01-11

Women Lover | Cishet Men & Minors DNI

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Anomaly Information:

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Name: [REDACTED]

Designation No.: 01-11

Age: 21

Gender: F

Status: Active

Anomaly Class: Pansexual

Country of Origin: Philippines

Paypal Link: Read this first pls!

Additional Info: Responds infrequently, has no known schedules, has been seen lurking, fluent in three languages.

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Anon List | Requesting Guide | Masterlists

[mashup-writing]

Hello friends! I'm finally back as my internship has concluded successfully!! 🥳🥳🥳

All that's left now is for me to walk up the stage in my graduation toga, and get that degree I've spent four years working hard for. With the new free time I found on my hands, I've managed to (finally!) set myself up a PayPal account which I've put a link to on my pinned post.

Let me first reassure you guys that I won't be paywalling any of my old fics nor any one of my ongoing serieses. The PayPal link is only something of a donation option if you want to help support me financially while I write out fics for the various fandoms y'all request me to, and for the ones I'm trying to keep alive by writing for just because.

The only thing I will be paywalling is: A requested fic to be centered around *You* as the reader. As in your chosen name, your physical descriptions in the fic- It's going to be a fic that's yours and only yours.

So far, this is the only thing I could think of to paywall because it felt heavy for me to just take possible donations without giving something in return. Should you donate and want a fic tailored just for you, and know that you can request for ANY fandom you'd like yourself to be written into, even the ones I've marked as closed in my request tabs. Feel free to pick your poison, and I'll get you your fix! 🫡

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Should there be any further questions at all, my inbox is open and waiting! I can't wait to hop back into the creative grind with you guys.. 🥹 🫶

[the-reblog-squad-deactivated202]

Reblog if you don't use Generative AI to write fanfics/original fics or to create fanart/original art.

[mawofthemagnetar]

What do you mean “chat” is now referring to ChatGPT and not twitch chat? What? What? What the fuck? No?

When I address chat I am speaking to a presumed Greek chorus of real human people shitposting on their lunch break, not a machine that devours lakes to covert electricity into slop.

[a-tangled-mermaid]

Sigh. At least I have this.

[yanxxi]

Operation: Catch The Food Thief!

Sophia Laforteza x Fem Reader (7th Member!)

- In which food keeps vanishing from the house, so the members installed a CCTV to catch the mysterious thief. Instead of finding someone stealing snacks, they catch you and their very responsible leader.. sloppily making out in the kitchen.

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a/n: this had been in my drafts for a while now so i figured i should finish writing it. anyways, yay, sophia!!

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The biggest crisis that ever hit the Katseye house wasn’t a messed up choreography, not a comeback deadline, not even a broken nail. It was the fact that food kept vanishing into thin air, and no one knew who was doing it.

It started small at first: Daniela’s imported cheese chips she hid at the very back of the pantry behind the flour bags? Gone overnight, not a crumb left. Your bag of sweet treats from your hometown carefully hidden in the drawers? Demolished as well as Lara’s expensive dark chocolate she stashed in the cupboards for stressful practice days. Nothing but a crumpled empty wrapper left on the floor.

Then it got personal.

Yoonchae’s strawberry milk that she lined up neatly in the fridge door, each one labeled with her name in cute pink marker? All gone, only empty bottles rolling around. Manon’s French macarons she brought all the way from home, carefully packed in a pretty box she kept on top of the fridge? Gone without a trace, box left open and empty. Even Sophia’s protein bars she bought for early morning workouts? Vanished one by one.

And the most tragic of all? Megan’s tteokbokki cups, the ones she wrote "MEGAN’S ONLY!! DO NOT TOUCH!!" on with a big black marker, even drew a scary face next to it? Gone. Not even the paper cup remained.

"There is a criminal living among us! A thief! A monster!" Lara yelled during the emergency house meeting, slamming her hand on the coffee table so hard the remote jumped.

"Yesterday I bought three whole boxes of cookies! Three! Today all that’s left is the empty plastic tray! Who eats like a starving gremlin at 3 AM?! HUH?!"

"I swear, I saw someone!" Daniela added, pointing an accusing finger at no one in particular, eyes wide. "Last night I got up to get water, and I saw a shadow wearing a hoodie rummaging near the fridge! I thought it was just me tripping but NO! This is a crime spree!"

Yoonchae looking so broken-hearted, just stared at her palms blankly. "My strawberry milk… I saved that for after dance practice… who would hurt an innocent maknae like this…"

Manon crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow, looking unimpressed. "My macarons were not cheap. And they were imported. Whoever ate them is paying me back tenfold. Seriously."

"My mom bought those treats. I almost fought the airport staff at the baggage scanner just to get that through." You murmured out dramatically from your spot at the carpeted floor, fists clenching while Manon shook her head, clicking her tongue.

Megan, who was sitting on the armrest looking extra dramatic, suddenly slammed her fist on the table too, face all serious like she was the biggest victim here. "We can’t let this go on! This is anarchy! We need evidence! We need to catch this bastard red-handed! They think they can just steal our food and get away with it?! NO!"

"Megan, calm your tits." Sophia raised her eyebrow at the younger girl's dramatic aggression, standing up to hold the floor of the emergency meeting.

"Y'all are suggesting that we get a security camera?" She asked out to which the others immediately nodded, chirping their own complaints like they were declaring their rights.

Amidst that chaos, you met Sophia's eyes, nervousness evident on your gaze as you shook your head subtly. You and the Filipina had been dating secretly and for the past few months now, the kitchen had been your secret meet-up spot during late nights so putting on a security camera would definitely catch you two going at it and you absolutely don't want that.

"Guys, I really don't think that's a good idea." Sophia's voice came out way higher than usual.

Megan, already suspicious, raised an eyebrow. "And why not? It's for the greater good of our collective snack security."

"Well," Sophia began, her eyes darting around like she was looking for an escape route, "it's... it's a matter of feng shui!"

Silence.

Like, actual, awkward silence.

Everyone just stared at her.

"The what now?" Daniela asked, looking genuinely confused while Lara just shot Manon a 'what the fuck?' look before her gaze flickered back to their leader.

"Feng shui!" Sophia insisted, waving her hands vaguely around the kitchen area. "Think about it! A camera, with its harsh, staring lens, totally messes with the natural flow of qi in the kitchen. It'll create negative vibes, it'll make.. stale bread, burnt toast, and overcooked brownies! I can't absolutely have that!" She finished with a flourish, like she'd just dropped some profound wisdom.

"We cannot risk the cosmic balance of our cooking space!" Oh, you loved this girl too much. Sophia was really fighting for her life out there.

Manon just looked unconvinced. "Isn't feng shui for like, furniture placement, not security cameras. And I'm pretty sure it won't magically make your brownies overcooked."

"Ah, but you underestimate the subtle energies!" Sophia pushed on, getting a weird kind of confidence. "And the reflections! Imagine, you're just grabbing a late-night bite, and you catch your own reflection in the camera lens! So.. unflattering! Who wants to see themselves caught off guard, crumb on their cheeks, just trying to enjoy a moment?" She shivered dramatically.

"It’s a total invasion of our aesthetic privacy!"

You snorted subtly at that. The only privacy it'll probably invade is you and Sophia's midnight sessions to which is what currently motivating the Filipina to absolutely fight her way to not have your members agree on putting on a security camera.

Lara, who prides herself on always looking put-together, even at 3 AM, paused for a beat, then shook her head. "Sophia, we're trying to stop someone from eating all our food, not setting up a glamour shot."

"And the noise!" Sophia suddenly exclaimed, snapping her fingers. "All those tiny circuits, humming and buzzing inside! It would completely drown out our ability to truly hear the food cooking! You know, the gentle sizzle of frying eggs, the comforting gurgle of boiling water.. that's part of the whole culinary experience! A camera would just ruin it with its mechanical drone!"

Megan just threw her hands up, clearly done with the theatrics. "Sophia, it's a security camera, not a rocket launch! It's basically silent!"

Sophia caught your eye, and you saw a tiny, almost imperceptible wink. Her totally wild excuses were working, kind of. For now, at least. But the others weren't buying it. Not really.

As Sophia continued to throw out increasingly bizarre arguments, Manon and Daniela exchanged a look.

It was that knowing, "she's definitely guilty" kind of look. She's got to be the thief, their expressions screamed. They were totally convinced Sophia’s defensive/nonsense explanations meant she was the culprit. That she was trying to cover her tracks with this ridiculousness and throw them off the scent.

Amd so, later that day, while Sophia and you were out chilling, the rest of the members had a secret meeting.

"She was way too defensive," Daniela whispered, shaking her head. She was definitely not convinced.

"Right? And all those weird excuses about 'feng shui' and aesthetic privacy." Lara added, arms crossed. "It has to be her. Who else would try so hard to stop a camera?"

"Alright, my people." Manon declared, her mind made up, pulling out a small, sleek black gadget from her bag. "We're doing it. This thing is super discreet, high-def, and has night vision. I'll put it in while they're gone. We'll catch her red-handed and finally solve this mystery."

"Yeaw! About darn time!" Megan yelled out, exclaiming in that God-forbidding southern accent again to which Yoonchae just stared at her with disgust.

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You let out a soft yawn when you felt Sophia gently shaking your shoulder, your gaze opening, meeting those adorable doe brown eyes.

"Hey.. come on." She whispered softly at you, giddily, careful to not wake up Manon and Daniela who's on their respective beds.

You, of course, despite sleepiness tugging at you, followed your girlfriend out of the room and into the kitchen, running your fingers through your messy locks with a soft yawn before putting your hood up.

"What? Did you catch the food thief?" You murmured out, yawning once more.

"Nope. But I did caught something better." Sophia grinned mischievously at you and before you knew it, those plump, soft lips were already claiming yours.

And, well, who are you to deny it?

You let out a soft chuckle against Sophia's lips, letting her push you against the counter, your hands slipping inside her shirt, mapping every inch of skin you could feel.

She shivered at your touch, nipping at your lower lip in response. God, did she loved these moments.

Sophia let out a soft, hushed moan, a little purr that buzzed right through you as your hands gently cupped her breasts inside the thin fabric of her shirt. Her body, already molded against you, totally pressed in even closer, every curve just fitting perfectly with yours. "Fuck.."

Her own fingers started to explore you, tracing down your spine, lingering at your waist, then pulling you even tighter, squishing out any last bit of space between you two. Her lips, so full and impossibly soft, were just glued to yours, a constant, amazing presence.

"Mhm.." Your mouths danced together in this slow, sweet, but insistent rhythm, like a really good, wordless chat that just got hotter with every breath. You could taste the lingering sweetness of her strawberry lip gloss and that faint, yummy spice from her dinner earlier, a delicious mix that just made you want more.

Her tongue lapped and swirled against yours, exploring every soft, secret spot with no rush at all. It was a kiss that felt like everything you ever wanted, a mix of pure affection and just knowing you were exactly where you needed to be. Each gentle brush, each soft little suck, sent these amazing shivers through you both, sparking a slow, delicious warmth that spread through your veins, a powerful, magnetic pull that just clicked.

It was all breathless and exciting, a silent exhilarating session of happiness and belonging that made the quiet kitchen feel like the best place in the world.

Unbeknownst to you both, thoroughly lost in your own little love bubble, the tiny, almost invisible red light of the security camera tucked away in the corner of the kitchen gave a discreet, almost blink.

Yeah, you guys were royally fucked.

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The very next day, right after practice, the living room became Mission Control. Everyone was there, except you and Sophia, who were conveniently at the company for "urgent meetings" with Missy— definitely not on a secret date somewhere, eating each other's faces, absolutely not, nope.

Phones and tablets were prepped, snacks (carefully guarded from the yet-to-be-identified culprit) were laid out the coffee table, and Yoonchae even dimmed the lights for maximum effect. They were practically vibrating with anticipation, ready to finally catch their midnight food thief red-handed.

"Is it working?" Manon asked out, fixing the connection to the T.V since Megan claimed that watching the caught footage at the laptop is mid.

No responses were heard, Lara busy with her phone, Daniela chatting animatedly with Megan while Yoonchae was making sure the snacks on the bowl weren't missing a piece yet before the tape even played , slapping every hand that was going near it.

"Y'all, is it working!?" Manon yelled, to which all of them finally payed attention to, answering in a chorus of "Yes!"

"Thank you!" She huffed, dusting her hands off while Megan snorted, side-eyeing Lara.

"Goddamn, who pissed at her drink."

"I don't know, maybe you did?"

"The fuck? Why would you eve-"

"Okay, okay, i'm starting it!" Daniela yelled out before they could even continue their conversation, pressing the play button immediately.

At first, it was just the empty kitchen, lights dim, everything quiet, the clock showing 11 PM. Everyone leaned forward, eyes glued to the screen, holding their breath.

And..

Nothing absolutely happened.

"That was anti-climatic." Daniela spoke out, breaking the silence.

"Well, no shit, we gotta fast forward." Manon deadpanned, grabbing the remote from Daniela as they all just stared at the TV screen blankly, popping snacks in their mouth every once in a while.

They stared at the empty kitchen for 15 minutes, absolutely nothing going on, no food thief nor disturbance caught.

"Damn, it's like watching the paint wall dry-"

"Wait! Shh! Look! Someone’s coming!" Megan yelled, even standing up on the sofa to see better, pointing at the screen.

There was a figure, a silhouette of someone they could recognize very well entering the camera frame. This was it. They could finally know the identity of the damned culprit. Their fallen snacks and treats would obtain justice.

"THERE! GOTCHA! Who are you—"

Everyone froze. Dead silent. You could hear a pin drop.

On screen, the door can be heard opening slowly from the other hallway, and in walked into the frame was their leader, Sophia, wearing her silk pajamas, looking all cool and calm… and then you, their member, trailing behind her, rubbing your eyes looking just like you had woken up from sleep.

"Ha! It's Sophia, I knew it! It's So- Y/n..?" Megan halted her celebration, trailing off confusingly as she watches your figure following Sophia after, the camera catching both of your frames.

"There's two- Oh my god, there's no food thief, there's TWO food thieves!" Daniela concluded, eyes wide open as if she just discovered something horrendous. Yoonchae, on the other hand was looking at the screen with so much betrayal, oh, her heart, how could the both of you do that to her?

"They were scheming! Oh my fucking god!" Lara gasped out, extremely offended and betrayed, after she shared some sympathy with you having your hometown snacks getting stolen, you and Sophia were the culprits all along?

"I can't do this anymore! I can't! This- This is war-"

And before Manon could even finish her sentence, everything changed.

Sophia pulled you close by the waist instantly, one hand resting firmly on your lower back, before pushing you against the counter, her lips against yours. It wasn’t even just a quick peck. It was deep, warm, full of so much affection, her fingers tangling gently in your hair to tilt your head back just right, kissing you like you were the only person in the whole world.

Your hands slipped inside her shirt, the camera fully showing how intense and intimate your kisses were. A soft moan coming from Sophia can be audibly heard at the caught footage, the two of you lost in your own world, completely unaware that you were being recorded.

The whole living room was silent for three whole seconds. Then chaos erupted.

"NOOOOOO! THAT’S NOT REAL!!" Megan screamed at the top of her lungs, covering her eyes with both hands but immediately spreading her fingers to peek wildly anyway.

"FAKE! EDIT! CGI! GREEN SCREEN! THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE!"

"Turn it off! TURN IT AWF!" Daniela shrieked as she slapped Manon's thigh, the other girl also screaming as she tries to take the about to be live porno off of the TV screen.

"How do I even- oh my god, they just kept going?!" Manon, bless her heart, instead of turning off the TV, had managed to just press the fast-forward button, resulting for the screen to absolutely see everything in 2x speed.

Lara, finally having enough material to tell her therapist, bolted, pulling the TV's power cord plug off of the socket. "Oh my god, finally!"

"It's still playing at the laptop!" Megan shrieked to which Yoonchae slammed the laptop screen shut, eyes wide, face flushed and sanity barely intact.

A moment of silence overtook the whole living room before they finally processed it once more, all of them collectively going into a psychosis.

"I EAT THERE, I PUT MY FOOD THERE!" Daniela started pacing back and forth across the room, pulling at her own hair looking absolutely traumatized. "HOW COULD THEY DO THAT ON THE COUNTER?!"

"Bleach my eyes. That's my final wish. Please." Yoonchae murmured, slumping onto the couch, eyes wide, mind barely running. That image of you and Sophia practically smooching each other's faces carved into her mind. She can see it even when she closes her eyes.

Meanwhile, Manon, was laughing so hard in disbelief, she fell off the sofa, clapping her hands while wheezing, wiping tears from her eyes. "Oh my fucking god! That's why Sophia was being so weird- OH LORD!"

"I KNEW IT! I HEARD NOISES BEFORE!" Lara cackled, pointing at the now black screen of the TV, where your good ol' loving session was just played earlier. "I thought paranoia was being a bitch but no! Because apparently it's these two getting down on each other!"

"Wait! Megan! Weren’t you the one who said last week you heard weird sounds in the kitchen and ran away saying there’s ghosts?" Daniela gasped, piecing the coincidences all together as she threw herself on the nearest cushion at the couch from her revelation.

Everyone turned to Megan at that, the Hawaiian practically disassociating next to Yoonchae on the couch.

Megan, after a few moments of processing, had turned bright red from her cheeks all the way to her ears. She shook her head violently, trying to physically erase the memory now that she knew what those noises were.

"I thought the kitchen was haunted!!" She exclaimed out, standing up while gesturing with her hands animatedly. "Ugh! Oh god! And I was wondering why it sounded like someone was eating tteokbokki loudly!"

And just like that, the whole mission failed.

Throughout the whole footage, there was no sign of any food thief. No one stealing anything, just you and Sophia giving each other some good ol' smoochin' the whole night.

With that, they disposed the security camera away immediately, figuring that they absolutely don't want to see anything that would be going on in the kitchen no more.

And with that, the mystery remain unsolved.

Or has it?

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A week had passed since the Great CCTV Fiasco. The initial shock of Sophia and your secret romance had somewhat faded, replaced by a house-wide agreement to simply not think about what happens in the kitchen after midnight. The food thief, however, remained an unsolved enigma, a ghost in the machine.. or rather, in this case, in the pantry.

It was precisely midnight, pushing past 1 AM, and the house was blanketed in the kind of deep, peaceful silence only possible when all of you were finally getting their beauty sleep. Everyone was fast asleep, that is, except for one very determined, very hungry, and very guilty party.

Megan.

She woke up again, not to an alarm, but because her stomach was grumbling so loud it probably shook the walls. Just last week, she'd put on a total show, crying over her "stolen" snacks, including her own tteokbokki cups, which had mysteriously vanished right after her big speech about anarchy. She even blamed Sophia with convincing fury, all while secretly planning her next raid on the cookie stash.

She was the food thief.

And now, tonight was her night for another of her sneaky snack run, a solo mission she'd been waiting for.

"Ugh. I’m so hungry." Megan mumbled to herself, putting on her hoodie, tiptoeing out of her shared room with Lara after making sure that the other girl was dead asleep.

"I saw Manon put new cookies yesterday, hid them in the tin can. Bingo. No one will know. Easy. Safe." She whispered, giggling to herself at how much she sounded like a Disney villain plotting the end of the world.

"I wish it's those imported ones she got from Switzerland." She stretched, already salivating at the thought before finally making her move as she quietly walked, barefooted, to the pantry.

She crept slowly towards the kitchen, holding her breath, ready to sneak in, grab the food, and sneak out before anyone woke up. She turned the doorknob slowly, pushed it open just a crack, and peeked inside.

The lights were dimmed.

The atmosphere way too charged for a place known to be getting snacks at 1 o'clock in the morning.

And there you two were again.

For the hundredth time.

You were leaning against on the exact same spot at the kitchen counter, Sophia pressed up against you, her hands roaming on your body, your arms wrapped around her waist. You two were making out again, slow and deep, Sophia tilting your head back to kiss you properly, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, the other crawling on your thigh.

When you pulled away for air, she rested her forehead against yours, smiling that soft smile only you get to see.

"I love you so much." She whispered softly against lips, those familiar lip gloss of hers already yours at this point from how many times it had been smeared on your mouth.

You pressed a lingering soft kiss at those plump lips you adored, whispering an "I love you too." back, before feeding her a piece of strawberry you were holding.

It was sweet. It was wholesome. But Megan had reached her absolute limit.

She didn’t even care about the cookies anymore. She just stood there, staring at you two, then let out the loudest, most dramatic groan ever, facepalming so hard it echoed through the whole kitchen.

"REALLY?? COME ON GUYS?? AGAIN??"

She whisper-yelled so loud it was basically a shout, full of annoyance, disappointment, and pure trauma. "I came here to eat! I was so hungry! But now, I lost my appetite! Seriously?? Can't you two go anywhere else?? Why is it always the kitchen?! Huh? Do you guys have a schedule or someyhing? Literally every single night!"

You and Sophia jumped so hard you almost fell stumbled to the floor. You immediately hid your face in Sophia's shoulder, blushing like crazy, while Sophia tried to fix her hair and act like leader mode but her ears were bright red.

“M-Megan?! What are you doing here?! It’s 1 AM!” Sophia stuttered, trying to at least save face.

"WHAT AM I DOING HERE?? I CAME TO STEAL FOOD OKAY— I MEAN I CAME TO EAT!" Megan ranted, throwing her hands in the air. "But now, I don't even want it anymore! My appetite is gone! I don't want it!"

She pointed at you two, shaking her head. "You two are so affectionately disgusting! I absolutely support the both of you but you two are still disgusting!"

Megan turned around and walked away, not even looking back, muttering to herself as she went. "I’m not even hungry anymore. Gross. Lovebirds. Using the kitchen like that. Seriously.."

And that was how Megan got away with being the food thief forever.

No one ever found out. The only thing everyone knew was that the kitchen was permanently reserved for Sophia and Y/N’s date nights, and Megan would rather starve than walk in there ever again.

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a/n: i have so many pendings but can't absolutely forget our phia for fluff

[jusscallmeky]

Love Youuu <3 || Smau (Text Fic)

Ot6 (bsf Yoonchae) x masc!reader

Summary — you get your girlfriend and bsf a gift basket when it’s her time of the month. <3

Content Warnings — smau! Fluff, suggestive language.

Authors Note — I’m getting into doing text fics so hopefully this is good, lol. I have like 17 drafts that I need to do so until then, I’ll be doing short fics and smau’s as fillers! I literally have no motivation to do a long fic rn, lol so here’s some textinggg! Hopefully you guys enjoy!

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Daniela Avanzini <3

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Lara Raj <3

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Manon Bannerman <3

— Megan Skiendal <3

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Sophia Laforteza <3

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Jeong Yoonchae (bsf) <3

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Authors Note — hi all!! So I thought this would be cute, funny, and I personally enjoyed making it. There will be a fic soon but until then, I’ll be making some of these! Also can someone tell me how to make a proper master list? Yt has not been helpful. Thank you!

[mayzini]

one night ace has a nightmare and she goes to dani’s room bc she just wants to be in dani’s presence. but she forgot that mylo stayed over the night until she was in dani’s room. thankfully mylo a light sleeper so he hears her come in and like groggily figures out what happened then leads ace to his spot on the bed. which cause dani to wake up bc her boyfriend left and now the person getting into her bed isn’t him. she realizes that it’s ace pretty quickly and just turns to cuddle her. ace of course asks mylo if he’s sure and he’s like “nah it’s all good” and he leaves to the living room, it’s reveal to dani and ace later that he slept on the couch and that manon accidentally woke him up like 3 hours later

ace falls asleep on the couch playing zelda or something, and wakes up panicking in the middle of the night. meg and lara usually catch her and wake her up before they can get bad bad but this time she's alone which means the nightmare woke her up, which means that it was bad bad.

all she wants is dani. dani will keep her safe. dani will make it better. but she pushes the door to dani's room open and it takes her eyes a second to register just who that other figure is under the blankets and, fuck, its mylo.

ace keeps trying to get her breathing under control bc she can't wake mylo (or dani) but the panic is still so so so loud and she doesn't even register mylo moving until he's literally right in front of her face. mylo shaking dani awake a little so she doesn't get spooked when its not him getting back into bed. ace feeling so, so bad about "making" him get up and dani just shushing her baby.

manon coming downstairs and having a mini heart attack about a white man on the couch before realizing its mylo.

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"Manon coming downstairs and having a mini heart attack about a white man on the couch before realizing its Mylo."

MAY?! 😭 😭 😭 😭 😭

But this was hilarious in my head because the first thing Manon would do after having woken up is to not be in complete sensibilities. I hc her to have quiet steps that she's spooked every single one of the girls except Sophia cuz that woman is always aware of where everyone is, anyway:

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Manon sees a white man's head resting on the arm of the couch, the back of his head and his mop of hair peeking through the obstructive view that's the back of the couch and her first instinct isn't to freeze- It's to grab the thing nearest to her and it happens to be the slippers on her feet and she hurls it right at Mylo's head, connecting squarely with the back of his head.

When he jolts awake only to fall on the floor with a startled shout, Manon goes from freaked out to not knowing whether to run away or curl up in a ball due to embarrassment because that's Mylo she just landed a headshot on.

Daniela’s sweet, kind, and patient Mylo- And Manon tried to bust his skull open with a slipper before the sun has even risen... He'll initially be so confused but when Manon explains the misunderstanding on her part, he's sweating due to how much he's laughing about it and he'll leave the living room to camp out at the hallway in front of Daniela's door. He can't wait to snitch on his girlfriend's groupmate.

By midday, everyone in the dorm knows about the slipper incident and from that day onward, Mylo has coined a nickname for Manon: Sniper.

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[spotted-tomcat]

A Japanese transmasc rapper named Cocona has become a Brand Ambassador for Gucci. GUCCI!!!! And he’s in Milan Primavera, a really important and fancy fashion show, strutting around with a buzz cut and all his piercings and visible top surgery scars and I’m like genuinely so emotional about this I need all of you to see this!!!!!!! 🥹🥹🥹

[spotted-tomcat]

He has been out for about 2 months, and in the time since his bandmates (as he is part of a musical group) have been nothing but extremely loving and supportive towards him, even rebranding from “Xtraordinary Girls” to “Xtraordinary Genes” as a way to support him :D

They now refer to him as their little brother and pet his buzz cut like a cat :]

I hope this can serve as proof to any trans people who may see this that there will always, ALWAYS be people out there who see you as you are and love you for it! It just takes a little time.

[daisieswithdaydreams]

@this-is-trans-joy

[this-is-trans-joy]

This is trans joy!!!

[avanzinibananin1]

So... IT'S FREAKING HOT here in the Philippines rn and I got bored so I turned my hair into a bob😮‍💨

Omg I remember when I got a bob

Let’s just say it did NOT get any of the huzz

But I bet you look stunning🥰

[mashup-writing]

Cazeeee, pls get you a hairclip bebeghorl 😭 if your hair starts to grow out even just a bit? The strands on your nape will piss you the hell OFF 🥹

[riris-heart]

quick reminder that all of my manon fics will be on this page from now on!

@manzies-heart !

so i may not be active with writing on this acc but i’m still actively writing for manon rn :) all my manon girlies this is for yall! especially rn in these desperate times!

luh yall!!

[nudityandnerdery]

"[Y]our Harry Potter games are Cybertrucks" is such a good way to put it.

[mala-taste]

Good for them!

[mashup-writing]

Say it with me now: People in sex work are still people! People in sex work are still people!

[belleeebelleee]

"I fucking adore you. I love you. And you love me too. So why the fuck are you running from me?"

Victoria Javadi x fem!reader

You don’t chase her anymore.

That’s the first thing that changes.

Not because you don’t want to—but because you’ve realised chasing Victoria only makes her run faster. Like she hears footsteps behind her and mistakes them for pressure instead of care.

So you stop.

You give her space.

You let her come and go like she always does—intense, consuming, all in one moment, and then gone the second it starts to feel like something real.

It doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

It just means you’ve learned how to carry it quieter.

She always comes back.

That’s the thing.

Always.

Like she can’t stay away from you for long, no matter how hard she tries to convince herself she can.

Tonight is no different.

You’re sitting on your bed, half-reading something you haven’t actually processed in ten minutes when your door opens without a knock.

Victoria.

Of course.

She leans against the frame like she belongs there—like she didn’t disappear on you three days ago without a word.

“Hey.”

You glance up.

Not cold. Not angry.

Just… steady.

“Hey.”

It throws her off immediately.

You can see it in the way her posture shifts slightly, like she was bracing for something else.

“You’re not gonna ask where I’ve been?” she says.

You shrug lightly, closing your book. “You’ll tell me if you want to.”

“That’s it?” she presses. “No lecture? No guilt trip?”

You shake your head. “No.”

Because what’s the point?

You’ve done that before.

It didn’t make her stay.

It just made her leave faster.

Victoria watches you carefully now, like she’s trying to figure out what changed.

“What?” you ask softly.

“Nothing,” she mutters, pushing off the doorframe and stepping inside anyway.

She hovers for a second.

Then sits beside you.

Close.

Not touching.

Not yet.

There’s tension in it.

In her.

You don’t move.

You don’t close the space either.

You just let her exist there.

“I missed you,” she says after a minute.

It’s quiet.

Almost reluctant.

You nod slightly. “I missed you too.”

That part is easy.

Honest.

And somehow that honesty makes everything else heavier.

Because missing each other was never the problem.

Staying was.

It happens slowly.

The shift.

The way her hand brushes yours.

The way she doesn’t pull back this time.

The way her shoulder leans into yours, tentative at first—like she’s testing if you’ll let her.

You do.

Of course you do.

You always do.

Her breath hitches slightly.

“Why are you being so… calm?” she asks.

You glance at her. “Would you prefer I yell at you?”

“…maybe,” she admits.

You huff a soft laugh. “Yeah. I figured.”

She turns her head, studying your face like she’s searching for something.

“Don’t you care?” she asks, quieter now.

That makes you pause.

“Of course I care.”

“Then why aren’t you mad?”

You think about it for a second.

Because you could be.

You probably should be.

But—

“I think you’re already mad enough at yourself,” you say gently.

That hits.

You can see it.

The way her jaw tightens.

The way her eyes flick away from yours for just a second too long.

“…don’t do that,” she mutters.

“Do what?”

“Act like you understand me.”

You tilt your head slightly. “I do understand you.”

“No, you don’t,” she snaps, sharper now—but it’s not really at you. “You don’t get what it’s like to feel something this—this big and not know how to hold onto it without ruining it.”

You don’t flinch.

You don’t pull away.

You just sit there, steady.

“I think I do,” you say softly.

She shakes her head, pushing up from the bed like she needs distance now.

“Yeah? Then why aren’t you running too?”

“Because I don’t want to.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“It is for me.”

She turns to face you fully now, frustration bleeding into every line of her body.

“You’re just gonna sit there and let me keep doing this?” she demands. “Coming and going like it doesn’t matter?”

“It matters,” you say.

“Then act like it.”

“I am,” you reply, still calm, still grounded. “I’m staying.”

That stops her.

Completely.

Silence crashes between you.

Because that—

That’s the part she doesn’t know what to do with.

You stand slowly, closing the distance she created without making it feel like a chase.

“I’m not mad, Victoria,” you say, voice quiet but steady. “I just… wish you wouldn’t run every time it starts to feel real.”

Her breathing shifts.

Uneven.

“You don’t get it—”

“I fucking adore you.”

The words cut through hers.

Sharp.

Unavoidable.

Her mouth snaps shut.

You step closer.

Not aggressive.

Not forcing.

Just… there.

“I love you,” you say, and your voice doesn’t waver—not once. “And you love me too.”

Her eyes flicker.

Because she can’t deny it.

Not to you.

Not to herself.

“So why the fuck are you running from me?”

The room feels smaller now.

Tighter.

Like everything’s closing in around the question.

Victoria exhales sharply, dragging a hand through her hair, pacing once before stopping like she doesn’t trust herself to keep moving.

“Because I don’t know how to keep this without destroying it,” she admits, the words rough, pulled from somewhere deep. “Because every time something matters this much, it ends. Or I end it before it can.”

Your chest tightens.

But you don’t step back.

“You’re not ruining this,” you say.

“You don’t know that.”

“I do,” you insist softly. “Because I’m still here.”

She looks at you then.

Really looks.

Like she’s trying to understand how you can be so steady when she feels like she’s coming apart at the seams.

“That’s what scares me,” she says quietly.

“Me staying?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

Her laugh is hollow. “Because you deserve someone who doesn’t keep running.”

You shake your head. “I deserve you. Even the parts that don’t know how to stay yet.”

That lands somewhere deep.

You can see it in the way her shoulders drop—just slightly.

In the way the fight in her eyes flickers.

“I don’t know how to do this,” she admits again, softer this time.

You nod. “Just.. don’t run.”

A beat.

“That’s it?” she asks.

“That’s it.”

Her gaze searches yours, like she’s waiting for the catch.

There isn’t one.

“You’re really just… here?” she says.

“Yeah.”

“Even when I screw it up?”

“Yeah.”

Silence stretches.

Then—

She steps forward.

Slow.

Careful.

Like she’s approaching something fragile instead of something she’s been trying to escape.

Her hand finds yours.

This time, she doesn’t hesitate.

Doesn’t test it.

She just holds on.

Tight.

“I’m trying,” she says.

You squeeze her hand gently. “I know.”

And for the first time—

She doesn’t pull away.

[meiwok]

i know this is a crazy, abstract concept, but hear me out guys:

lying about your age endangers yourself to predators and being exposed to hardcore pornography that will mess up your development

lying about your age can make adults feel disgusted because they would have never spoken to you like that if they knew you were a minor

lying about your age does not only have consequences on you, but also everyone else who interacts/interacted with you

[ilyparkerellis]

Franchaela fics rec : part 2

Bc there's too much ai slop in the tag and it's driving me insane, w some having over a thousand kudos (????) so here are some fics written with love and care bc good things are worth the time and effort you put into them. Please go read, kudos & comment those instead (also here is part one)

Symposium by Kidfish, 10k, complete, rated M

Michaela character study set during the funeral scene, her dance with Francesca and their shared grief pressed into the story like flowers in a book. Gorgeous writing that explores loss and love, with a sprinkle of soulmate au.

Kiss it better by louclaudiafledgling, 11k, complete, rated E

S5 crashout and make-up sex fic where Michaela gets spooked after they make it official to their families and tries to make a run for it (again.) Aching angst and beautiful love confession followed by Michaela giving Francesca a strap-on and creating a monster. (we all cheered) The sex is hot and laced with trauma resolution through kink. Michaela's POV is fantastic, she is full of contradictions and completely surprising and spontaneous and lovely. Queer joy baby

followed a dream and a strange desire by latkeparty, 50k, ongoing, rated E

5 + 1 fic set in Scotland and then after Michaela's return in London. The character study is phenomenal. I loved living in Francesca's head and watching her navigate her marriage and grief as she attempt to articulate her own interiority to herself. I love how this story characterized her relationships not just with Michaela and John, but with Anthony, Scotland, Benedict and Sophie, all the Bridgerton sibs, her piano. I want to eat this fic and i can't wait for part 2

for you i would cross the line by z521, 13k, complete, rated M

Modern AU. Francesca starts dating John and becomes obsessed with his influencer cousin. And I mean obsessed obsessed. Like full-blown online stalker and then some. Kinda starts cute-ish like oh she has a crush and doesn't know how to cope and rapidly devolves into Francesca???? Hello??? Can we slam on the brakes??? Yeah this one takes you on a JOURNEY i love crazy people 💜 Bonus John isn't dead!

live and live and live by ohsocalypesman, 10k, ongoing, not rated

An exploration of Francesca and Benedict's queerness within the confine of their society. Suffocation is a character of its own in this story and it's heartbreaking. Francesca's POV especially made me feel like I was suspended in time. (a horrible fucking time) The imagery of the writing is very striking and always give me a lot to think about when it comes to those these characters.

the hurl and gliding by leohtttbriar, 1k, completed, rated G

Francesca catches Michaela as she is leaving instead of learning about it from their maid. I'm amazed by how much this author covered in such little space. The writing is filled with melancholy, grief and warmth and it is a sweet and heartbreaking exploration of the uncertainty of goodbyes and it gave me lots of feelings.

Reasons by indigo_jackall, 120k, ongoing, rated E

This fic made me want to die in the best possible way. An alternative story for Francesca and Michaela in Scotland that built so well as something different from the books and the show. This was written before season 4 dropped and is still ongoing and their lives are so tangible and some chapters felt like i was putting my heart through a cheese grater for the kick of it. Such an immersive story. It made me think of all the women in history that must've gone through the same thing (and many of them who still are)

Gotta stop for now. Don't forget to give these authors all your kudos and comments etc. !! <3

[darthwwheeler]

✧ Valentine —Sophia Laforteza headcanons ✧

"I've rejected affection for years and years. Now I have it, and damn it It's kind of weird"

synopsis: You're known as the "nonchalant" member of the group. You hate physical touch. You find words of affirmation cringe. But with Sophia, that fact changes. (Insert headcanons for 7th!member!reader who's very close with Sophia's family)

cast: Sophia Laforteza, Katseye, Y/N

cw: fluff, comfort, hcs, Sophia Laforteza x 7th!member!reader.

—credits to @/pixopix for the dividers!

7th!member!yn who rejected Megan's cuddle during their rehearsal break because they were both sweaty. But when she got caught hugging Sophia on the floor, she was forced to cuddle two people because Megan started to sulk.

7th!member!yn who once slept in Sophia's bed because the room she, Daniela, and Manon shared is too loud at 10 pm (Danon was having a fake fight again).

7th!member!yn who got caught hugging Sophia during their Live. "Someone said I thought Y/N hates physical touch lol." Daniela reads. You hummed, unbothered. "I want a hug too!" You just side-eyed Manon and shifted in Sophia's arms, getting more comfortable. Sophia just laughed and stroked your hair.

7th!member!yn who always slipped out of Lara's arms whenever their hug got too long.

7th!member!yn who once asked Yoonchae about Sophia's favorite Filipino dish just to cook it for her on Valentine's Day.

7th!member!yn who always stayed by Sophia's side every chance they got. Interviews? She'd hold Sophia's hand. Dining table? She'd sit next to Sophia.

7th!member!yn who once watched a 10 minute 3-part video compilation of her being clingy towards Sophia while rejecting the others.

7th!member!yn who got close with both of her brothers after hanging out once during their first Philippine stop.

7th!member!yn who said she knows a little Tagalog words during her solo Live. "Oh, Sophia taught me a few things. But I am on Duolingo and taking a few lessons." You watched as the Filipino Eyekons started to emerge in the live chat. "Ooh! I know that goodness gracious meme, haha. Sophia doesn't know about it though. But she does know who.. Vice Ganda is. I've watched the movie and it's really funny. My favorite is Panying."

7th!member!yn who once surprised Sophia in the Philippines in her home. It was their holiday break and y/n used the opportunity to take a vacation in the Philippines. (She ended up staying at Sophia's house because Carla didn't want her to leave)

7th!member!yn who was adored by Sophia's entire family during the whole visit, especially Sophia's younger brother Oreo. "Do you know how to play Arkham Knight?" You nodded. He offered you the second console in an awkward way, pure silence, nothing else. Just a hand and a console. You held back your laughter and he noticed that. "Okay if you don't want to-" "No, wait, I will play. I just find it funny."

7th!member!yn who once got invited to their family hangout in the Philippines' popular theme park—Enchanted Kingdom.

7th!member!yn who splits up with Sophia after seeing that Leon was there with them in the family hangout. She didn't want to be the 'third wheel' and decided to have fun on her own. Basil, who was also alone, spots her and they ended up exploring the theme park together.

7th!member!yn who borrowed Basil's clothes after she got wet in the Rio Grande water ride. "Are you sure I can borrow yours? There's a shop over there." "It's okay, I'm not going to use it anyway." "But your clothes are wet too." "They'll dry."

7th!member!yn who avoided Sophia's eyes the moment they met again in the theme park and Sophia saw y/n wearing a shirt that's definitely not hers. "What happened?" Sophia asked, worried. "She got soaked in Rio Grande earlier." Basil replied. "You could've just bought her a new one." "I don't mind." You stood in between the siblings. Sophia looked a little annoyed. Basil? Dumbfounded and clueless.

7th!member!yn who had to hold back her laugh when a scared Basil whispered to her. "Sophia's been glaring at me all day." "No kidding, she looks like she could burn a hole in my shirt." You replied.

7th!member!yn who slept in Sophia's room that night because Sophia insisted. "The guest room is my room, I have no problem sleeping there." "You should sleep here. I left my huggy teddy in LA and I don't have anyone to hug. So can you please sleep here?" But you slept fine last night.. you wanted to say it. But you just gave up and crawled on her side anyway.

7th!member!yn who woke up and saw their group chat was exploding last night. The reason? Sophia sent a picture of the two of them cuddling together.

7th!member!yn who once 'lost' the souvenir bracelet Basil gave her before she came back to LA. "Has anyone seen my brown bracelet?" No one has a clue. But Sophia looks a little shady. "Sophia have you seen it?" She shakes her head. But when you left, a little disappointed, Lara saw Sophia smile through the corner of her eye.

7th!member!yn who easily avoided Megan and Manon's double hug during one of their training sessions. "Oh come on! Just one hug!" Manon ran after you. "Nope. Nope. You both smell." "No we don't!"

a/n: I like this very much :p! Anyways, guys drop ideas in my inbox on what I should do for the 2nd part of the Megan fic 🙏🏻