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Traitorous & Deceitful; Daniela Avanzini (Katseye)

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Summary: Your strength had always been subdued, you made sure of it. The facade of your soft touch slips is when you finally fall asleep against your girlfriend for the first time.

"If you love me, let me go!" - Panic! At the Disco

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Genre: Soft, Humor, Fluff, 7th Member!Reader

Warnings: None

Katseye M.L | Main M.L

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The thing Daniela loved best about you was the gentleness of your hands.

Your hugs were soft, your arms wrapping around her waist or around her neck in a way that made her feel like she was art being carefully handled by a restorationist. The press of your fingertips into the back of her hand when your hands are intertwined was always unforgettable, leaving an unseen mark but never a reddened imprint. Your palms were always that perfect kind of warm that she loved to have pressed against her skin as a grounding method.

Daniela loves being yours, loves how your arm draped carefully over her shoulders would lull her to sleep in the tour buses and still be there by the time she woke up. Your touch had always reminded her of canopies providing shade from harsh rainfalls, and it seems even the fans had noticed.

It's a thing now that Sophia is known as the defacto strong one. The one who could sling Manon across her back like an empty backpack, the one who could carry Megan without breaking a sweat as if she was a bunch of grapes- The typical leader expectation of being able to carry everybody's word at her back.

You're the one the fandom calls soft. The one who always ends up in the middle of a group hug because everyone claims that you run perfectly warm, the one that everybody jokingly says they love the most because whenever one of them speaks- You pay undivided attention with something deep and patient in your eyes, like you would listen until the world explodes.

Another thing that everyone noticed is how you're always the one to sit things out when the others get down with rough housing. You cheer on the winning party, encourage the losing one, walking over to ensure that they're both fine after it's done- But you never join in, always shaking your head and finding a way to slip out of the chaos once it begins.

Safe to say that it felt like everybody's world got flipped on its head when you fall asleep and unconsciously let go of the restraint they never knew you exercised daily.

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You flop onto your girlfriend's lap with a groan, coaxing a startled laugh out of the Dancer. Half dead and half zoned out, you bring your arms around her waist and squeeze gently. A sign she has since come to recognise as you craving and wanting affection.

"Hello, mi querida. Tired, huh?"

The gentle tone of her voice does nothing to keep you awake, especially not when one of her hands come up to gently scratch her acrylics against your scalp and the other comes up to rub its palm against your back in a soothing motion.

"You have no idea."

You mumble into her shoulder, snuggling even closer despite your position already ensuring as little space between you as possible, as if you wanted to crawl under her skin. Daniela humors you, tightening her hold on you as she presses a bombardment of kisses against your hair.

"You can nap, amor. I'm not going anywhere."

You think you responded. You assume you did, but in truth all you managed was a nod of your head before you're immediately off to dreamland with no further ado.

Daniela chuckles fondly, letting herself continue with the small motions of her hands for a few minutes before slowly stopping after a while. Content to sit beneath you and act as your bolster pillow, she digs through her bag with one hand- Successfully fishing out a book and getting started on reading.

Megan passes by with a small satisfied smile on her face, one that grows as she notices you sleeping on your girlfriend. She eyes you for a moment before looking at the girl currently pinned under you.

"Out like a light?"

Daniela nods, mirroring the Chinese girl's smile as she looks up from her book.

"Like the power line snapped."

The joke draws a muffled laugh out of Megan, who walks away while shaking her head in fondness, promising Daniela in a whisper that she'd tell the others to try and keep the noise down for you.

Your girlfriend nods in thanks before going back to reading her book. Noting that somehow, Megan had succeeded in ensuring that the rest of the girls behaved for you, if the lack of bantering sounds in the air is anything to go by.

An hour passes by the time that Sophia comes over to kneel by your sides.

"Hey guys, van's down at the entrace. Let's go home."

With a nod, Daniela gently shoves the book back into her bag before stretching her legs out and moving to wake you.

"Amor? Van's here. You gotta get up, c'mon."

All she gets in response is a soft groan of refusal, the gentle shaking she tries to employ on you being completely useless as you continue to sleep like a petrified log. Sophia smiles at the sweet display, only tilting her head as a wordless way of telling Daniela to hurry up before making her way back to her own bag to pack up.

"Alright, mi bebe somnoliento. Let's get you up."

She moves to gently pry you off of her, only for your arms to tighten around her frame with surprising strength that makes her feel like she's being squeezed by a giant snake rather than being smushed by what she knows is supposed to be her soft, gentle girlfriend.

Daniela gives it two more shots, trying to adjust her now-pinned arms only to find that she's unable to even freely wiggle by an inch. On the third unsuccessful attempt, she accepts defeat. Calling for the other member with the strongest arms in the group.

"Hey, Soph? A little help? Please?"

When the Filipina looks over her shoulder to find the dancer absolutely helpless, she lets out a laugh. Shaking her head but not wasting any more time in walking over and crouching by her member's side once again.

"Alright, Dani. let's set you free!"

Sophia places her hands on your shoulders, tugging gently but firmly in an attempt to get you to let go of your girlfriend.

She tugs once. You don't even budge.

She tugs twice. Firmer this time, but you don't even flinch.

Daniela keeps her eyes trained on the Leader, unable to feel the three unsuccessful attempts that have already been made.

"Well? Get on with it."

Brown eyes finds hers, wearing an incredulous expression. Sophia stutters, renders the Latina speechless after whispering that she had already tried to get on with it. Three times, each firmer than the last. Exasperated and desperate to be set free, Daniela tells her to try again, and Sophia concedes to the command.

"Alright, what if I-"

You must've felt the way that Sophia gently slid her hands across your tightly wound arms, because your hold tightens even more. Now trapping the poor leader as well as further squeezing your girlfriend- Who lets out a breathless yelp at the action.

"Touch me n' I'll put you in the dirt."

Sophia's hands freezes in its tracks. Daniela’s already shaking her head with eyes widened in a pleading manner before the Leader's apologetic gaze even meet hers.

"Soph, no. No, don't you dare-"

She does it anyway. The Filipina's hands slowly retract, returning to their place by her sides inch by inch in a careful manner- Leaving Daniela to suffer her own fate.

"Sorry.. I really am! But I'm not sure I can take her in a tussle!"

The raven-haired girl is running back to the rest of their members before Daniela's able to get another word out. Sophia must've told them what's going on with you and your girlfriend as soon as she makes it back, because suddenly five pairs of eyes are staring at her with disbelief palpable on all their faces.

"Hey there, Megs..."

Sophia gives the all-rounder a solid pat on her shoulder before proceeding to leave with a two-fingered salute as if to say 'Good luck, soldier.'

Not a moment after meeting her gaze from across the room: The traitor chuckles with a nervous smile before holding up her hands and uttering out an excuse about needing to take a call. She bolts out of the door with her phone still in Lara's hand.

"Lara? You wouldn't leave a fellow woman to suffer, would you?"

She smiles, sweet and saccharine and Daniela's spine almost sags in relief. Except the words out of the Tamil woman's mouth was absolutely not what she was expecting to hear.

"Yes I would, actually. See ya at home!"

Manon's eyes widen in horror as she stares at your tightly wound arms around the Latina. When she looks up to meet Daniela's pleading gaze, the Visual only raises her hands up in surrender before speedwalking out of the practice room, quickly trailing after Lara who had all but turned into a comic speedster when Daniela started asking for help.

"Girl, ain't none of us willing to get fucked up- Least of all me. You're on your own now, bye!"

With Manon, Sophia, Lara, and Megan out of the room- Daniela looks to her last resort in desperation.

"Ummm.... Let's see."

Yoonchae stutters before slowly making her way over to Daniela's side. For a moment, relief floods her body over the assumption that at least one of her groupmate isn't a coward. But then the Maknae reaches for Daniela's bag instead of your body, riffling through the contents before a small victorious 'Aha!' leaves her lips.

The Korean pulls out Daniela's car keys, setting them by the side of the trapped woman's hand before standing up and slinging her backpack over a shoulder.

"You don't need the van to get home."

Yoonchae gives her a pat to the top of her curly head before walking out of the practice room at a leisurely pace. Gently closing the door shut behind her without even looking back once.

Daniela stares at the empty space of the rehearsal room with disbelief. Trying to wrap her head around the fact that she just got abandoned by people she thought she could trust, after being deceived by her own girlfriend no less.

This time, when Daniela looks back at your peacefully sleeping face, she's no longer smiling. Instead her eyes narrow down to vengeful slits before she lets out a declaration of war against your oblivious form.

"Y/N. You're dead when you wake up."

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Previous

The revelation of being a ghost was like getting hit by a truck. As you began to fall apart from it, the emperor whisked you off to a private room for you to do so in peace, away from those you realized could actually see you but refused to do anything to help. To his surprise, you can throw and manipulate things in your emotional state.

He watches you with quiet sympathy as you speed run the seven stages of grief with no concept of how much time has passed nor the realization that the emperor has left and returned several times throughout your existential crisis. In reality, a week has passed.

Once you finally accept what has happened, you slump to the floor, face down with no will left to figure out what to do next.

"Are you done?" Belos' soft voice calls out from the door. You only muster a groan. "Hm. Well, I would greatly appreciate it if you wrap up your wallowing and come with me."

"What's the point...?"

"I have something for you."

You lift your head and stare at him with a defeated expression. This time he was dressed down more with only his mask on and long greyish-blond hair framing it. He didn't seem as big as he was when you first met him and you can see a black ensemble under his white robes when he moves. With a heavy sigh, you lift yourself off the floor, completely forgetting you didn't have a physical form, and begin floating in his direction instead.

"Fine. Make it quick. I'm not done mourning."

Belos leads you down another corridor and clears his throat.

"While my guards are out searching for your body- that is, if it is somewhere on the Boiling Isles, I have created a stand-in solution to help you better ground yourself for the time being," he explains. To be honest, you were only half listening as he led you to a deeper part of the castle and opened a large wooden door. Despite not having a body, everything hurt just from the emotional build-up. You didn't know a ghost could actually feel things like that. Maybe you were a poltergeist instead? "I have conversed with- er... the Titan and have come up with something better than leaving you in this state."

You glance about the dark room with disinterest as the witch strides across the floor, waving a hand. Several sconces burst into flame, flooding the room with light and a table with a white cloth over it catches your attention. Under it looks to be a humanoid form.

"What... is that?"

"Your new form."

You can hear a smile in the Emperor's voice as he grips the edge of the cloth and pulls it back to reveal a life-size wooden ball-joint doll in black clothing not unlike what you've seen the guards wear. Its eyes were half-lidded, the same color as yours, as well as its hair. The longer you look at it, the more you realize it looked exactly like-

"I've been known to tinker so I whittled it myself while you were having your crisis..." Belos beams as you feel yourself lower onto your feet. "I did have to make some guesses but I tried to make it as accurate as I could to your current form. It should be fully functional since you're able to move tangible objects."

"You mean... like, possess it?" you turn your eyes to him.

"At least until your body is found. I am just as new to this predicament as you are," he shrugs, walking around the table, his attention on the life-size doll of you. "The worst that can happen is you're unable to use it, so there really isn't a reason not to try it."

You circle the opposite end, looking it over in awe while noticing several markings across its "skin" extending under the clothing.

"... What are those?"

"Hm?" Belos raises his head in your direction. "Oh, those are glyphs, nothing more. Along with the properties of the Palistrom wood, they'll also lend you aid while using this form, giving you access to magic that will allow you to protect yourself when needed."

"... It'll let me do magic?" you stare at him then down at the body.

"Of course. There may be situations that call for that and I couldn't leave you helpless. That would make the point of making this for you obsolete," he chuckles softly. "You will try it... won't you?"

"I... don't know how to do that though?" you murmur sheepishly.

"Try touching it and see what happens," Belos lifts the doll's hand and offers it to you. Biting your lip, you do as you are asked as you saw no reason not to try it. As your fingers collide with the doll's, you suddenly hear a child laughing and your entire body feels like it is being violently pulled forward.

Belos drops the hand and pulls away, watching as your apparition disappears and the doll begins to convulse.

"This better work," he growls, side-eying the wall.

"Oh! It will! Trust me! That soul trap glyph combo of yours mixed with the magic I taught you should do the trick! Plus that huge purified Gladorstone in their chest will be a boost!" the shadow of a child grins back at him. "You two will have matching glyphs on your skin!"

"This isn't the time to be joking around. Their materials are expensive and irreplaceable."

"Yeah, yeah, so you've been saying. But "they were human, blah, blah, blah," so clearly you think it's worth it. You've been harping about that for the past week. Besides, you were only going to waste those materials on Grimwalkers you were already planning to kill," the shadow crosses his arms but then perks up. "Hey! You'll have your very own doll to play with! That'll be fun! They'll have to do everything you say, too! They'll be better than a Grimwalker! We can play games with them!"

Belos' glare worsens as your voice suddenly cries out, the eyelids of the doll opening wide simultaneously. This causes him to lean over the table and turn your head to him.

"I-I can't move!" you cry out, the jaw barely moving. Everything felt so heavy and stiff. You suddenly felt trapped, unable to do anything you were able to do moments before. "I-I can't-!"

"Shhhh, I have you. You're safe. Don't panic, I figured something like this would happen, hence the loose ball joints," he coos, lifting the doll's arm to show you how easy it was to move it. "You will have to train yourself to use your new body. Start slow, dear. Concentrate and try moving your fingers."

"O-Okay..." you breathe and close your eyes, earning you praise from Belos as the lids follow suit.

"That's it. You're already moving smaller parts... You'll be up moving around in no time..." he whispers comfortingly as you feel a hand run through your- the doll's hair. "I'll see that you do."

[rosie-chaeyoung]

☽ 𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗲 [ 𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘁 ] ☽

title ; 3am - red velvet - irene

summary ; It’s late at night and the world was asleep. Well, except for Irene. When she wakes you up in the middle of the night for her personal needs things quickly take a turn.

word count ; 2288

pairing(s) / group ; irene of red velvet

warning(s) ; 18+, mommy kink, use of handcuffs, oral sex ( giving ), fingering, dom!reader, sub!irene

genre ; smut

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Quiet crickets sang a song of slumber as the sun had set in for a soft slumber. It was a peaceful night to say the least. Y/n and her girlfriend, Irene, both lay in bed asleep. The world outside snored quietly as the couple slept peacefully. A cool breeze blew every now and then making Joohyun move closer to her taller girlfriend. The clock ticked by slowly, each minute taking it's time to show. Irene's eyes peeked opened, her long eyelashes batted as she turned looking to her lover.

She was still asleep, but she was gorgeous. Her (h/c) hair fell on her pillow and her breathing was steady. She looked so peaceful. The brunette on the other hand was now in distress. She was now wide awake. Tossing and turning on her back, she was having trouble going back to sleep. The last few memories she had weren’t helping. Small flashes of the wet dream went through her mind, they were much too vivid to let go. “Ah. Wait, go f-faster Y/n" Her breath hitched, this was becoming too much to bare alone.

It felt all too surreal. “Moan my name baby" She turned on her side, slightly gripping the bedsheets underneath her frail form. She had to stop thinking about this. "Y-Y/n.. please.." Irene could feel her face turning a dark shade of red, she was becoming hotter and hotter by the second. "Louder baby" With a breathy sigh she realized she couldn't take it any longer. Either she was going to get out of bed or do something rash. “Ah~! I'm about to cum, Y/n~!" She easily decided the ladder. Irene pushed herself up from the soft mattress, putting both her hands on her lover.

She shook her side to side whispering a soft, "Wake up" each time. This continued for about two more minutes before the (e/c) eyed girl started to grow conscious. She opened her eyes, sitting up to look at her lover. "What? I'm up.." Y/n rubbed her eyes and stretched. She had no clue what time it was, but it was way too late for this. "I, um need your help with something." the idol trailed on. Y/n looked at the clock, '03:24' it read. "What's so important for you to wake me up this late? Are you alright?"

Y/n, now fully awake, gave all of her attention to the brown haired female. She figured it must’ve been important if she got waken up for it. Hopefully nothing along the lines of being hurt. “I'm horny.." Joohyun mumbled. Was she ashamed? Slightly, but it was either tell her or deal with this for the rest of the night alone. Y/n groaned rolling her eyes. "Baby, you woke me up at three in the morning to tell me you're horny?" She sighed out. It was unnecessary, she could’ve easily waited a couple more hours.

Or, she could have fixed the issue herself. Anything would have been better than being woken up this late. Irene furrowed her eyebrows and gently pushed her lover to lay on her back. She climbed over from her part of the bed to Y/n's. Straddling her girlfriend’s waist, she sat on top with an annoyed look on her delicate features. Y/n, in return, put her hands on Joohyun’s small waist looking up at the pouting girl.

"What's wrong now?" She asked aloud. Irene ran her hands across the h/c haired girls toned body, she trailed her finger lightly up and down. "I'm being serious about this... And you won't help me! I’ve helped you whenever you need it!" Her pout seemed to sink in deeper at her statement. Y/n exhaled, this was somewhat her fault. The only time her girlfriend became whiny like was when she was needy. Usually every time she became needy she would take care of her. She was just so tired right now though. So reluctantly, she agreed. "Fine fine. Damn, you're lucky I love you.."

The dominant female changed around their positions so she was on top and Irene lay on her back. "But since you did wake me up, we’ll play by my rules. So tell me just how badly you need me.” She laid her hands on Irene's thighs, pushing her legs more and more apart. She slid her knee in between her lovers aching legs, and let out a stiff laugh when Irene bucked her hips forward. "Seriously Y/n, hurry up! This isn’t fair so stop teasing me!" Irene glared up at the dominant female who still hovered her.

Although Y/n smiled, her eyes quickly darkened once she heard the sentence slip from her lover. Reaching up she pulled her wrists together holding them in one place. Her tone started off condescending as she spoke, and slowly let it trail for a better effect. “Listen babe. You woke me up for this. I could be asleep. But you're horny, so tone it down. Okay?" Irene listened and shrunk back into the bed letting her pout return. "Yes..." She lowered her head leaving only a few inches between the two. "Yes what?" She urged on. Irene's cheeks grew hot again but responded. "Yes mommy."

Now pleased, she leaned down capturing the elder females lips in her own. Irene moaned into the soft kiss letting Y/n slide her tongue deep into her mouth. Turning her head to deepen their struggle for dominance, the pale skinned female happily gave in midway. Y/n leaned over to the side of her bed feeling around for a certain object, their lips still connected. Finding what she wanted, she sat up showing her toy to the submissive girl. This was personally one of her favorites. “What? No! You know I hate being handcuffed!"

Irene told her while looking at the silver play thing. "Exactly. That’s the point of this babe." Y/n leaned downward locking the handcuffs to Irene's wrists. She squirmed already hating the new feeling. Irene never did like these restraints, because when she's in them she can never touch her girlfriend. Leaving scratches on her back was a huge turn on for Irene, so to not be able to do that upset her greatly. She hated this. Y/n chuckled looking at Irene's vulnerable state.

"Don’t make that face. You and I both know this is what happens when you get all bratty." But this seemed like too much talking for her liking. Y/n once more leaned down and let her hands find themselves underneath Joohyun’s shirt. She tugged at it, before pulling it off leaving her in a black lace bra and panties. Fortunately enough, Irene never sleeps in pants. "It seems like you came prepared." She teased. The brunette shook her head disagreeing.

"It just sort of happened..." Y/n shrugged her shoulders while going to unclip and take off the lace bra. She didn't waste any time enveloping her significant other. Putting Irene's sensitive bud in her mouth and twirling the other in her hand, Y/n watched Irene let out soft moans. This was her joy of being in control, the trill that ran through her. The only thing she wanted to her was her name being moaned over and over, and as of now she was getting that. "Y/n, ah, please." She panted out.

Y/n loved the feeling of teasing the brown eyed female, this was pure torture. Trailing light and soft butterfly kisses down her toned body Irene was having trouble with the silver restraints on her wrists. Hating the feeling of being tied down she tugged at the cold cuffs, hoping they would come loose. But they didn't budge. Y/n finally tugged the hem of Irene's matching panties, already feeling how soaked they were.

She smirked, her lover always made teasing easy. She always so sensitive to her touch, just the slightest of moves and she could have her older lover turn into a hot moaning mess. The best example of this would be now. "Aww, did you really need my attention that badly?" Y/n began pulling the black lace material off Irene's slender legs. In return, Irene tugged her legs away. "Wait."

Y/n looked up to Irene's dark and lust filled eyes, she was so stunning. She made a humming like noise telling her to continue. She would never do anything without permission, so if she needed to wait then she would do that. "This isn't fair. You have to take off your clothes too. I can’t be the only one naked here." So that’s what she wanted ? She laughed at her submissive's order. She knew it wasn't fair, but she also knew that teasing was still fun.

So she did take her clothes off, just not as quickly as Irene wanted. She put her hand on her shirt hem pulling it off slowly, doing the same with her shorts. "Y/n! Please, I really need you right now!" Irene had been holding back her pleas, but this was her breaking point. She wasn’t even sure how she held onto them this long truly. Her lower regions were throbbing with anticipation and her body was so hot she could’ve swore she would set the bed on fire.

Her breathing was off, and she couldn't hold in anymore of her waiting. She wasn’t the only one having fun though. As mentioned, this is what really turned on Y/n. Being in charge wasn’t always easy, especially with someone with an attitude like Joohyun’s. Yet, times like this really proved she was where she belonged. "As you wish princess." In one big motion she took off the last bit of clothing clinging to her body. Irene, now feeling self conscious of her own body, closed her legs.

Y/n noticed this and almost immediately spread the brunettes legs. With one hand on her hip and the other on her thigh Y/n didn't waste much time going to work. All it took was a few small licks, a bit of sucking, and she was already a throbbing, moaning mess. Joohyun arched her back multiple times letting Y/n stick her tongue fully into her. Her moans were becoming louder by the second as she began tugging harshly at the handcuffs.

She hated not being able to touch her, it was one of the things that just drove her crazy. "Y/n, o-off. Take these off m-" Her 'sentence' cut itself short as another loud moan followed her words. Her climax was coming fast and it was coming hard at that. No, not yet she couldn’t let it happen yet. She wanted these off of her first, she hadn’t to get them off. She pulled harder at the restraints, at this point she was just trying to run away from the pleasure. It was becoming too overwhelming for her.

Y/n made room with her tongue by adding in two fingers. And once she was adjusted, a third to maximize her pleasure as much as possible. Irene's legs began to shake and she began to squirm in her place. "Ah! Y/n! J-Just move your hand, f-faster!" She wanted to ride out her climax and this was her way of doing it. Just to tease her a little more, Y/n slowed her pace slightly. “What’s the magic word?” Joohyun began to push herself toward her lovers hand as she was able to stutter out the word.

“P-Please..” The one little word was all Y/n needed to continue. She went back to her same actions but this time sped things up significantly. Using her thumb Y/n circled around the elder females most sensitive part making her throw her head back, and soon enough let the knot in her stomach break. Breathing heavily she laid her back on the cool bed. It was the only thing in the room that didn't seem hot.

Y/n didn’t consider herself an impatient person, but at the moment she could definitely see why she may be label that way. She pulled Irene's legs apart again and began to ease her into another climax. Irene was sensitive though, so any sort of stimulation down there would be torture. "S-Stop it..." She whined out weakly. There was little fight put up before her legs began to tremble from pleasure once more. The h/c-ette began all over again to give her girlfriend the satisfaction she deserved.

She started to squirm again and now bite down on her lip. "Fuck!" She let her swear slip from her mouth. Once more she arched her back off the bed letting her moans fall out simultaneously. The knot formed over, and soon broke again. Small sighs of pleasure floated from her as she gripped the sheeting beneath her. She had hit her climax for the second time. Joohyun yelled out in pleasure, moaning the (e/c) eyed girl's name.

She let out one last shaky moan until she let herself cum. She sighed in relief, the pleasure was over. "Good girl, you did so well." Y/n moved the wet, frizzled hair from her pale girlfriend's face. She was a panting, sticky, sweaty mess. And that's how she liked it. She reached up unlocking Irene's handcuffs and throwing them to a random corner of the room. Irene quickly clung to Y/n pulling her back down on the bed with herself. After a moment of breathing in her sweet scent, she flipped their positions.

She now straddled Y/n who laid under her satisfied with the past events. Irene showed off her pearly white smile looking into her lovers eyes.

"Round two?" ~

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[mashup-writing]

Dancing to our Beat; Daniela Avanzini (Katseye)

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Summary: Daniela hates how you seem unshaken despite the toll that Dream Academy has taken on everyone else, hates that you still dance with life in your bones instead of the exhaustion that's mirrored in everybody else's.

The hate was meant to last, meant to be seen through to the end. But one chance encounter in an empty practice room at night changes everything Daniela felt towards you bit by bit.

"Let's show them we are better" - The Chainsmokers

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Genre: One sided rivalry, soft, Pre-relationship

Warnings: Daniela's a bit mean towards R

Katseye M.L | Main M.L

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The first time she really looks at you after running through an extensive dance routine, she hates it- Hates you.

To Daniela: Dance is pride, it's to showcase how she breaks every mold. She uses it like a lifeline connecting her to her bloodline's heritage.

You dance like water, like the waves of a turquoise ocean. It is peace, it is to ebb and flow. It's more than an extention of your body, it is more than just a story- It is your soul.

Daniela sees you breathing just as hard as the rest of them after every practice, sees the sheen of sweat drenching your skin and the fabric of your shirt, hears the gasping breaths you take as your lungs beg for rest that outlasts the meagre scrap of two minutes the trainers give everyone.

But where you differ is that every single time that everyone else has a lump in their throat begging to escape, accompanied by tears in the corners of their eyes as the pressure on their shoulders threatens to snap their spine. A corner of your lips is tilted upwards even as you gasp for air with your palms on your knees-

You look alive. Despite the hardships, you look at ease.

The expression of peace and satisfaction she sees in your eyes makes Daniela wants to punch you so hard that the joy leaves your bones. She almost foams at the mouth as she itches for a sliver of a chance to drag you down to everyone else's level, even if it would be for just a moment; She would cherish that moment like a priceless heirloom.

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Daniela sits in the quiet of the practice room. Savoring the quiet and the stillness of the place that's usually so laden with an air of competition so thick it feels claustrophobic.

Time passes differently when she's alone in this place at night, makes her feel like she can enjoy the quiet for an eternity and all the problems and burdens on her shoulders are non-existent.

The place she hates by day, becomes her favourite place by night.

The practice room has always been hers, always been where she shined best in daylight hours and where she's able to just breathe at dark. The silence is a blanket that sits on her shoulders in a comfortable manner.

But tonight, she door clicks open to her surprise and you walk in with a small bag slung over your shoulders while humming a tune under your breath that Daniela cannot hear.

You turn the lights on to their mellow yellow setting instead of the glaring bright white they're usually set to during official hours of training, and your eyes find her sat form on the far side of the wall before she could move a muscle.

You wave with an easy motion before making your way over to her, but unbeknownst to you- All Daniela sees in the dim atmosphere is a suffocating red before you even come to a stop before her.

"Wanna dance with me?"

You reach a hand out to her in an offer, tilting your head in question while your spirits remain hopeful- Maybe this time, stealing whatever peace you can find wouldn't have to feel so lonely.

The smile on your face is easy and friendly. But it's easy to fake smiles and even if Daniela can't find any maliciousness in your eyes, she can't stop herself from throwing punches towards the person who got on her nerves without ever meaning to.

She strikes before she can convince herself it's unfair, unwise, and unwarranted.

"Is dancing all you can think to ever do?"

She spits the words out with disdain in her voice, the punch lands square and it turns your smile to a frown and the hopeful look in your eyes to no more than a ghost of a memory.

Your hand drops to your side, shoulders slumping as you slowly seat yourself down on the hardwood floors infront of her. You tilt your head up to the ceiling, and Daniela can't help but care whatever reason for but she's glad you don't have to see the shame that colors her face.

The silence mingles with the sound of your fingers tapping against the floor in a rhythmic motion, the atmosphere feels heavy with awkward tension and Daniela can't force herself to break it. What is a good conversation opener when she just met your kindness with hostility?

To use dance against you like it was a waste of time is a disgrace considering she loves it just as much, considering that it's what connects her to her family and culture the most-

"I used to stargaze back home, didn't matter how tired I was. I had the freedom to do it as I pleased and sometimes I'd fall asleep in the backyard because of how exhausted I was. But I'd stargaze every night if I could.

As confused as she is, the Latina is much more thankful that you broke the silence for the both of you instead of having to force herself to do it. You sit cross-legged now, hanging you head down low and bringing your gaze from the ceiling down to your fidgeting hands in your lap.

Daniela is grateful for the grace of not having to look you straight into your eyes.

"Now I can't stargaze. We're not allowed out of the building past six-thirty in the evening, and we're never allowed on the roof. Dancing's all I have but they're trying to break it into something that's just a tool for entertainment."

There's a lump in your throat now, and you take a moment to try swallowing it down. It's a fruitless attempt and you're forced to speak through it despite the shakiness of your voice, thanks to your unwillingness to be defeated.

"Dancing's all I have that feels like peace. I'm not letting them take it from me."

The words are delivered with a shaking voice underlined with pain and fatigue. For the first time, Daniela sees you as imperfect and sad. She sees you struggling to speak and hears the exhaustion in your voice. For the first time, Daniela looks at you and finds herself absent of anger and jealousy and hate.

"I don't know what I did, but it's clear I got on your nerves somehow and I'm sorry for that. I'll head back to my room and try to get some shut-eye."

You look pathetic, broken, beaten, and let-down. The exhaustion in your bones seeps out through your pores and it stains every miniscule move you make to push yourself off the floor. Then for the first time tonight, Daniela finds her words lacking venom as she reaches out a hand to cling to your sleeve as you're in the middle of getting up to leave her be.

You still. Your presence as sturdy as metals lying beneath the earth's surface, Daniela's eyes meet yours and there's an apology in them that comes out of her mouth as a peace offering that makes you smile.

"I'd like to dance, if the offer's still up…"

There's a part of her that still hates how you seem to take everything in so easily. Old habits resurface when you pull her up to her feet with both hands so soft and sure that your touch feels like an anchor to sanity in this dreadful place.

But most of Daniela feels apologetic, and for a second she wonders if trying to be civil would help heal the wound on your soul she didn't know was bleeding up until now.

She stands on weak knees and unsure footing. Her palms are clammy but you hold onto her hands like none of it matters and the Latina suddenly finds herself feeling like a deer in headlights- Primed to bolt.

"Wait, there's no music-"

You shrug your shoulders, the mannerism is lighthearted and easy. Paired with a smile on your face, you move to place one of Daniela's hands on your shoulder while keeping hold of the other.

"We've got our own beat."

Following your lead felt more natural than she's comfortable admitting. The soft counts leaving your lips give her all the instructions that she needs to adjust to this silent impromptu waltz.

Your steps fall into each other with a synchronicity Daniela wants to label as dumb luck, but somewhere along the innumerable steps you've taken together- She ends up leaning her head against your shoulder and finds nothing of shock or awkwardness in your skin even as she stays there.

Time still passes like it does when she's alone, and against all odds it feels like she's okay with spending tonight's eternity with you. Her mouth runs again before she could even think to ask herself if her question was appropriate considering her past behaviour.

"Do you think we'll regret staying up this late in the morning?"

Daniela feels you shake your head, feels the small sigh that leaves your chest and hears the presence of contentment in the air that escapes you before any words are spoken in reply to her question.

"I know I won't, dancing with you is worth any headache in my future."

It shocks her how easy you said it, with your head against her shoulder and hers on yours. She's unable to understand the science behind how easy you seemed to let her misplaced outrage roll off you like water off a duck's back.

Some part of her feels like she should apologize, and all in all she feels like she should apologize immediately. But her pride gets in the way of her wish for bluntness and her next words are less of a well-deserved apology and more of an olive branch.

She still shocks herself with how easy it felt to say her next words.

"I don't think I'll regret it either."

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A/N: Another small practice piece as I near the end of my internship, I'd be glad to hear your thoughts!

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Blatant Favouritism; Sophia Laforteza (Katseye)

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Summary: You are Sophia's favorite, have been since Dream Academy. She knows it, you know it, the other girls know it, Eyekons know it- Yet the feeling of kilig never goes away everytime she casually drops reminders of the fact.

"Do me a favour, can your heart rate rise a little?" -Dodie

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Genre: Fluff, Soft, 7th Member!Reader

Warnings: None

Katseye M.L | Main M.L

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Quiet was never Sophia's trait.

She loves openly, happily, contently. She shows up to be an anchor on the stormy days, and she shows up just to make noise that brings laughter.

Subtlety was not something that was Sophia's trait either.

"What's the most unforgettable moment in Katseye for you?"

Daniela claps her hands excitedly, and everyone's attention shifts to her as she divulges the memory that has always been crystal clear in her mind.

"When we made it through DA and Sophia literally crossed the stage so she could be the first to hug Y/N!"

It was no secret that the Leader has been head over heels for you since that first time you saw each other in Dream Academy, and when you made it into Katseye and she reached for you first despite being on opposite sides of the line- The rest of the girls never let you live it down.

Megan clicks her fingers in recognition, waving her hands as she adds onto the statement given by her groupmate.

"She was so quick about it too! I swear, it was like watching a woman on a mission.."

Lara gently elbows the Filipina with a wiggle of her eyebrows, teasing without words as Manon immediately decides to get on with the program. Using her words to try and lovingly embarrass their Leader for the cameras.

"Yeah that one has always been her favourite, the rest of us could literally fall off a plane screaming and her first priority would be to make sure that Y/N's parachute is in good condition."

Their combined efforts contribute more to turning your cheeks red rather than Sophia's, and you decide to try and save face by playing the humor card. Swivelling in your seat to look up at the Leader who's sat behind you- You put a hand against your chest with an exaggerated gasp of surprise.

"Oh my God, is it true? You'd save me first?"

The rest of the girls laugh, but Sophia only smiles calmly. Her eyes showing no anger nor exasperation over being ganged up on. She nods once before speaking.

"Of course I would, you're my favourite. Sue me for it or whatever."

High pitched squeals resound from the five girls around you, loud enough to almost shatter eardrums but you opt to cover your face instead of your ears due to the heat that has rushed to your cheeks.

The interview ends up becoming the talk of the fandom for months on end, with the shippers of Sophy/n creating edits within an hour of the video's release.

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A/N: A short short fic to help with dragging myself out of writer's block bit by bit 😭

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Sensual Sunrise; Megan Skiendiel (Katseye)

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Summary: Waking up beside her girlfriend still seemed so surreal. It didn't matter to Megan that the sun wasn't even out yet, when the need to show her appreciation strikes- It strikes deep.

"She know that I hit that pussy right." - Lund

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Genre: Fluff, Soft, Smut

Warnings: Adult Content

Extra Tags: Somno, Overstim, Munch!Megan, Pussy Drunk!Megan, Down Bad!Megan,

Katseye M.L | Main M.L

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Waking up was never something that seemed special to Megan. Though she believes it nice to see another day and nice to look forward to what random occurences lie in the future- It was nothing but simple routine.

Until her girlfriend came along and started sleeping in the same bed as her. Suddenly, waking up wasn't just boring routine anymore. It became something exciting, something to look forward to.

Some days she'd wake up to you in her arms or her in yours, sometimes the bed is cold when she wakes and you're already in the kitchen starting on breakfast, other times she wakes up first and waits for you to follow suite since she can't cook as well as you can-

But Megan's most favorite way of waking up, is definitely having you wrapped around her with your head on her chest when the sun has yet to rise. The grounding feeling of your body heat against her being everything she needs to hold on to as she drags herself from the depths of sleep and into the waking world.

Blinking her eyes open, darkness is all that greets her. Unwilling to try and test her luck by getting up and fumbling around, Megan settles for closing her eyes again. Content to let herself focus on the slow way you breathe in your sleep, she presses a kiss to your head, smiling when you shuffle even closer to her and bury your head into the crook of her neck.

With a soft hum hoarse with sleep, Megan thinks to herself that there's no way this could get better. Except a lightbulb immediately goes off in her head after she thought of it, and then with a newfound vigor- She sets to work on gently untangling your limbs from hers, dead set on getting this right.

In the quiet of the dark early morning, Megan takes her time leaving kisses on your neck, shoulders, sternum, stomach, hipbones, and thighs as she slowly makes her way down your body. Pressing her lips softly against the clothes on your skin as if it was no bother at all that there was a flimsy obstacle between her lips and your touch.

She spends as much time as she needs to shimmy your shorts and underwear off of your body, even takes the time to fold them up and set them on the corner of the bed before going back to her rightful place between your legs.

Then slowly, reverently- Megan starts placing kisses to the inside of your thighs. Letting her lips linger before slowly inching higher and higher and alternating until she's had her fill. When her lips finally connect with your heat, a soft and almost impercievable moan resounds from you as you twitch in your sleep.

Megan slowly digs in with a sigh, her eyes falling closed as she savors the feeling and the taste of you on her tongue. She takes great care to be soft and gentle, to take her fill carefully as she aims to wake you up slowly instead of immediately.

Keeping the tip of her tongue flicking against your clit in strictly controlled swipes, Megan has to spend every ounce of effort to not let her greed take over. Reminding herself that this is about you, not her- That it's merely a bonus that she absolutely enjoys eating you out.

The noises coming from you have begun to increase in number and pitch now, and keeping the slow pace has become a challenge for Megan as she feels herself getting wet in her own underwear.

Still, she forces herself to be steady, to be patient and wake you without any sudden jolts to your senses.

"Baby?"

The sound of your voice thick with sleep paired with your fingers softly burying in her hair tears a sinful moan from her throat. The sound bordering on a sob as the signal of your wakefulness she's been waiting agonizing minutes for has finally arrived. Then, with a fervor that matches her addiction to your pleasure, Megan truly dives in now. Forgoing the soft licks and flicks of her tongue in favor of sucking and devouring everything you're giving her.

Your hand tightens around her hair as your hips buck up at the sudden increase in sensation. With a hiss from your lips, you begin riding her face.

"Fuck, Mei.. That's it, right there, please."

Her eyes open, and even if she still can't see in the dark, Megan keeps her eyes locked on where she assumes your face to be as she pulls away by only a small margin- Enough for her to speak clearly as she shushes your whines of disappointment with lingering kisses to every expanse of skin her lips can reach.

"Oh babygirl, with me? You never ever have to beg. I'll give you everything."

Then as quickly as she can, Megan resumes her self-appointed task. Happily letting her tongue gather every ounce of your arousal that has begun to leak while using her hands on your thighs to bury herself against you with all the strength she can muster.

The minstrations of her mouth and tongue grow in speed and force as your means and whines rise in pitch. Your hands in her hair pushing her head down harder as she feels you draw closer and closer to the point of your climax.

"Meg, Mei- I'm- Right there!"

With a small chuckle of pride at the state she's reduced you to, Megan then latches her lips around your clit and sucks with a steady pace- Wordlessly assuring you that she's right there and that she wants you to cum on her, for her; To give her everything you've got to give without restraint.

You comply with a choked gasp, feeling yourself crash into that zone of overwhelming bliss. Through the bucking of your hips and the stuttering shake of your legs, Megan holds you through your orgasm. Slowing in her pace but never stopping as she helps you ride out the high of the orgasm she just brought you to.

She keeps at it, helping you calm down until your locked limbs relax and your legs stop shaking. The steady pace of her tongue lapping at your folds never stopping in its tracks as the urge to worship you has only increased in its urgency. Then too quickly, the satisfaction you're feeling turns to alarm as your sensitive nerves flare up in protest at the continued movements of Megan's tongue.

Your hands once strongly holding her close now begin to weakly try pushing her away in favor of some badly needed distance. With a small plea that sounded more like a restrained sob, you try your best to shimmy out of your girlfriend's grip all while almost begging her to let you go.

"No, no, no, no, no, no- Mei, ah! That's too much- Fuck it's too much-"

Stubborn, and strong, and far too addicted to you to let you go: Megan shakes her head, taking her hands off your hips to lace her fingers with yours in an iron grip. Trapping you in place right where she needs you before she pulls her face away from your core by a hair's width.

"Just one more, baby please. I need more, I promise I'll be gentle. Please, I just need more."

You breathe through your mouth, willing yourself to hold on- To give her what she's desperately asking for. So with a shaking body, you nod and hum an affirmative tone. Then she's latching her mouth back on your pussy without further wait. Unlike the first instance that had you wanting for more, for everything that Megan had to give- This second time is overwhelming and downright blinding.

You try your best to escape from Megan's touch, but there's nowhere to go and no way to escape. Not when you're jelly-legged and Megan is adamant about remaining exactly where she is.

Your broken overstimulated moans soon turn back to whines of pleasure, and your hands slowly but surely begin finding their way back to Megan's hair in favor of helping you grind yourself against her devoted tongue.

Her greed is infectious, because soon enough you're begging her to keep going instead of begging her to stop. You're back to riding her face as she eats you out like you're the last, most delicious meal of her life.

With your eyes shut tight, and a white knuckled grip on the beck of Megan's head- She all but throws you off the cusp of your climax with the severe intensity that hits you as you cum on her tongue for the second time this morning.

Dread, exasperation, confusion, and fondness all rolled into one settles in your mind as you open your eyes to look down at Megan, whose form is now illuminated by the gentle stream of the sun's first rays of the day spilling through the curtains. Her eyes are pleading, filled with hope as she struggles to keep her gaze trained on yours as she speaks words muffled against your dripping core.

"One more, baby. Pleash, jush one more."

As she lights your body ablaze with her unyielding tongue, you throw your head back against the pillows with an overstimulated groan falling past your lips as you shut your eyes so tight you could almost see stars- Then a thought occurs to you as you open your eyes and angle your head towards the curtained window of your shared bedroom.

Wasn't it just dark outside?

Fuck. Perhaps you really should've known better than to give in to Megan's pleas, but all thoughts are bled out of your mind as she flattens her tongue against your clit again, greedy and unrelenting in her pursuit of personal satisfaction.

It seems you're in for a very busy morning.

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A/N: Someone requested freaky Megan texts & so I delivered! Since this is my first smut fic for Katseye, I would love to know what y'all thought!

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How would they react to finding out you smoke; Katseye

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Summary: It's the most closely guarded secret of a habit that you've had since you were in highschool, you know that secrets don't exactly last forever but you've succeeded in keeping it out of sight for a few years now. Until your me-time on the rooftop is interrupted by your girlfriend.

"Make me feel like I am breathing; Feel like I am human."

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Genre: Fluff, Humor, Vices, Secrets, Suggestive Themes

Warnings: Detailed smoking, Suggestive Themes, No Yoonchae (Sorry, she's a Minor!)

Katseye M.L | Main M.L

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It's been a very tiring day. The sound of staplers, murmurs, and rustling papers echo in your ears despite the fact that you've left the office two hours ago.

Without your girlfriend here to sit in the loud quiet with you, the lit stick held between your lips is all that keeps your sanity grounded tonight.

A single drag turns into three, then five- Then another stick is lit once the old one burns to a stump. Rinse and repeat. On your fourth cigarette, the nerves in your veins and the stress on your shoulders starts to ease- You put out the spent stub and pull out another one.

'The last one for the night' You tell yourself.

Lost in your personal method of destressing, you don't notice the faint sound of your front door opening nor the footsteps of the woman who lives with you until she's on the balcony with you.

You have no idea, but the secret you've kept from the whole world for two years will cease to be yours only once the shock wears off.

Sophia Laforteza:

Resolving Risks

"I didn't know you smoked."

The sudden interruption of the silence scares you into a small jump, the cigarette falling from your lips and landing on the tiled floor as the outcome of the surprise. Turning to find Sophia, you find her with a raised eyebrow and questioning eyes.

There's no judgement in her stare nor her posture though, and somehow that makes it feel worse for you when you tell her of why she never knew.

"I do a good job of hiding it.."

The popstar walks forward, picking up your cigarette as she goes before she presses it's end to the ashtray on the railing- Just to be safe. Then she offers her hand out to you, an invitation. Never an imposition.

You take her hand and lace your fingers together, stading shoulder to shoulder in the reinstated silence of the night as you look over the city's skyline. It's the kind of silence that feels like she's thinking, mulling over her words as she parses through the best way to ask her question.

"Has your habit been around a while?"

You nod your head in response, adding words that shed more light on the secret you've been keeping from your girlfriend of two years.

"I started in my last year of highschool."

Sophia hums in response, bringing your hand up to her lips to place a kiss on the back of your hand. Her next question is one you've heard countless of times from countless ex partners-

What differs is the way her tone seems curious rather than condescending.

"Did you ever consider quitting?"

The answer comes out of you easily, truthful and unrestrained.

"Yeah, but it's always been difficult when it's forced like pressure rather than treated like a progression."

She lets out another hum before stepping back from the railing of your balcony to lead you back into the warmth of the bedroom's four walls.

"Progression keeps progressing only when it's rewarded."

There's a smirk on her face now that's accompanied by a glint in her eyes. The kind of look that tells you she's up to something and that it's going to be set in motion immediately.

"What 'reward' are we talking?"

Sophia shrugs her shoulders with feigned nonchalance. Her hands moving to grip the end of her shirt at a slow pace.

"Maybe a simple lollipop. Maybe something more personal-"

She sheds the item of clothing, dropping it to the floor before her hands move to her back- Towards the clasp of her bra.

" -Your call."

You're in her personal space before the lacy underwear even hits the floor.

Daniela Avanzini:

Parallel Plays

"Mind if I borrow your light?"

You whip around to find Daniela at the balcony door with her hand outstretched to you, making grabby motions as she looks at you expectantly.

A few moments of silence passes between the two of you as you slowly reign in your racing thoughts.

When your heart rate has returned to normal and Daniela has brought her hand down to rest on her hips, you ask the only question that seems to make sense in your mind as you reach out to hand her the lighter.

"You smoke too?"

She takes it with a grin before suddenly turning her back to you, walking back into the bedroom.

"Nahhh."

You start wondering if she just managed to confiscate your firestarting contraband by playing coy- But then Daniela's walking back out onto the balcony with a box full of old old newspapers.

"I just like starting fires."

She settles beside you before ripping up a page into tiny pieces, stacking them up into a mound on your ashtray. When the fire from your lighter catches, Daniela turns to you with a soft smile.

"We can head back inside whenever you're done."

Lara Raj:

Shared Secrets

"Oh damn!"

By the time you turn around, Lara has already disappeared from the balcony and back into your bedroom. You hear a drawer open, some clothes rustling, then a drawer slamming closed before the pitter patter of rushing footsteps starts heading in your direction.

She skids to a stop by the door, holding up a bottle of half-full black label with a big excited smile on her face.

"I heard that pairs well with this!"

There is nothing in your confused mind except for a single question, considering that this entire 'My Girlfriend Finding Out I Smoke' thing is going the exact opposite direction of how you thought it would go.

"Where do you even keep that?"

Lara shrugs her shoulders like she was asked about the weather before she unscrews the cap to take a swig straight from the bottle.

"In my panty drawer."

She walks forward, settling by your side before offering you the bottle with a wordless motion. You look from the alcohol to your girlfriend- Then you look from your girlfriend to the alcohol.

In the end, you shrug your shoulders before finally taking her up on her offer. Leave it up to this woman to surprise, stun, and then confuse you with whatever out of pocket things she's cooked up.

But then just before you take a swig of your own: The spark of mischief you temporarily lost due to shock slithers back into you with lightning quickness.

You're unable to keep the smile off of your face before voicing your comment.

"I hope this doesn't taste like panties."

"I said I hid it in the drawer! Not in the damn hamper!"

Manon Bannerman:

Normalized Niche

"Ayo pass me a stick too, damn."

Her words reach your ears in the middle of a long drag, and the surprise makes you choke on the smoke.

Manon is hunched over by your side in an instant, an understanding wince on her face as she rubs your back in a comforting gesture.

"Sorry, probably shouldn't have snuck up on you like that.."

You wave her off, accepting her apology with no hard feelings at all. You straighten yourself up with a relieved sigh, picking up the accidentally discarded cigarette and placing it in the ashtray.

She leans back against the railing, looking unfazed over the fact that she's just finding out something that had been hidden for the entirety of your relationship.

"Can I have that stick now? Or are you the greedy type-"

A scoff escapes your lips out of exasperation, and you swipe at her arm for the jab before you reach into your pocket and open it to give Manon a stick from your box.

"Thank you."

Megan Skiendiel:

Adorable Artistry

"CAN YOU DO A SMOKE TRICK?!"

It is a miraculous miracle that the entire cigarette stick didn't end up sucked into your windpipe alongside the smoke. Megan's at your side in an instant, her hands grasping at your shoulders as her entire body shakes with excitement.

"Can you make shapes? Could you do that thing where you blow it out then inhale it through your nose? Can you make a circle?"

Of all the ways that this secret could've been revealed, this was the last possible outcome you could've ever forseen- Actually, it wasn't even one you thought of.

She looks at you with shining eyes, and you've always been a sucker for how expressive her eyes are. So with a fond roll of your eyes, you take a drag and blow the smoke out in a way that it balloons into a circle.

"That's cool as hell, can you do other tricks?"

You smile at her before shaking your head and removing the stick from between your lips.

"Not really, it's not like a vape where there's a lot of smoke pulled when you take a drag."

Megan nods in understanding, like she's committing the insignificant information to permanence in her mind. The two of you sit in silence as she waits for you to finish your final stick of the night.

Soon though, she grows bored and starts drawing hearts into the ash on your tray using the discarded stubs.

"I'll have to throw that out, you know?"

She hums in acknowledgement, continuing with the action like it's not that big of a deal. Some part of you thinks that she's taking this entire thing with flawless grace, considering the fact that this is something you've kept from her for two years- But you're not one to look a gift horse in the mouth so you let it be.

When you next flip open the top on your new pack, there's one stick missing from the box. Replaced with a small plastic flower that has a note taped around it's stem.

'Take care not to burn too many all at once! Ily <3'

It becomes a tradition. For every two months that pass by, Megan increases the number of sticks she removes from your pack. It's not always flowers though, sometimes it's a stick of wrapped candy but always with a handwritten note stuck to the replacement.

You keep each of the small trinkets that she gives you through the pack in a small box in the drawer of your bedside table.

By the time your fifth anniversary arrives, there hasn't been a pack of cigarettes in your possession for two months.

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