maia

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daniziniela

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she's just happy to be there 😂❗️

imma post this now bc if i keep looking at it i'm gonna keep finding mistakes and end up deleting it #artiststruggles

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how katseye would react to you dressing futch

pairing :: ot5 katseye x futch!reader

cw :: slightly suggestive, (baby’s first…) smau, 7th member!au, fluff/affection, barely proofread im sleepy

sleuthing eyekons have managed to dig up some of your old photos from the pre-SIS era— it only took two hours for #futchy/n to start trending all over tiktok and twitter.

and with the traction the rest of futcheye has been getting, management has finally let you ditch the pastel skirts and soft makeup, and embrace your grunge roots to help promote the beautiful chaos era.

so you brought back your shaggy wolfcut, the piercings all over your ears, on your eyebrow and lips, and the baggy clothes.

one last thing: the girls had no idea what was coming.

# sophia’s solo live

sophia’s hunched over a bowl of instant ramyeon, slurping noodles while she reads the chat and talks in between bites. she’s mid-answering a question about her skincare routine when the bedroom door creaks open.

without looking, “is that you, mahal? you’re back early.”

user01 ‘mahal’ #NEEDTHATT

you walk in. lip piercing catches the low light, plaid pants hanging low on your hips, graphic tee torn just right at the collar. you’re sipping from the thick straw poked into your bubble tea, one hand carrying another sealed cup—sophia’s favourite order.

she freezes mid-noodle pull and they hang from her lips. you glance at her, she slowly swallows.

she doesn’t say anything at first, just looks you up and down as she tries to contain the growing smile on her face (and the warm blush creeping up her neck).

“y/n…?” she swallows, clearing her throat in a poor attempt to regain her composure.

“got you your favourite, surprise.” you flash her a big grin as you place her drink in front of her.

“…this is the surprise?” she blinks up at you in disbelief, already pulling you down by the arms next to her on the couch. one of your arms drape behind her shoulders, sparing the chat a quick greeting before immediately turning your attention back to the filipina.

“i can’t believe you didn’t tell me. i’m not complaining about it, though.”

she tries to keep the conversation she was having with the chat going, but everyone can tell how distracted she is. her hands are everywhere, one running through your new haircut, then snaking over your thigh just below where the camera cuts off. it seemed as if seeing this side of you unleashed some possessive streak within her.

her unspoken message was loud and clear — you were all hers and hers only.

she hand creeps dangerously far up your inner thigh, and she can’t help but make eye contact with you through the reflection of the live under the guise of looking at the live chat.

you snicker into her shoulder, trying to hide the way your cheeks warmed under her touch. only sophia could somehow turn your surprise around into making you the flustered one.

user02 damn girl no one’s taking her from you😭😭😭😭

user03 sophia hands where we can see them

user04 SON/N MY PARENTS ARE BACK

# manon’s solo live

user01 have you seen y/n’s predebut pics??

manon can’t help the smirk that forms on her face, the corners of her lips quirking up. her hand moves up to stifle a giggle.

”y/n’s old pictures? yeah, that was like, a different person. oh! have you guys seen that one of her— hold on. she looked so different in this one.“

she pulls out her photos app and scrolls back, seemingly already having the photo downloaded. eventually, she flips her phone around to show a picture of you in a pair of black washed low rise jorts, a loose grey muscle tee, and layers of gold jewellery around your neck. you had short messy layers, but beyond your old style there was something else that immediately caught eyekons’ eyes.

user02 IS THAT WHT I THINK IT IS????

user03 oh we were NOT meant to see this one

user04 y/n smokes?

between two of your fingers was indeed a cigarette, a faint puff of smoke was still leaving your mouth. as the comments flooded in, freaking out about this new side of you, manon quickly realised her mistake.

“oh, shit—!” she whipped the phone back around, side eyeing the camera with an awkward chuckle. “okay, maybe not that one. can you guys just, like, erase that photo of y/n from your memories now?”

as if right on cue, the door behind her opens “what photo of me?” you pry, happening to catch the last bit of her sentence before walking in.

“babe—!” manon whips her head around, immediately hiding her phone against her chest in a panic, until she processes the sight in front of her.

you looked as if you were pulled straight out from that photo, outfit almost exactly the same. manon practically chokes on air, rapidly blinking as she looks between the you in the photo and the you standing right there in her room. her mouth agape, she lets out a dry scoff while you walk over.

“are you live now?” you stand behind her chair, looking at the phone and waving to the camera with a smile. “hey, guys!”

“wha… sorry, do i know you?” her voice came out low as her eyes were trained onto you, livestream fully forgotten while her hands came up to pull you in by the waist. your hands moved over hers to remove them and hold them instead, still conscious of the number of eyes on both of you.

you looked down and noticed the bright screen in her lap still displaying the photo manon was showing off earlier. “you seem very familiar, actually.” you tease, nodding to the photo. “so you like it?” you gesture vaguely to your outfit, cocking an eyebrow.

she just blinks up at you, and luckily for her the camera couldn't catch how dilated her pupils were from that angle. her bottom lip is caught between her teeth, eyebrows raised in an expression that conveys all the thoughts you both know you couldn’t speak out loud before a small laugh escapes her.

“mhm...” is all she finally manages out, fingers hooking into your belt hoops. “i could definitely get used to this, ma.”

user05 earth to manon

user06 right in front of my salad…

# daniela’s solo live

daniela is sat on the studio floor, still in sweatpants and a fitted tank top. her curls are pulled into a messy bun, face still flushed from rehearsal.

“okay, okay, i’ll answer one more question before i head off. y’all are wild today…!”

she squints at the phone screen, reading through some comments as she chuckles softly.

the studio door creaks open, and you walk in. a black tank top loose enough to show the tattoos on your ribs, layered chains, and low-slung cargos.

you give her a lazy nod. “you still live? hi, eyekons!”

daniela’s jaw is on the floor. you notice the way her eyes flick from your lip ring, to your tattoos, back to your face. she stares in silence like she’s studying every detail, and it was a lot to take in.

“damn, mami.”

her voice was barely loud enough for the microphone to pick up on it, but the shape of her lips made it easy to decipher her words.

user01 IS THAT Y/N???

user02 dani calling y/n mami fork found in kitchen

user03 y/n looks sooo bf today

she half heartedly claps her hand over her mouth after she processed her words, but without enough conviction for you to think she really cares. you lean against the wall with both hands in your pockets, eyebrows raised in amusement.

“you good, dani?” you respond, smug. it was hard to not let her reaction get to your head.

her eyes continue to shamelessly roam all over your body, eyebrows furrowing together. “what are you wearing?”

you shrug, slowly walk over and settle next to her. ”going back to my roots. do you like it?” your thigh presses up against hers and you feel the way she tenses.

before daniela could even respond, you reach up and adjust her necklace slightly, fingers brushing against her collarbone as you fix it.

“wasn’t sitting right,” you mumble softly. her pupils dilate and her back straightens ever so slightly. you make eye contact with her again, and she's just staring. brown eyes meet your through her thick lashes, and in that moment it was like you two were the only beings in the universe, the livestream long forgotten.

user04 get a room PLEASE

user05 i just know they get freaky as hell

user06 @/user04 NO DON’T RUIN THIS FOR US

”we’re going to have to end this live early,” she finally speaks up. “i need a cold shower.”

”need company?”

she glares at you, her usual laugh sounds hollow as she fails to downplay the tension in the room. a beat passes, and your hand reaches over hers on the floor, brushing it gently.

“yeah, that’s it. you guys don’t need to see the rest of this, right?” daniela’s already grabbing for her phone, reaching for the ‘end live’ button. the last thing eyekons see is your huge, knowing grin before it cuts to black.

# megan’s solo live

megan was mid-sentence during a story about another one of her behind-the-scenes antics (that according to her: is entirely manon’s fault) when she caught a glimpse of you entering the frame. she blinked a couple times, stuttering.

“…so then i was telling the staff that—uh… h-hold on… sorry, what??”

she watches as you approach the phone, waving and greeting the viewers with a smile, far too nonchalant. she takes it all in, the hair, the rings, your oversized flannel. megan tries to keep it together but the she is visibly flushed, giggling nervously as you got closer.

“this is… new.”

“mhm, the big bosses let me dress like myself again,” you explained with a smile, doing a quick fit check for the live before taking a seat next to her on the bed.

she hasn’t been able to tear her eyes away from you. she looked between you and the camera, staring in a combination of shock and attraction.

“did- did you guys know about this?” she pointedly questions the chat, seeing a flurry of equally confused viewers.

user01 WHO DAT IN THE BACKKK

user02 megan’s blushinggg LMAO

you catch a glimpse of the latest comment and grin, turning to see her for yourself. sure enough, her cheeks were dusted a shade of pink. she seems to have noticed and scrambles to change the subject.

“yeah, you— uh… you look good. really different.”

a soft laugh escapes you before you casually lean back on the bed. “good different?” she manages a simple nod before continuing to admire your new look. she tilts her head and you can practically hear the gears whirring from where you’re seated, no matter how casual she’s trying to appear.

“soooo, the piercings? did you have to redo them? it’s been, like, two years since you’ve worn them regularly, right?”

you grinned at her, tapping the spikes on your eyebrow to give the audience a better look. “not as bad as you think. i didn't need to redo them, just had to clean ‘em up a bit. thankfully they didn’t fully close up.”

she nodded like she was processing the information, but it was obvious her mind was far elsewhere. “and what about these—?” she reached for your hands, admiring the shiny rings on them.

she tilted your hands around, thumb sneaking over your veins just slowly enough to be intentional. her eyes almost looked glossed over—deep, deep in her imagination.

user03 my dream necklace 💗

user04 #futcheye is alive and well god bless

“wait…” her eyes narrowed in on a specific chunky silver ring. it was a simple silver band with a ring of stars engraved on the exterior—the matching rings you two had gotten when you first met at the start of DA.

the blush on megan’s face somehow grew deeper. “i didn’t know you still had that.” her voice was softer now, lacking that teasing edge from moments ago. her gaze travels back up to meet yours, lingering long enough for fans to definitely clip it by tomorrow morning.

“yeah! this— you, you look… this is just, really working for you.” her voice dips into that higher register again as she leans back slightly, unaware of how close the two of you had gotten.

the tension had broken, but it was impossible to miss the way the tips of her ears were practically burning red now.

user05 mein/n wedding rings!!!

user06 my mein/n heart <3

# lara’s solo live

“y’all, i… can i even answer that? i feel like y’all already know my answer, though,”

lara’s laugh rings through the living room. she’s somehow ended up on the topic of discussing her type with the eyekons.

user01 she loves her mascs wbk

user02 i’d turn gay just for lara… just one chance

user03 another loss for the fems :(

she stares at the chat long and hard while she contemplates, but without any supervision from her fellow members, lara was a little less… filtered.

she broke with a giggle. “fine. you guys got me, i like mascs, okay? yeah yeah, you all saw it coming, whatever.”

“i guess i find myself drawn to the whole dark, mysterious thing. i knowww it’s cliche as hell, but like, it’s intriguing for a reason, guys,” she defended herself.

“oh, word?”

lara’s head whips around so fast she could’ve almost actually gotten whiplash. as if she summoned you, you stood in the doorway — almost tauntingly with your transformation.

you were in an oversized sweatshirt, a pair of jorts that ended just below the knee, and a black beanie. your mouth was caught in a knowing smirk, internally laughing at the perfectly coincidental timing.

lara, on the other hand, looks like she wants to devour you. her eyes widen significantly as a low chuckle escapes her, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.

user04 HELLO??

user05 not her type literally walking in rn omfg

user06 describing her type and it’s just y/n…

“wow,” is all she has to say for once. she gives you a proper once over, looking you up and down. she beckons you over and turns to the chat while you walk closer. “i’m gonna need a minute, guys…”

you give a brief hello to the chat, suddenly a lot more flustered. you forget how easy it is to feel self conscious under lara’s intense gaze.

“were you waiting at the door?” “no! i swear, it was a complete coincidence.” she looks up at you suspiciously, but her hands say otherwise.

you’re standing next to her chair now, half your body out of frame. her hands immediately grab onto your hips to pull you closer, “you know damn well what you’re doing, coming in here looking like this.”

you just shrug, giving your best nonchalant smile. as if her warm hands weren’t leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

the hand that’s out of frame snakes under the fabric of your shirt, thumb reaching for the bare skin. it swipes over the fabric of your waistband peeking out. as soon as she feels the elastic, her eyes dart up to yours and her eyebrows raise.

you couldn’t do anything but match her expression, an unspoken challenge.

“she’s lucky i’m live right now.”

that one sentence was enough for the chat to explode to new extremes and for the warmth in your cheeks to fully consume you, spreading down to your chest.

user07 no guys they just have deep friend love

user08 WHAT DID SHE SAY?????

“you can’t just say that…!” you offer a weak rebuttal. between her words and her hungry expression, it was hard to come up with anything beyond that.

“you gonna shut me up then, babe?”

lara grins back at you. one of your hands finds her hair and strokes her scalp, you look down at her with hooded eyes.

with a sharp yank, she pulls you down by the collar, forcing you to play along with some ‘emergency meeting’ they suddenly had to attend, and therefore needing to cut the live short.

user09 foreplay on main is CRAZYY