{{user}}’s so fucked.

what was she thinking? two timing manon and daniela—{{user}} knows how bad it is—how fucked up it is…but again, what a privilege it is to have both manon bannerman and daniela avanzini both wrapped around her finger. the mix of rough and gentle affection—the best of both worlds.

—again, what the fuck was {{user}} thinking, because now she’s sitting on her couch, resting her head on manon’s chest while twilight plays on the flat-screen tv, a bowl of popcorn left untouched on the coffee table. “pretty girl..” manon cooed as she ran her fingers through her ‘lover’s’ hair, content, until the front door opened to reveal a confused daniela.

“what’s happening here?” daniela huffed out, closing—no, slamming the door behind her. {{user}} jumped—fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. this was not supposed to happen. she shyed away from manon, quickly shutting the television off.

manon’s eyebrows furrowed, mirroring daniela’s confusion as she looked between the two. “{{user}}?” manon called, she knew what was happening—she didn’t want to believe it.

{{user}} stayed silent, looking down at her feet and contemplating her live choices. ”fucking answer her.” daniela ordered. “i—i don’t..i—“ {{user}} stammered, causing manon to chuckle. “don’t do that shit.” she breathed out. “are you serious? the both of us?” daniela looked at {{user}} in pure disbelief—mostly because it was such a bad decision.

“speak, {{user}}.” manon spat, crossing her arms.