sumarry. Manon, the most popular girl in school, and Megan, the class nerd, have nothing in common. Except for one tiny little detail: they both want you. Behind your back, they start competing non-stop to see who can win your attention. But the more you get to know them, the more an impossible question begins to emerge: Why should you have to choose only one?
content. g!p Manon, g!p Megan, mean!reader, throuple, smut, suggestive content, use of y/n, competition, p in v, happy ending for everyone 😉
SMAU . You just broken up with your older boyfriend after finding out he had cheated on you with another girl in your studies class. To get back at him you decided to date his loser of a sister, megan — who was his younger twin. Will you fall for her or is your heart destined for her..?
PARING . gp megan . s x fem reader
CONTENT warning . smut , fluff , angst , kys jokes , uni au , bullying , cheating mentioned .
author's note . so.. this is gonna be messy so — i’m the birthday confetti 🥱 — m.list
YURI LOVERS . CHER .
chapters -> TEXTS* + WRITTEN
01. with who*
02. hello*
03. twins.*
04. unknown . 05. unknown . 06. unknown.
TAGLIST . comment to be on it. [ 05/45 ] @wtfisthisnoclueman @highonheavens @fein4lararaj @postergirlll @reia-2x10 @s0ph14z
SYNOPSIS :: Nothing, I mean NOTHING could have mentally prepared you for the day the university’s so-called troublemaker decided you were worth her attention. From that moment on, she’s everywhere—lingering glances, deliberate run-ins, it’s a presence you can’t quite escape. Especially not after she makes it painfully clear that she wants you. Only you.
You know you’re not supposed to fall for her. She’s reckless, complicated, everything you were warned about. But she has a way of breaking down your defenses, of making resistance feel pointless… and love feel inevitable.
PARING :: G!p Daniela . Avanzini x nerd. Fem reader!
synopsis: y/n and manon meet through a mutual friend after y/n slides into her dms. they start dating and it’s all going well until one of the kats accidentally leaks his name on live, leading to fans finding his socials and music and terrorising him. y/n wonders why these people feel entitled enough to say he’s not good enough for manon.
pairings: manon bannerman x trans!drill!reader
warnings: classism, accusations of cheating (no one cheats), british slang, online harassment, parasocial fans, y/n is stealth, mentions of drugs, mentions of drug dealing, usage of drugs (DONT DO DRUGS), kms/kys jokes, transphobia. y/n’s face claim is central cee
summary: your baby boy is growing and you think it’s time for you to start working again. manon doesn’t like that idea and you start to understand why.
includes: g!p manon x baby mama reader · established relationship · motherhood · traditional-ish family dynamics · secret family (hybe has manon on a leash, u know how it is) · foul language · alcohol consumption · cigarette smoking (m) · protective baby daddy manon · manon has some issues ˙◠˙ · you both figure it out in the end ᵕ̈
“You’re not fucking getting it. I don’t want him left somewhere, I want him to have you here.”
“It’s not like I’m going away.”
“But you are. Working a nine-to-five means you’re gone most of the day.”
“That’s still better than you being gone for most of the year, isn’t it?”
Maitho turned two today. The shine in all your sunny days, the light of your life. He came into this world with nothing but a sharp cry and Manon’s features, which you found unfair. You carried him for nine months, went through labor for six hours, only for him to pop out looking exactly like Manon with her milk chocolate skin and curly hair. Manon was proud of that, though she’ll never admit it out loud; Maitho was all hers. Her face on his, her name on all his documents, her heritage in his skin.
Manon’s love for you went impossibly deeper the evening he was born. It was late September, Katseye had a performance in another city but she flew right out the moment she got the phone call—your mother frantically saying that your water broke and that you were preparing to leave for the hospital. She got there in five hours, still in the rehearsal clothes she left in, face immediately growing pale at the sight of you in the hospital bed, going through contractions and experiencing the pain people are still finding the words to describe.
You crushingly held her hand through every push, anchoring yourself as your body stretched open for your baby boy. Manon watched as you split open and get sewn back up just to bring her the biggest joy of her life, and with that she promised herself: the world will have to crumble before she let anything hurt you.
That promise was fulfilled everyday. She spent every free day and hour with you, helping around the house and tending to Maitho. And when she was away for months on end for tour, every Katseye paycheck went straight to your account. She was a good mother, and by that you mean that she did her very best to show up despite being hidden from the rest of the world.
When you got pregnant, HYBE told her she’d have to keep you and your child under tight wraps if she wanted to keep her place in Katseye. And Katseye was everything she worked hard for, everything she sacrificed everything for. If she lost Katseye, she’d have nothing. She had a family to think about now, she had to feed you and your son. She couldn’t go back to Switzerland, without a degree or a job, and live off of her parents’ money. You told her then, three months pregnant, “Go do what you have to do.”
And she has been doing it for nearly three years now. But God, you wanted to do something yourself, too.
Now, you were sitting on the outdoor patio of your backyard, fairy lights and powder blue decorations all over the place for Maitho’s second birthday party. Manon hadn’t been home for a couple months—Katseye was on tour in Asia and had a two-week break before they flew to Europe. You watched as Manon carried him on one arm as she entertained your guests—family relatives, the Katseye girls, and some close friends. She had a proud smile on her face as your son napped on her shoulder, tired from running around with the other kids and eating too much food.
You stood from your seat, linen dress flowing as you make your way towards Manon, arms reaching for your little boy, “I better lay him down inside.”
“He’s fine,” Manon told you as the guests she was entertaining continued talking among themselves, keeping Maitho on her arm. You smelled the alcohol on her breath as she spoke, nothing too strong but it was clearly there.
“Are you drinking? You said you wouldn’t drink tonight.”
With Maitho still asleep on her shoulder, you and Manon took a step away from the other guests, whispering so that no one could overhear, “Uncle Tommy insisted. You know how he gets, I haven’t been able to deny a drink from him since I was fourteen.”
“And you know I don’t like Maitty around you when you’re drinking.”
“Come on, Mama. I’m decent. Let me hold my son for a bit,” Manon spoke in the tone she used whenever an argument was brewing between you two, adjusting Maitho on her arm.
You sigh in defeat, not wanting to argue right now. “Don’t drink any more tonight, Manon. I’m serious.”
Manon’s face broke out in a toothy grin. “Okay. You should probably check on your mother, get her to stop cooking for the night. There’s too much food than the guests know what to do with.”
You rolled your eyes at that, “You got him?”
“Yup. Now go.”
Later that night, after the party’s died down and all the guests have kissed your cheek on the way out the door, you managed to bathe a sleepy Maitho before changing him into his pajamas and tucking him into bed. You kissed his forehead, running a hand through his curly hair and smiling contentedly at his sleeping face. He looked so much like Manon, which made your heart ache in fullness everytime you thought about it. Having him felt like having the opportunity to fall in love with Manon all over again. A purer version of her. A more innocent one.
Manon leaned against the doorframe of Maitho’s room, arms crossed with half a smile on her face as she watched you and your son.
“I told you not to drink anymore.”
“Technically, I only sipped.”
You rolled her eyes as you turned around to face her, slowly approaching her and closing the door shut. “Does Uncle Tommy have something to do with that again or was that just you?”
“Just me.”
You hummed in response. Manon then held your waist and pressed you against the wall of the hallway, kissing your neck tenderly. “Thank you for organizing Maitty’s birthday, Mama. He had a lot of fun.”
“You had a lot of fun, too. It seems.”
“I could have a lot more fun tonight,” Manon whispered against your neck, hands travelling upwards to cup your breast. You let out a breathy sigh, head falling back onto the wall to give her more access to your skin.
“I was… I was thinking…” You start, a hand coming up to gently tangle your fingers in her curly hair.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Maybe I could start looking for work now.”
That made Manon stop, slowly detaching her lips from your neck and looking down at you with a serious face through the haze tiny sips of whiskey gave her earlier that night.
“Who gon’ look after Maitty?”
“We could send him to daycare, Manon.” You said as a matter-of-fact.
“And leave him with strangers?”
“Well, he needs to socialize and play with other kids his age.”
Manon steps away, running her fingers through her hair, pushing it back. “He’s too little. He still a baby.”
“Daycares are for babies.”
“You’re not fucking getting it. I don’t want him left somewhere, I want him to have you here.”
“It’s not like I’m going away.”
“But you are. Working a nine-to-five means you’re gone most of the day.”
“That’s still better than you being gone for most of the year, isn’t it?”
That shut Manon up. Your words hit a little too low, so low that it reached her pride.
Manon spoke again, through gritted teeth this time, “I’m gone most of the year to work. So you ain’t have to. So you could stay here, be safe, and take care of Maitty.”
“Yeah, because that’s all I’m good for nowadays.”
“Nah, don’t give me that shit. Don’t fuckin’ start that right now.”
“It’s true! All I am is a mother now, aren’t I? I’m not the fun, college girl you dated when you first got in LA and you had nothing going on for you except a little HYBE contract—”
“I had everything goin’ on for me.”
“I have a degree, Manon. I graduated with honors and I earned that shit! I had professors telling me I’d do great things, I had jobs waiting for me—”
“Stop yelling, you’ll wake Maitty,” she said firmly, motioning to his door but you ignored her.
“I had a life! I was somebody before all this—”
“You wanted this. I told you, when that test turned out positive, I told you I‘d be there for you no matter what. When you said you wanted to do it, I supported you and I showed up in every fucking way I knew how.”
You opened your mouth to speak but Manon beat you to it, her words dripping venom at how much they stung, “It ain’t matter if I wasn’t ready—I made myself ready. Because I loved you and I wanted to give you everything you wanted even if it fucking risked me everything I got.”
You were crying now, with Manon staring you down with the kind of vulnerable anger you’ve never seen in her eyes before.
“Did you expect me to just, I don’t know, remain like this for the rest of my life?” You croaked out.
Manon sighed, putting her hands on her hips as she looked away from you, trying not to let frustration overcome her, “I don't like the thought of Maitty not having you when he needs you. Especially not now.”
“I know my son, Manon. I wouldn’t bring it up if I knew he wouldn’t be okay without me around.”
“He’s my son, too. God knows I wish I know him the way you do.”
Silence enveloped the two of you for a moment that felt longer than it actually was.
“I need some air,” Manon said before turning away and walking towards the balcony. Her frame retreated into the hallway, the shirt she was wearing earlier now untucked and unbuttoned, wide-legged trousers sagging slightly, the ends of the fabric brushing the floor.
You showered as she smoked on the balcony, both of you reeling in the recent argument in your own space. You walked out the bathroom thirty minutes later, your hair up in a towel and your body wrapped in another one. Manon was already there, sitting on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands, smelling like cigarettes and familiar cologne.
Her head turned to look at you, removing the towel from yourself as you pulled out a silk nightgown from your closet. She took a moment to stare at your naked body—how much it had changed since having Maitho and how much time she spent thinking about how you’ve never looked more beautiful. You quickly dressed yourself in the nightgown and Manon stood up to unbutton her shirt.
Without a word, you passed her a fresh set of sleep clothes, the air still filled with tension from your argument yet your actions still carried care. She took them wordlessly, avoiding your gaze, not having the heart to thank you. Turning away, she took off her shirt and let her trousers fall to the floor, swiftly changing into the fresh clothes—a loose shirt, a pair of grey boxers.
“You know how my dad wasn’t always around back then,” Manon started, voice soft.
You didn’t respond, you just let her continue.
“He was always away on his work trips and shit. Gave us a call and a monthly allowance and that was it. Nothing really changed when he and my mom divorced, except we saw him even less and the allowances got bigger,” Manon paused, taking a breath to ground herself, “I like to think I had no problem with that back then. I like to think I was even happy about it because I didn’t have to put up with his bullshit anymore.”
You started drying your hair in front of the vanity mirror, listening to her as she spoke with only vulnerability painted on her lips.
“And my mom worked full time. You know how passionate she is about her work, that ecology and that environment shit. Me and my sister took care of ourselves at home—cooking our own breakfast, packing our own lunch, planning our own birthday parties. We had to take care of Mom, too. When she forgets to eat and locks herself up in her office.”
You took a shaky breath at her words as you felt her walk up behind the chair of your vanity table. She turned the chair around so you face her, looking down at you with sad eyes.
“I never had a parent right there when I needed them. Not my dad, not my mom either. Not really.”
“Oh, Manon…”
She got down on her knees, resting her head on your lap as you remained seated on your chair. She whispered then, “I know Maitty’s growing up without me. I don’t want him to grow up without you, too.”
You exhaled heavily, taking her face in your hands so she could look up at you. “I understand, baby. I know. We don’t have to talk about it tonight.”
“No, no,” Manon said, her hand coming up to cover yours, the one which was caressing her face, “I want you to know that I never want to hold you back. I don’t want you feeling like you’re limited to this. But I just… I…”
You look at her with soft eyes, urging her to continue, letting her know you were listening.
“I try so hard, baby. I do my best to be the parent I wish my parents were. I do my best so Maitty could have the childhood I wish I had. But Maitty’s not me.”
You nod, pushing her curly hair back, staring at her face and yet all you could see is Maitho.
“And you’re not my mother,” Manon said, “I’m sorry for earlier. I thought… I thought I was doing the right thing, saying the right thing. But like you said, you know our son, way more than I do. You know what’s best for him. You know what’s best for you. And I want you to tell me whatever you think that is.”
She added after a quick pause, “And I promise not to crash out.”
You laugh at that and she does too. She leans up, supporting herself on the arms of the chair. Still on her knees, her lips land on yours, kissing as an apology, as a way to seal her promise.
“I'm sorry, Mama. I'm sorry,” Manon repeatedly whispered as the night ended. Tomorrow, you’ll talk about it again. And wherever that conversation brings you, you’ll be there together. For Maitho. For your little family.
can i get virgin r! with g!p manon and manon guides and eases her through it and reader really likes it and gets carried away and dont realize the other girls hear everything from the other room and didnt know they were together until they hear whats happening and r! and manon emerge
Thinking about being loud with G!P Manon
A/N: ooo love this request (i twisted it a little sorry!)
warnings/ virgin!reader, pull out method, reader is loud, aftercare
"You ready?" Manon asks, lining her dick up with your pussy. You nod, see, you had no experience with stuff like this. You couldn't stop thinking about if it hurts or even if you would bleed! "I'll be gentle my love" Manon smiles as she pushes into you, you let out a groan at first but then winced once the stretch got to you. Once her dick is fully inside, Manon bottoms out and paused for a minute - letting you adjust to the feeling before moving. "You can move now..." you hesitate. She starts moving slowly, and you immediately start moaning. You were surprised at the way it actually felt, realising what you had missed out on over the last few years being a virgin. Manon starts to speed up, causing you to get louder. You both had either blocked out or didn't realise the sound of the bed creaking with every thrust, or the bed post hitting the wall awfully loud. Pretty quickly, you both start to reach your climax. When you finally finish, it's like pure ecstasy, your body convulses and you practically scream in pleasure. Manon - being smart - pulls out and uses her hand to push herself to finish onto your stomach. You two lay there for a minute before Manon gets up and goes to the bathroom. She comes back with a wet paper towel to clean you up, being careful around your clit. After a few minutes, you two get dressed properly and go downstairs, Manon was getting water and you were just looking to sit down anywhere you could. "Have fun?" Daniela asks. "...What?" You ask, praying she didn't mean what you think she means. "Well based on your screaming you either hated or loved it so... which is it?" Megan pipes up. "Oh my god..." you mutter and hide your face into your hands in embarrassment. The girls laugh, even Manon, before all of them make sure you know they're only joking. And you know, of course, but you can't help but be embarrassed.
Synopsis ! You hate the ‘emo band’ in your school, all they do is cause trouble around campus and for you. You hated them sooo much, they were losers and you were THAT girl. But the drummer who goes by the name megan has caught your attention, even though she’s annoying. You swore you hated her guts but you’re slowly falling for her.
Paring ! Rodrick!Megan skeindel ( g!p ) x regina george! Fem reader.
Featuring ! james & Martin from cortis, manon from katseye, other kats, wonyoung from ive & more.
Content ! fluff, reader portrayed to be like regina George, megan portrayed to be like rodrick, high school au? smut, meanie reader, loser sucker megan.
tags ! mention of drugs, loser lover! Yn, bad girl! megan, spoiled yn, naughty things, reader is kinda a rich kid, entire school knows megan likes yn. But yn hates megan’s band.
status ! ongoing.
now playing ! so bitter by stxlkin
blosmie notes ! i’ve seen so much rodrick x regina skip ect and i just hadddd to make a series for a comeback — but bare with me people — i promise this is gonna be good. 🥲
synopsis . . . after a bitter and chaotic divorce, daniela and you can’t stand being in the same room — but for the sake of your little girl, you would do anything, including agree to couple’s therapy. it starts with weekly sessions of torture that relives the past and turns into the discovery that hate isn’t always the opposite of love.
contains . . . angst, mentions of teen pregnancy/drinking/sex, suggestive if you squint, just the first chapter! hope y’all like it.
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daniela has always been a storm of emotions in your life. from the very first time you saw her, you were only a girl, a little girl. daniela was just someone you couldn’t reach… then you fell in love with her, falling with no safety net, daniela was warm, she was the pure sun that warmed your blood under your skin, she was the strong, slim arms around your waist and around your shoulders, she was the one throwing rocks at your window from afar so she could sneak in your room while your parents were asleep, she was everything.
daniela was everything, everything you’ve ever dreamed about even before knowing what you wanted, she made you hers with such naturality that you believed you were born for it, born to meet her, to be in her arms. of course, that was a lifetime ago, you were a girl.
now, the sun didn’t warmed your blood in the office of a therapy doctor, it was too… white, unpersonal, a comfortable couch you were sat on beside daniela — a safe distance between you —, a leather chair across it, a few plants around the office, a weak attempt to make it more comfortable, more alive, perhaps it would work if the tension between you and your ex wife couldn’t be cut with a knife.
neither of you dared say a single word, you knew where it would lead — screams, yelling, tears, or anger, that was the only way it always ended with daniela.
“avanzinis…” the man sat down the leather chair spoke, he was in his late 40s, glasses on the top of his big nose, he smelled like expensive cologne for men a few good years younger than him, but his face was gentle somehow, it made you feel at ease. if google had said he helped a thousand couples and ex couples how to cooperate, who were you to say otherwise?
and you couldn’t let daniela think she was right in rejecting the idea of therapy at first.
“not avanzinis. she’s avanzini, but we had a divorce a few months ago.” you interrupted. he looked over the paper he was holding. daniela sighed in annoyance.
“okay.” he said simply, a smile reached his lips, a careful smile. “maybe the first names will do it then, y/n? good for both of you?” he said.
the mention of your first name added a personal feeling to the whole session, to the whole thing both of you and daniela considered bullshit, but what wouldn’t you do for the 7 years old girl who you loved more than life itself? the little girl who carried a smile with a few missing tooth, daniela’s dimples and curly hair, who carried the color of your skin and the taste of your ex wife for sports. nothing. there’s probably nothing you wouldn’t do for elena avanzini, including spending a weekly hour with her other mother trying to deal with the fact that you have a kid with the person you hate the most.
doctor bennett spoke again, putting the folders down his lap, instead adjusting the notebook, his tone became serious. not harsh, not mad, but serious.
“for starts, i must know the dynamics of your relationship.” the worst possible — you thought, but didn’t say a thing. “you both are quite younger than most people i attend to, i must say.”
“we are. classical story, knocked her up at sixteen.” daniela said, her tone was light… too light. you hated how at ease she looked, wasn’t she nervous to speak about her marital problems to a random man for an hour? wasn’t she nervous to be there with you? did she feel nothing at all?
“you have to say it like that?” the words left your mouth before you could stop yourself, you hated the way she spoke so crudely, as if it was a funny story, it wasn’t, not even close to be.
daniela looked at you, your tense figure, square shoulders, sun dress of light blue — her favorite color. had you dressed like that during your marriage? if you did, she probably would have worked harder to keep you happy by her side.
“don’t fucking start.” she said, her words were final. but you had no intention of obliging.
doctor bennett interrupted you before you could even start.
“you have a daughter, right?” the question was for you, and you tore your angry eyes from daniela to look at him, your shoulders relaxed a bit, and your head nodded proudly before you find your voice.
“i do. we do. elena.” you said.
“we’re here because of her, doc.” daniela spoke, this time her voice didn’t annoyed you. “we can’t be in the same room without wanting to kill each other, but for elena… we must do it, so we want to learn how to… cooperate.”
you would explain it much better, you would use better words, but you held your tongue. the doctor hummed and wrote down something on his notebook before looking up again.
“i see, well, that’s good to hear. she’s more than reason enough for you guys to want to make it work.” every single one of his words were true, remembering the way elena looked at you after you argued with her mami was enough for you to remember why you were there. daniela stayed silent too. she thought the same, probably. “i will make a few questions, and i do hope it doesn’t end in another petty argument. it’s simply for me to understand the dynamics between you.”
you held your breath.
“how did you met?”
suddenly, you were back in first grade, so many years earlier.
the classroom had a few colorful drawings around the walls, flowers, butterflies, cars and sunny days. mrs. mitchell had a soft, sweet smile as she introduced the new students, you had your eyes wide as you watched them walking in, maybe some of them could be your new friends, maybe they wouldn’t laugh at your missing tooth and your messy drawings.
“i’m jacob, i’ve came from california.” a boy said, blonde hair, blue eyes, he was tall, taller than most boys in your class, he was athletic you could tell, he had dimples and the girls by your side whispered to each other something that you thought was compliment about his looks. he was cute.
but your eyes were much more glued to the girl next to him, a messy curly hair, dimples and earrings, yellow shirt with a jeans jacket and shiny hazel eyes.
“i’m daniela. i’m from atlanta.” she said, naturally, she wasn’t shy, she looked at everyone, standing there before the whole class, and she didn’t tremble, she didn’t flinch, her voice was loud enough and her little hands didn’t fumble with the rope of her backpack. she was steady, she was confident. “hi.”
a smile touched your lips and you waved at them both, as the rest of the class, but your eyes were on her. daniela.
daniela and you didn’t become friends as you wished at the time. she was too confident and soon enough she was friends with the most popular kids. you weren’t bullied, you weren’t a weirdo or a nerd, you were just you. a few friends, a few interests, everyone knew you, but no one cared particularly. including daniela.
until you reached sixteen.
you took off the braces and started to brush your hair in the right way before school, you learned a little about makeup and your tits started growing a bit, you got your nails and your eyebrows done, you started to have a sense of style, and suddenly, everything wasn’t about who would sit next to who during break anymore, it was about who had kissed who. and people wanted to kiss you.
suddenly, boys came to you like moths to a flame, kids that you knew for your whole life looked at you in the hallways and whispered about you to each other. you caught daniela’s eye.
daniela had let her curly hair grow and died it blonde, she started playing on the soccer’s female team and now attracted more attention of the girls than jacob ever dreamed of, but her confidence stayed the same, just as the dimples on her cheeks, the freckles on her nose, the smile on her face. she was still daniela.
she threw a paper ball at your head during history class, ms. wilson put a boring war movie on the projector and most of the class was half asleep. you looked back at her, with furrowed eyebrows, daniela smiled, your heart beat faster and you looked at the screen again.you felt her presence behind you a minute later.
“hi, y/n.” she whispered, you heard some nerd hissing a “shh” a few seats from you both. daniela didn’t paid attention.
“hi, dani.” you said back, and looked at her again. she already had a smile on her lips.
“you going to jacob’s party tonight, right?” her voice was low and her eyes were on your lips, making your cheeks blush. daniela knew what she was doing, she knew it all too well.
“party? i wasn’t invited.” you said, and again, the nerd said shhh with a little more energy. daniela rolled her eyes, ignoring it.
“what do you need? a written letter? i’m inviting you, pretty.” she chuckled. your heart made a happy flip. your cheeks were painted red and you bit your lip to suppress a highschool girl chuckle.
turns out that “jacob’s party” was nothing more than a few stupid teenagers sneaking in an old basement to drink cheap beer, listen to music and pretend they were cool. turns out that daniela found you really, really pretty and ended up kissing you before you went home.
and now, eight years later, there you are, not in a partially lighted basement that smelled like weed, but in an impersonal, white room, being analyzed by an older man because you didn’t have anything in you to respect the same woman who kissed you that night, the same woman you raised a child with.
it felt weird. a strange, building feeling blooming in your chest, the affection you felt for daniela was nowhere to be found now, but the memories still comforted you, somehow, the careless laugh and the brush of her shy fingers on your hair, the memory still warmed your blood like the very sun that bathed your skin.
“how much time after you started dating you got pregnant?” doctor bennett asks. you were taken away off your mind, daniela had answered the previous question for you.
“only a few months.” you said.
“so… you were really young, I see.” he said quietly, writing something down in his notebook, before looking up at both of you again, his expression analyzing both of you. “how did you first react to the pregnancy?”
the office walls faded away… in their place, it was the hallway of your school. you stand alone, hands hugging your own body as if you could make yourself smaller, small enough to disappear. you waited for daniela’s practice to end, your heart beat so fast against your ribs that you felt like you had ran a marathon.
but it wasn’t you who ran around the field for two hours straight, making every goal and dribble with every fiber of her being, wondering why her girlfriend – who made it clear it would be going to watch her play – hadn’t shown up yet.
when the practice had ended, all the exhausted girls moved to the lockers, daniela was a step behind, stretching her neck, checking the bleachers, trying to see you.
she saw you in the hallway. the other girls already in the locker, it was only both of you.
daniela stepped before you, she had a bun on her hair, sweat dripping down her face and a bottle of cold water in right hand, she had worried eyes as she saw the state you were in, red eyes, angst in your expression, your lip almost bleeding by how much you had been biting it non stop.
“what’s wrong, baby?” daniela takes a step further and you almost melt, clinging to her shoulders as she holds your waist.
“you… dani… i…” it took ten minutes for you to manage to tell daniela; you were pregnant. two positive tests, late period, morning sickness. every sign was right there.
daniela blinked a few times, she looked away from your face, almost if she was thinking, almost if looking at you could hurt her, see you cry and scared, when she could do nothing to change the situation, or maybe she was annoyed at your crying voice, at your words, at the way you had just changed the path of her life. for a few seconds, she avoided to look at your face.
“dani… dani, say something.” you murmured, you grabbed her face with both hands, you made her look in your eyes, her own were teary now, but as she took in the desperation attached to your gaze, her face softened.
“it’s okay.” daniela whispered, perhaps to you, perhaps to herself. “it’s okay… it’s okay. it’s gonna be okay.”
you hugged her tightly, both arms holding her as tight as you could, your face pressed against her sweaty shirt, and after a second you felt her arms around you, too, weaker than yours, more unsure, but it was there. daniela let you cry on her chest, she kept whispering in a scared, insecure voice that everything would be fine, so much that you started to believe her.
you believed her.
perhaps that was your second mistake, you believed daniela and the lies she told you to make you feel better. perhaps that was the reason you ended up in the doc’s bennett’s white office, sat an inch away from her, avoiding to look at her.
“it wasn’t easy. but it worked.” daniela finished.
“for a while.” you added. “but we’re not here to relive the past, doc, we’re here to move forward.”
you could almost physically feel daniela rolling her eyes at the way you spoke.
“yeah, move forward, because imagine living with someone who thinks that knows more about therapy than a doctor. imagine that.” her tone was just as light as if she was talking about the weather.
“yeah, because living with someone childish enough to speak about me as if i wasn’t there was fucking easy.” you chuckled ironically, you saw daniela’s eyes sparkle. you always had a way to make her mad, it really could amaze her sometimes, after all this time.
“it was easy to live with me, i wasn’t yelling at you for every minor mistake like a bitch.” her tone was flat, like the absolute true, a fact, not an offense, you looked at her with offended eyes and said under your breath trying to control your voice, trying to sound calm.
“you can’t control this big mouth of yours, can you?”
daniela laughed, crossing one leg over the other.
“well, there was a time you didn’t use to complain about my mouth on you, mami-”
the doctor interrupted her before your cheeks could go completely red.
“well, clearly i can know a thing or two about your dynamics now. same time next week?”
author’s note: if i have forgot your username/you want to be part of the taglist comment below please. also the chapter was supposed to be much better but some dumbass (me) lost the work with +1.5k words…
⊹ ࣪ ˖ megan, lara, and dani all raised their kids side by side as their own little found family, along with some other members of their college hockey team. now, as their teens enter their final years of high school, they just have to make sure to help them stay out of trouble til college comes around. sounds easy enough. right?
ˎˊ˗ ❄️ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 🔓୭˚. ⠀ ᵎᵎ ⠀ 🗝️
➴ pairings: hs hockey coach!megan x english prof!tutor girl reader (married) — student athlete therapist!lara x physical therapy girl reader (married) — college hockey coach!dani x coach's daughter reader (divorced) — oc x oc!
➴ genre + wc: found family/parenting w the kats, high school au! for their kids. fluff, angst, humor, hockey!! jock x tutor slow burn, academic rivals enemies to lovers, best friends slow burn/forbidden. basically their whole friend group is just gay and chaotic tbh. this au is set in the hockey!kats "dittoverse," so you are highly encouraged to read those fics to be in the loop of what's happening in this series <3 pinterest here.
➴ status: written portions to be dropped, hc's active!
➴ characters: coach megan & auntie tutor girl (i & ii & iii) — auntie lara & dr. auntie (i) — coach dani & tia mami (i & ii) — introducing the baby kats!
➴ chapters:
to be announced! <3
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synopsis . . . after a bitter and chaotic divorce, daniela and you can’t stand being in the same room — but for the sake of your little girl, you would do anything, including agree to couple’s therapy. it starts with weekly sessions of torture that relives the past and turns into the discovery that hate isn’t always the opposite of love.
trope . . . exes to lovers • enemies to lovers • romcom.
you and daniela never meant to have a baby at sixteen. but what you thought to be your worst mistake, turned into the light of your life — elena avanzini, your perfect baby girl. daniela and you raised her together and, against all odds, you both built a life that actually worked. for a while, at least.
after four years of marriage, everything began to fall apart. every conversation became an argument, every little misunderstanding turned into a fight. until daniela’s one final mistake shattered what was left of your marriage. now, divorced and barely able to stand each other, you are forced back into the same room for the one reason you can’t walk away from: your daughter.
to learn how to coexist, couples therapy is a good option… if you don’t kill each other in the process first, or even worse; fall in love again.
✦ ꒰ EMPLOYMENT ꒱ CEO of Laforteza Enterprises, a billion-dollar family run tech business.
An enigmatic mogul to the world, to you, Sophia is your childhood family friend. You associate her with memories of your father's laughter, fancy dinners in rooms that could house a family of four and walking hand-in-hand with her through the glass walled company perfectly set up for her to take her rightful throne.
People would joke around about marriage between the two of you, or how Sophia's usually self-centred moon seemed to revolve around you. It seems Sophia took that to heart. You had her heart at the first shy hello. Does she have yours?
ৎ୭ ː ꒰ CUT 𝐓O COMMERCIAL ꒱⠀𓏲 ────── a katseye ot6 romance reality show smau / written series.
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✦ ❪ STARRING / 🎬❫ :
✦ SOPHIA LAFORTEZA , MANON BANNERMAN , DANIELA AVANZINI , LARA RAJ , MEGAN SKIENDIEL & YOONCHAE JEUNG AS THE BACHELORETTES !
✦ HUH YUNJIN , NICHA YONTARARAK & DANIELLE MARSH AS THE MAIN CREW MEMBERS !
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✦ YOU , AS OUR STUNNING SINGLE WHOSE HEART IS BEING FOUGHT FOR !
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so, who even are you? only THE Y/N L/N , a household name & America's sweetheart !
bouncing between acting, singing and songwriting, you have millions (dare i say even billions ?) of fans chanting your name all over the world ! your magnum opus ? it's been said that expert critics have lost their minds trying to pick one from your roster of masterpieces !
your love life has always been a thing of secret that you dodged with a cheeky wink & a heart-melting smirk. your go-to excuse is the classic 'focus on my career' stuff and it's kinda true (the reason you're single is totally not because of the #things you've had to go through in the love department) !
really, the only reason you're here is because all press is good press right ? It's too bad you didn't do a simple google search before actually signing the contract. who knew that you'd end up on a reality show with a walking graveyard of your poor decisions in the love field. Yikes !
ˋ ૢ ༻ best paired with ? : ꒰ well, that's up to you now, isn't it ? (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ ꒱
THIS STORY WILL HAVE CHOICES IN THE FORM OF POLLS ! FIND OUT MORE ABOUT THE POLL SYSTEM + OTHER FAQ HERE !
✦ SHOW WARNINGS ! : reality show typical-drama 𝓯! reader x katseye ot6 fluff angst mentions of alcohol & substances I'll add more as we go along —
✦ EPISODE LIST :
⬭⠀1. ICE TO MEETCHA . +fillers.
⬭⠀2. A PEN & A DREAM . +fillers.
⬭⠀3. TAKE ME DOWN MEMORY LANE . +fillers.
⬭⠀4. IS THIS THING ON? . +fillers.
⬭⠀5. SEVEN GIRLS IN A BEDROOM, THEY MIGHT KISS . +fillers.
⬭⠀6. AWH MAN, THEY GAVE ME AN EX ON THE BEACH . +fillers.
⬭⠀7. FAMILY FEUDS . +fillers.
⬭⠀8. JEWEL OF MY EYE . +fillers.
⬭⠀9. PUT A RING ON IT ! . +fillers.
✦ PROFILES — THE EX. THE RIVAL. THE HEIRESS. THE SUMMER FLING. THE MESS. THE BFF. can you guess who is who ? ;)
TAGLIST 2/45 . (if this one gets filled, I'll make a separate post for taglist 2!) @chrissv4mp @mabelskisses
aerie's city overview : 5 months of planning later, here we are,,, if this flops or I lose motivation, I'm kmsing!!! hahahahaha,,,,, profiles should hopefully (?) be out tomorrow!
special thanks to my beloved @floervae for brainstorming with me ily oomf!! also honourable shoutout to @bookkeepersnook + other fruiteronet members for helping me fine-tune this !
