from our first date. Then suddenly...” she allows herself to smile, Yn's hands trembling from where she can see. “You kissed me. I kissed you back, and it was very weird at first because you'd never really kissed anyone before.”
Yn lets out a laugh. Sincere, loud, the kind that never failed to make Lara's heart flutter just as it is doing now.
“I was nervous!” Yn bursts out, finally looking at her. her dimples are on full display and Lara has to control herself a lot not to just lean over and put her finger in that particular spot.
Instead, she laughs too, because Yn doesn't stop, and who is Lara, if not the person who has never been able to deny any of the various paths that Yn has leading her down?
“But... I mean, are you now?” Lara asks softly once her giggles are no longer echoing around, a very risky question given the situation.
Yn looks at her for a second longer, a trace of laughter slowly draining from her face. Although never that little smile. “Why would I?”
Lara shrugs, hesitantly. “I don't know. You always used to get nervous around me.”
Yn swallows dryly. “Yeah. Used to. In the past.”
“Yeah, but... it could, I don't know, have been one of the things that hasn't changed either.”
It's an instant of silence between them and suddenly the air becomes much heavier, taking much more effort to enter their lungs. Their eyes meet and that contact lasts much longer than it normally would, much longer than it should, but neither of them does anything to stop it. Neither of them seems to have the courage, neither of them seems to want to.
“What else hasn't changed?” Yn asks, her voice trembling so slightly that Lara wouldn't even notice if she wasn't so attentive to the other's every move.
Lara licks her lips and Yn stares, not looking away for a single second. It's so instinctive that she doesn't even have time to feel embarrassed about it. She has all her attention focused on Lara's mouth as it curves around the words, “You know what.”
Yn is a weak woman, she has always known that, but then everything becomes much more obvious when she notices exactly what Lara has been doing. Pushing and pushing right up to the edge until the moment when the other would have to take the first initiative, the first move, the first action. And surely there is no one else in the whole world who loves playing that role more than Yn.
“I know,” She whispers, practically hypnotized by the way Lara's eyes are watching her at that moment, not even trying to hide the fact that she is looking at Yn's lips too. Slow and intoxicating and so damn beautiful.
Lara isn't particularly strong either, because her lips tremble visibly when she can't look away and then everything seems to slow down. “And... what exactly are you going to do about it?”
It's not even a breath later that she knows. And, God, she's never been so happy to know about something, because then Yn is leaning in and Lara doesn't even have the heart to stop the way their lips fit perfectly into the kiss she has spent so long dreaming about.
And none of her dreams would live up to reality, because apparently Yn is determined to make it better . When their mouths meet and Lara automatically kisses her back, it's very gentle for the first ten seconds. Just a pressing of lips as if they are still exploring new waters, mastering new places. At some point, however, Lara is sighing as she leans closer, holding Yn by the face, and then that's it.
It takes exactly one instant and a gasp for Yn to throw her hands all over her, holding Lara by the neck to deepen their kiss. It had been a long time, but she would never forget what it’s like to kiss Yn, never forget what it is like to love every moment of it.
“I miss you,” Yn whimpers between kisses, her eyes closed when all she can feel is Lara against her mouth, blindly searching for more.
Lara smiles at that and Yn feels it, wishing she could do it forever. “I'm right here,” and she is. god, she is.
It's intoxicating the way they get closer and closer, as if they're focused on breaking that claim that two people can never be in the same exact place at the same time.
Well, Lara knows a thing or two about her and Yn. And one of those is that nothing is really impossible for two people who would never stop loving each other.
summary: dani never expected the outcome of your friendship— or when she accidentally confess and mess it all up.
warnings: spanglish talk, friends with benefits, angst (shitty angst i’m sorry), use of y/n, cursing, top!reader, bottom!dani, strap-on use (dani receiving), make up sex, both r and d use the word ‘mami’ (i swear it’s so hot)
a/n: y’all!! so many things to say because.. me posting after a long time? with a katseye smut? IN SPANISH? insane. i’ve been wanting to write a spanish fic for so long now that i just saw the opportunity when i met katseye (hi jade thank you). i was also very scared to do it but my friends have been so supportive about it that i finally did it. a full spanish fic is crazy here so i’m sorry for those who will need to translate this.
daniela jamás habría pensado llegar a esta situación. claro que el vínculo tan fuerte entre las dos era palpable hasta en el aire, aún si no las conocías, todos sabían lo cercanas que eran, sin poder encontrar a dani sin y/n y a y/n sin dani, cada una pegada a la otra como si separarse fuera lo peor que les podría ocurrir. y/n no podía evitarlo, era evidente que la energía magnética de daniela producía una sensación extraña en ella, acercándola más y más, a veces sin razón aparente. una necesidad inexplicable de seguirla a donde fuera la rubia y tenerla lo más cerca que se pudiera, y si no era así, saber en donde se encontraba.
tal vez fue así como empezó, daniela intentaba adivinar cuando había sido el comienzo exactamente, su mente solo recordaba con exactitud y seguridad el día donde tus manos fueron más allá de lo imaginado, guiándose solas por el mismo deseo —inconsciente– de caer en su cuerpo; posándose en sus caderas y luego más abajo, suspiraste en fascinación al ver cómo el pantalón se ajustaba tan majestuosamente alrededor de sus curvas. ella no quitó tus manos, la comisura de sus labios amenazaba en delatar la sonrisa del goce de sentir tus manos.
“you always look so good, mami.”
si, ese quizás había sido el comienzo de todo. pero vamos, ¿quién podría culparla? hacía un buen tiempo que la rubia te miraba con otros ojos, otras intenciones detrás de esa dulce mirada de ojitos de cachorro. tus palabras fueron lo que dani necesitaba para terminar con lo que que sea que ustedes dos venían jugando hasta ahora. sabía que también la mirabas de otra forma.
volteó, quedando frente a frente contigo, pasando sus manos por detrás de tu cuello y rascando con suavidad, sintiendo como tus manos no abandonaban su cuerpo, de hecho, aseguraban su posición justo en su culo.
“yeah? can’t keep the hands to yourself, can you?”
levantó una ceja mientras empujaba su mejilla con la lengua, el coqueteo evidente en su tono de voz.
“no con esa vista.”
fue entonces cuando dani no dudó en arriesgarlo todo, lanzándose a tus labios sin pensar en consecuencias ni en los alrededores. tú, ella, y el acalorado momento que había surgido en el camarín. enganchaba sus dedos entre mechones de tu cabello, como si así se asegurara de que no ibas a escaparte, mientras tu agarre solo se hacía más fuerte, provocando que dani empujara sus caderas contra las tuyas. el beso era lento como los movimientos de ambos cuerpos, daniela tenia un sabor inexplicable y no encontrabas forma de entender lo afortunada que estabas siendo al probar esos labios tan suaves y tentadores.
lo que tendría que haber sido una ocasión especial (según ambas partes acordaron) pronto volvería a repetirse. una, dos, incluso más veces de las que quisieran confesar, todas terminaban con un “una última vez” entre suspiros y besos que ambas sabían que no iban a cumplir. daniela no podía escaparse. en días súper ajetreados y en sus días más tranquilos no podía quitarte de su cabeza. quería entender por qué, ¿cómo era posible que haya permitido todo aquello? y, ¿por qué no podía negarse ante ti?
no pasó mucho tiempo para que katseye se diera cuenta que su rayito de sol se encontraba fuera de sí, la relación tan cercana que ambas mantenían ya no parecía tan cálida como siempre, habían notado la distancia que tomaron repentinamente y todas sabían que había algo dentro de la cabecita de daniela que la preocupaba hasta no poder dormir. manon comenzó a preocuparse desde aquella noche donde al pisar la sala de estar, encontró luces desde la tv y un cuerpo en el sofá que la había asustado hasta insultar al aire. daniela no tenía descanso de sus propios pensamientos y manon fue su lugar seguro para compartir el pequeño secreto.
“dani, hate to say this but you do realize that you might be in love with her, right?” le dijo, poniendo una mano en su muslo, dejando suaves caricias que le brindaban –aunque sea un poco– de consuelo. “shit, i can’t believe you’re fuck buddies.”
“manon!” dani golpeó su brazo, tratando de ser lo más cuidadosa posible en el volumen de su voz. aunque fueran las únicas en la sala, las chicas seguían estando por sus habitaciones y no podía asegurarse de que alguna no interrumpiera. “i guess not anymore.”
“i’m sorry. this is shocking.”
“yeah, well, tell me about it. look at how far it got me.”
y es que daniela no podía pasar un día más sin desear que fueras suya. realmente suya. si, lo habías dicho entre gemidos varias veces, pero daniela deseaba más que eso. todo en ti la ansiaba a quererte por completo, no por unos cortos 40 minutos antes de irse o por 2 horas cuando eran las únicas que se quedaban en casa con la excusa de que “estaban muy cansadas para salir”. daniela necesitaba despertarse contigo, caminar mano a mano contigo a donde fuera, sentarse contigo al final del día y contarte de ese perrito que se cruzó por la mañana y le pareció tan tierno que le hizo desear tener uno. quería ser ella la que te hiciera reír todos los días, que sea ella la que pudiera decir que era tu novia. dani se moría de celos al verte con las demás chicas, siendo tan cariñosa y encantadora como siempre, sin siquiera voltear a ella. en parte odiaba ser solo un poco de tu atención pero por otro lado amaba la exclusividad que tenían, aunque fuera por poco tiempo.
se echaba la culpa y se preguntaba cómo podría haberlo estropeado todo. dani gruñó y escondió su cara entre sus manos, sintiéndose derrotada. solo podía recordar la expresión muerta de tu cara cuando se le escapó un inocente “te quiero” que arruinaría el vínculo del momento. no estabas lista– ¡mucho menos lo estaba ella! su tonto desliz las había traído hasta aquí.
“listen, i really think you should talk to her.”
“like, for what? for her to turn me down immediately? again.” entonces, levantó la cabeza y miró a su compañera, suspirando.
“hey, maybe just take some time, okay? take this week off and just… clear your mind.”
quizás manon no se equivocaba allí. después de todo, katseye tenía una buena semana sin agenda para descansar. la única forma que daniela tenía de aprovecharla y meditar sobre el asunto era pasar la semana sola, sin y/n. fruncía sus labios, disgustada ante la sola idea, pero entendiendo que era lo mejor.
“do you think she’s gonna notice?” pausó un segundo antes de volver a hablar, “will she even care about it?”
“well, one thing i’m sure about is that y/n really adores you. i don’t think you’re just a toy to her, y’know?” daniela se sonrojaba, quedándose en silencio. tenía sus dudas.
así fue como la semana de descanso de katseye llegó, cada una aprovechándolo a su forma, aunque sabías que iban a tomarse su tiempo individual, te sentías inquieta al estar distanciada de dani, la repentina necesidad de hablar con ella en un intento de arreglar las cosas no hacía más que ponerte nerviosa, sin embargo no veías venir el amable rechazo de la latina, anunciando que iba a descansar por su cuenta; podría variar entre su familia y un par de amigos, pero la sensación ardiente formándose en tu estómago no se iría tan fácil. su único mensaje de vuelta fue “have fun :)” a lo que apagaste el celular y suspiraste. no podías reclamar algo aún si quisieras, sabiendo muy bien que inicialmente a la distancia la habías marcado tu.
al pasar de los días y al ver cómo no había señales de su parte, tu descanso pasó a sentirse pesado. el miedo ya no seguía siendo miedo y te sentías la más tonta del mundo por haberlo sentido en aquel momento donde dani se había confesado por accidente. te sentías culpable, la extrañabas y no solo en esa forma de tenerla abajo de tu cuerpo— temblando mientras arañaba tu espalda con sus largas uñas. extrañabas su cálida presencia, su tierna risa y la manera en la que sus ojos podían sonreír al verte. para este entonces, sabías que no podía haber vuelta atrás, y sufriendo tanto su ausencia, no podías sentirte más segura de que aquel te quiero estaba más que correspondido.
el día antes del reencuentro en la casa, caíste derrotada al enviarle un mensaje. dani, del otro lado de la pantalla, sentía su corazón al borde de detenerse.
“hey, can we meet tmr? i wanna talk please”
se mordía el labio pensando en una respuesta, pero no batalló contra sus deseos y rápidamente escribió un “si”. si quisiera terminar con esto, tendría que hacerlo rápido, ¿verdad?
y/n por el contrario solo podía caminar de un lado a otro por su habitación, ansiosa de cómo podrían resultar las cosas cuando por fin tuviera a la latina de frente. aquella única regla de no mezclar los sentimientos ya se había quebrado hace bastante tiempo, mucho más del que quisiera admitir, pero ¿cómo no hacerlo? daniela era tan buena. tan genuina, tan dulce. incluso teniendo las noches más rudas en donde sus cuerpos estaban marcados con chupetones y rasguños, donde dani temblaba y tenía lágrimas en los ojos mientras se aferraba a tus hombros en el entrar y salir de tus dedos sin parar, era tan hermosa. no hubo un día en el que la rubia no pasara por tu mente, y esta semana sin saber de ella no había sido más que una tortura.
[…]
daniela jugaba con los bordes de su campera intentando distraer sus manos de los nervios. sentía que el corazón podría salirse de su pecho con cada paso que daba más cerca a la puerta principal de la casa. estaba desorientada y todas las palabras se atascaron en su garganta al momento de cerrar la puerta detrás de ella, encontrándose con tu presencia, esperándola.
“hi, uhm..”
no tomó más para que te acercaras a ella y la envolvieras en un abrazo, sintiendo que tal vez las palabras podrían arruinarlo todo.
“dani, i’m so sorry.” rompiste el abrazo para mirarla a los ojos y buscar sus manos, sosteniéndolas entre las tuyas. “please forgive me. i was scared and— i was so dumb.” pero ella no podía responderte. te miraba con atención, quería escucharte. “i— i love you, dani. and i’m sorry we had to go through this because of me, because i could not accept it the first time you said it.”
la rubia se mordía el labio y antes de que alguna lágrima pudiera escaparse de sus ojos brillantes, se lanzó a tus brazos, abrazándote por el cuello con fuerza.
“i love you too y/n.” dijo mientras te soltaba con delicadeza.
“god— i missed you so much.” dijiste riendo, contagiando a daniela, quien después de reír se cruzó de brazos.
“y/n… don’t ever do this again.”
“i won’t, i promise.” tomando una de sus manos otra vez, trajiste su cuerpo hacia ti. “let me make it up to you?”
daniela rodó los ojos pero no tardó en capturarte con un beso. a comparación del resto, era diferente. claro que lo era. parecían querer sellar las promesas en ese beso, queriendo transmitirle a la otra la seguridad de que ya nada podría separarlas otra vez. era un beso con posesión, con lujuria y con la amargura de la distancia que habían superado.
tus manos bajaron a sus muslos, donde con fuerza lograste levantar a daniela del piso, sus piernas enganchándose alrededor de tu cadera mientras hacías tu camino hacia la habitación. no tardaron en encontrar la cama, quedando dani abajo tuyo, como casi todas las veces. la ropa comenzaba a ser molestia y su paradero no importaba, tus manos lanzando cada prenda por algún lugar aleatorio, haciendo que daniela ría.
“looks like someone has been waiting for this, huh?” se burló.
“no sabes cuanto, mami.”
dani no podía con la calentura que sentía por todo el cuerpo, frotándose contra tus caderas mientras gemía despacio. tus labios atacaron su cuello, tan tentador a la vista. no tenías piedad alguna al llenarlo de mordidas y chupetones, dani se quejaba y protestaba, regañándote por el problema que sería tapar las marcas después, pero muy en el fondo, no le importaba. la sensación eléctrica que le recorría por dentro la nublaba de cualquier pensamiento coherente. mientras tus manos acariciaban sus abdominales tonificados, tu boca no perdió tiempo en atrapar sus pezones, robando suspiros de daniela quien comenzaba a sentirse impaciente ante la lentitud con la que actuabas.
“y/n please…” fue lo único que podía decir, ahora uno de sus pezones siendo molestado por tus dedos mientras el otro recibía la dulce atención de tu lengua. al intercambiarlos, dani agarraba tu cabello y tiraba suavemente de él ante la sensación de tu boca jugando sobre ella.
no vio venir el momento donde tu mano bajaba traviesamente hasta su centro, pasando un dedo por encima de la única tela que lo cubría, molestándola.
“fuck, y/n don’t tease. fuck me with the strap already.” soltó con molestia, sin paciencia para tus juegos.
su honestidad tan directa te hizo mojar, desde ya lamiéndote los labios antes de buscar el strap que a daniela tanto le gustaba.
sin perder el tiempo, dani sacó su última prenda, su cuerpo al desnudo reluciente ante tus ojos, mientras te posicionabas entre sus piernas, acariciabas sus muslos y paseabas con la mirada, dani realmente tenía un cuerpo de morirse y aunque lo sabía bien, se sonrojaba igual al notar tus ojos hambrientos.
tomaste la longitud de juguete con una mano, frotando la punta contra el clitoris de daniela de arriba hacia abajo, su espalda arqueándose ante la sensación electrica que le emitía por el cuerpo, sintiendo escalofríos mientras se aferraba a tus hombros con fuerza.
la miraste buscando una luz verde y entendió, asintiendo con la cabeza para darte permiso de por fin introducir el strap en ella. jadeó fuerte, dejando salir todo el aire en un gemido que solo empeoraba tu calentura.
“god— you look so fucking hot mami.”
sostenías su cuerpo desde su cintura a la vez que te introducías toda en ella, permaneciendo quieta hasta que se acostumbrara, después de todo había pasado un buen tiempo desde la última vez que follaron. liberando una mano, dejaste unos círculos pequeños en su clitoris como estimulación extra, provocandándole unos fuertes escalofríos. ver su cuerpo temblar era jodidamente atractivo.
sin dejar de mover tu dedo sobre su punto más sensible, comenzaste a mover tus caderas, tomando un ritmo lento pero seguro, sin salir completamente de ella. dani te tomó por sorpresa al sostener tus brazos de tal forma que te detuvo.
“wait, baby, i— i wanna change positions.” pestañeaste en confusión pero rápidamente obedeciendo a la princesa, sacaste el jueguete con cuidado, dani suspirando ante la pérdida de contacto.
“which one?” preguntas pero daniela se adelanta y antes de responderte, la vez girarse y sostenerse en sus rodillas y manos.
acomoda su pelo para un costado mientras mira hacia atrás— hacia ti. sentías que tu boca se secaba al ver a dani en cuatro, con manos torpes ayudándote a ti misma a sostenerla de sus caderas para volver a meterte dentro de ella.
“oh… fuck” es todo lo que puedes decir.
la punta de tu miembro tocaba la pared interna de daniela, quien solo pudo gemir y apoyar su cabeza en la almohada. pronto, ella misma te ayudaba a juntar ambas caderas, creando un ritmo chocante.
la rubia era un manojo de gemidos y lloriqueos cuando la punta tocaba el lugar perfecto, se aferraba de las sábanas, enganchándolas en sus puños y sus nudillos volviéndose un poco blancos de la fuerza, siendo tus choques muy rudos para ella, pero aunque dani tuviera la cara más angelical de la tierra, nada le gustaba más que fueras ruda con ella.
“y/n please… i’m— i’m close.”
“yeah? you wanna cum already?”
“por favor mami— it’s been so— so long...”
dani no podía ver la sonrisa que sus palabras habían provocado. la habías extrañado tanto como ella a ti.
“it’s okay mi amor, you can cum.”
su propio ritmo había acelerado, ahora siendo incluso más fuerte que antes. tus labios estaban rojos de tanto morderlos y dani sentía dolor de garganta con tantos gemidos. agradecía a todos los cielos haber vuelto antes que el resto o realmente estaría avergonzada de lo ruidosa que había sido esa tarde.
para ayudarla a llegar, llevaste una mano a su clitoris y no tardó mucho en derrumbarse en tu agarre. sentía como sus rodillas se debilitan y como el peso de su propio cuerpo comenzaba a ser mucho para ella sola. mientras le murmurabas elogios por lo bien que lo había hecho, dabas los últimos empujones dentro de ella hasta salir por completo, observando cómo su propio líquido acompañaba todo tu miembro a salir.
quitándote el arnés con agilidad, te acostaste a su lado, pasando una mano por su cara, limpiando un poco de sudor de su frente. estaba cansada, sí, pero le diste un último beso en los labios antes de dejarla descansar.
“y/n please stay with me.” murmuró con delicadeza, abriendo despacio sus ojos.
“i will.” dijiste con certeza, sin sacar tu mano de su cara. acariciabas con amor su mejilla.
Do yall fuck with plot in the fics? Or yall just mostly prefer the smut? I wanna know my audience :3 ‘cause I loveeee plot so much that’s what I care about bro bro
just imagine blonde jiwon wearing cat tail and ears so she could crawl to you, begging you to milk her as she places herself onto your lap, poor kitty is too needy for your gand tracing along her clit as she sucks on your boobs 🤤
[w: sub!liz, pet play, mommy kink, buttplug use, lactation kink]
jiwon giggled at the surprise on your face when she started to crawl on your lap, wearing nothing but her cute cat ears and a tail that swings from side to side at any of her movements. your hand trailed along her buttplug, stunned at the body currently stranding your hips, already biting on her bottom lips to stop the whining at the feeling of your clothes pressing on her core. "you were waiting like this... only for me?" jiwon nodds with a little smile as she gets closer to your face, leaving a small gap between your lips until you break it, pulling her in, your hands placing in her hips as she whines. the kiss gets interrupted by your laugh. jiwon has been needy ever since you left home and you could notice. "already whining, mh?" and of course she gives you a cute pout. her hips were slowly creating a rhythm for herself, looking for the pleasure she has been needing. you knew jiwon wasn't gonna be patient. "you're so desperate for this, aren't you?" you tease her, drawing circles on her nipples and smiling at the adorable sight of her, a slight blush on her cheeks, soft sighs escaping from her lips and goosebumps invading her body at your fingers roughly touching her nipples. they were so so sensitive :( and she just needed your mouth on them. jiwon was whining, not being able to actually talk to you.
poor kitty was struggling and you could notice, the desperation making her tear up, even whimper as she saw your teasing face. "use your words baby." she grabs your wrist —softly, because all her strength is gone, attempting to stop your movements. "m‐mouth... use your mouth p-please.." you giggle, not wasting any time in coming closer and take one of her nipples in your mouth, careful playing with your tongue. jiwon moans and her head tilts back, feeling the pain relief and how fast she was getting wet. jiwon loved to be used by you as you please when she was needy. kitty is so sensitive and reacts so well to any touch of your hands, it was truly a show. and she's very vocal about it! believe that jiwon has THE most angelic moans ever.
her hand goes to your hair, grabbing it and softly tugging on it when you hit the right spot with your tongue. she couldn't handle it no more. "m-mommy.. please... i need you" and you get so aroused at the sight of her crying for you to fuck her that it doesn't take any longer to get jiwon laying down with you by her side, hand drawing little circles on her clit only to stop and press the tip of your fingers inside her, such a tease that she can't handle, not when her mouth is found sucking on your nipples making her even more wet and desperate than before, knowing her mommy was always so nice to her when she needed to drink from you. jiwon won't hesitate to give you soft bites on your nipples when she's annoyed at your teasing behavior, but regrets it almost immediately when you give her a slap on her cunt, her whole body shaking at the feeling. at this point jiwonie is a drooling mess, trying to close her legs together when your fingers fucking her start to overwhelm her :( cooing at your kitty girlfriend, jiwon feels like she's about to lose her mind... because nothing is better than her mommy fucking her this good. her pretty face full of tears as she tries not to come undone in your hands and be a good girl, taking it all. "you take mommy so well, don't you kitten?" oh... better believe jiwon won't let go of your tits even when you made her cum already. patting her cute kitty ears, jiwon doesn't expect you to lick your fingers full of her fluids. you see her close her legs and start rubbing them together, knowing that she's wet again... by the way her lips buck into a cute pout you just know this is gonna be a long night taking care of your needy kitten! >.<
Warnings: goon central alternate universe, fighting, RAHHHHHHH
Word Count: 10k
A/n: I was forced to do this by the GC they volunteered me as tribute 😞✊
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Hearts were pounding in everyone’s ears. This practice session was more brutal than ever. The cheerleaders were pushing themselves to the limit, striving to perfect every jump and stunt. They knew there was no room for error. Across the gym, the basketball players were practicing with a fierce intensity, each movement sharper and more precise than before. The final game was just around the corner, and it meant everything to them.
For the cheerleaders, every flip, twist, and cheer was a testament to months of dedication. Mimi, the team captain, felt the pressure more than anyone. She knew that their routine needed to be flawless to inspire the crowd and boost the team’s morale. "Okay! Let's try that again! Remember, girls, we are trying to get scouted," she called out, her voice steady despite the nerves. Her heart raced as she executed a perfect back handspring, landing with a solid thud that resonated through the gym. The team mirrored her determination, their synchronized movements a blend of grace and power.
On the basketball court, the players were relentless. Sweat dripped from their brows as they ran drill after drill. Coach’s voice boomed through the gym, urging them to dig deeper, push harder. Every pass, every shot, every defensive stance was a step toward victory. "If you guys want to make it into the WNBA, you need to work harder!" Coach shouted.
Sienna, the star player, wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, her eyes never leaving the hoop. She knew the weight of her team’s expectations rested on her shoulders. Her jump shot was a thing of beauty, arching perfectly before swishing through the net.
The stakes were high. The final game was more than just a match; it was the culmination of their efforts, a chance to prove themselves. The cheerleaders and basketball players alike knew that this was their moment. The energy in the gym was electric, a mix of anxiety and excitement.
"Okay, girls, let's take a break!" Mimi called out, noticing that the players were getting ready to take a break too.
The gym fell into a quiet lull as both the cheerleaders and basketball players took a break. Mimi handed out water bottles to her team, her mind still running through their routine. She glanced over at the basketball court where the players were sprawled on the benches, catching their breath.
Sienna, the star player, leaned back and took a long drink from her water bottle. She noticed Mimi gazing over and gave her a tired smile. She walked over, wiping the sweat from her forehead with a towel.
“Hey, how’s practice going?” she asked, her voice hoarse from shouting plays.
Mimi returned her smile. “Brutal, but we’re getting there. You guys look like you’re working hard too.”
Sienna nodded. “Coach is really pushing us. This game is everything. We’ve got scouts coming, and the whole school is counting on us.”
Mimi nodded, understanding the weight of her words. “Same here. We’re aiming to get scouted too. It’s like everything we’ve worked for comes down to this one moment.”
They stood in companionable silence for a moment, the sounds of their teammates’ chatter filling the gym. The shared pressure and determination seemed to bridge the gap between them.
“You know,” Sienna said, breaking the silence, “no matter what happens, we’ve already made it this far. That’s something to be proud of, and just so you know, I'm proud of you.”
Mimi smiled and blushed, feeling a surge of confidence. “I'm proud of you too, Sienna. And you're right. We’ve got this.”
“Mimi, look!” Sol shouted, gaining her attention. She stood in the middle of the court, holding a basketball in her hand, preparing to throw it backwards. “This one’s for you!” Sol called out, pointing toward Mimi before tossing the ball over her shoulder. The ball soared through the air, bouncing off the rim of the hoop.
The gym erupted in laughter and cheers as the ball spun around the rim before finally falling to the floor. Mimi laughed and clapped her hands. “Nice try, Sol!”
Sol grinned, jogging over to retrieve the ball. “I’ll get it next time, I swear!”
“Wait! I wanna try!” Jade said, rushing over and getting into the same position Sol was in before.
Sol tossed the ball to Jade with a playful smile. “Alright, show us what you’ve got!”
Jade, despite being shorter than most of her teammates on the basketball court, stood in the middle, holding the basketball with determination. She took a deep breath, glancing at Mimi, who stood among the cheerleaders, cheering them on. “This one’s for you, Mimi!” she declared, mimicking Sol’s earlier gesture.
With a determined flick of her wrist, Jade threw the ball backwards over her shoulder. Everyone watched in anticipation as the ball flew through the air, heading straight for the hoop. It hit the backboard, spun around the rim, and, to everyone’s surprise, dropped through the net.
The gym exploded with cheers and laughter, everyone clapping and shouting in excitement. Mimi's face lit up with surprise and joy as she realized the shot was dedicated to her.
Mimi laughed and clapped her hands. “That was amazing, Jade!” She ran over and gave Jade a hug, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "That was for me, guys!" Mimi exclaimed, her laughter echoing through the gym.
Jade returned the hug, grinning from ear to ear. “Of course, Mimi! Anything for you!”
"You should dedicate one to Kaye, once they come to one of your practices," Mimi said, wiggling her eyebrows mischievously, causing Jade to blush.
"You're so right. Do you think they'd be impressed?" Jade questioned, feeling a hint of nervousness creeping in.
"Jade," Mimi said, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "You're amazing just the way you are. I'm sure Kaye would be thrilled to see you in action."
Jade smiled gratefully at Mimi's words, feeling a surge of confidence. "Thanks, Mimi. I'll definitely give it a shot."
"Waitttt, I want to dedicate a shot for you too, Mimi," Sienna whined playfully as she got into the same position as Jade. "I'm a star player and captain for a reason. Just watch me. This one's for you, Mimi," Sienna declared with a wink, tossing the ball behind her.
The gym fell into a momentary silence as everyone watched with bated breath. The ball sailed through the air, but instead of hitting the rim or the hoop, it missed entirely, airballing.
Sienna's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she turned to face Mimi, who was trying to suppress a giggle. "Well, I guess that one didn't quite go as planned," Sienna admitted sheepishly.
Mimi stepped forward, wrapping Sienna in a supportive hug. "It's okay, Sienna. The sentiment was there, and that's what counts."
Sienna smiled gratefully, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. "Thanks, Mimi. I'll stick to making shots during the game."
Mimi returned Sienna's smile before her eyes drifted to the side, catching sight of Keer downing a Monster Energy drink. "Sorry Sienna be right back…KEER!" Mimi shouted, rushing over to her.
Keer jumped at the sound of her name but continued to chug the drink faster, knowing there was no turning back once it was already in her system. Keer was notorious for drinking Monster Energy all the time, despite Mimi's and Lila’s frequent scoldings and threats.
Mimi reached Keer just as she finished the last drop of the energy drink. "Keer, how many times have Lila I told you to stop drinking those? They're not good for you!" Mimi scolded, her tone firm.
Keer shrugged nonchalantly, unfazed by Mimi's reprimand. "Relax, Mimi. It's just one drink. It gives me the energy boost I need."
Mimi sighed, her frustration evident. "One drink too many, Keer. You need to start taking better care of yourself. Your health is important, you know."
Keer rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of guilt in her expression. "Fine, fine. I'll try to cut back (Lies)," she relented, knowing that Mimi wouldn't let up until she promised.
Mimi gave her a stern look. "Good. I mean it, Keer. No more energy drinks, or else there will be consequences."
Keer nodded, knowing better than to argue further with Mimi. Despite their occasional clashes over Keer's unhealthy habits, it was clear that Mimi cared deeply about her well-being.
"She's right, Keer. You've been downing Monster Energy drinks a lot," Sugar said, joining the conversation as she overheard Mimi's scolding.
Keer sighed, "I know, Sugar. I just can't seem to kick the habit. It's just so yummy," she admitted reluctantly, her voice tinged with regret.
Sugar placed a comforting hand on Keer's shoulder. "I understand, but your health is more important than a temporary burst of energy. Maybe we can find healthier alternatives together?"
Keer nodded, grateful for Sugar's support. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Thanks, Sugar. And thanks for looking out for me, Mimi," she added, directing a grateful smile towards Mimi, who was watching them.
Mimi smiled back, relieved to see Keer taking her concerns seriously. "Anytime, Keer. We're all here to support each other, no matter what," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.
“But seriously though, stop it, or else I'm gonna smack you and get Lila to read you all the ingredients and cons of energy drinks,” Mimi warned, her tone firm but laced with a hint of playful threat.
Keer chuckled nervously, knowing that Mimi was serious about that. "Alright, alright, I promise I'll cut back," she replied, raising her hands in surrender.
Mimi narrowed her eyes playfully. "Good. And if you don't, you'll have to deal with all of us," she added, nodding towards Sugar, who grinned mischievously in agreement.
Keer rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile at her friends' antics. "Got it, no more energy drinks," she promised, grateful for their concern and support.
"Speaking of Lila, where is she?" Sugar questioned. "Wasn't she supposed to watch us practice today?"
Mimi glanced around the gym, furrowing her brow in confusion. "You're right, I haven't seen her. She said she was going to be here to support us."
Just then, the gym doors swung open, and Lila burst through, looking slightly flustered. "Sorry I'm late, guys!" she exclaimed, hurrying over to join them and pulling the three of you into a tight hug.
Returning her hug, Mimi raised an eyebrow, teasingly. "Fashionably late, as always, Lila, but still gorgeous as ever," she remarked with a playful wink, her eyes lingering on Lila's face a moment longer than necessary.
Lila grinned sheepishly, feeling a rush of warmth at Mimi's compliment. "Says you! But you know me. I wouldn't miss practice for anything!" she replied, with a tinge of flirtation in her voice.
As they broke apart, Lila couldn't help but notice the way Mimi's gaze lingered on her, the air between them charged with a subtle tension. It was a feeling she was all too familiar with, the unspoken attraction that simmered beneath the surface of their friendship.
With a playful twinkle in her eye, Lila flashed Mimi a teasing grin, a silent invitation for whatever might come next.
Keer noticed the tired look in Lila's eyes and asked, "Hey, everything okay? You seem a bit tired"
Lila sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Ugh, you wouldn't believe it. My professor decided to be a complete ass today. As if being a med student isn't stressful enough already."
Sugar frowned sympathetically. "That sounds rough. What happened?"
Lila shook her head, frustration evident in her voice. "He just kept piling on the assignments and deadlines, like he doesn't care that we have other classes and responsibilities too."
Mimi hugged Lila warmly. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that. But hey, you made it. Now you can relax and take a nap if needed, and we'll deal with that jerk of a professor later."
Lila smiled gratefully at her friends, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. "Thanks, guys. You're the best."
"Lila! You're finally here!" Sol, Sienna, and Jade exclaimed as they rushed over to her, pulling her into a hug.
"Practice started an hour ago. Where have you been, girlie?" Sol questioned, her tone teasing but with a hint of concern.
Lila laughed sheepishly, feeling slightly guilty for being late. "Sorry, sorry! I got held up with a stubborn professor. But I'm here now, ready to support you guys," she replied, her smile brightening as she felt the warmth of her friends' embrace.
Sol grinned, squeezing her shoulder affectionately. "Well, better late than never. Let's get you situated!"
Sol and Jade helped Lila to her seat, ensuring she was comfortable. But before she could settle in, Sugar interrupted her.
“Oh my god, Lila, guess what!” Sugar started, glancing at Keer.
“What?” Lila questioned, intrigued by Sugar's tone.
“Keer’s drinking Monster again,” Sugar said quickly before darting away.
Lila's head snapped towards Keer, her eyes widening in disbelief. “KEER!”
“NUH UH,” Keer protested as she ran towards the other side of the court, trying to evade Lila's impending lecture.
“We are SO talking about this after practice!” Lila shouted across the court, determination clear in her voice.
Mimi, standing on the side, shook her head and chuckled. "I told her," she remarked with a knowing smile. She clapped her hands to get the cheerleaders’ attention. “Alright, girls, break is over! let’s get back to it! We’ve got a routine to nail!”
Sienna turned back to her team, her voice rising above the noise. “Come on, guys, back on the court! Let’s give it everything we’ve got!”
As the practice continued, Lila's presence served as a source of encouragement for her friends, their spirits lifted by her unwavering support. Though she wasn't on the court with them, her mere presence made a difference. Lila took advantage of this time to study for her upcoming quiz, determined to balance her responsibilities as a student with her commitment to supporting her friends.
With her textbooks spread out before her, Lila delved into her studies, occasionally glancing up to cheer for her friends as they practiced tirelessly. Despite the distractions of the gymnasium, she remained focused, her determination to succeed mirrored in the dedication of her friends on the court.
Practice had finally ended, and everyone felt a mixture of hunger and exhaustion. With a collective sigh of relief, they made their way to the locker room to freshen up before heading out for dinner together.
The locker room buzzed with chatter and laughter as they stripped off their sweaty clothes and washed away the grime of practice. "Man, I'm starving!" exclaimed Sol, her stomach growling audibly.
Jade chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Same here. I can't wait to devour a burger!"
Mimi grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I heard this diner has the best milkshakes in town. I'm definitely getting one!"
As they emerged from the locker room, dressed in fresh clothes and with renewed energy, Lila joined them, a bright smile on her face. Together, they made their way to their favorite diner, their laughter and chatter filling the air as they walked.
Around the table, laughter and conversation flowed freely as they recounted the highlights of the day and teased each other affectionately. "Remember that time when Sienna attempted that backflip and almost landed on her face?" joked Keer, earning a round of laughter from the group.
Sienna playfully rolled her eyes. "Hey, I nailed it eventually! Practice makes perfect, right?"
The group erupted into laughter, their spirits buoyed by the easy camaraderie that defined their friendship. As they continued to enjoy their meal, their conversation drifted from playful banter to more heartfelt topics.
"So, Keer, what was Sugar saying about the Monster Energy drink?" Lila asked, arching an eyebrow curiously.
Keer chuckled, shaking her head. "I know, I know. Mimi already gave me an earful about it," she admitted, a sheepish grin tugging at her lips. "But old habits die hard, I guess."
Lila nodded sympathetically, her expression softening with concern. "Just be careful, okay? Those drinks can be really bad for you," she cautioned, her voice gentle but firm.
Keer sighed, nodding in acknowledgment. "Yeah, I know," she admitted reluctantly. "But sometimes, I just need that extra boost to get through the day."
Mimi, who had been listening in on their conversation, nodded in agreement. "I understand, but it's important to be mindful of what you're putting into your body," she chimed in, her tone serious.
Lila smiled gratefully at Mimi's support before turning back to Keer. "Seriously, though, you should try to cut back. Your health is important, and those drinks are doing more harm than good."
Keer nodded, a hint of sheepishness in her expression. "Thanks, Lila. I'll try to do better(LIES)," she promised, her voice sincere.
With a supportive nod, Lila returned her attention to the group, the conversation shifting back to lighter topics.
"So, what are we going to do after dinner?" asked Jade, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Mimi glanced around the table, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "How about a movie night? We can pick up some snacks and binge-watch our favorite films."
Keer nodded enthusiastically. "Sounds like a plan! I'm down for some popcorn and a good movie."
Lila, smiled warmly at the suggestion. "That sounds perfect. I've been meaning to catch up on some movies."
Excitement bubbled among the group as they discussed which movies to watch and who would be in charge of bringing the snacks. Mimi volunteered to pick up the popcorn, while Sugar insisted on bringing a selection of candies.
As they waited for their food to arrive, their conversation drifted to lighter topics, and laughter filled the air. They reminisced about their favorite movie nights in the past, sharing fond memories of cozying up on the couch with blankets and pillows, surrounded by good company.
When their meals arrived, they dug in eagerly, savoring each bite and enjoying the delicious flavors of their favorite diner dishes. The atmosphere was lively and full of warmth, the bond between them growing stronger with every shared moment.
As the evening wore on and their plates were cleared, they made plans to head back to Mimi's place for the movie marathon. With anticipation building, they settled the bill and made their way out of the diner, their excitement palpable.
Outside, the night air was crisp and cool, a perfect backdrop for their movie night adventure. With laughter and chatter echoing through the streets, they walked arm in arm, eager to continue their evening of fun and friendship. And as they reached their destination, they knew that the night ahead would be filled with laughter, memories, and the joy of being together.
"So, scary movie everyone?" Mimi suggested with a mischievous smirk on her face, knowing full well that her friends disliked scary movies.
Jade's eyes widened in mock horror. "Oh no, not again! You know I can't handle scary movies."
Sienna laughed, shaking her head. "Count me out too. I'd rather not have nightmares for a week."
Keer nodded in agreement. "Yeah, let's stick to something lighthearted. I'm not in the mood to be scared out of my wits."
Lila chuckled, siding with her friends. "I'm with them. How about we go for a comedy instead? Something that will make us laugh until our sides hurt."
Mimi feigned disappointment, but her eyes twinkled with amusement. "Fine, fine. We'll save the horror movies for another time. Comedy it is!"
Sol and Sugar, who had been listening to the conversation from across the room, chimed in with their agreement. "Yeah, let's keep it light and funny," Sol suggested, flashing a grin at the group.
Sugar nodded enthusiastically. "I'm with you guys. Comedy sounds like the perfect choice."
With everyone in agreement, they settled in for their movie marathon, surrounded by snacks and blankets.
As the movie started playing, they all settled in for what they hoped would be a night of laughter and fun. However, things took an unexpected turn when the DVD player decided to rebel against their plans.
Just as the opening credits began to roll, the screen flickered and went blank. "What's going on?" exclaimed Mimi, furrowing her brows in confusion.
Keer leaned forward to inspect the DVD player, but before she could figure out the problem, the screen suddenly burst back to life. Instead of the comedy they were expecting, they were greeted with the sight of a cartoon llama dancing across the screen.
The room erupted into laughter as they realized they had accidentally switched to a children's movie instead. "How did that even happen?" exclaimed Sienna, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.
"It must be possessed by the ghost of a kid who wants to watch cartoons," joked Jade, earning a round of chuckles from the group.
Undeterred by the unexpected turn of events, they decided to roll with it and enjoy the silliness of the cartoon llama.
As the cartoon llama continued its absurd dance on the screen, the group couldn't contain their laughter. They leaned back on the couch, clutching their stomachs and wiping away tears of mirth.
But just as they were getting into the groove of the unexpected entertainment, there was a sudden power outage. The room plunged into darkness, leaving them all startled and disoriented.
"Did someone forget to pay the electricity bill?" joked Sugar, her voice tinged with amusement.
Sol fumbled for her phone, using its flashlight to illuminate the room. "I think we just got pranked by the universe," she quipped, earning a round of chuckles from the group.
Undeterred by the sudden setback, Mimi sprang into action. "Who's up for a game of flashlight tag?" she suggested, a mischievous glint in her eye.
Before anyone could protest, she darted off into the darkness, her laughter echoing through the room. The others quickly followed suit, their shrieks and giggles filling the air as they chased each other around the room with their makeshift flashlights.
For the next hour, they forgot all about the movie and the power outage, lost in the simple joy of playing like kids again. And as the lights flickered back on and they collapsed onto the couch, breathless and laughing, they knew that sometimes, the best memories were made when things didn't go according to plan.
As they caught their breath from the impromptu game of flashlight tag, they noticed a faint glow emanating from the window. Curious, they peered outside to see the stars twinkling in the night sky, casting a magical glow over the neighborhood.
"Hey, why don't we go stargazing?" suggested Lila, her eyes bright with excitement.
The idea was met with unanimous enthusiasm, and they quickly gathered blankets and pillows before heading out to the backyard. They lay on the grass, gazing up at the heavens above, their laughter fading into contented silence as they marveled at the beauty of the night sky.
"Look, a shooting star!" exclaimed Sienna, pointing excitedly at a streak of light blazing across the sky.
They all made wishes, their voices hushed with awe and wonder, as they watched the stars twinkle and dance above them. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of friendship and the vastness of the universe, they felt a profound sense of peace and connection.
"Do you think we'd be friends in every universe?" Sienna pondered aloud, breaking the tranquil silence that enveloped them.
Jade chuckled softly, her gaze fixed on the stars above. "Definitely. We're stuck with each other for eternity, whether we like it or not."
Keer grinned, nudging Jade playfully. "Speak for yourself. You may annoy me, but I wouldn't have it any other way."
Sugar smiled, her heart swelling with affection for her friends. "Agreed. No matter where life takes us, we'll always find our way back to each other."
Mimi nodded in agreement, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I couldn't imagine my life without you guys. You're my family."
Lila wrapped her arms around Mimi, pulling her into a tight hug. "And you're stuck with us, whether you like it or not."
Sol, who had been silently observing the conversation, spoke up with a grin. "Well, if we're stuck together for eternity, we might as well make the best of it. Here's to friendship, in this universe and every other."
As the time passed, it was time for everyone to head home, but not before a final exchange of encouragement and excitement.
"Everyone ready for the finals tomorrow?" Jade asked, breaking the silence that had settled over the group.
"Of course, I'm anxious but ready," Sienna replied, her determination shining through her nerves.
"Same here," Sol chimed in, her confidence unwavering as she prepared mentally for the challenge ahead.
"Me too," Sugar added, her voice tinged with excitement and a hint of nervousness.
"I agree," Keer affirmed, her competitive spirit burning brightly as she anticipated the upcoming competition.
"How about you, Mimi? Aren't scouts going to be there?" Sol inquired, curiosity dancing in her eyes.
"Yeah, they are, and I'm ready to amaze them with my flips," Mimi declared confidently, a smirk playing on her lips as she flicked her hair with flair, eliciting laughter from her friends.
"Lila, you're going to be there as a medic assistant, right?" Keer questioned, turning her attention to Lila.
"I am, actually! I'll take care of your guys' injuries and be there to support you. It's a win-win!" Lila replied with a grin, her eagerness to help evident in her voice.
"Ena and Kaye are gonna be there tomorrow too!" Sugar exclaimed, her excitement palpable. "They literally went on a trip without us. Rude!" Sugar scoffed, her playful annoyance evident.
"I can't wait to see Kaye," Jade sighed lovingly, a dreamy look in her eyes as she thought about her “friend”.
"Gay," Keer interjected with a teasing grin, eliciting chuckles from the group at her playful teasing.
With their plans set and their excitement palpable, they said their goodbyes and headed home. As they dispersed, Mimi called out, "Get home safe, everyone!" her voice filled with warmth and genuine concern, their hearts filled with anticipation for the finals tomorrow.
The next morning, everyone woke up with their hearts racing, their minds filled with anticipation and excitement. Today was the day they had been practicing for, for months. It was game day.
As the tension mounted in the locker room before the game, Sienna paced back and forth, her nerves getting the best of her. "God, guys, I'm so nervous all of a sudden," she admitted, her voice tinged with anxiety.
Mimi noticed her friend's distress and stepped forward, determination shining in her eyes. She gently grabbed Sienna's face, ensuring they were eye to eye. "Sienna, listen to me," she said firmly. "You are going to do so well, I promise you. You are an amazing player, and you have an amazing team by your side. I believe in you."
Sienna's gaze softened as she absorbed Mimi's words of encouragement. With a deep breath, she nodded, feeling a surge of confidence wash over her. "Thanks, Mimi. I needed that," she said gratefully.
Sienna's announcement hung heavy in the air, her words echoing with a mixture of solemnity and regret. "But I have a speech," she continued, her voice steady but tinged with emotion. "I know we've had a rough time lately, and we've been through so much together. But I have news... and I'm sorry that I kept it from all of you. This will be my last game."
Mimi's eyes widened in disbelief, her heart sinking at the revelation. "Your last game?" she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sienna nodded, her expression somber. "I know it's sudden, and I'm sorry for not telling you sooner," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "But I've made a decision that I can't back down from. This game... it's my farewell."
Jade's eyes welled with tears, her voice trembling as she spoke. "But why now, Sienna? Why leave us?"
Sienna's bittersweet smile touched her lips as she met Jade's gaze, her eyes reflecting a mixture of sadness and determination. "I've made a decision, one that I know in my heart is the right one," she explained, her tone resolute. "And as much as it pains me to leave, I want to focus on school and my classes."
Keer's eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and concern flickering across her features. "Wow, Sienna, I didn't see this coming," she admitted, her voice filled with genuine concern. "But if this is what you feel is best for you, then I support you one hundred percent."
Sienna nodded gratefully, her smile softening. "Thank you, Keer," she said sincerely, appreciating her friend's understanding.
Sol's expression softened, her eyes reflecting a sense of understanding. "We'll miss you, Sienna," she said quietly, her voice tinged with sadness.
Sugar's shoulders slumped, her expression a mixture of sadness and acceptance. "I guess this is goodbye, then," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
As Sienna's words sank in, the locker room fell into a somber silence, each of her teammates grappling with the weight of her announcement.
"It's not a goodbye," Mimi said firmly, her voice cutting through the silence. "It's just a 'see you later.' Sienna may be leaving the team, but she'll always be our friend and a part of our family."
Jade nodded in agreement, her eyes bright with determination. "That's right. No matter where life takes us, we'll always be there for each other."
Sol and Keer exchanged a glance, their expressions reflecting a shared understanding. "We'll miss you, Sienna," Sol said softly, her voice filled with sincerity.
Sienna smiled gratefully at her friends, her heart warmed by their unwavering support. "Thank you, everyone," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "For everything. But enough sadness for now. We've got a game to play, and you best believe we are gonna win. So let me give us a pep talk."
With renewed determination shining in her eyes, Sienna took a step forward, her teammates gathering around her, their spirits uplifted by her words. "Listen up, team," she began, her voice ringing with confidence. "We've worked too hard, fought too long, to let anything stand in our way. We are strong, we are capable, and we are ready to show the world what we're made of."
Mimi nodded in agreement, a fire burning in her eyes. "That's right. We may face challenges, but we face them together. And together, there's nothing we can't overcome."
Jade grinned, her determination matching that of her teammates. "Let's show them what we're made of," she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.
As they walked out of the locker room, the team's anticipation for the game ahead grew palpable. With each step towards the court, their excitement mounted, their minds focused on the challenge that lay ahead.
Suddenly, Ena and Kaye rushed towards them, their faces lit up with excitement. They enveloped the team in a warm embrace, their words of encouragement echoing in the air. "Good luck, everyone!" they exclaimed, their voices filled with genuine enthusiasm.
Sienna smiled gratefully at her friends, feeling a surge of confidence wash over her. "Thanks, Ena, Kaye," she said, her voice filled with appreciation. "We'll give it our all."
As Ena and Kaye made their way to their seats, the team's spirits soared, their bond strengthened by the support of their friends. With their words of encouragement echoing in their hearts, they stepped onto the court, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them. And as the game began, they knew that no matter what, they would face it together, united by friendship and a shared determination to succeed.
As the first quarter began, anticipation coursed through the gymnasium, the air thick with excitement and nerves. Sienna, wearing jersey number 5, stood tall at the forefront, her eyes focused and determination etched on her face. She knew that this game was more than just a match; it was a chance to prove herself and lead her team to victory.
Jade, sporting jersey number 8, bounced on the balls of her feet, her energy palpable as she prepared to unleash her speed and agility on the court. Despite her shorter stature, she exuded confidence, ready to take on any challenge that came her way.
Sol, donning jersey number 7, She stood resolute, her presence commanding respect as she anchored the team's defense and battled for rebounds in the paint. With each block and defensive stop, she inspired her teammates, her determination evident in every move she made.
Keer, wearing jersey number 15, took a deep breath, her focus unwavering as she prepared to showcase her versatility and skill on the court. As a key player on both offense and defense, she knew that her performance would be crucial to her team's success.
Sugar, in jersey number 10, exuded calmness amidst the chaos, her steady demeanor a reassuring presence for her teammates. With her sharpshooting and strategic plays, she aimed to outwit the opposition and lead her team to victory.
As the game unfolded, emotions ran high on both sides, each player channeling their adrenaline into their performance on the court. With every steal, every block, and every shot, they pushed themselves to the limit, fueled by their passion for the game and their desire to emerge victorious.
The first quarter kicked off with a flurry of action, both teams vying for control of the game. Sienna, dribbling the ball with finesse, eyed her opponents with determination as she scanned the court for an opening.
"Come on, team! Let's show them what we're made of!" Sienna shouted, rallying her teammates as she drove towards the basket.
Jade, quick as lightning, darted past defenders with ease, her nimble footwork leaving them in her wake. "I got this!" she exclaimed, executing a perfect layup to put her team on the scoreboard.
But the opposing team wasn't going down without a fight. Sol, battling for position in the paint, faced stiff resistance from her opponents as she fought for every rebound and putback.
"Get out of my way!" Sol grunted, pushing through the defense to secure a crucial offensive rebound and convert it into a powerful dunk.
Meanwhile, Keer and Sugar worked in tandem, their chemistry evident as they executed precision passes and cut through the opposing defense.
"Open for three!" Sugar called out, receiving a pass from Keer before sinking a long-range shot with precision.
As the tension mounted, both teams exchanged baskets, neither willing to relinquish control of the game. With every steal, every block, and every shot, the intensity of the competition reached new heights, the outcome hanging in the balance.
But amidst the chaos of the game, Mimi remained a constant source of support and encouragement for her teammates, cheering them on with unwavering enthusiasm from the sidelines.
"Keep it up, everyone! We've got this!" Mimi shouted, her voice cutting through the noise of the crowd as she urged her team to give it their all.
The first quarter drew to a close, the score remained deadlocked, both teams locked in a fierce battle for supremacy. But with Sienna and her teammates leading the charge, they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, united in their determination to emerge victorious.
As the first quarter ended, the teams retreated to their respective benches, the intensity of the game still lingering in the air. Sienna and her teammates huddled together, their faces flushed with exertion but their spirits undiminished.
"We're doing great out there, but we need to stay focused," Sienna said, her voice firm as she addressed her team. "We can't afford to let up for a second. Let's keep the pressure on and show them what we're made of."
Jade nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with determination. "We've got them on the ropes. Let's keep pushing and wear them down."
Sol, wiping sweat from her brow, pounded her fist into her palm with a resolute nod. "They're tough, but we're tougher. Let's show them what we're capable of."
Keer and Sugar exchanged a glance, their determination mirrored in each other's eyes. "We've got this," Keer said, her voice steady. "Let's go out there and finish what we started."
The familiar voices of their friends echoed from the sidelines, adding to the chorus of encouragement.
"Come on, Jadey, you got this!" Kaye yelled from the side, her voice filled with unwavering support as she cheered on her friend.
Jade's face lit up with a smile at the sound of her friend's voice, her determination bolstered by Kaye's words. "Thanks, Kaye!" she shouted back, a renewed sense of purpose evident in her eyes.
Not far away, Ena's voice rang out as she joined in the chorus of encouragement. "You got this, Sugar!" she called, her words carrying across the court with a sense of conviction.
Sugar's heart swelled with gratitude at the sound of her friend's voice, her resolve strengthened by Ena's unwavering belief in her abilities. "Thanks, Ena!" she replied, a surge of determination coursing through her veins.
With the support of their friends cheering them on from the sidelines, the team felt a renewed sense of purpose as they prepared to face the challenges of the second quarter.
With a final rallying cry, the team broke their huddle and returned to the court, their determination renewed and their focus laser-sharp. As the second quarter began, they were ready to take on whatever challenges came their way, united in their quest for victory.
Lila stood near Mimi and her fellow cheerleaders, her eyes glued to the action on the court as she cheered on her friends with unwavering enthusiasm.
"You've got this, Sienna!" she called out, her voice ringing out with encouragement as she watched her friend lead the charge.
Beside her, Mimi grinned at Lila's infectious energy, her own cheerleading squad joining in the chorus of support. "That's it, Lila! Keep cheering them on!" she exclaimed, a sense of pride evident in her voice.
As the game unfolded, Lila's shouts of encouragement echoed through the gymnasium, her unwavering support serving as a source of inspiration for her friends on the court. With every basket, steal, and defensive stop, she cheered them on with all her heart, knowing that they were capable of achieving greatness.
And as the second quarter began, Lila remained by Mimi's side, her eyes alight with excitement as she continued to cheer on her friends with unwavering enthusiasm.
As the second quarter commenced, the cheerleaders took center stage, their vibrant routines adding an extra layer of energy to the already electric atmosphere in the gymnasium. Mimi, leading her squad with grace and precision, stepped forward to perform their signature cheer dance.
With every move, Mimi's athleticism and charisma shone through, her movements fluid and dynamic as she led her team through a series of intricate steps and formations. From high-flying jumps to perfectly synchronized flips, their routine was a testament to months of practice and dedication.
The crowd erupted into cheers as Mimi and her cheerleaders dazzled them with their performance, their energy infectious as they pumped up the crowd and rallied support for the team on the court. With each beat of the music, they brought the crowd to their feet, their cheers echoing throughout the gymnasium.
As the routine reached its climax, Mimi executed a flawless series of tumbling passes, her athleticism on full display as she soared through the air with grace and precision. With a final flourish, she struck a pose, her smile radiant as she basked in the applause of the crowd.
As the cheers died down and the game resumed, Mimi returned to her position on the sidelines, her heart pounding with excitement and pride. With their cheer dance complete, she knew that she and her squad had done their part to energize the crowd and inspire their team to victory.
As the second quarter unfolded, the intensity of the game only seemed to grow, with both teams locked in a fierce battle for control of the court. Sienna, Jade, Sol, Keer, and Sugar fought tooth and nail against their opponents, their determination evident in every dribble, pass, and shot.
Sienna showcased her leadership on the court, directing her teammates with precision and executing sharp drives to the basket. "Keep pushing, guys! We've got this!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the gymnasium as she led by example.
Jade used her speed and agility to weave through defenders, her layups and mid-range jumpers keeping her team in the game. "Let's go, team! Keep the pressure on!" she exclaimed, her eyes blazing with determination.
Sol dominated the paint with her strength and athleticism, grabbing rebounds and blocking shots with authority. "We can't let up now! Keep fighting!" she urged her teammates, her voice a steady presence amidst the chaos of the game.
Keer played with tenacity on both ends of the court, her hustle and determination inspiring her teammates to dig deep. "Stay focused, everyone! We've worked too hard to let this slip away!" she called out, her voice filled with urgency.
Sugar remained calm and collected under pressure, sinking clutch shots and making smart plays to keep her team in contention. "Stay poised, guys! We've got this!" she encouraged, her confidence unwavering as she led her team with poise and determination.
As the seconds ticked away, the score remained tight, both teams refusing to give an inch as they battled for supremacy. The scoreboard above the court flashed the current score: 35-34, with Sienna's team holding onto a narrow lead.
But amidst the chaos and intensity of the game, one thing was clear: Sienna and her teammates were determined to emerge victorious, no matter what obstacles stood in their way. And as the second quarter drew to a close, they knew that they would need to give it everything they had if they were to come out on top.
As the buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the second quarter, both teams retreated to their respective benches for a brief respite. Sienna's team gathered in a tight circle, their faces flushed with exertion but their spirits still high.
"We're doing great out there, but we can't afford to let up," Sienna said, her voice filled with determination. "We've got to keep pushing and stay focused."
Jade nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with intensity. "We've come too far to back down now. Let's finish this strong!"
Sol pounded her fist into her palm, a fierce glint in her eyes. "They're not going to know what hit them. Let's go out there and show them what we're made of!"
Keer and Sugar exchanged a glance, their determination mirrored in each other's eyes. "We've got this, guys," Keer said, her voice steady. "Let's go out there and give it everything we've got."
With a final rallying cry, the team broke their huddle and returned to the court, their determination renewed and their focus laser-sharp. As the third quarter began, they were ready to take on whatever challenges came their way, united in their quest for victory.
As the teams returned to the court for the third quarter, the tension in the gymnasium reached a fever pitch. The air was thick with anticipation, and every breath felt like a struggle as the players battled fatigue and exhaustion.
Sienna's team dug deep, their chests heaving with exertion as they fought to maintain their lead. Beads of sweat dripped down their faces, their jerseys clinging to their bodies as they pushed themselves to the limit.
The scoreboard above the court displayed the current score: 42-40, with Sienna's team still clinging to a narrow lead. Every point mattered now, and the pressure was on as they fought to extend their advantage.
On the sidelines, Mimi and her cheerleaders rallied the crowd, their voices ringing out with encouragement as they urged their team to victory. The cheers and applause were deafening, the energy palpable as the fans roared their support.
But amidst the chaos and intensity of the game, one thing was clear: Sienna and her teammates were determined to emerge victorious, no matter what obstacles stood in their way. With every possession, every rebound, and every shot, they gave it their all, knowing that the outcome of the game hung in the balance.
As the third quarter intensified, Sienna found herself momentarily distracted by Mimi's spirited cheering and the thunderous applause from the crowd. It was in that split second of diversion that an opposing player seized the opportunity, delivering a vicious foul that sent Sienna crashing to the floor.
A collective gasp echoed through the gymnasium as Sienna writhed in pain, clutching her injured leg. The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned, their shouts of encouragement replaced by cries of alarm.
"Whoa, whoa, what the FUCK?!" Ena exclaimed from the sidelines, her voice laced with disbelief as she watched the scene unfold.
Sol, Jade, Keer, and Sugar rushed to Sienna's side, their faces etched with concern as they assessed the extent of her injuries. "Where's the doctor? Where's Lila?!" they shouted, their voices frantic as they searched for assistance.
Mimi, her heart pounding with fear, joined the frantic search, scanning the sidelines for any sign of Lila. "She's over there!" Mimi exclaimed, her voice trembling as she pointed towards Lila, who was making her way through the crowd towards Sienna.
With Lila's arrival, the team breathed a collective sigh of relief, knowing that their friend was in good hands. As Lila assessed Sienna's injuries and sprang into action, the rest of the team stood by anxiously, their hearts heavy with worry but their determination unwavering.
However, Lila's confident demeanor quickly escalated into a standoff with the doctor as she questioned his methods.
"You sure you're doing it right, doc? Maybe you should let a pro handle it," Lila quipped, her tone laced with sarcasm as she nudged the doctor aside.
The doctor raised an eyebrow, unamused by Lila's boldness. "And who might you be?" he asked, his tone dripping with skepticism.
Lila squared her shoulders, refusing to be intimidated. "I'm Lila, the team's medical assistant," she retorted, her voice tinged with defiance. "I've got this under control."
The doctor chuckled patronizingly. "Ah, a student trying to play doctor. How quaint," he remarked, his tone condescending.
But Lila wasn't about to back down. "Better than a doctor who's lost his touch," she shot back, her words sharp as she took charge of the situation.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to take care of my friend."
With that, Lila returned her attention to Sienna, her focus laser-sharp as she continued to assess her injuries and provide the necessary care. And as the rest of the team looked on, they couldn't help but admire Lila's determination and resilience in the face of adversity.
As Lila continued to attend to Sienna, the rest of the team's frustration boiled over into a torrent of colorful language directed at the opposing team.
Sol, her voice dripping with anger, let loose a string of expletives that would make a sailor blush. "Those dirty, no-good sons of—"
"Sol, language!" Keer interrupted, though her own vocabulary wasn't much better as she joined in with her own tirade.
Sugar's face flushed with rage as she clenched her fists, her voice trembling with emotion. "I can't believe those assholes would pull a stunt like that!"
Jade, her usually calm demeanor shattered by the events on the court, added her own choice words to the mix. "They're a bunch of cheating losers, plain and simple!"
As the team vented their frustrations, their words echoed, a symphony of anger and indignation that reverberated around the room. And though their language may have been colorful, their loyalty to each other burned bright, a beacon of solidarity in the face of hardship.
As the tension reached its peak, Sugar's frustration and anger boiled over, driving her to lunge towards one of the opposing players. With a sudden burst of energy, she surged forward, her eyes flashing with a mix of determination and fury.
"Sugar, wait!" Keer yelled, reaching out to grab her teammate before she could make contact.
But Sugar's momentum carried her forward, her arms outstretched as she aimed for her target. The opposing player recoiled in surprise, instinctively bracing for impact as Sugar closed the distance between them.
The gymnasium fell silent as everyone watched the scene unfold, the air thick with anticipation. It was a tense moment, fraught with the possibility of violence, as Sugar's lunge threatened to escalate into something more.
But just as it seemed that the situation might spiral out of control, the referees intervened, stepping in to separate the two players before any further escalation could occur.
As the tension dissipated and the game resumed, Sienna's team breathed a collective sigh of relief, grateful that disaster had been averted. It was a stark reminder of the intense emotions that could surface in the heat of competition, and the importance of keeping a cool head in the face of adversity.
The game entered its final moments, the score stood at a razor-thin margin of 65-64, with Sienna's team trailing by just one point. The tension in the gymnasium was palpable as the clock ticked down, every second feeling like an eternity.
With the ball in their possession, Sienna's team knew they had one final chance to turn the game around. And as the ball was passed to Keer, who was already fueled by anger from earlier events, she saw her opportunity to make a statement.
With a thunderous roar, Keer charged towards the opposing team's defense, her determination written across her face. In a breathtaking display of athleticism, she soared through the air, defying gravity as she went up for the dunk.
The gymnasium erupted into chaos as Keer slammed the ball through the hoop, scoring the winning basket in dramatic fashion. Sol, feeling the rush of victory, pointed her finger mockingly at the opposing team, a smirk playing on her lips as she taunted them with a silent challenge.
Jade, caught up in the moment, joined in with her own taunts, her voice ringing out across the court. "You saw that, hoes?! You saw that?!"
The opposing team, their tempers already frayed, erupted into a frenzy of anger and frustration, their shouts and curses filling the air. Before anyone could react, punches were thrown, and the gymnasium devolved into chaos.
Ena, watching from the sidelines, could hardly believe her eyes. "What the fuck?!" she exclaimed, leaping down from her seat to join the fight.
In the midst of the chaos, Sienna, Sol, Jade, Keer, and Sugar stood their ground, refusing to back down in the face of adversity. With fists flying and adrenaline pumping, they fought back against their opponents, their determination unyielding.
After the chaos on the court subsided and order was restored, Sienna's team found themselves in the locker room, still buzzing with adrenaline from their thrilling victory. Despite the lingering tension from the altercation, there was an undeniable sense of camaraderie among them, a shared bond forged in the heat of battle.
As they caught their breath and tended to any minor injuries sustained during the scuffle, the team reflected on the events of the game, laughing and joking as they relived their triumphs and near-misses on the court.
"We really pulled through in the end, didn't we?" Sienna remarked, a proud smile on her face as she looked around at her teammates.
Sol nodded enthusiastically, her eyes shining with excitement. "Hell yeah, we did! And did you see that dunk from Keer? Absolute legend!"
Keer grinned modestly, her cheeks flushing with pride at the praise. "Thanks, guys. But we couldn't have done it without everyone giving it their all out there."
Sugar, still buzzing with adrenaline, punched the air triumphantly. "That's right! And did you see the look on their faces when we won? Priceless!"
Jade chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. "I swear, I thought they were gonna explode with anger. But hey, that's what they get for messing with us!"
Mimi and Lila joined them, their presence adding an extra layer of support and camaraderie to the group.
Mimi beamed with pride as she looked around at her teammates, her cheerleading uniform slightly rumpled but her spirit undimmed. "You guys were incredible out there," she exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration. "I couldn't be prouder of each and every one of you."
Lila nodded in agreement, her expression one of genuine warmth and affection. "Seriously, you guys showed incredible resilience and teamwork. And Sienna, I'm so glad you're okay," she added, giving her friend a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder.
Sienna smiled gratefully at Mimi and Lila, feeling a surge of gratitude for their unwavering support. "Thanks, guys. I couldn't have done it without you," she said, her voice tinged with emotion.
Sol, ever the optimist, grinned mischievously as she looked around at her teammates. "Well, you know what they say: 'Victory tastes sweeter after a good fight!'"
As the team celebrated their victory in the locker room, Kaye and Ena arrived, their faces alight with excitement and pride.
Kaye's eyes immediately sought out Jade, a playful grin spreading across her face as she made her way over to her girlfriend. "Hey, you," she said, pulling Jade into a tight hug. "You were amazing out there."
Jade returned the hug with equal fervor, her heart swelling with affection for Kaye. "Thanks, Kaye," she said, planting a kiss on Kaye's cheek. "I couldn't have done it without you cheering me on."
Ena, meanwhile, greeted the rest of the team with high-fives and congratulatory hugs, her enthusiasm infectious. "You guys crushed it out there!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration. "I've never seen a game like that before."
As the celebration in the locker room continued, the team decided to head out for a well-deserved meal together. They piled into cars, still buzzing with excitement and adrenaline from the game, and made their way to their favorite diner.
The atmosphere at the diner was lively, with laughter and chatter filling the air as they settled into their seats. They ordered their favorite dishes and shared stories from the game, reliving their favorite moments and teasing each other about the more humorous ones.
After their meal at the diner, the team decided to continue their celebration at the beach. With the sound of waves crashing in the background and the salty sea air filling their lungs, they kicked off their shoes and ran towards the water, their laughter mingling with the sounds of the ocean.
The sound of waves crashing against the shore greeted them as they arrived, the salty air filling their lungs and invigorating their spirits. They spread out blankets and set up a makeshift bonfire, the crackling flames casting a warm glow over their faces as they settled in for the evening.
As Jade and Kaye sat side by side, their fingers intertwined like two pieces of a puzzle, they couldn't help but feel a sense of serenity wash over them. Their quiet moments together were filled with shared glances and knowing smiles, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment.
Meanwhile, Keer and Sol found themselves in the midst of one of their trademark banter sessions, their playful jabs and sarcastic remarks laced with an underlying tension. Despite their differences, there was a mutual respect between them, a recognition of each other's quirks and strengths that kept their dynamic intriguing.
Lila, seeking solace by the water's edge, found herself lost in thought as she watched the waves crash against the shore. Her stolen glances at Mimi betrayed the turmoil of her emotions, torn between longing and uncertainty.
Caught in the middle of a silent tug-of-war between Lila and Sienna, Mimi struggled to maintain her composure amidst the palpable tension. Despite her best efforts to focus on the laughter and camaraderie of her friends, the storm brewing beneath the surface threatened to engulf her.
Sienna, ever the peacemaker, attempted to diffuse the tension with her trademark optimism and charm. Her rallying cry for a game of beach volleyball was met with enthusiastic cheers, her infectious energy uplifting the spirits of the group.
And amidst the chaos, Ena and Sugar found themselves embroiled in a heated debate over the merits of various beach snacks. Their exaggerated gestures and comically exaggerated expressions drew laughter from the group, their playful banter a welcome distraction from the tension that hung in the air.
As the night wore on, the team found solace in each other's company, their shared laughter and shared experiences forging bonds that would withstand the test of time. And as they gazed out at the vast expanse of the ocean before them, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united as a team in victory and in friendship.
Everyone gathered around a blazing bonfire after a game of beach volleyball, the warmth of the flames throwing a comfortable glow over their faces. They took a seat in their homemade seats, ready to relax and tell stories long into the night, beverages in hand and laughter in their hearts.
As they gathered around the bonfire, Mimi raised her drink in a toast. "To unforgettable moments and lasting friendships," she declared, a warm smile gracing her lips.
"To unforgettable moments and lasting friendships!" the team echoed, clinking their glasses together in celebration.
Jade, her eyes twinkling mischievously, nudged Kaye playfully. "Remember that time we got lost on that hiking trail?" she teased, eliciting laughter from the group.
Kaye chuckled, shaking her head. "How could I forget? We ended up miles off course, but at least we had each other for company," she replied, squeezing Jade's hand affectionately.
Sol, taking a sip of her drink, grinned at Keer. "You were unstoppable on the court today, Keer. I swear, you were like a force of nature out there," she praised, raising her glass in salute.
Keer grinned back, a hint of pride in her eyes. "Thanks, Sol. Couldn't have done it without your passes," she replied, giving Sol a playful wink.
Ena and Sugar, sharing a knowing glance, burst into laughter as they recalled a particularly embarrassing moment from their past. "I still can't believe we did that!" Ena exclaimed between giggles, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.
Sugar nodded, her cheeks flushed with mirth. "I know, right? But hey, it makes for a great story now," she replied, clinking her glass with Ena's in a silent toast to their friendship.
Lila, her gaze soft as she looked around at her friends, felt a surge of gratitude wash over her. "I'm so glad we're all here together," she said, her voice filled with sincerity. "Cheers to nights like these."
"Cheers!" the team chorused, raising their glasses in unison as the crackling of the fire and the sound of their laughter filled the night air.
As the flames danced in the firelight and laughter echoed into the night, Mimi raised her glass once more, her heart overflowing with gratitude. "To us," she said, her voice soft but resolute, "and to us being friends in every universe."
The sentiment hung in the air like a promise, binding them together in a bond that transcended time and space. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of the fire and the love of their friends, they knew that no matter where life took them, they would always have each other.
The End.
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