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Sophia Laforteza (Katsye) X fem!reader masterlist

The studio lights were hotter than you expected.

Not unbearable, just enough to make your skin feel too tight, your thoughts a little too loud. The cameras, the quiet hum of equipment, the soft shuffle of staff moving around… it all blended into a pressure that sat squarely in your chest.

You kept your smile on. You always did.

But beneath the table, your foot betrayed you—tapping, tapping, tapping against the floor in a rhythm that refused to settle.

You tried to stop it. You really did.

But interviews were never your thing, and today felt bigger than usual. More eyes. More expectations.

More ways to mess up.

“And how has the group dynamic been adjusting lately?” the interviewer asked, voice bright and curious.

You nodded, letting someone else answer first. That gave you a few seconds to breathe.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Then..

Warmth.

It was subtle at first. Just the gentle weight of a hand resting against your thigh, grounding, steady. Your breath hitched slightly, and your foot stuttered to a stop.

You didn’t have to look to know it was Sophia. Her thumb began to move in slow, careful circles, barely noticeable to anyone else, hidden beneath the table and the neat drape of fabric. The touch wasn’t urgent or questioning. It was certain.

You’re okay. I’ve got you.

The noise in your head softened, like someone turning the volume down just enough to think again.

You finally glanced at her.

Sophia didn’t turn fully, didn’t make it obvious. She was still facing forward, still engaged in the interview, but her eyes flickered toward you for just a second.

A small smile.

Not performative. Not for the cameras.

Just for you.

Your shoulders dropped without you realizing. The tension you’d been holding loosened, bit by bit, under the quiet reassurance of her touch.

The interviewer turned to you next. “And what about you?”

Normally, that question would’ve sent your thoughts scrambling. You inhaled.

Sophia’s thumb traced one more slow circle. You exhaled.

“I think…” you started, voice steadier than you expected, “we’ve really been learning how to support each other. Even in small ways.”

Her hand stilled for a moment, like she heard the meaning behind it.

Then, gently, it squeezed.

And you smiled, this time without forcing it.

Chaeryeong (ITZY) x female reafer

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ITZY and the game hosts took their places. You stood beside Chaeryeong, heart fluttering with anticipation. Not just because of the challenge ahead, but because you’d be sharing this moment with her.

The host’s voice boomed through the speakers. “Next up, Chaeryeong! Your challenge: perform a dance cover of a K-pop hit—‘Love Shot’ by Enhypen!”

A ripple of surprise ran through the members and hosts. Chaeryeong’s eyes sparkled with that familiar fox-like grin. You already knew she was confident, but seeing her prepare to take on a song from another group made your admiration grow.

The music started, dark and sultry beats filling the room. Chaeryeong moved with a fluid grace that seemed effortless yet powerful. Every step, every gesture, was precise, capturing the song's essence while adding her own fierce energy. Her eyes locked with yours for a brief moment, and you felt a spark, ike the world had narrowed down to just the two of you.

As the final beat hit, she struck the last pose, breathless but radiant. The crowd erupted in cheers, but your applause was the loudest, your smile wide and genuine.

“Wow,” you breathed, stepping closer. “You looked amazing. Like, seriously, you owned that dance.”

Chaeryeong laughed softly, her cheeks tinged with pink. “I had to impress someone special,” she teased with a wink, her voice low enough only for you.

Your heart skipped. “Well, consider me impressed. Not just by the dance, but by you.”

She reached out, fingers brushing yours lightly. “Maybe after the show, I can teach you a few moves?”

You nodded, warmth blooming between you like the first rays of spring. Already excited for the game to come to an end.

Lara Raj x female reader masterlist

The venue was already buzzing when your group arrived.

Camera flashes lit up the entrance like tiny bursts of lightning, fans cheering from behind barricades while reporters called out for photos. Events like this always felt a little surreal—beautiful dresses, flashing lights, endless smiles.

But tonight felt different.

You were adjusting the sleeve of your dress when she stepped out of the dressing room beside you. The moment you looked up, you froze.

Lara was wearing emerald green. Not just any green—deep, shimmering, elegant. The kind that caught every bit of light in the room. And you were wearing red. For a moment, the two of you simply stared at each other. Then Lara’s lips slowly curled into a grin.

“Well,” she said, crossing her arms lightly. “That’s interesting.”

You glanced between her dress and yours. The contrast was almost ridiculous, your deep crimson against her bright green.

“Girls, you’re up!”Moments later, you were walking the event carpet with the rest of the group.

By the time the event ended, your phone wouldn’t stop vibrating. The group had barely made it back into the van before someone gasped.

“Oh, my god.” Megan squealed

“What?” you asked.

“You're trending,” she added on

Your stomach dropped. You turned on your phone, immediately greeted by a flood of notifications. Photos from the event were already everywhere. But what caught your attention weren’t the photos themselves.

It was the captions.

“THE RED AND GREEN???”

“Opposites, but they look so good together.”

“Tell me they’re not dating.”

“I ship them so hard.”

You buried your face in your hands.

“This is so embarrassing.” Beside you, Lara was scrolling through the posts with obvious amusement.

“Look at this one,” she said with a soft smile.

You peeked through your fingers. Someone had edited one of the carpet photos—Lara laughing beside you while you looked at her. Across the image, big white text reads: Opposites attract.

You groaned. “It’s been two hours.”

“They work fast,” Lara said.

There was a pause. Then she spoke again, quieter this time. “They’re not wrong, though.” You turned toward her.

“What?” She shrugged, suddenly looking a little shy despite the teasing smile on her face.

“I mean… opposites attract.”

Your heart skipped.

“You’re unbelievable,” you said, but you were smiling.

Lara tapped her phone against her knee thoughtfully.

“I should post something.”

Your eyes widened. “You absolutely should not,” but she was already opening Instagram.

She pulled up one of the photos from the event—a candid shot where she was laughing, and you were looking at her like she’d just said something ridiculous. Which… she probably had.

“It’s cute,” she said.

“Lara.”

“What?”

“You’re going to make it worse.”

She looked at you then, expression softening.

“Only if you don’t want me to.”

Your protest died instantly. Because the truth was… You didn’t mind. Not really. In fact, a small part of you liked the idea far too much. After a moment, you leaned closer to her phone.

“Fine,” you sighed. “But if the internet explodes, it’s your fault.” Her smile returned instantly.

“Oh, it’s definitely going to explode.”

She typed the caption slowly.

You watched the words appear on the screen.

Opposites attract <3

Your stomach fluttered.

“Ready?” she asked. You hesitated for half a second. Then you nodded. Lara tapped the post. At first, nothing happened. After only a minute, the notifications started pouring in.

Hundreds.

Then thousands.

“OH MY GOD THEY POSTED IT.”

“WAIT, IS THIS A CONFESSION???”

“THE SHIP IS REAL.”

You stared at the screen in disbelief while Lara laughed beside you.

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” you said.

“Maybe,” she admitted.

Then she leaned closer, resting her head lightly against yours as the chaos unfolded online. Fans were losing their minds. Edits were already being made. But sitting there beside Lara, red and green dresses still bright under the dim backstage lights, none of it felt overwhelming.

If anything…

It felt right.

Your hand brushed hers on the seat between you. For a moment, neither of you moved. Then Lara quietly intertwined her fingers with yours.

Can I make a request of Sabrina Carpenter during the Grammys where reader wins her first Grammy and the camera films the reactions of some stats and then Sabrina has the same reaction she had for Bad Bunny and she flirts with reader afterwards?

Thank you :)

The Grammy Luck

Sabrina Carpenter x female reader masterlist

The Grammy Awards were electric that night, every moment shimmering with possibility. You sat among the sea of stars, heart racing as the presenter announced the winner for Best New Artist. When your name was called, a rush of disbelief and joy flooded you; you had just won your first Grammy.

The cameras quickly shifted to capture the reactions of the crowd. Faces blurred around you, but then the lens found Sabrina Carpenter. Her eyes widened, her lips parted slightly in that unmistakable look of genuine surprise and admiration, the kind of look that said, Wow, she’s incredible. You caught her gaze, and for a moment, it felt like time slowed.

Later, as the ceremony moved on, you found yourself stepping into the after-party, still riding the high of your win. The room was filled with laughter and music, but then you felt a presence beside you. Sabrina Carpenter, radiant and confident, smiled warmly.

“I’ve been watching you all night,” she said, her voice a soft tease. “Congrats on winning... You looked good up on stage.”

You laughed, a little breathless. “I was just trying not to faint.”

She leaned in slightly, her eyes locking with yours. “Well, you definitely caught my attention. Honestly, I’m impressed. Winning a Grammy is one thing, but doing it with that kind of charm? That’s something else.”

You felt a flutter in your chest as she stepped closer, the warmth of her presence wrapping around you like a cozy embrace.

“So,” Sabrina continued, a playful smirk tugging at her lips, “what’s your secret? How do you make the whole room stop and stare?”

You shrugged, smiling shyly. “I guess I just got lucky tonight.”

“Luck or not,” she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I think you’ve got a spark that’s impossible to ignore. And I’m definitely curious to see what you’ll do next.”

Her words hung between you, charged with a sweet promise. You found yourself drawn in by her easy confidence and the way her eyes seemed to see right through to something deeper.

“Maybe,” she added, her voice dropping to a whisper, “we should celebrate this win together sometime. I’d love to get to know the person behind that unforgettable look.”

You smiled, feeling a new kind of excitement bloom. The night was full of stars, but right now, Sabrina Carpenter was the brightest light in the room.

​I’m just want to ask some major domestic fluff with Ariana and a reader who is basically her #1 fan in the most supportive way. They live together and have that peak 'established relationship' energy.

The reader actually studied singing for years when she was a kid, so she has a great ear for vocals and melodies, but she’s no clue when it comes to the technical side of music.​ So, even though she understands the 'art' of it, watching Ari in her home studio makes her feel like a kid in a candy store. She’s just mesmerized by the technicality of what Ari does, the arrangements, the percussion, the mixing, it’s all pure magic to her. ​

I'm picturing is Ari working late in the studio, totally in the zone, and she catches the reader just staring at her with total heart eyes. Ari finds it so precious that she pulls the reader onto her lap to show her exactly what she's mixing. The reader just starts gushing about how proud she is and how Ari is the most talented person alive and saying all the soft things about her and her career and Ari gets all shy and soft because of the praise. It's just a cute moment. Thank you so much! <3

"Held In Harmony"

ariana grande x female reader

A quiet, loving moment shared between the two of you, where music and affection blend into a tender embrace.w

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You’re curled up on the couch in your shared apartment, the soft hum of Ariana’s home studio filling the space. She’s been working late again, completely immersed in the sea of buttons, knobs, and screens that make up her creative sanctuary. You’ve always admired her passion, but tonight, watching her navigate the technical side of music with such ease feels like witnessing pure magic.

You lean forward, eyes wide and sparkling, completely captivated. The way she tweaks the percussion, layers the harmonies, and adjusts the mixing, it’s like she’s painting a masterpiece with sound. You don’t fully understand the technical jargon, but you feel every beat in your heart.

Ariana glances up and catches your gaze. A slow smile spreads across her face, and without missing a beat, she pats her lap invitingly. “Come here,” she says softly.

You don’t hesitate. Sliding off the couch, you settle into her lap, arms wrapping around her waist as she pulls up the mixing board on the screen. She points out the layers she’s working on, explaining little details in her usual humble way.

You can’t help but gush, your voice thick with pride. “Babe, you’re honestly the most talented person I’ve ever known. Watching you do this… It’s like you’re bending sound to your will. I’m so proud of you. Every note, every beat, it’s perfect, just like you.”

Ariana’s cheeks flush a soft pink, and she nuzzles her head against your temple. “You always know how to make me feel like a million bucks,” she murmurs, voice low and warm.

You smile into her hair, heart full. “That’s because you are. And I’m just lucky enough to get to watch you shine.”

The night stretches on, but in that little bubble of shared warmth and admiration, time feels like a gentle melody, steady, sweet, and endlessly comforting.

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Feel free to request any <3

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Ariana Grande- "Held In Harmony"

"Finding Us"

Megan Skiendiel x fem reader (Dream Academy) masterlist

You never planned for any of this to happen.

When Dream Academy first started, your only goal was to survive. Vocals, choreography, cameras everywhere, the constant pressure of being evaluated. Falling in love was the last thing on your mind.

And yet… Megan happened.

It started small. Late-night practice rooms when everyone else had gone back to the dorms. Shared headphones while stretching on the floor. Her laughing when you messed up choreography on purpose just to make her smile. Somewhere between whispered encouragements and stolen glances across the studio, you became us.

You and Megan started dating quietly halfway through Dream Academy, no announcements, no big gestures. Just secret hand squeezes behind water bottles, her hoodie somehow always ending up on your shoulders, and the way she’d look at you like you were already something precious.

The finale night feels unreal.

You’re standing backstage in a line, heart pounding so hard you’re sure the mic can pick it up. Megan stands beside you, fingers brushing yours. She notices your shaking hands immediately.

“Hey,” she whispers, turning her body slightly toward you so the cameras can’t see. “Breathe. You did amazing. No matter what happens.”

You nod, swallowing hard. “I just… I don’t want tonight to be goodbye.”

Megan’s thumb traces a reassuring circle on your palm. “It’s not,” she says softly, with a confidence that feels like a promise.

The finalists are announced. One by one. Cheers, tears, hugs. KATSEYE is forming right in front of your eyes, and Megan’s name is called. You feel pride explode in your chest as she steps forward, eyes shining, hands over her mouth.

But your name doesn’t come.

You clap, you smile, you blink back tears. You’re proud of her—so proud—but the ache still settles deep in your chest. Megan keeps looking back at you, worry written all over her face.

Then the host speaks again.

“Before we close tonight,” they say, “we have one final surprise.”

Your heart stutters.

“KATSEYE will not debut with six members… but seven.”

The screen behind the stage flickers.

Your face appears.

For a second, you think you’re imagining it.

Then Megan gasps.

Your name is called.

The world explodes into sound, and you barely register yourself walking forward until Megan is suddenly there, throwing her arms around you. You cling to her like she’s the only solid thing left.

“You’re in,” she laughs breathlessly, tears streaming down her face. “You’re really in. We did it.”

We.

Later, when the cameras finally back off and the group is ushered backstage, Megan pulls you into a quiet corner. Her hands are still shaking as she cups your face.

“I knew,” she says softly. “I knew you belonged here. With me. With us.”

You laugh through your tears. “So… does this mean I get to debut with my girlfriend?”

Megan grins, forehead resting against yours. “Yeah,” she whispers. “It does.”

She presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, just subtle enough to stay yours, just meaningful enough to say everything.

You didn’t just make KATSEYE that night.

You found your place. And you found it with her.

megan skiendiel x 7th member! female reader

At KATSEYE’s first fansign, when the reader is left without gifts, Megan quietly shares hers—turning a small moment of hurt into something soft

warnings: idol!au, fluff,

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The room buzzes with excitement—soft chatter, squeals from fans, the constant click of cameras. It’s KATSEYE’s first-ever fansign, and the long table in front of you is slowly disappearing beneath gifts.

Lara has plushies stacked almost to her chin. Daniela’s side is covered in handwritten letters tied with ribbons. Sophia keeps laughing every time a fan slides another bouquet her way. Yoonchae is carefully lining up little trinkets like they’re treasures.

And then there’s you.

Your section of the table is… empty.

You keep your smile steady, waving at fans, signing albums, thanking them warmly. Still, you can’t help the tiny ache in your chest when another fan walks past you to hand a gift to someone else. You tell yourself it’s fine—first fansign nerves, that’s all.

You’re mid-signature when you feel it.

A gentle nudge against your arm.

You glance sideways.

Megan is looking at you, brows slightly furrowed, lips pressed together in that thoughtful way she gets. Her side of the table is crowded with gifts—photocards, letters, snacks, even a handmade bracelet dangling from her wrist.

She looks at your empty space again.

Then, without a word, she starts sliding things over.

A small plush lands in front of you first. Then a folded letter. Then a sparkly keychain.

You blink, startled. “Meg—”

She leans closer, voice low so only you can hear. “That’s not fair,” she murmurs. “You deserve pretty things too.”

Your heart melts.

“Megan, these are yours,” you whisper, half-laughing, half-embarrassed.

She shrugs, easy and warm, her shoulder brushing yours. “So? What’s mine is yours.” She flashes you a grin. “Besides, now it looks balanced.”

Fans notice. A few of them coo quietly, phones lifting just a little higher. Someone whispers, “They’re so cute.”

You glance down at the gifts, then back at Megan. “Thank you,” you say softly, eyes shining.

She smiles back, softer now. “Always.”

For the rest of the fansign, she keeps doing it—sharing snacks, placing flowers closer to you, even lining a photocard up carefully so it faces your side. Every time your hands accidentally brush, she doesn’t pull away.

When the event finally ends, and the staff starts ushering fans out, you lean toward her.

“Next time,” you tease gently, “I’ll be the one sharing.”

Megan tilts her head, eyes bright. “Deal.” Then, quieter, just for you: “But even if you don’t get anything… I’ve got you.”

And somehow, that feels like the best gift of all.

Yuna (Itzy) x Female Reader During a livestream, Yuna keeps staring at you instead of the camera. masterlist

You didn’t think today’s livestream would be any different from the others. Just you sitting quietly off-screen, helping manage comments while the members chatted and laughed. But when you glanced toward the monitor, your breath hitched.

Yuna was staring at you.

Not the casual glance she gave everyone in the room. This was a long, unblinking look — the kind where she forgot she was supposed to be talking to hundreds of fans and instead was just… watching you.

At first, you thought you imagined it. Then her eyes softened, her smile turning just a little more private, the kind she never showed on camera.

Your heart thudded.

Is she…? No. She wouldn’t do that on live.

Except she didn’t look away.

So you tested a theory. You let your gaze drift up from your tablet and met hers — directly, openly.

Yuna froze mid-sentence.

Her lips parted, just slightly, like she’d been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to. Her cheeks dusted pink. And then her expression shifted into something playful, almost daring.

She didn’t look away.

The chat exploded with confusion — fans asking what she was staring at, teasing her for zoning out — but Yuna barely reacted. She just held your gaze, eyes bright, shoulders relaxed, like the whole room had disappeared.

You couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your mouth. Slowly, very slowly, you tilted your head and raised a brow, silently asking:

Really? During the live?

Yuna’s answer was a tiny, almost imperceptible nod.

And then—she leaned in.

It was subtle. A slight forward tilt, like her body was following her heart before her brain could catch up. You felt yourself mirroring the motion, drawn toward her like a magnet you didn’t have the will to fight.

Her eyes flicked to your lips.

You leaned in another inch.

She matched you.

The space between you grew smaller, the world around you dissolving, the air buzzing with something electric and dangerous and wonderful—

And then, at the exact same moment, you both realized:

The stream. The live camera. The thousands of people watching.

Both of you jerked back at once.

Yuna coughed loudly — too loudly — and pretended to read a comment that absolutely wasn’t real. You slammed your gaze back to your tablet, face burning so hot it felt like it might combust.

Chat immediately went feral.

“Yuna, what was that???” “WHO IS SHE LOOKING AT???” “That wasn’t zoning out, she was staring at SOMEBODY 😭”

Yuna covered her face with her hands for a moment, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter — or maybe embarrassment. When she finally looked up again, she shot you the tiniest glance.

A secret smile. A silent promise.

Later.

You bit your lip to keep from smiling too hard.

The live ended a few minutes later. And the moment the cameras turned off, Yuna spun in her chair to face you fully.

“You were staring first,” you teased.

She shook her head, grinning. “Nope. You stared back.”

Her voice dropped just enough to make your heartbeat quicken.

“And next time,” she whispered, leaning closer, “I’m not stopping.”

Daniela Avanzini x Female Reader After a fansign, a video leaks showing Daniela’s phone case with a candid photocard of you inside. masterlist

KATSEYE had just wrapped up another loud, glittering fansign. The seven of you were packing up, chatting, laughing, still buzzing from the endless stream of energy that only fans could give.

You were standing beside Daniela, as always. She claimed it wasn’t intentional, but every staff member knew the two of you gravitated toward each other like magnets.

While you were distracted signing a fan’s album, Daniela leaned back in her seat to stretch. That’s when it happened—her phone, sitting on the table, shifted just enough for the back to flash directly toward the nearest camera.

A photocard. Of you. Front and center. In her transparent phone case.

And not an official photocard. No.

It was a candid of you laughing backstage, wearing her hoodie, hair all messy and soft. A photo only she had.

The clip hit social media within minutes. The fans were feral.

“DANIELA HAS Y/N’S PHOTO IN HER PHONE CASE???” “She’s literally Y/N’s #1 fan 😭💗” “KATSEYE’s internal ship is SHIPPING ITSELF???” “She’s not even hiding it 😭💀”

You only found out backstage when Megan shoved her phone in your face, cackling.

“Y/N! Your girlfriend has been EXPOSED.”

“She is not my—” you started, but the sentence died the moment you saw the screencap.

Daniela’s phone. Your picture. Her soft smile caught on video as she picked it back up.

Your face felt hot enough to power the stage lights.

The girls were losing it—Yoonchae squealing, Lara screaming, Sophia laughing so hard she had to lean on Manon for support.

And then Daniela walked in, completely unaware of the chaos.

Sophia pointed at her dramatically. “Daniela! Fans are calling you Y/N’s number one fan!”

Daniela froze. Blinked. Looked at you. Then she broke into that slow, gorgeous smirk that made your stomach flip.

“Damn right I am,” she said without hesitation. Loud. Proud. Zero embarrassment. “I mean, have you seen her? Of course, I’m her number one fan.”

Your face burned; she looked entirely too pleased with herself.

She stopped in front of you and lowered her voice so only you could hear.

“Let them talk,” she murmured. “If they only knew how many more pictures of you I have.”

Your heart did a full somersault.

“Daniela…”

She slipped her pinky into yours—small, secret, soft.

One day, she’d get to hold your hand without hiding. One day, she wouldn’t have to tuck your photo behind her phone case.

But for now?

She was your biggest fan. Your loudest supporter. Your proudest admirer.

And she didn’t care who knew it.

Itzy members: Yuna, Chaeryeong, Lia, Ryujin, YeJi

My bias: Ryujin

My bias wrecker: Chaeryeong

Materlist

Yuna- Caught in her gaze

Chaeryeong- Impressions

Lia- Coming Soon

Ryujin- Coming Soon

YeJi- Coming Soon

Twice members: Nayeon, Jeongyeon, Momo, Sana, Jihyo, Mina, Dahyun, Chaeyoung, Tzuyu

pt.1 pt.2

My bias: Sana

My bias wrecker: Dahyun

Materlist

Mina- Coming soon

Dahyun- Coming Soon

Chaeyoung- Coming Soon

Tzuyu- Coming Soon

Yoonchae x fem reader You and Yoonchae spend the night playing Mario Kart TW: none :) masterlist

You plopped onto the couch with a sigh, controller in hand. “Alright, Yoonchae, prepare to eat my dust,” you teased, wiggling your fingers over the buttons.

Yoonchae, lounging beside you with that signature mischievous grin, smirked. “Oh, really? Because last time, I think I won… by a landslide.” She tapped her controller, eyes sparkling with playful challenge.

The TV flickered with the familiar start screen of Mario Kart. Rainbow Road glimmered, waiting for your chaos. “It’s on,” you said, selecting your character.

As the race started, you both leaned forward, eyes locked on the screen. Yoonchae’s competitive streak shone through every drift and shortcut she pulled off, and you matched her move for move. The first race ended in a tie, the second in a photo finish.

“I’m not letting you win just because you’re… cute,” Yoonchae muttered under her breath as she grabbed a red shell, aiming it at you.

You laughed, dodging it just in time. “Cute? That’s your excuse for losing?”

Hours passed unnoticed. The sun set, the moon rose, and still, neither of you gave up. Your hands cramped from holding the controllers, your stomach rumbled, but neither of you wanted to call it a night. Every laugh, every playful insult, every dramatic near-fall on Rainbow Road made the tension between you tighter—competitive, but in the best way.

Finally, on what had to be the twentieth race, Yoonchae managed a spectacular drift to take first place. She leaned back, triumphant, her grin softer now as she glanced at you. “See? Told you I’d win eventually.”

You threw the controller down dramatically. “Fine, fine, you win… this time. But next time, I’m taking the crown.”

She nudged you gently with her shoulder. “Next time,” she said, her voice quiet but warm, “we’ll see who’s really the best.”

And as you both leaned back on the couch, laughing and catching your breath, you realized something: winning didn’t matter. Being here with Yoonchae, teasing, racing, and just… being with her—it was already the best part of the night.

Manon and fem reader sneak out during rehearsal to grab slushies—blue for her, red for you. When they return, the other members immediately notice something strange. TW: Implied wlw crushes, pure fluff masterlist

“Rehearsal break!” Sophia called out, clapping her hands as everyone groaned in relief.

Manon stretched her arms above her head dramatically. “Finally. I swear my legs are about to file an official complaint.”

You laughed, grabbing your hoodie from the back of a chair. “You wanna come with me to get slushies? The machine down the street should still be working.”

Manon’s face lit up instantly. “Absolutely. If I don’t get a blue one, I might actually perish.”

You shook your head, smiling. “The stakes are high, I see.”

The two of you slipped out the practice room door while the others collapsed onto the floor like they’d been shot.

The slushie machine hummed like a loyal old friend. Manon already had a cup in hand, filling it with an alarming amount of blue syrup. “You’re going to turn your entire soul blue at this rate,” you said.

“Worth it,” she replied proudly. “Besides, blue is elite.”

You filled yours with red. “Red is clearly superior.”

“Wrong. Objectively.”

“You just don’t want to admit you have bad taste.”

Manon jabbed her straw at you. “Take that back.”

“Make me.” She narrowed her eyes. Then she smiled—bright and mischievous—which made your stomach flip in a way you pretended not to notice.

“Fine,” she said. “We’ll let the universe decide whose is better.”

“How?”

She took a sip of hers, stuck out her tongue—now fully blue—and said, “Whichever color looks cooler.”

You burst out laughing and stuck out your tongue too, showing your very red one. “Ha! Clearly, I win,” you said.

Manon shook her head. “We’ll see what the others think.”

The moment you and Manon walked into the room, conversation stopped. Daniela blinked. “What… happened to your tongues?”

Lara squinted dramatically. “Are they… purple?”

You and Manon exchanged confused looks—then froze. Your slushie colors. Blue + red.

Sophia walked over like a detective solving a case. “Did you two share slushies or something?”

Yoonchae looked personally offended. “Why didn’t you bring us any?”

You shook your head frantically. “We didn’t share them! I had red, she had blue!”

Daniela leaned close, inspecting. “No, no. That’s definitely purple.”

Manon sputtered. “How?! That defies science!”

Sophia raised an eyebrow. “Well… you two were gone a while.”

You and Manon froze. Then the room exploded into chaos.

“No way—did you kiss?!” Lara yelled.

“We DID NOT—” Manon choked.

“That would explain the color…” Megan said thoughtfully.

Yoonchae snapped her fingers. “Mystery solved. They kissed. Case closed.”

“We didn’t!” you and Manon shouted at the same time—way too quickly to sound convincing. The others all exchanged the look. The knowing one. You buried your face in your hands.

Manon groaned into her slushie cup. “Next time,” she muttered, “I’m getting clear water.”

You nudged her gently. “Hey. At least they think we’re interesting.”

Manon peeked at you, cheeks still pink. “…Well, we kinda are.”

And despite the chaos, the teasing, the overly dramatic reenactments Lara was already staging in the background…

You didn’t really mind.

Not if it meant moments like this with her.

Sophia Laforteza x female reader Sophia Laforteza posts a seemingly cute Instagram picture of her girlfriend...and it turned into a meme. TW: just pure fluff masterlist

Sophia had that look on her face again — the “I’m definitely up to something” look — as she leaned across the café table and snapped a quick photo of you.

“Phee,” you groaned, tugging your hood lower. “Delete that. I look like a disgruntled raccoon.”

“You look adorable,” she said, annoyingly sincere, and pressed a kiss to your cheek before returning to her phone. “This is prime girlfriend-content.”

She posted it before you could protest.

The picture was cute… sort of. You were mid-sip, eyes slightly too wide, fingers clutching a cup of iced coffee like it was your only lifeline. Sophia had captioned it:

my baby 🥺☕️💛

You didn’t think much of it—until your phone buzzed. Then buzzed again. Then exploded.

You frowned. “Phee… why is your post at 200,000 likes?”

She blinked. “Already? That was fast.”

That’s when you saw it: Someone had screenshotted your face and posted it on Twitter with the caption:

“When you haven’t slept in 84 years but the iced coffee hits.”

And then another:

“POV: The barista gives you a straw you didn’t ask for.”

And another:

“Me trying to survive on vibes and caffeine alone.”

You covered your face with both hands. “SOPHIA. I’M A MEME.”

She scooted beside you, laughing so hard she almost fell off the chair. “Baby, I’m so sorry—actually no, I’m not, this is adorable—WAIT, look at this one!”

She showed you an edit where someone had photoshopped tiny angel wings onto you. You groaned louder.

Sophia wrapped her arm around your shoulders and pulled you into her. “Hey,” she said softly, still smiling, “if you’re going to become a meme, at least you’re the cutest one on the internet.”

You peeked at her through your fingers. “You owe me unlimited cuddles for this.”

“Deal,” she whispered, kissing your temple. “But I’m still posting more pictures of you.”

“Phee—!”

Too late. Her camera clicked again.