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BRONG MY WIFE BACK HOME PLEASE
STATESIDE: DANIELA AVANZINI SMAU
all the years i put in for the american dream is it worth all the work if you can’t be here with me?
synopsis: when the new premier overwatch league teams are announced, the newest team to be added; katseye find themselves up against some of the most competitive players in the world- including ones that'll flirt to win.
pairing: daniela avanzini x fem!reader
taglist: CLOSED
status: ongoing
guide to overwatch !
PROFILES: T1 | KATSEYE |
WELCOME TO THE LEAGUE
PRE SEASON
FIRST MATCH
WINSTREAK
REVERSE PSYCHOLOGY
love from afar (pt.1) — daniela avanzini
summary: daniela is one of the most popular girls at school, and you’ve been painfully in love with her from a distance since the start. when you get paired together in a class project, things changes.
warnings: angst (with eventual fluff), slowburn, yearning, popular! dani x loser!femreader trope.
a/n: does anyone want the next part? 😛
i mostly wrote this for an anon (thank you for the request i hope you like it!! i’m sorry it took me this long to finish) and @luluvrs <33
you fall in love with daniela on a casual weekday.
it’s not dramatic. it’s not sudden. it builds up quietly, achingly.
it starts in the first week of university. you notice her in your psychology class laughing with her friends, hazel eyes lighting up with happiness and thick curls falling over her shoulders.
you told yourself it was just a small crush. that it would go away in a few days or weeks.
unfortunately ever since you’ve only fell deeper, sitting three rows behind her in class and having to watch her from afar.
even if you’ve never actually talked with her, you still felt like you already knew her.
from the start you’ve felt her presence draw you in, and you’ve noticed everything. how she makes everyone smile and feel included. how she speaks to others like she genuinely cares. how she holds the door open for everyone.
daniela knew everyone, and got invited everywhere. she was popular, but not in that mean way people can expect. she’s kind and sweet in a way that makes your chest feel too full.
you were the complete oposite: mostly focused on school, pretty awkward and shy in social situations, and you didn’t have too many friends.
to you it wasn’t a big deal. you liked the quiet life you had built.
until it came to daniela. she was the exception.
for once in your life it wasn’t enough to love someone like this. you wanted daniela to notice you.
—
your professor announces the project at the best possible time. only three weeks into the semester.
“in the next classes you’ll work on a project that’s gonna be presented by the end of next month. it’s a good opportunity to show competence and get to know each other better. you’ll work in pairs, i’ll choose them.” he informs casually.
your heart starts beating faster at that. you’ve never really liked group projects, mostly having to do all the work every time.
“y/n… and daniela.”
it feels like everything stops. your eyes widen, suddenly awfully aware of what this could mean.
daniela turns in her seat, scanning the room. her hazel eyes land on you.
to your surprise, she smiles. it’s small. polite. curious. it feels like being struck by lightning.
the first time you actually speak to her, is only a few days later. your voice trembles.
“hi.” you barely manage.
“hi.” she says back, softer than you expected. up close, she smells like something clean and warm. like laundry and vanilla.
“uhm… i guess we’re partners.” you mumble a bit awkwardly.
“i guess we are.” she smiles again, and it’s not the distant smile she gives acquaintances. it’s focused. it’s for you.
your chest aches. don’t read into it. don’t make this into something it’s not.
still, the feeling only grows stronger when you start studying together every day.
library afternoons. coffee runs. shared google docs. she starts saving you a seat in class. you start texting about the project, and then about other things.
she asks you questions about the project, about your major, about where you’re from. and she listens. really listens. nodding. maintaining eye contact like what you’re saying matters.
you’re not used to that. you’re used to fading into the background. being the quiet one. the sweet one. the easy one. but daniela treats your words like they’re something to hold.
—
the worst is when you start noticing more the way other people look at her.
the way a girl from her friend group loops an arm through hers. the way a guy in class leans a little too close when he talks to her. the way she smiles at them: warm, easy, effortless.
the same way she smiles at you. that’s the worst part, because she’s kind to everyone. you’re not special.
you try to remind yourself of that when she texts you at midnight and asks if you’re awake.
when you’re on call, and she whispers sleepily “i don’t know what i’d do without you”.
it never works. because how are you supposed to react, when what you feel is anything but casual?
—
it’s worse when the project presentation creeps closer, because this has an expiration date. you both know it.
once the class ends, what reason will she have to keep choosing you? she has friends. options. a life that doesn’t revolve around library tables and shared deadlines.
you have her. you hate how unbalanced and unfair that feels, even though you shouldn’t expect anything.
the night before you present, you’re both still in the library. it’s nearly empty.
she looks tired. her hair is messy. she’s wearing one of those oversized sweaters again, sleeves covering half her hands.
“can i be honest?” she asks suddenly.
your heart stutters. “yeah.” you nod.
“i was kind of nervous when i saw we were paired up.” she admits.
“oh.” you swallow.
“not in a bad way.” she rushes. “i just… i didn’t know you. and you’re quiet. i thought maybe you didn’t like me.”
“what?” you blink.
“you never talked to me. i figured i was just… not your type of person.” she shrugs, looking almost shy.
the irony is cruel. you’ve loved her in silence for weeks and she thought you disliked her.
“i didn’t talk to you because i was nervous.” you admit softly.
“nervous? why?” she asks, confused.
because you’re everything. because you’re bright and kind and i don’t know how to stand next to you without feeling small. you want to say it all, but it sounds stupid. too vulnerable admitting to someone you barely know.
“i’m just bad at starting conversations.” you say instead. it isn’t a lie, just not the whole truth either.
she studies you for a long moment. really studies you, like she’s doubting if you’re telling the truth.
“i’m glad we got paired up.” she says finally.
“me too.” you smile, even though it hurts.
—
presentation day comes and goes in a blur. the both of you wait outside the lecture room, your hands shaking slightly. you hope daniela doesn’t notice.
you both do well. the professor praises your analysis. she squeezes your arm when you sit down.
“we killed that.” she whispers, grinning. you pretend your chest doesn’t tighten at that.
after class, people crowd around her. congratulating. laughing. pulling her into their circle again.
you stand there awkwardly for a second too long before slipping out quietly. you don’t expect her to notice.
“hey!” you hear behind you. she’s jogging to catch up, bag bouncing against her hip.
“you were just going to leave?” she asks, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice.
“i figured you were busy.” you shrug lightly.
“i’m not too busy for you.” she frowns. it’s such a simple sentence, but it undoes you.
you look at her. for a terrifying second, you consider telling her everything. how you’ve been in love with her since the second week of class. how every smile feels like falling in love with her all over again. how you don’t know how to go back to being strangers. but the fear is louder than longing.
“so…” she says, a little softer now. “just because the project’s done doesn’t mean we stop talking. right?”
your heart feels like it’s gonna beat out of your chest. she’s giving you an opening to talk more and become a part of her life, instead of feeling invisible all the time.
“yeah… right.” you say with a short nod.
and this time, when she smiles, it feels different. not distant, not polite, but almost hopeful.
ɪ ᴍᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ (ꜰᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴡʜɪᴍ)
SYNOPSIS: When Y/N and Lara get scouted into T&D, they’re the new girls. Talented, ambitious, and most importantly, severely underprepared for the pressure of idol training.
CONTENT: Lara Raj x 7th Member Fem Reader TAGS: Fluff, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Angst(happy ending though trust!), Yearning
WC: 1.3k
A/N: First fic on tumblr! There may or may not be 6 parts to this depending on interest
Part 2: ive been falling in bad habits, staring into the abyss | part 3
Part 1 (the prologue): i've been falling in bad habits, staring into the abyss
Y/N
Y/N was just a teenage girl trying to survive her senior year when her whole life flipped on its head. Between late-night study sessions, part-time shifts, and the occasional casual performance out on the streets of Vancouver, she never thought her music was much more than a hobby. Then one night, she posted a quick rap cover on a whim, it wasn’t supposed to be serious, just her bedroom and a gaming mic propped up on a stack of textbooks. She went straight to sleep soon after and she'd practically forgotten about it already. By morning, her phone was literally exploding, so much that the notifications had woken her up. Her sharp flow, soft tone, and unmistakable charm caught people’s attention. A few more covers later, she went semi-viral. Her rap covers always got over 100k likes, her occasional song covers pulled in even more, and if she was being honest, her looks probably didn’t hurt either.
Before she could even blink, she’d gained nearly a million followers and started to dream about what it might feel like to make it big one day. Still, she’d never imagined herself in a group, let alone the first global girl group to follow the k-pop training methodology. The closest Y/N had gotten to K-pop was knowing a few BTS and Blackpink songs, maybe one dance challenge. So when she’d received a dm for “HYBE” on a random February evening, she assumed it was a scam- maybe a really weird joke. That was until she looked deeper into it and realized it was real. Somehow, she was being scouted for a global girl group.
She’d literally just turned 18, still trying to figure out what to do after graduation, when everything suddenly became real. She found herself sitting on the couch with her parents, rereading the DM over and over, still convinced it was an elaborate prank. Her dad just squinted at her phone, while her mom alternated between disbelief and excitement. Before Y/N could even process it all, there were hundreds of phone calls, Skype meetings, and an official contract sitting in her email inbox.
The decision came fast, faster than she was ready for. Within a week, Y/N had withdrawn from her high school to finish the school year online. One day she was laughing with her friends in the cafeteria, the next she just… stopped showing up. No goodbyes, she couldn’t even explain what was happening. A few texts here and there, “I’ll tell you everything soon, promise.” But she knew things would never go back to how they were.
She’d sacrificed her friends for this, her life, no one but her parents knew what was happening. No one understood. But Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that this might be her one shot to pursue music, making it big.
In two weeks, she was dragging her heavy suitcase through the YVR Airport, head so full she could barely hear the boarding announcements. The city she’d grown up in, her friends, her school, her comfort zone… It all disappeared beneath the clouds as the plane took off. By the time she landed in Los Angeles, it felt like she’d stepped into a new universe.
Almost immediately, an Uber was sent to pick her up from the airport. The warmth of LA hit her the moment she stepped outside- a sharp contrast to Vancouver’s cold February air. Everything felt different here. In what felt like the blink of an eye, she’d dropped her suitcase off at the shared trainee house and was already on her way to her first practice.
The studio looked like a regular office building, but inside, it was alive. Music pulsed through the walls and a dozen different accents filled the air. Y/N clutched her bag a little tighter, walking with wide eyes. In this studio were nineteen other girls sharing the same impossible dream, and now somehow she was one of them.
She didn’t know where to go first, until a voice broke through all the noise.
“Hey! Welcome to the program. I’m Sophia- it’s super nice to meet you.” Y/N blinked, pleasantly surprised by the warm welcome. “It’s Y/N right?”
And of course, Y/N was even more surprised that Sophia had already known her name “Yeah- it is,” Y/N said, matching her smile. “Nice to meet you too, Sophia.”
Sophia tilted her head, studying her with kind eyes. “So- how are you feeling? I know this can all be a little scary at first.”
“Definelty nervous,” Y/N admitted with a small laugh. “You know, since I feel like I’m the only newbie here, everyone already looks so settled.”
Sophia chuckled softly. “Oh, I get that, but don’t worry, no one's going to judge you for being new. I can introduce you to the others if you’d like! Let me be your first friend here.”
Y/N could feel a little bit of tension leaving her body. “You really don’t have to do that, but thank you. Seriously.”
“Too late,” Sophia said playfully, pulling her into a quick hug. “You’re stuck with me now.” Y/N couldn’t help but laugh.
Sophia pulled back with a grin. “I can already tell, you’re gonna be great competition.”
“Guess we’ll see about that.” Y/N said, feeling a weight being lifted off her shoulders.
After Sophia’s welcome, the rest of the introductions came in a blur. One by one, all the girls gathered around Y/N.
There was Manon who turned out to be a mutual from TikTok, they both laughed in disbelief when they realized. Then Adela who was friendly, but intimidating enough to make Y/N straighten her posture, and Megan who gave a quick “Hi!” before darting off into a practice room.
Everyone had seemed so sure of themselves. They already had inside jokes, shared routines, and even a way they moved through the space. Y/N smiled and nodded through the small talk, but deep down, she couldn’t truly shake the feeling that she’d accidentally stumbled into someone else’s world.
When she’d finally met all the girls, she took a quiet breath, glancing around the room. Mirror lined the walls, the scent of sweat and perfume mixing in the air. It was overwhelming, scary, and exciting all at the same time.
And then, the front door opened again.
The room seemed to still for a second as everyone’s attention shifted. A girl walked in, honey brown skin glowing under the lights of the studio, moon boots making her taller than she probably was, a fur skirt swaying as she moved. A small, intricate bindi adorned on her forehead, she wore her culture loud and proud and every movement exuded confidence. Y/N’s chest tightened, a flutter she hadn’t felt in a long time.
“Hi- sorry I’ve been walking around trying to find this place forever. Is this the right place for trainees?” the girl asked, glancing around.
“Yes it is! Welcome,” Sophia said, motioning her inside.
Sophia leaned toward Y/N, whispering with a teasing grin “Looks like you’re not the only ‘newbie’ here.”
Y/N’s eyes locked on the girl. Her smile was small but warm, and Y/N felt a jolt through her whole body. Her stomach did flips, her fingers tingled, and suddenly the room felt too small. Her heart was pounding so fast, she was almost sure it was loud enough for everyone else to hear.
When the girl introduced herself, her voice was smooth and confident, “I’m Lara, and you?”
Y/N didn’t even realize Lara was talking to her until Sophia gave her a polite nudge. She was caught off guard, cheeks heating up, her voice a pitch too high, “Oh- um, I’m Y/N.”
Their eyes lingered for a little too long, long enough to make Y/N’s pulse stutter. She felt warm all over, her mind buzzing in a way she couldn’t explain. But before long someone from management called for their attention. And just like that the moment was over. Y/N’s heart was still racing, her mind replaying Lara’s smile. Yeah, she was definitely in trouble.

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𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬—𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫—𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠—𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞.
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞-𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬.
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠—𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐎𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲. 𝐎𝐟 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧.
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content/warnings— swearing,, suggestive jokes,, kys jokes,, fluff,, strangers to friends to lovers,, angst,, either full written chapters, half-written chapters, or full social media chapters,, jonah david💔
disclaimer— this is set to be a little bit before the Katseye tour. Dates on the posts are messed up, please keep that in mind!
features— KATSEYE,, drew starkey,, tom blyth,, beabadoobee,, sabrina carpenter
- profiles: thethreeidiots — the katss,, the other katss —
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chapter one - the day I found you (half-written)
chapter two - we find love
chapter three - sofia
chapter four - this side of paradise (half-written)
chapter five - wait
chapter six - if not now, then never
chapter seven - sexy to someone (mostly-written)
chapter eight - falling behind
chapter nine - written in stone (mostly written)
chapter ten - better together
chapter eleven - homewrecker (mostly-written)
chapter twelve - god was showing off
chapter thirteen - girls (fully-written)
chapter fourteen - robbers
chapter fifteen - rein me in (mostly-written)
chapter sixteen - american girls
chapter seventeen - rain dance
chapter eighteen - wide awake
chapter nineteen - oh, gemini (mostly-written)
chapter twenty - in agreement
chapter twenty-one - back to december (written)
chapter twenty-two - free now
chapter twenty-three - gorgeous
A Cinderella Story: Her Photo In My Wallet
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Summary: Time has passed, but not feelings. Sophia still loves the music that she didn’t know was now about her. As for you? Still have the photo and you can feel how close you are to running into your mystery girl again.
Pairings: Sophia Laforteza x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Still Yearning, Small Obsession, Dream Academy Mentioned, Angry Aunty Carla Mentioned Lol
A/N: Expect like 6-7(lol) parts, I didn’t expect engagement on the first day!! Also she’s like so pretty like please just one chance
Part 1
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It had been two months since the concert, and Sophia and Leon still hadn’t fully recovered from the scolding they got the night they came home.
“What were you two thinking?” Sophia’s mother had snapped the second they stepped through the door. “A crowded concert in Manila? Anything could’ve happened!”
Leon had tried to defend them. “But nothing did happen—”
“That’s not the point,” she interrupted, exhausted more than angry.
Usually, Sophia’s mom was calmer, softer with her words, but this time fear had gotten the better of her. Sophia understood. Even while being lectured, she couldn’t stop thinking about the concert lights, the screaming crowd, the feeling of hearing her favorite band live for the first time.
It wasn’t every day a world tour stopped in the Philippines. And honestly?
It had been worth it.
Miles away, Y/N sat inside a recording booth, headphones resting around her neck as unfinished lyrics filled the studio monitors. Her band members watched her from the other side of the glass with knowing smiles.
“You’re writing about her again, aren’t you?” one of them teased.
Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the grin creeping onto her face. “Maybe.”
“The mystery girl strikes again,” another member laughed.
The song had been inspired by the polaroid photo she’d found months ago, the girl she couldn’t stop thinking about. The girl she wanted to meet.
Management, however, wasn’t nearly as amused.
“She can’t keep talking about this random girl,” one manager complained during a meeting. “Especially when nobody even knows who she is.”
All they knew was what she looked like from the photo. A fan. A stranger. Someone Y/N had somehow fallen for without ever hearing her voice.
During one interview, Y/N had casually joked, “I actually have a polaroid of someone I really want to meet someday.”
Fans thought it was funny. Flirty, even.
Only her band members knew she was completely serious.
They had to hear about the girl every single day.
By then, Sophia was in Los Angeles participating in Dream Academy.
Performing had always been her dream, and this was her chance to make it real.
The program was strict. No phones most days, no public appearances, no telling people where they were or what they were competing for. Everything was kept secret while twenty girls trained relentlessly for a spot in the final lineup.
Still, despite the pressure, the girls became close.
Late-night talks in dorm rooms. Quiet encouragement before evaluations. Celebrating tiny victories together.
“We’re all gonna make it somehow,” Lara had said one night, lying across the floor after practice.
Sophia laughed tiredly. “Even if we’re all half dead first.”
Two years passed like that.
Two years of missions, performances, tears, eliminations, and saying goodbye to people they had grown to love. Slowly, the group became smaller and smaller until six girls were chosen.
Sophia.
Lara.
Yoonchae.
Megan.
Daniela.
And Manon.
Together, they became Katseye.
During those same two years, Y/N continued writing songs about the mystery girl in the photograph.
Her band eventually split up, each member wanting different things for their future careers. There were no hard feelings, though. They still talked often, and every now and then Y/N would update them on her ongoing obsession.
“You still haven’t found her?” one of them asked over a video call once.
Y/N leaned back in her chair with a small smile. “Not yet.”
“You’re insane.”
“Probably.”
But deep down, she had a feeling.
Their paths would cross eventually.
She didn’t know how.
She just knew.
Even after becoming a soloist, Y/N’s popularity only grew. Through events, interviews, and mutual friends, she met countless celebrities and rising stars.
One of them was Manon.
The two clicked surprisingly fast, mostly because of shared connections and Manon’s easygoing personality. Y/N admired how hardworking she was despite all the sudden attention surrounding Katseye.
“You’re adjusting well,” Y/N told her one afternoon after an event.
Manon groaned dramatically. “I’m trying. I still feel confused half the time.”
Y/N laughed before handing her phone over. “Here. Put your number in.”
Manon raised a brow. “Seriously?”
“Yeah. If you ever need advice or just wanna talk.”
From then on, the two stayed in touch regularly.
What Y/N didn’t realize yet was just how important that friendship was about to become.
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Love, From Los Angeles
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Summary: A visit turns into a move, and a city full of strangers slowly becomes home because of her. Between a new job, new routines, and late-night talks that make everything feel a little less overwhelming, you start to realise that love might be the one thing that makes LA feel like it was always meant to be yours.
Pairings: idol!megan x nonidol!reader
Warning(s): romance / fluff / jealous megan / long distance (briefly)
A/N: Part 3 is here !! that concludes this little series :) I recommend reading parts one and two before this... or maybe just part 2 so that this one makes sense as it takes place immediately after it
Part 1 - Wheels, Webs and You.
Part 2 - From Trinidad, With Love.
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Megan stayed quiet for a little while after that. Not awkward quiet, just thinking quiet.
Her thumbs rubbed slowly against your waist while the apartment hummed softly around both of you as the AC ran gently overhead.
Then finally, she let out, '…You know I’d want you here, right?'
You smiled faintly, 'Ah kinda pick up on dat.'
'I mean seriously.' Her voice softened again. 'Like—not just visiting.'
This is actually a masterpiece, legit cried

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synopsis: When Sophia Laforteza takes eyekons’ recommendation to listen to rising self-produced band Cxrdinal, she doesn’t expect to become obsessed with their music—or their infuriatingly attractive frontwoman.
pairing: sophia laforteza x masc! reader
status: ONGOING
profiles: cxrdinal | katseye
CXRDINAL'S DISCOGRAPHY
chapters:
working hard
who is cxrdinal
losers
trending
crash course
gorjus
rhea
coming soon!
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WHERE TF THE FUNCTION 🎧 LARA RAJ
SYPNOSIS 🎧 lara raj and y/n y/l/n have been best friends since middle school, but drift apart in college. one day y/n’s brother fraternity needs a DJ last min, and y/n knows exactly who to call.
PAIRING 🎧 LARA RAJAGOPALAN X FEM READER
STATUS 🎧 ON-GOING
UPDATES 🎧 ONCE A WEEK
🎧 PLAYLIST
TOP FLOOR ENT | AZK SISTERS | EZK BROS
1 . a dj
2 . a favor
3. baby's first frat party (written)
4 . gatekeeping
5 . glaze
6 . time-out
7 . pizza pizza
8 . ur drunk
9 . on the floor
10 . monday
11 . frat car wash (written)
12 . scammers
13 . it's not like that
14 . bestfriends my ass
15 . worried
16 . i got vip
17 . put your head on my shoulder (written)
18 . announcement
19 . y2k party (written)
20 . is sohee alive?
21 . possessive much
22 . it's megan
23 . jerseys
24 . with megan (written)
25 . passanger princess era
26 . wtf is happening
27 . kickball (written)
28 . clinking
29 . but i want uuu
30 . beach date (written)
31 . fomo
32 . i luv froyo (written)
33 . a proposition
34 . chefin' it up (written)
35 . wtf is happening pt2
36 . can i
37 . back n forth
38 . family time
39 . jell-o shots (written)
40 . five bottles of vodka
41 . green light, yellow light, red light (written)
42 . #wheretheheckismanon
43 . thinking
44 . touch u
45 . keys (written)
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50 .
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Crawling back to you —Lara Raj ✧ chapter 9 ✧
summary: The rising global popstar sensation Lara Raj, who has a boyfriend, is confused with her feelings after meeting her ex-situationship—Y/N in a snowboarding hangout with Manon. Y/N who treated her the best out of all her exes. Y/N who Lara left to pursue her career. Y/N who always loved snowboarding and was the one who first taught Lara about it.
content: snowboarder!yn x idol!Lara, Katseye, Santos Bravos (Kenneth as your little brother)
cw: cursing..
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a/n: perra means bitch by the way 😋
Crawling back to you —Lara Raj
summary: The rising global popstar sensation Lara Raj, who has a boyfriend, is confused with her feelings after meeting her ex-situationship—Y/N in a snowboarding hangout with Manon. Y/N who treated her the best out of all her exes. Y/N who Lara left because she wanted to find someone else new. Y/N who always loved snowboarding and was the one who first taught Lara about it.
content: fem!reader snowboarder!yn x idol!Lara, Katseye, Santos Bravos (Kenneth as y/n's little brother)
cw: cursing...
Taglist: @bloodredpeach @meganswhxre @haerinkisser @scarly07 @katsattorney @rockstxrr @visionsoffutile @yournextdooralien @sp1key0 @andyyyyy14 @kpopluver167 @martyyy7 @urwavvy @pinkdreadheadd @lararajjs @melaninjhs @skz-xii @everygayhere @ctrlamira @jojifolklore @linnnsworld @xiiaann @mouselyn @kfzxmnz1 @sondrsx @czechsooth @megan-meimei-skiendiel @justlurkingforyou @kianthegirlkisser
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♪ Masterlist ♪
profiles: the unemployed spoiled kids | KATSEYE
I. Spoiled kid
II. about you
III. lara's staring
IV. sports car
V. try?
VI. Flyburg
VII. why are they after me
VIII. argument no. 1
IX. bitch
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