Early mornings…. 🐦‍⬛✨🍎☃️🐠

texts with Ot6!Katseye as your client & gf

summary: Random texts between you and your menace of a client girlfriend

warnings: just slightly suggestive, fluff(for Yoonchae), tattoo

pairings: client!katseye x artist!femreader

author's note: I'm bored so I tried to do texts🤷‍♀️

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Manon Bannerman

Sophia Laforteza

Daniela Avanzini

Lara Raj

Megan Skiendiel

Yoonchae Jeung

Pairing: Sorority!Sophia Laforteza X Fem Skater!Reader

ㅤㅤ`` Was such a bad idea

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤI can't get enough...ˊˊ

Content warnings: Smau + Written, Faceclaim is like any curly haired girl or Asal, Y/ns stupid asl, cursing, substance use, smut, angst, Y/ns fucked up, conflict, violence, homophobia, enemies to lovers, background Megara, slight maphinz

Summary: Sophia and Y/n have hated each other since Yn tripped Sophia on her skateboard in front of Sophia's crush and Sophia, in retaliation stuck gum in Y/n's hair in 10th grade. But then they figure out they're both going to Dream Academy, the hatred grows, but so does something else.

Status: Starting soon!

Featuring: Man haters + Yoonchae│WE all hate Y/n

A/N: Lowkey my first fic in a few years, AND my first smau, so don't expect the best, but hey I'll have my fun.

Chapters:

One

Two

Three

Four

Head over heels

OT6 AU

James x Reader

Summary: James likes you a LOT… and it’s pretty obvious

Genre: fluff

MASTERLIST

Requests are open!!

You do not realize when it starts.

That is the thing about James. Nothing with him starts loudly. It builds in the background like a song you didn’t notice playing until suddenly it is your favorite.

You are part of the group. That means chaos is normal. Noise is normal. Being around each other constantly is normal. So at first the way James gravitates toward you does not stand out.

Until it does.

It is small things. Practice formations where he somehow always ends up near you even when the positions change. Waiting for you before leaving a room even when everyone else already walked out. Handing you water without asking like he just knows.

Nobody says anything at first.

But they notice.

You notice too.

“Why do you always give me your water?” you ask one day, half laughing as he presses the bottle into your hand again.

“You forget to drink,” he says simply.

“That is not true.”

“You forgot yesterday.”

You pause.

“…okay but that was one time.”

He raises an eyebrow because it was not one time.

James does not say it like he is calling you out. He says it like it is normal that he pays attention. Like noticing you is just part of his routine.

And that is what feels different.

With everyone else James is loud. Teasing. Dramatic. But with you there is this softness under everything. Even when he jokes there is this carefulness like he never wants to push too far.

It becomes obvious during schedules.

You mention offhand that stage lights dry your throat. You complain for two seconds and forget about it.

The next day he brings throat candy.

You stare at him.

“What?” he says, suddenly awkward.

“You went out and bought this?”

He shrugs. “You said your throat hurt.”

You do not know what to say to that. Because nobody remembers tiny comments like that unless they care a lot.

Across the room one of the members watches this entire interaction with a look that screams oh my god.

James ignores them. He is watching you open the candy like that was the whole point.

You start noticing how his mood connects to yours.

If you are tired he gets quieter. If you are excited he matches it instantly. If you are stressed he hovers without hovering, staying close but not making it obvious.

He learns your tells before you realize you have them.

“You’re overthinking,” he says one practice day.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You’re doing the face.”

“What face?”

He gestures vaguely. “The face where you think you’re doing bad but you’re not.”

You stare at him.

It is terrifying to be known like that.

The members definitely know.

They start leaving space next to you on purpose. They start sending James to get you when you are in another room. The teasing becomes less subtle and more constant.

“James your person is calling you.”

“I am not a dog.”

“Go.”

You laugh but James still gets up.

Every time.

There is no hesitation. That is what gets you. He never acts like being around you is a chore. It looks like the easiest decision he makes all day.

The moment it really hits you happens in the van.

You are exhausted. Head against the window, half asleep, group chatter fading into background noise. The van stops suddenly and your head jerks forward.

James’ hand catches you before you hit anything.

It is quick. Instinctive.

His hand stays there for a second after.

“You good?” he asks quietly.

You nod, still sleepy.

He does not move his hand until you lean back again. And even then his arm stays slightly in front of you like a barrier.

Protective without making it obvious.

You stare at his sleeve because if you look at his face you might understand too much.

Later that night you sit on the practice room floor, stretching, everyone else scattered around. Music is low. The energy is calm.

James drops beside you with a tired groan, shoulder bumping yours.

“You did good today,” he says.

You huff. “I messed up the second chorus.”

“You fixed it the next run.”

“That doesn’t count.”

“It does,” he says, softer now.

You glance at him. He is already looking at you. Not casually. Not joking. Just… certain.

“You’re way harder on yourself than anyone else is,” he adds.

The words land heavier than they should.

“Why do you notice stuff like that?” you ask before you can stop yourself.

He freezes for half a second.

Then he looks down, picking at the floor. That is rare. James does not avoid eye contact unless something matters.

“I don’t know,” he says. “I just do.”

But you know.

You know before he says it.

You start feeling it in the almost moments.

When your hands brush and neither of you pulls away fast enough. When he laughs and looks at you first. When you walk into a room and his whole face changes like something just got better.

One night you are filming something stupid for content. Everyone is loud, arguing about a game, pushing each other on the couch.

You end up squeezed next to James.

Your knees touch. Neither of you moves.

He leans closer to say something and you feel his breath near your ear. It is normal. It should be normal. But your brain refuses to treat it like normal.

“You’re cheating,” he whispers.

“I am not cheating.”

“You’re literally hiding cards.”

You laugh, leaning into him without thinking. His shoulder goes tense for a second like he noticed too much, then relaxes.

The camera is still rolling. The members are still yelling. But there is this tiny bubble around you two where everything feels quieter.

Later, when filming ends, nobody moves right away.

You stay on the couch scrolling. James stays too even though everyone else leaves.

Silence with James is never awkward. That might be the most dangerous part.

“You tired?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

He nods like that answer matters.

There is a pause.

“Can I say something without you freaking out?” he asks.

You laugh nervously. “That sentence always leads to freaking out.”

He rubs the back of his neck. Nervous again. That almost never happens unless it is you.

“I like you,” he says.

Simple. No dramatic speech. No buildup.

Just truth.

You stare at him.

“I know that’s risky because we’re in the same group,” he continues quickly, words rushing now. “And I don’t want to make anything weird. I just… it’s been a while. And I didn’t want you to think all the stuff I do is random.”

Your chest feels tight.

Because it was never random.

“You remember everything I say,” you whisper.

He nods once. “Yeah.”

“You wait for me.”

Another nod.

“You always sit next to me.”

He lets out a small embarrassed laugh. “I try not to make that obvious.”

“It is obvious,” you say.

He winces slightly.

Silence stretches. Not heavy. Just real.

“What if it messes things up?” you ask quietly.

His answer is immediate.

“Then I’ll deal with that. I just didn’t want to pretend I don’t feel it.”

That is James. Honest even when it is scary.

You look at him and suddenly all the small moments replay. Every hoodie. Every water bottle. Every time he looked proud of you for something tiny.

Nobody does that by accident.

“You’re kind of unfair,” you murmur.

He blinks. “What?”

“You liked me in the most obvious quiet way possible.”

He smiles, nervous and hopeful at the same time. “Is that bad?”

You shake your head.

“No,” you say. “It’s… really hard not to like you back.”

He freezes.

Actually freezes.

“You what?”

You laugh because James, who is confident about everything else, looks completely shocked right now.

“I like you too,” you say, softer. “I think I have for a while. I just didn’t want to ruin the group either.”

His expression shifts into something you have never seen before. Relief mixed with disbelief mixed with happiness he is trying very hard not to explode with.

“That’s crazy,” he says under his breath.

“You confessed first.”

“Yeah but I thought I was going to suffer alone.”

You laugh again and he looks at you like that laugh is the best outcome possible.

Nothing dramatic happens after.

No big kiss. No movie moment.

James just leans back on the couch, exhaling like he has been holding his breath for months. Your shoulders touch again, but this time it feels different. Not uncertain. Not almost.

Intentional.

“So… what now?” you ask.

He glances at you, smile small but bright.

“Now I still bring you water,” he says. “Just with official permission.”

You roll your eyes but you are smiling.

“Idiot.”

“Your idiot,” he says automatically, then immediately looks embarrassed.

You stare at him.

“…okay that was cringe.”

“Yeah,” he groans, covering his face.

You laugh so hard you lean into him and this time he does not tense. His arm comes around you naturally like it has been waiting to.

Across the room a member walks back in, sees the position, and slowly backs out again.

James notices and mutters, “We’re never hearing the end of this.”

“Definitely not.”

But neither of you moves.

Because the truth is nothing actually changes. Not the important parts. He still waits for you. Still notices things. Still looks at you like you matter more than he planned.

The only difference is now you do not pretend not to notice.

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