GayForGirls

mostly imagines of K-pop idols and actors, but I can do any <3

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Masterlist

I mainly write for K-pop groups, but don't be afraid to request anything else! <3

K-pop groups (+katseye)

actors

singers

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"One Second Too Long"

Daniela Avanzini x 7thmember! female reader masterlist

The bass reverberated through the stadium, the sea of light sticks swaying in perfect rhythm as Katseye delivered the final performance of the night.

The energy was electric.

You couldn't stop grinning as you danced across the stage, your confidence growing with every cheer that echoed through the venue. Sweat glistened on your skin beneath the bright lights, but it only added to the exhilaration of performing alongside the people you loved most.

As your verse approached, the broadcast camera found you.

The massive screens displayed a close-up of your face, capturing your radiant smile as you sang effortlessly into your headset mic. You reached your hand toward the crowd, encouraging them to sing with you, and the arena answered with deafening enthusiasm.

Your eyes sparkled as you laughed, clearly feeding off the audience's excitement. The moment felt natural. Unscripted. Beautiful. The camera director made a seamless transition.

Now it was Daniela's turn on the big screen.

She had just turned toward you for the next formation, expecting nothing more than another cue in the choreography.

Instead...

She forgot herself.

Her gaze settled on you, and everything else seemed to blur into the background.

The lights.

The audience.

The cameras.

None of it mattered.

All Daniela could see was you.

The way you smiled so freely.

The joy that danced across your features.

The confidence you carried without even trying.

You looked breathtaking.

Daniela's lips curved into the softest smile, one that only appeared when she wasn't thinking. Her eyes lingered on you with unmistakable admiration, so open and affectionate that it almost felt too intimate for thousands of people to witness.

The camera stayed on her.

The audience immediately noticed.

The screams grew louder.

Across social media, clips of the moment spread within minutes.

"Daniela is STARING." "Girl is absolutely enchanted." "That is NOT a friendship look." "Someone tell Daniela she's on live television."

Daniela didn't hear any of it.

She was still looking at you.

As the choreography brought you closer together, you glanced in her direction.

Your eyes met.

There it was.

That familiar look Daniela always had whenever she thought you weren't paying attention.

Soft.

Fond.

Like she was seeing something precious.

A smile tugged at your lips.

Without breaking choreography, you flashed her the tiniest grin.

Daniela's heart skipped.

She quickly looked away, laughing to herself as a blush spread across her cheeks.

"Oh, she's flustered!" one fan screamed from the barricade, loud enough that a few nearby fans burst into laughter.

You bit back your own smile and continued dancing, but every time your formations crossed, you caught Daniela sneaking another glance.

Every. Single. Time.

By the end of the song, confetti rained from above as the six of you gathered together for the final pose.

The crowd roared so loudly that the stage almost seemed to shake. As everyone waved goodbye, you drifted beside Daniela. She was still smiling to herself.

You leaned closer. "So..."

She looked at you innocently. "So?"

"You know the camera caught you staring, right?"

Daniela froze.

"...It did?"

"It definitely did."

She covered her face with both hands.

You laughed, the sound making her peek through her fingers.

"It wasn't that obvious..."

You simply raised an eyebrow.

Daniela groaned dramatically.

"I'm never surviving the edits."

"You probably won't."

She sighed before looking at you again, her expression softening almost instantly. "I couldn't help it."

Your teasing smile faded into something gentler. "No?"

She shook her head.

"You looked..." She hesitated, searching for the right words. "Like the most beautiful person on that stage."

Heat rushed to your cheeks. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The rest of the members were busy waving to fans, completely unaware of your quiet conversation.

"You always say things like that," you murmured.

"Because they're true."

Your heart fluttered. Without thinking, you slipped your hand into hers for just a second, hidden behind the bouquet of confetti at your feet.

Daniela's fingers instinctively squeezed yours. The contact lasted only a heartbeat before you both let go. It was enough.

As the members gathered together for one final bow, Daniela stole one last glance at you.

This time, you caught her immediately.

Instead of teasing her, you simply smiled. The same smile that had completely stolen her attention in the first place.

Daniela smiled back, unable to hide it anymore. Somewhere online, fans were already replaying the clip frame by frame, convinced they'd just witnessed the softest moment of the night.

They weren't wrong.

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"In Love"

Megan Skiendiel x 7thmember!female reade masterlist

The arena pulsed with energy.

Thousands of voices echoed through the venue, singing every lyric back to Katseye as colourful lights swept across the crowd. It was the end of the song, and the members spread out across the stage, feeding off the audience's excitement.

You couldn't stop smiling.

The adrenaline, the cheers, the warmth of your members beside you—it all felt surreal. As your part came up, the giant screens suddenly switched to a close-up of you.

You didn't even notice at first.

You were too busy laughing after making eye contact with a fan in the front row, your smile bright and effortless as you sang into your headset mic. The camera captured every little detail: the sparkle of your eyes beneath the stage lights, the way a few strands of hair framed your face, and the confidence that seemed to radiate from you.

The crowd cheered.

Backstage, fans watching the livestream immediately started clipping the moment. Then the camera changed.

It found Megan.

She had just glanced at you, but instead of looking away after hitting her mark...

She froze. Her expression softened in a way she'd never be able to explain. Her eyes lingered on you just a second too long.

The corners of her lips lifted into the smallest, most genuine smile, and there was something unmistakably tender in her gaze. Like she'd completely forgotten there were cameras, thousands of fans, and an entire performance happening around her.

She just... looked at you. Mesmerized. You looked like you belonged under every spotlight in the world. The camera operator, sensing the moment, stayed on Megan for another beat.

The audience screamed. Online, the livestream chat exploded.

"MEGAN'S FACE???" "SHE LOOKS SO IN LOVE." "Someone check on Megan because she forgot she was performing." "THE WAY SHE'S LOOKING AT HER—HELLO???"

You finally noticed. Your eyes met hers across the stage. Megan blinked as if she'd been caught and a blush dusted her cheeks despite the cool arena air.

You couldn't help it. You smiled at her. Not the practiced idol smile you'd perfected over countless performances.

A real one.

Warm.

Soft.

Just for her. Megan's composure almost disappeared.

She laughed quietly to herself, shaking her head before looking down for a split second, trying—and failing—to hide how flustered she'd become. You gave her the tiniest wink and her heart nearly stopped.

Every time your paths crossed during choreography for your other songs, Megan found herself stealing another glance. And every single time, you caught her.

By the final pose, the two of you stood side by side, breathing heavily as the crowd roared.

As the confetti began to fall, you leaned just enough for only Megan to hear.

"You were staring."

Her eyes widened. "I was not."

"You absolutely were."

"I was focused."

You raised an eyebrow.

"On me?" you teased. Megan covered her face for a second, laughing in complete defeat.

"...Maybe a little."

"A little?"

She looked at you with that same expression the cameras had caught earlier—soft, completely unguarded.

"I just..." she admitted quietly. "You looked so beautiful."

For a moment, the deafening crowd seemed to disappear. Your cheeks warmed.

"You always know how to make me blush."

"I wasn't trying to."

"I know."

You reached over, subtly intertwining your pinky with hers where the audience couldn't easily see. Megan smirked instantly.

Neither of you noticed another camera catching the tiny gesture before it cut away.

The internet, however, definitely would.

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"Edited Or Not?"

Megan Skiendiel x 7thmemberfem!reader masterlist

The dorm was unusually quiet. Too quiet.

You frowned as you walked into the living room, your overnight bag still hanging from your shoulder after returning from a solo schedule. The moment the front door clicked shut, you noticed something strange.

Sophia looked down at her phone, biting her lip. Daniela was facing the wall, shoulders shaking. Lara had a pillow pressed over her face. Yoonchae outright sprinted into the kitchen.

"...Why does it feel like everyone's hiding something?"

Before anyone could answer, Manon appeared from around the corner with the biggest grin you'd ever seen.

"Oh, perfect timing." You narrowed your eyes. "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything." That smile said otherwise.

She held up her phone. "I just think you should watch this." You sighed.

"...Manon."

"No, trust me." Curiosity won. You leaned over as she hit play.

The video opened on Megan, clearly in the dorm while you were away.

"I miss her." Someone behind the camera laughed. "Megan, she's been gone for literally two days." "I know." Megan dramatically flopped face-first onto the couch. "I miss my girlfriend." Another laugh. "You texted her like...twenty minutes ago." "That was TWENTY MINUTES AGO." The camera zoomed in dramatically. "I love her so much." "Aww." "No, seriously." She sat up, clutching a throw pillow. "She's so pretty."

You couldn't stop smiling.

"She's so talented." Sophia's voice came from behind the camera. "You're embarrassing yourself." "I DON'T CARE." Megan hugged the pillow tighter. "I hope she's eating." "I hope she's sleeping enough." "I hope she remembers how amazing she is." Lara snorted. "Megan." "I wanna hold her hand." "I wanna hug her." "I wanna squish her cheeks." "I wanna bite—" The camera shook violently as everyone burst into laughter. "You WHAT?" "I SAID WHAT I SAID." More laughter. Megan hid behind the pillow. "I love her so much." There was a dramatic sigh. "I'm literally suffering."

The video ended. Silence, You blinked and then looked up.

"..." Manon was already recording your reaction.

"So?"

You covered your mouth, trying—and failing—to hide your smile. "She's ridiculous."

"She is." Sophia nodded solemnly.

"We've had to deal with this for forty-eight hours."

"It was nonstop," Daniela added.

"Every five minutes," Lara said.

"'I wonder what she's doing.'"

"'Do you think she misses me?'" Yoonchae mimicked perfectly.

"'Should I send another text?'" The room erupted into laughter. Your face was getting warm.

"So..." Manon asked.

"What?"

"Wanna go tease your girlfriend?"

"Oh, absolutely."

You found Megan in the practice room. She was stretching with headphones on, completely unaware of your arrival. You leaned against the doorway.

"Hey." She looked up. For half a second, she froze.

Then— "Baby!" She practically launched herself across the room. You barely had time to laugh before she wrapped both arms around you.

"You're back!"

"I am."

"I missed you."

"I know."

She blinked. "...You know?"

"Mhm." you smirked. She frowned.

"How?"

You casually pulled out your phone. "I saw a video."

The color drained from her face.

"...What video?"

"Oh, you know." You pressed play.

"I miss my girlfriend."

Megan's soul visibly left her body. "No."

"I love her so much." "I wanna squish her cheeks." "I wanna bite—"

"MANON!"

She buried her face into your shoulder. "I'M GOING TO BREAK HER PHONE."

You were laughing too hard to stand. "You said you wanted to bite me."

"I DIDN'T FINISH THE SENTENCE."

"Oh?"

"I WAS GONNA SAY YOUR CHEEKS."

She groaned dramatically. "I've been betrayed." .You raised an eyebrow. "So you did say it."

She immediately straightened up. "...Edited."

You blinked. "What?"

"The video." She nodded confidently. "Edited."

"Megan-."

"Deepfake."

"You were literally wearing the same hoodie you're wearing right now."

"...Coincidence."

"And that's your voice."

"AI."

"AI?" You laughed.

"Very advanced AI."

"So you don't miss me?" You crossed your arms.

"I didn't say that."

"So you don't love me?"

"I didn't say that either."

"Hm."

"...The prosecution is twisting my words." She looked away dramatically.

You took a step closer.

"So..."

"So..."

"You don't wanna hold my hand?"

"..."

"You don't wanna hug me?"

"..."

"You don't wanna squish my cheeks?"

"..."

She sighed in defeat.

"...Fine."

You smiled triumphantly.

"I miss you."

"Mhm."

"I love you."

"Mhm."

"I wanted to hug you."

"Mhm."

"and I wanted to kiss you."

"Mhm."

"I may have been a tiny bit dramatic."

"Tiny?" , "...Very tiny."

You laughed before wrapping your arms around her. "I missed you too." Her entire posture melted.

"Really?"

"Really."

She smiled so brightly it almost hurt to look at. "I knew it."

"Oh?"

"You love me."

"I do."

She gasped dramatically. "I've won."

"You've won?"

"I've won."

She stole a quick kiss.

From the doorway came a loud groan.

"Oh my God." Manon.

"You two are disgusting."

Megan looked over without missing a beat.

"Edited."

"What?"

"This entire interaction."

"Megan—"

"AI."

Lara walked up behind Manon. "We're literally watching you."

"Special effects."

Sophia pinched the bridge of her nose.

"We live with a menace."

Megan simply grinned, wrapped an arm around your waist, and kissed your cheek.

"Can't hear you."

"Why?"

"I'm busy missing my girlfriend."

You looked up at her.

"...I'm standing right here."

"I know."

She smiled.

"But I missed you five seconds ago."

Everyone in the hallway groaned in unison. You couldn't help laughing as you leaned into her side. Maybe she was dramatic, maybe she was clingy, maybe she'd never admit that video was real.

But judging by the way she refused to let go of your hand for the rest of the day... It definitely wasn't edited.

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The Last Fry Incident

Yoonchae x 7thmemberfem!reader masterlist

The KATSEYE dorm was unusually loud. Boxes of fried chicken, burgers, mozzarella sticks, onion rings, and enough fries to feed an army covered the dining table.

The members quickly fixed their hair before smiling brightly at the camera.

"Hi, everyone!" Sophia greeted. The comments exploded immediately.

"YOONCHAE'S SO CUTE."

"THEY ALL LOOK SO PRETTY."

"MUKBANG TIME!!!"

I've been waiting all day for this." You grinned as you reached for a fry.

"So have I," Lara laughed. "Don't eat everything before I get some."

"No promises."

The next twenty minutes were complete chaos. Sophia tried to keep everyone on topic Megan accidentally knocked over a drink. Daniela kept stealing chicken nuggets from Manon. Lara was reading comments dramatically.

And Yoonchae...

...was somehow eating faster than everyone else.

"Where is all the food going?" you asked, staring at her in disbelief.

Yoonchae blinked innocently.

"I don't know."

"You literally have three burger wrappers next to you."

"They're decorative." Everyone burst into laughter.

"Decorative?" Daniela repeated.

"Yes."

"You ate them!"

"They're still decorative."

The chat was losing it.

"HAHAHAHA"

"YOONCHAE IS SO FUNNY."

"NOT HER BEING GREEDY."

After nearly an hour, the mountain of food had become a battlefield of empty containers. Only one thing remained.

A single French fry. Everyone noticed it at the same time.

Silence.

Sophia slowly looked at the fry. Then at everyone else. "...Who wants it?"

Your eyes met Yoonchae's and she narrowed hers.

"No." you immediately said

"No what?"

"No."

"You haven't even heard what I was going to say."

"I know exactly what you're going to say."

"I was going to say I deserve it."

"I knew it." You pointed dramatically. "I have consumed the fewest fries today."

Yoonchae gasped.

"Objection!"

"On what grounds?"

"You've been eating onion rings."

"That's irrelevant."

"It absolutely is not."

"It is!"

"It isn't!"

"It is!"

"It isn't!"

The other members slowly backed away from the table as if witnessing two tiny lawyers arguing in court. Lara quietly whispered toward the camera, "They've entered competitive mode." Daniela nodded.

"We've lost them."

The comments were flying too fast to read.

"PLEASE THIS IS SO DRAMATIC."

"WHAT BIG BACKS."

"IM DYING"

You crossed your arms. "I was reaching for it first."

"No, I was."

"You hesitated."

"I blinked."

"Exactly."

"You can't punish someone for blinking!"

"I absolutely can." Yoonchae looked genuinely offended.

"You're unbelievable."

"You love me."

"I tolerate you." Gasps erupted around the table. Sophia covered her mouth.

"That was personal." Manon leaned toward the camera.

"I don't think our friendship is surviving this."

You pointed accusingly. "You've already eaten like...forty fries."

"I counted." Yoonchae looked offended.

"It was thirty-eight."

"The fact that you know the number proves my point."

Without breaking eye contact...both of you slowly reached toward the last fry.

"So we're doing this?" you asked.

"We're doing this."

Closer.

Closer.

Closer—

Sophia suddenly grabbed the fry. "HEY!" yoonchae whined

"..." She calmly snapped it in half. "There." She handed one piece to you. The other to Yoonchae. "There is peace." You both stared at the tiny half-fry in your hands. Yoonchae frowned.

"...This isn't satisfying."

"It really isn't."

At the exact same time both of you burst into laughter. The rest of the members followed, nearly falling out of their chairs. The livestream ended with everyone laughing so hard they couldn't even say goodbye properly.

The next morning your phone exploded.

#LastFryFight

Trending. You were both trending for fighting over food.

"So..." Lara said, walking into the kitchen.

"You two are memes."

You blinked. "What?"

She turned her phone around. There were edits, Slow-motion edits and even fake courtroom sketches. People had added intense orchestral music to the moment your hands reached for the fry. Someone had edited laser eyes onto both you and Yoonchae.

Another caption read: "The Great Fry War of 2026."

Daniela walked in laughing so hard she could barely breathe. "Someone edited the Avengers theme over your argument."

Megan added, "There's another one where they made it look like a historical documentary."

Sophia held up her phone. "My favourite comment says, 'World peace could've been achieved if Sophia hadn't split the fry.'"

Yoonchae walked into the room still half asleep.

"What are you all laughing at?"

You showed her your phone.

She stared.

"...Why do I have boss music playing whenever I appear?"

You scrolled.

"Oh my gosh."

"They made merch."

"What?" Someone had designed a fake T-shirt.

On the front: 'TEAM Y/N and on the back, 'THE LAST FRY BELONGED TO HER.'

Yoonchae gasped dramatically. "They picked sides?!"

"Oh, look." You swiped again. "There are Team Yoonchae shirts too."

She smiled proudly.

"As there should be."

You looked at each other. "...Rematch?"

Yoonchae grinned.

"Next mukbang."

"Winner gets the last fry."

"Deal."

From the hallway, Sophia shouted,

"I'm ordering extra fries this time!"

"No!" you and Yoonchae yelled in perfect sync. The dorm erupted into laughter once again.

And somehow...A single French fry became one of the most iconic KATSEYE moments fans would joke about for years.

don't ask where I got the idea from.

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Your Hand, My Calm

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.

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"Impressions"

Chaeryeong (ITZY) x female reafer

masterlist

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.

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"Special Colours"

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.

Opposites attract, after all.

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Hi

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.

this has just been sitting in my drafts...Sorry :)

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​Hi! Hope you're doing amazing! Honestly, I’ve been living on your blog lately, your writing is so good.

​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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Actors Works

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None so far, but feel free to request some! <3

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Singers Works

Feel free to request any <3

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Ariana Grande- "Held In Harmony"

Sabrina Carpenter- "The Grammy Luck"

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hi i love ur stories so much!! would it be possible if u could write a fic about megan skiendiel from KATSEYE? megan and the reader started dating halfway through dream academy and during the finale of dream academy, the reader gets selected as the surprise 7th member of KATSEYE? it would be rlly interesting!

"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.

Sorry for posting so late, but ive been so busy with exams :(

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What’s Mine Is Yours

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.

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"Caught In Her Gaze"

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.”

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「 Damn right I am 」

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.

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Itzy Works

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

I take requests for any of the members and other groups <3