no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy,moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious,gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.
Pairing: Lara raj x reader
A/N: Lara being Lara. Reader being down bad.
Warnings: Towel-wrapped danger, teasing, intense staring.
Summary: Your girlfriend’s trending. The edits are lethal. And you? You just got caught watching all of them.
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You’re on the couch, doomscrolling on TikTok while Lara’s in the shower.
Feed’s normal. Recipes you’ll never cook. Someone ranking instant ramen flavors all wrong. A cat fighting a printer.
Then your entire screen becomes… her.
Lara Raj.
A tour clip. Blurry stage lights. Her hair whipping like she’s auditioning for a Pantene ad mid-chorus. She bites her lip right before the note, and the editor slaps a bass drop under it like they’re trying to end your bloodline.
Your brain? Gone. Fried.
You should scroll past. You don’t.
Rabbit hole unlocked.
Another edit. Then another. Then ten.
Lara smirking at the crowd. Lara sticking her tongue out mid-dance break. Lara laughing into the mic like she didn’t just kill an entire stadium.
Her hands. Don’t even start on her hands gripping the mic stand.
You pause. Check the comments. Mistake.
RajRuinMePls: she could cheat on me and I'd say sorry
EyekonDownBad: soaked (wow guys sorry that totally wasn't me idk who wrote that)
DownBadForMeg: im so lebanese omg
Your thumb twitches. Next edit plays. You’re curled up now, pillow under your chest, legs pressed together, spiraling through thirst traps of your own girlfriend.
Then
“Babe. Why are you watching a highlight reel of me looking unserious but hot?”
Your soul leaves your body.
She’s standing there. Towel wrapped. Hair dripping onto her collarbones. Smug smile like she knows exactly what she’s walked in on.
“N-nothing,” you blurt. (Lie.)
She tilts her head like a Katseye teaser shot. “Oh, nothing? Interesting that ‘nothing’ has you kicking your feet like you just saw me duet with Manon again.”
Before you can lunge for your phone, she plucks it right out of your hands. Screen lit. Paused on her lip bite. Damning.
“…Oh my god,” you mumble into the pillow. “Bury me six feet under. Actually, eight.”
Lara laughs, low, evil, before kneeling on the couch beside you, cold water droplets against your arm.
“Y/N,” she says, delighted, “you’re watching thirst edits. Of me. Should I tell the Eyekons? They’d combust.”
“Lara, please...” you groan, muffled.
“What? I’m honored. Imagine the headline: Girlfriend so down bad she studies fancams like exam prep.” She’s already smirking like she’s drafting the post:
‘Sources say she got caught watching Lara Raj FMVs at 3PM on a Tuesday. Tragic.’
You peek at her, mortified. “You’re literally evil.”
“Evil? No, babe, I’m generous. I could recreate those edits for you. Live concert. Premium seating. No Wi-Fi required.”
You want the couch to eat you alive. “I hate you.”
“Wrong again,” she grins, brushing her wet hair off her shoulder. “You love me. So much you’re letting TikTok 14-year-olds set your girlfriend thirst traps to sped-up Rihanna songs. Iconic behavior.”
You groan louder. She just laughs harder.
“Poor baby,” she coos, thumb grazing your cheek. “Worked up over a slideshow when I'm standing right here.”
Then she kisses you. Quick, smug, mic-drop energy.
Pulling back, she tilts her head. Eyes sparkling. “Tell me, Y/N. Want the full experience? I can call Sofia for harmonies. Megan can film. Boom. Instant edit.”
You squeak, horrified. “DO NOT”
But she’s already laughing, looking like she just claimed another heart for her bias-wrecker agenda.
Then she kisses you again. Longer. Deeper. Real. The kind of kiss no fancam can touch.
When she pulls back, you’re breathless, dazed. Phone abandoned on the floor.
The edits? Forgotten.
Because she’s there. Towel wrapped, a smug grin softening into something that feels like a promise. Glowing like she’s the only thing you’ll ever want to look at again. And you wouldn’t fight it. Not now, not ever.
Ariana Grande x Female Reader
Summary : you are almost always there for ari when shes filming any REM video of sorts, always behind behind the camera, but you cave in this time for ari to 'use' you as her model.
Warning : fluff, flirting, not secret but private
The camera was set up perfectly, the soft glow of the ring light casting an ethereal aura around Ariana as she adjusted the R.E.M. beauty products on the sleek glass table. I stood behind the camera, adjusting the focus, but honestly? I was already mesmerized.
She looked up at me through her thick lashes, lips curving into that signature mischievous smile. "Babe, you sure you don’t want to be in front of the camera this time? I need a model."
I groaned playfully. "Ari, I don’t trust you with this power. You’re gonna make me look like a clown."
She gasped, feigning offense. "Excuse you! I am a professional. You’re gonna be stunning whether you like it or not."
I sighed dramatically. "Fine. But only because I know you won’t let this go."
Ariana grinned in victory and pulled me in front of the camera, making me sit on the stool while she stood between my legs. As she picked up a fluffy brush, I instinctively moved my hands to her waist—then quickly remembered we were on camera and awkwardly put them back on my lap. Ari noticed, her lips twitching as she held back a smirk, giving me a look that said I saw that.
She tapped the brush against my cheek, laughing softly. "See? You have such nice skin already, but this just… enhances everything."
I smirked. "Are you sure you’re testing makeup and not just finding an excuse to touch my face?"
She rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. If I wanted to touch your face, I wouldn’t need an excuse."
I chuckled, shaking my head. "You’re impossible."
"And you love it," she shot back, dabbing the concealer under my eyes. She paused for dramatic effect. "Wait… are we about to have a makeup montage moment? Because I feel like we should have some soft, emotional music playing right now."
I laughed. "I’ll edit in some cheesy rom-com soundtrack later."
Ariana gasped, looking at the camera. "You guys heard that, right? If this video doesn’t have Can’t Help Falling in Love playing in the background, we riot."
I shook my head, laughing. "They’re gonna say we’re insufferable."
"And they’d be right," she agreed, tapping my nose with the brush before turning back to the camera with a grin. "And that, my loves, is how you make your partner let you do their makeup."
She held up a highlighter next, the shimmer catching the light beautifully. "Okay, we’re going to glow now. Close your eyes."
I obeyed, and she dusted the highlighter along my cheekbones, giggling softly. "Oh, babe, you’re about to be radiant. The camera won’t even know what to do with you."
I cracked an eye open. "So, is this an attempt to blind me, or do you just like making me sparkly?"
She shrugged. "Both? Honestly, you’re kind of giving fairy vibes right now. Peter Pan who?"
I scoffed. "That’s it, I’m reclaiming my camera."
She yelped and grabbed the highlighter, holding it up like a weapon. "Step back! I’m not done making you pretty!"
We both burst into laughter, and she leaned forward slightly, nudging my knee with hers. "Seriously, though, you’re such a good sport. I know this isn’t your thing, but I love that you let me do this."
I softened, meeting her gaze. "Yeah, well… I love watching you do what you love. Even if it means becoming a glitter bomb."
She beamed and turned back to the camera. "And there you have it, folks! The best girlfriend and best friend in the world. 10 out of 10, would recommend."
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. Maybe I was supposed to be behind the camera, but if this was what being in front of it meant—with Ariana doting on me, teasing me, and looking at me like that?
Summary: Between you and Wanda, love has been kept a secret for too long. It's time for one of you to be brave. | This brief story is based on the Brazilian song "Medo Bobo".
Warnings: mild angst of mutual pining, drunk confessions, very fluff, friends to lovers, some kissing | words: 2.572k
A/N-> Hey, there’s a line here from Anne with an E. Also, I wrote this because I’ve been a Marvel fan for years, and it was only after WandaVision that I actually saw Wanda. I need this angst.
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For the first time since she met you, Wanda was being selfish. Not only that, but she was truly determined to be selfish. And to be honest.
And to be heard.
Yet, seeing you cry change her words or tone to something less of a statement and more of a question. An hypothesis. To picture you both in a world where there was time and courage, instead of fear and missed opportunities.
“What if…” She started that from the kitchen counter where she was sitting. Unlike yours - which also happens to be the reason you're standing at the open fridge - her glass was full.
You hum out of curiosity, wishing for her to continue and hoping she would choose a lighter subject now that you were done pouring your heart out in that old compound kitchen. But Wanda takes a shaky breath, and you nearly miss her hesitation while you're leaning down to grab more wine from the bottom drawer. “What if I tell you that I have feelings for you.”
You chuckle. Naturally and immediately, because it's certainly a joke. To ease your nerves and soon to turn your sad tears into laughing ones. A talent that Wanda always seemed to have.
But you turn to your friend - Is that what she is now? Colleague. Work partner, drinking buddy maybe. The girl next door. The temperamental witch you share training schedules with. The strongest Avenger.
Wanda is looking at you, expectantly. Vulnerable.
You frown.
“What?”
You don't mean to sound so surprised, not really because mainly, you're sure she's joking. You're also drunk, the wine making it a little harder to put the thoughts in order. And Wanda is giving you this kicked puppy eyes and you're not understanding anything.
She swallows hard, but her gaze doesn't flinch.
“What would you say to that?”
You laugh again, dryer than before, somehow hurting your throat a little. The wine bottle stared at you from the counter but you don't feel like drinking anymore.
“Wanda, what are you…” you stop mid-sentence, reaching for your face to rub your eyes. You really shouldn't be drunk for this conversation. But then again, why is this conversation happening in the first place? “Why are you saying this?”
Wanda knows you're drunk, knows you're hurt. So she doesn't mind you're not taking this seriously. She gets up but doesn't move closer.
“Maybe I'm just tired of listening to your whining about your terrible partners.”
You cross your arms, pouting as soon as you mutter “I don't whine”. But Wanda is moving closer now, slowly walking past the counter and towards you.
“Or maybe I just meant it.” She whispers, green eyes nearly hypnotizing. “I am right here. I've always been. Why can't you see me?”
The question is too close to your lips, suddenly it's too real.
This is Wanda fucking Maximoff. The most incredible, world-changing amazing person you know.
Her cheeks grow a little pink and it's her time to giggle.
“I'm flattered.”
You huff, looking away. “Don't read my thoughts.”
She doesn't pull back, gaze searching yours even though you don't look up. “How else would I know what you think if you never tell me?” She challenges, but your head is spinning, and Wanda's perfume is not helping. You step away, putting more distance and a counter between the two of you again, and it works a little.
“I don't understand why you're doing this.” You declare, suddenly serious. You sound hurt and Wanda hesitates immediately once she catches the tears forming in your eyes. “I know it is not fun, having to endure my drunk nights. But you're the only person that stays so I thought…” You take a deep breath, Wanda shakes her head. She's gonna clarify that she didn't mean it that way - she was not complaining about your company at all - but your rambling shuts her out. “I know I'm not an easy friend. I can be self-centered and absent. And I'm so terrible at feelings. But we have known each other for so long, and it took us years to get here. Just to have comfortable silence. I don't have this with anybody. So, I'm sorry if I'm being too much but please, this kind of teasing… I really don't like it. You're… not the type of friend I can have this kind of joke with.”
Some part of her is hurt by that: She recalls how often you would flirt and joke with your other friends, most of them to be honest. Sometimes, even playful touches, that would make Wanda's blood boil.
Hearing this kind of joke is not for her hurts. But Wanda is not sure if it is a bad thing.
“I wasn't joking.” She insists, but you chuckle before stealing her full glass and the wine bottle.
You change your tactic because Wanda changed hers. It has always been this way between the two of you, a never-ending push and pull with a never giving up side.
“So you're obviously drunk. I'll take this.” That is what you say before grabbing the items and moving to the living room.
When the compound is empty and quiet like this, it's almost like a normal residence. The way things are arranged now, one could be fooled into thinking that was a normal living room in an old house instead of a high-tech secretive environment for superheroes.
Wanda takes a deep courage gathering kind of breath once she's alone in the kitchen.
Those feelings have been asleep, pushed back for way too long. Now that she said them, she's simply incapable of numbing it again.
“Why is it that the idea of me liking you sounds so absurd?”
She's not being sweet anymore - just like her feelings, she's demanding. Craving for validation and correspondence.
You chuckle during a gup and there's wine falling down your chin. Wanda let out a shaky breath at seeing the drops across your chest, exposed by the poorly bottom-up shirt, and you chuckle again when you catch her staring.
“Don't give me those eyes.” You sneer, as hurt as before but somehow, angry. The bottle is tightly grabbed in your left hand, but you finish Wanda's glass before speaking again. “This whole thing is ridiculous. You are drunk.”
“I'm not drunk.” She retorts, arms crossed when she stands in front of the couch you're sitting. You smile but it doesn't meet your eyes. “How could I be drunk if you have my glass?”
You grimace, putting the item away on the small table. Your head is hurting and Wanda gives up trying to read your messy thoughts.
“If you're not drunk, you're mourning.”
She raises her eyebrow at your audacity, but then, she catches the near despair in your eyes and takes a deep breath again.
Instead of cursing you, she uncrossed her arms and knelt down on the carpet to have your eyes at the same height as hers.
“I'm not running away from any of my feelings. It's quite the opposite.” She starts softly, hands moving on your things to take the bottle away and find your fingers. “You said yourself. We have known each other for so long. Why is it so hard for you to accept that I love you?”
You let her hold your hands but only for a second. Then, you take your bottle back.
“Of course you love me, Wanda, I'm your only friend.” It's not meant to be hurtful, not the way she thinks so. Yet, there's a form of venom in your words that leaves her speechless. You pull back to rest completely against the couch but Wanda doesn't move an inch. You try to laugh but it's almost a sob. After another long sip, you point at her. “I'm the only one who really understands you. And your silly jokes and your questionable morals. And because of that, you think you have to thank me somehow. That's why you're saying all of this love bullshit. You don't really mean it.”
She takes a peak, deeper this time, at this painful life-changing memory that you have of a first relationship. Hurtful and toxic behavior that traumatized you for life and would never stop coming back whenever you found yourself a good partner.
Wanda doesn't say anything at first. She gets up and decides that maybe you really are too drunk for this conversation.
There's a glass filling itself with water when she offers her hands for you. This time, to help you to your feet.
But you hug the bottle and give her a sad look.
“Just leave me here. I'm not being a good friend right now.”
“You're an amazing friend, sweetheart.” She retorts immediately, a sincere smile on her lips. “You're snarky and clever and loyal. And you're so fun. You're my favorite person. I wish you could believe me when I said it.”
You hide your tears from her, there were too many tonight. Wanda grabs the water floating in her direction and waits for you to look up again to give you the item.
The wine bottle flies away in colorful red sprinklers when you make the exchange.
“Can I take you to bed?” Her question is innocent in every aspect, but you grin and her cheeks warm up.
“One love confession doesn't make me that easy, Maximoff.” You retort playfully and she smiles while this time, you accept the help to get up. The wine glass is forgotten because Wanda's powers do the job of taking everything to the right place in the kitchen, perfectly washed if needed.
The walk to your bedroom is silent, excluding familiar guidance of “watch your step” or “let me help you with the zipper” when Wanda helps you off your work clothes to pajamas.
Those are things you have done together a dozen times now, but not quite like tonight. Wanda never took off your shirt after saying she had feelings for you. She was never in your bed after you didn't believe her words.
There's a tense silence now, while you're lying next to each other.
She tussles around before suggesting “Maybe I shouldn't sleep here tonight.”
You sigh deeply before it's your turn to tussle around and look at her.
“You never sleep away when we are drunk.”
She turns her body in your direction, using her hand as a support for her face.
“Well, I am not drunk. And it's different now, darling. Tonight is different.”
You hide your grimace against your pillow. Wanda smiles.
Her fingers move up, to play with your hair and she takes some pride in how she can catch some of your reactions: the blush, the shudder, or the hard shallow.
“What's in your head?” She risks it very quietly.
You look up just a little from the pillow and almost lose the ability to form a coherent thought with such pretty eyes looking back at you.
“As if you can't tell.”
She smiles at the impolite answer, never moving her fingers away from your hair. It's such a lovely and comfortable gesture that you're struggling not to fall asleep.
“Despite what everyone thinks, I'm not willing to read every mind I come across. It's often overwhelming and also disappointing.”
You smile at her, pulling the comforter up a little, nearly enough to cover your face. Wanda wishes you wouldn't do it, if there's something she likes to do is to look at you.
“You gotta admit there's fun in knowing what everybody thinks. What keeps them up at night, what's stealing their attention, and who they are thinking about. How they feel, what they fear.”
She gets a little closer, to count your freckles. To see your honesty.
“Is that what you want me to do with you? Read your every thought, know your fears, know your feelings?”
You swallow, look down at her lips but then pull back, gazing at the ceiling. Wanda just keeps looking at you.
“I don't understand why you're doing this.”
She's ready to start another argument, maybe even tell you to go to sleep so that you can talk in the morning, but you keep talking and she decides to keep listening.
“We were never like this. I'm a fucking mess and you're a fucking mess too, and I had James, and we both know how shit that went.” You continue with a tearful voice. “Then I had Natasha and fuck me, that was even worse. And you had Vision and Simon, and that is probably a lifetime of bullshit. So I don't….” You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. You end up giving a sad chuckle. “What I think I mean is that we have been around each other from the start. And I never saw you. Not like this. And it sounds fucking ridiculous that I just stand there, next to you for years, wasting my time with everything else instead of looking at you. And seeing how perfect for me you always have been.” There's this crack in your voice and Wanda really wants to kiss you but you don't look at her, not even when your tears start to fall on the sides of your face. “Now I'm so scared. It's like you put on the lights on this thing that was going on in the dark, this precious and special thing we have. And I am terrified that it could end as bad as any other relationship I had, because you're not like any other relationship I had, Wanda. You're… fuck, I can't even-”
She gets closer, enough to touch and to take your face into her hand to make you look at her.
“I wish I knew sooner too. We would have saved us so much time and heartache. But you can only know something when you know it. And I know this now, I'm certainly of it. How much I care for you, how important you are. And I think we have wasted too long being scared.” Her forehead falls to yours. “Maybe it is time we are brave together.”
You kiss her first. Wanda has this memory of your eighteen-year-old versions hiding from Avengers training with cigarettes and shared headphones, making stupid jokes that were ridiculously funny. She recalls the teenage hormonal urgency she used to push down right at this moment, how your breathy sighs cause her head to spin, or how every little sound sends a straight wave of heat towards her body.
But she also tastes the wine and pulls away with the same accelerated breathing and dark eyes as you have.
“You shouldn't have drunk that much.” She whispers against your lips, ignoring your attempt to chase her mouth as she gets up. She knows her willpower wouldn't survive another round. “See you tomorrow, dekta.”
Just like this, she's out of the room.
You pull back at the bed with a huff and a silly smile on your lips. Every bit of skin Wanda touched, especially your lips, tingled. Your chest was as warm as your heart, and you were sure it had nothing to do with alcohol.
You may be just as drunk as you were the countless times your past relationships started and ended. But this time you are sure it will be different, the person means too much to you not to be. You will make sure it is better.
pairing: Lara raj x reader
summary: after finishing a leg of katseye’s tour, the girls have a private get-together. lara sees you drunk for the first time.
a/n: you’re katseye’s 7th member here.
warnings: alcohol mention, drunk antics, teasing
The private room was warm, cozy, and filled with the sound of laughter. The seven of you had rented out a quiet space in the city to celebrate the end of the latest tour leg — no staff, no cameras, just Katseye being Katseye.
Pizza boxes and half-empty bottles of champagne littered the table. Music was playing off Megan’s phone, and Daniela had already declared, “Tonight, we are not idols. We are menaces.”
And then there was you.
Normally, you stuck close to Sophia or Yoonchae, content to watch the chaos unfold. But tonight, champagne had gotten the better of you. Three glasses in, you were center stage, hair flying, arms flailing, fully immersed in what looked like the most emotional solo performance of your life.
“Bro…” Megan stared at you, one eyebrow arched, sipping her drink. “Tell me why Y/N looks like they’re auditioning for a Shakespeare play instead of celebrating.”
Sophia snorted, clapping like she was in the audience. “Oscar-worthy.”
Daniela, sitting cross-legged on the floor, shouted, “GIVE THEM A MIC. TOUR ENCORE.” Manon, already crying with laughter, whipped her phone out. “EYEKONS NEED TO SEE THIS. THIS IS LORE.”
Yoonchae, on the other hand, was rolling on the floor like she’d been personally attacked. “HELP, I CAN’T BREATHE.”
But then your eyes found Lara. Lara Raj, relaxed on the couch, sipping water, watching you with a smile tugging at her lips.
You lit up instantly. “LARAAAAA!” you shouted, pointing dramatically like you’d just spotted her across a stadium. “Dance with me right now or you’re scared!”
The room exploded.
“NOOO WAY,” Manon howled, already zooming in with her camera. “This is straight out of a rom-com,” Megan muttered. Daniela clapped like she’d just seen the opening act. “GO RAJ, YOUR TIME TO SHINE.”
Lara set her glass down, rising to her feet with a sigh that didn’t quite hide her smile. She walked toward you, graceful despite the chaos, and leaned in just enough that her voice curled soft and teasing in your ear. “You’re unbelievable.”
“You liiiiike it,” you slurred, swaying into her space.
Her smile deepened, eyes sparkling. “Maybe I do.”
You gasped, spinning dramatically toward the others. “SHE SAID SHE DOES!”
The entire table flipped. Sophia doubled over laughing. Daniela banged her palm on the floor. Megan groaned, “I’m leaving, this is too much.” Yoonchae screamed into her pizza slice. Manon was already yelling, “OH THIS IS CINEMA.”
Lara chuckled, catching you by the waist before you stumbled. “Okay, superstar. Water time.”
“Only if you promise to marry me,” you said, lips jutting into a pout.
The room erupted into absolute chaos.
“DID THEY JUST PROPOSE?!” Daniela shrieked. Sophia’s voice cut through, calm as ever. “So… do we call her Mrs. Raj now?” “WE’RE GETTING WEDDING LORE,” Manon screamed. Yoonchae collapsed fully onto the floor, kicking her legs.
Lara just shook her head, her charm effortless as she steadied you. “You’re too much.” But her hand never left your waist.
The next morning, regret hit like a tour bus. Your head pounded, your throat was dry, and muffled voices came from the next room.
You cracked one eye open to find Lara sitting at the little table across from the bed, scrolling her phone, a glass of water and painkillers ready.
“Good morning, superstar,” she said, voice soft but laced with amusement.
You groaned, dragging the blanket over your face. “Don’t say it.”
“Don’t say what?” She tilted her head, eyes dancing. “That you declared yourself the seventh wonder of the world? Or that you proposed to me in front of everyone?”
You bolted upright. “I WHAT?!”
From the next room came Manon’s shriek. “SEVENTH WONDER OF THE WOOORLD!”
Sophia chimed in, deadpan. “Congrats on the engagement.” Megan groaned. “Hope the wedding food is better than last night’s pizza.” Daniela shouted. “I’m officiating.” Yoonchae screamed.
You buried your face in your hands. “I’m never showing my face again.”
Lara laughed, gently pulling your hands away. Her thumb brushed your knuckles as she leaned closer, voice low. “It wasn’t bad. You were… adorable. Dangerous, even.”
Your heart flipped. “Dangerous?”
Her smirk softened, turning into something warmer. “Do you know how hard it was not to kiss you last night when you yelled that you loved me loud enough for the entire city to hear?”
Your eyes widened. “I SAID THAT?!”
“Oh, yes,” she said with a grin.
From outside, Daniela shouted, “AND WE ALL HEARD IT.” Manon added, “CLIPPED FOR LORE.”
You groaned again, collapsing onto the bed, but Lara only chuckled, brushing a hand over your hair. “Don’t worry. I liked it. Every single part.”
You look in the mirror, far longer than you should. Nervous is an understatement to describe the feeling building up in your stomach. Your outfit is casual, but you don’t want to seem like you aren’t trying. Then again, would it be too much if it did seem like you were trying?
You shake your head in an attempt to get rid of all of the irrational thoughts and finally grab your belongings to make your way out the door. You make your way down the stairs of your apartment building and spot none other than Lara Raj leaning against her dark gray car.
“Hey!” A warm smile spreads across Lara’s face as you walk towards her. It takes everything in you not to trip on air.
“It’s nice to see you,” You let out an awkward giggle. You both stand in front of each other for a couple of seconds, unsure of what to do. Surprisingly, Lara leans in for a hug. It takes you a moment to process that it’s even happening, but you wrap your arms around the taller girl nonetheless. Lara is the first to pull back, she reaches behind you to open the car door.
When you step in, a wave of nostalgia crashes over you hard. Suddenly, it’s one year ago again, when Lara would pick you up for a late night drive across the city. Long before you were signed to a record label and long before Lara had debuted.
Though the car feels and smells the same as it did a year ago, the new decorations and trinkets do not go unnoticed. A bundle of friendship bracelets, you assume were given to Lara by fans, hang from her rearview mirror. Katseye related stickers cover her dashboard, and she has a small stack of papers and envelopes tucked away into the sun visor above your head.
“Sorry about the mess,” Lara apologizes as she settles into her side of the car, “I’ve been pretty distracted lately,” she lets out a deep breath.
“Don’t worry about it, I’m not exactly the most organized person either,” You replied as you pull on your seatbelt, “I mean, a fake girlfriend is a lot to have on your mind.” Lara giggles at your joke, and you swear your heart skips a beat.
Besides the low humming of the radio and the occasional direction from the GPS, the car ride is mostly filled with awkward silence. It’s not that you both don’t know what to say, it’s that both of you are too nervous to say anything. How couldn’t you be?
When you finally reach the small restaurant, it takes little time to walk in and be seated. A waitress approaches and takes your orders before leaving you both to your own devices.
Lara is the first to break the silence, “So, you got anything big coming up?” She asks before taking a sip of the ice water in front of her.
“Oh, well, I’m hoping I can announce my second single soon,” you answer, “Then release day, promo, and so on,”
“Ah ok!” She nods and stays silent for a couple beats, “Is that one about me too? Your next single I mean,” The smug smile on her face almost drives you insane.
Almost.
You let out an uncomfortable laugh, but you refuse to let her throw you off. “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” Lara’s eyebrows raise at your response.
“I mean really Y/N, I’m flattered,” The playful tone in her voice makes you roll your eyes.
The banter continues until your food arrives. You’re glad the tension has been broken, and you fall into a familiar rhythm of conversation. As you both work on your meals, you spot a woman pointing a camera towards you and Lara. Suddenly, you are thrusted back into reality, and remember the reason why you are having lunch with your ex-girlfriend in the first place.
Lara seems to notice you tense up and scurries to find a way to distract you. “Take a picture of me.”
You look back at her with a raised eyebrow. “What?”
“So you can post your super adorable fake-girlfriend later, duh,” She adjusts her hair and sits up straight.
“Right, duh,” You say sarcastically, you pull your phone out of your pocket and snap a quick picture of Lara holding her drink up. You smile at the result sitting in your gallery, “cute,”
“Shut up,” she lets out a scoff. However, you do notice the tint that spreads across her cheeks. “Anyways, I’m full, what about you?”
“Mhm, me too,” you agree. You both walk up to the front to pay the bill and begin to make your way out of the restaurant.
As you step outside, you feel Lara’s arm wrap around your shoulders. “Is this okay?” She asks, making sure you're comfortable.
You remember that there are probably some weird paparazzi people watching from a distance and nod as you wrap your arm around Lara’s waist. Lara smiles gently and continues walking you both towards her car.
“The whole ‘random people taking photos of you’ thing is weird, trust me I know, but if something that you dislike ever gets out, I won’t hesitate to cuss someone out publicly on social media for you ok?” Lara deadpans.
She’s not joking, you think, her tone was confusing. Despite that, you let out a laugh that sounds like a car engine turning on and Lara is quick to follow.
A/N pretty please ignore the inconsistency with the photos, my Pinterest can only do so much 😞. Anywayss tysm for all the support as always i love writing this smau so much. pls point out any mistakes its appreciated!
You set up your phone on the night stand that sits next to your bed. The numbers in the corner of the screen flashing 10:34 P.M.. You open your camera app and adjust your hair to make sure you don’t look like a complete lunatic. Any makeup you had applied in the early morning was completely gone, as Lara had blindsided you with the request to call. Whatever, it’s not like Lara hadn’t seen you in more vulnerable states.
Finally, you open Lara’s contact and tap on the video call button. Lara lets it ring once before she picks up. Her room is dim and she also seems to be sitting crisscrossed in bed. She giggles the second she sees your face on her screen.
“Hey you,” Her voice a higher pitch than normal.
“Hi, what’s up?” Your body relaxes at the sound of the other girl’s voice.
“Oh, nothing, I got back from Lolla rehearsals a couple hours ago but I’m so bored now!” A pout forms on the Indian girl’s face. “Also, I wanted to check in on you. Twitter has been going crazy.”
A smile creeps onto your face, “Oh, you mean your crazy fans fighting each other over whether we’re dating or not? Nope, totally doesn’t faze me,” you say in a sarcastic tone.
Lara gasps dramatically and puts her hand over her chest, “My fans are not crazy! Take that back!”
“Please, I saw someone caption a photo of us with lyrics from ‘Sorry’ by Beyoncé,” You both break out into laughter.
After your giggle fit dies down Lara’s voice turns gentle, “But seriously, Y/N, it isn’t too much for you is it? I understand if it makes you uncomfortable.” Her eyes go wide with attentiveness, she reminds you of a baby deer.
You shake your head to reassure her, “I mean, it’s weird having all this attention on me all of a sudden of course, but my single is doing way better than any of my music has in the past, which means this is working just like we wanted it too. I’m a big girl, Lara, I think I can handle a couple of eyekons saying they’ll hunt me down because I held hands with you.”
A smile spreads across Lara’s face, not because of your one off joke, but because It puts her at ease to know that you're comfortable.
“Ok, good. Anyways, Tell me about your day today, because after, I have some tea to spill about rehearsals today.”
A/N i am so sorry for uploading this at 1 am. I was simply too excited… anyways tysm for all the replies and reblogs they make me giggle mwah
