Their reaction when they get caught being babied by you during a live on Weverse.
katseye ot6 x female reader headcanons
tags: fluff, reader as the 7th member, implied top reader (for some), established relationship, weverse live
She was doing a solo live in her room, casually talking with the fans. The conversation casually went on until she somehow ended up reading fanfiction again.
This time, it was stories written about you and her. She actually liked reading them sometimes because she found it interesting to see how people imagined your relationship and how they described the two of you as a couple.
She was focused on the screen, eyes moving from line to line, until she suddenly got speechless real quick. The expression on her face reminded fans of the time she read that one Maaphinz fanfic and completely froze.
But now, she looked even more shocked, like she truly could not believe what she was reading.
“Wait…” she said slowly, lifting her eyes from the screen to look directly at the camera. “Why am I always the bottom in most of these stories?”
user1: THAT is what she’s worried about??
user2: not that being her first question 😭
user3: spread the bottom manon propaganda 🤞
“Guys, I promise you I’m not that kind of person,” she said seriously, as if she was explaining an important fact. She clicked her tongue and shook her head. “I don’t know why you all think that. I’m one of the most serious people in the group.”
user4: WE BOTH KNOW YOU AINT
user5: who lied to you?? 😭
user6: “serious person” okay grandma lets get you to bed <3
As more people disagreed with her, she tried to hold back her laughter and covered her mouth with her hand. But her smile was still obvious, which only made things worse for her argument. It was exactly moments like this that made people call her the most unserious member.
“I am serious!” she protested again, lowering her hand even though she was still smiling. “If you ask Y/N, she’ll tell you. She’s the clingy one, not me. I’m the chill one. Imma prove it.”
Without hesitating, she grabbed her phone and stood up, fully committed. “I’m going to her room right now. You’ll see.”
She walked down the hallway, the camera shaking a little as she moved. She lowered her voice and whispered to the viewers.
“We’re gonna catch her acting like the baby.”
She pushed your door open without knocking. You were sitting on your bed, reading through some lyrics. You looked up, surprised at first. But the moment you saw Manon standing there, your expression softened into that gentle look you only showed her.
“Manon? What are you doing here?” you asked, your voice automatically becoming softer, clearly happy to see her.
Manon stood at the doorway, holding her phone up like she was defending herself with proof. “Y/N, tell the fans I’m not a bottom.”
You blinked, completely confused by the sudden question. Where did that even come from?
When your eyes landed on the phone in her hand, a playful smile spread across your face. You understood what she was trying to prove, and you already knew how this would end.
“Alright then,” you said calmly, putting those lyrics aside and patting the empty space next to you on the bed. “Come sit here first.”
Manon hesitated for a second. You could see her thinking. If she came over, the fans would definitely take it the wrong way. It would only make her look more suspicious. But even with that thought in mind, she still walked over and sat beside you.
“Manon,” you said softly, leaning closer until your face was right next to hers, both of you clearly visible to the camera. “Do you want to tell them the truth, or should I show them?”
“Y/N, don’t-” she began quickly, but you didn’t let her finish.
You wrapped your arms around her waist and pulled her backward until she was pressed against your chest, her back sinking into the pillows. You carefully took the phone from her hand to place it on the nightstand so the camera captured everything clearly.
“Guys,” you said in an overly serious tone while burying your face against the side of Manon’s neck, “she’s lying. She followed me into the kitchen three times today just because she wanted a hug.”
“Excuse me? I did not!” Manon argued immediately, her cheeks turning bright pink. She tried to wiggle out of your hold, but you tightened your arms around her and hid your face in her hair. She protested further, “Guys, she's lying.”
user8: GAYEST SHIT IVE EVER SEEN
user9: I NEVER THOUGHT I’D LIVE TO SEE MANON BEING BABIED
“And who got upset because I didn’t give them a forehead kiss before practice this morning?” you teased, lightly tickling her sides.
Her expression faltered as she let out an uncontrollable laugh, any serious image she was trying to protect completely gone. She fell back against you, her head hitting your shoulder as she covered her face with her hands.
“Stop… I’m too old for this shit,” she complained, though she was still smiling.
“Too old?” you repeated in that sugary voice that always made her weak. You gently held her jaw and tilted her head so she had no choice but to look at you. “You’re my biggest baby, Manon. Why are you trying to act tough in front of the internet?”
Manon glanced at the screen and saw herself looking completely relaxed and flushed while being spoiled in your arms.
She sighed in defeat, finally giving up. Her body relaxed fully as she leaned back into your chest and wrapped her arms around your neck instead.
“Yeah… you’re right,” she admitted quietly, then gave a small playful smile toward the camera, already sensing you were about to end the live.
“I have my very own daddy, guys, and it’s Y/N. Just to let y'all know.”
user2: hi from the philippines!!! 🇵🇭
“Do ASMR,” you read out loud, squinting slightly at the screen as you leaned your face a little closer to the camera, still keeping a good angle because, obviously, you had to keep serving face. A wide grin spread across your lips at the suggestion. You leaned back in your chair, thinking about what you could possibly use.
“I don’t have those fancy fuzzy microphones, guys,” you said with a small laugh. “But okay, let’s try anyway.”
Carefully, you scooted your chair closer to your phone, making sure not to bump the tripod. You reached for whatever random things were nearby such as the items scattered across your desk and bed. Your hand landed on your tumbler, the one you always brought to the studio during rehearsals with the girls.
You started your little ASMR session, trying your best to copy the techniques from videos you watched whenever you needed to relax after a long day. You were thankful you were alone in the room so you could actually focus.
As you gently tapped your manicured nails against the plastic surface of the tumbler, fully focused on creating those “tingly” sounds, you didn’t notice the bedroom door slowly creak open.
But your viewers definitely did.
user5: pls let it be megan i miss my bby
Before you could react, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist from behind. A chin dropped onto your shoulder, and warm breath brushed against your neck.
“You’re wearing my favorite perfume,” Sophia mumbled, her voice soft and slightly muffled as she buried her face into the side of your neck. She was completely ignoring the fact that you were literally holding a tumbler up to your phone.
user7: cant believe im 3rd wheeling through my device
user8: Y/N IS USING SOPHIA’S PERFUME?!!
user9: my babies are hard launching for the millionth time 🥺
You tensed for a split second, then relaxed, a small smile forming on your lips. “Sophia? I’m kind of busy right now.”
“I don’t care,” she groaned dramatically, tightening her hold around you. She sounded exhausted and clingy at the same time. “I wanna stay here. Why are you holding your tumbler like that anyway?”
Sophia slowly opened one eye to look at you, her boba eyes fixed only on your face. Her chin rested comfortably on your shoulder, and she didn’t even glance at the camera. The closeness felt intimate as well.
“We could just watch ASMR together on the TV,” she suggested softly, her voice clear through the mic. Her eyes held a pleading look like a tired puppy asking for attention. “Pay attention to me instead. My jaw hurts from smiling in all those interviews. Can you massage it?”
The corner of your mouth twitched, both amused and flustered by how shameless she was being.
She puckered her lips slightly, waiting for you to give in. You let out a small sigh.
“Can’t. Not until I finish this live.”
“Live?” she repeated, blinking in confusion. Slowly, she turned her head toward your phone. She saw the screen showing both of you with her hugging you close with zero distance.
Realization lit up her face. Instead of pulling away, she smiled even wider and pressed herself closer, burying her face deeper into your neck. A soft hum of laughter left her lips against your skin, the sound traveling straight into the mic. It was probably giving the viewers the tingles they asked for.
Then, she at the screen with an exhausted but playful expression.
“Oh… we’re live? Hi, Eyekons,” she greeted smoothly. She didn’t move away at all. If anything, she leaned more into you, her weight settling comfortably against your back.
“Did y’all hear that?” she continued, sliding her hand from your waist down to lace her fingers with yours on the desk. “She said she’s too busy for me. After I walked all the way here just to get a hug.”
user10: SOPHIA STANDING HER GROUND
user11: shes not leaving lol she claimed her spot
user12: idk who to be jealous of...
“Love, you’re ruining the ASMR,” you whispered, though the smile on your face gave you away. You tried to grab your tumbler again, but she gently took it from your hand and placed it aside, replacing it with her own hand for you to hold instead.
“You can use me for ASMR,” she said casually, tilting her head so her temple rested against yours. She looked straight into the camera, her expression slightly smug. “because I'm your favorite baby. Isn’t that right, mahal?”
Your cheeks flushed instantly at the nickname. You knew Sophia was naturally bold and affectionate as a leader, but this side of her, which was the clingy and openly soft one, was something she only showed you.
With the other members, she was more like a big sister. With you, she was completely different. Someone who always knew how to get her way.
“You’re so needy today,” you muttered, finally lifting your hand to her jaw like she had asked. As your fingers gently massaged the tension from her muscles, Sophia let out a long, satisfied breath, her eyes slowly closing.
“One thing you guys should know,” Sophia said lazily, a relaxed and goofy smile spreading across her lips, “is that my girlfriend gives the best massages ever.”
You were doing a live stream together, sitting close as you answered questions from the comments. At first, you talked about rehearsals and how busy everything had been lately. Then the topic eventually changed to Daniela teaching you Spanish.
She had been really happy when you told her you wanted to learn her first language. It meant a lot to her. But now, seeing you actually try to pronounce the words was becoming more funny than sweet.
“Okay, okay, try this one,” Daniela said, holding up her small whiteboard with a sentence written in marker. “Read it out loud. And don’t make it sound like you’re asking a question. You always do that.”
You took a deep breath and squinted at the board.
“Yo… quiero… comer… una… manzana?”
Daniela let out a loud, dramatic groan and threw herself back onto the bed. “No! Man-za-na. You’re saying it like the apple is about to attack you. Why the hell are you scared of a fruit?”
“Because Spanish is hard!” you argued, turning to face her with wide eyes. “The ‘z’ sounds like an ‘s,’ but sometimes it doesn’t, and my tongue feels like it’s twisting into a knot.”
“I can’t believe you’re acting like Manon right now,” Daniela laughed, reaching over to gently tug your ear. “Relax. Don’t think about it so much. If you can’t say ‘apple,’ how are you going to survive Thanksgiving in Atlanta with the girls? You still have to impress my mom.”
You narrowed your eyes at her, a little displeased. “Wow...now you’re comparing me to Manon.”
The playful mood changed for a moment when she saw your small frown. She couldn’t tell if you were actually upset or just pretending. Meanwhile, the viewers in the comments were loving every second of it.
user1: LMAO she frowned when dani mentioned manon
user2: id be possessive too if i was dating daniela
user3: Y/N being jealous is everything
“Wait…” Daniela said slowly, staring at you in surprise before breaking into a grin. “Are you actually jealous?”
You sighed again, trying to look annoyed. But before you could say anything else, she leaned forward and kissed the tip of your nose. Right on camera.
Your jealousy disappeared almost instantly, replaced by warm cheeks and embarrassment.
“Don’t be jealous, mi amor,” she said softly, clearly enjoying this. “You know I only look at you.”
You rolled your eyes, but a small smile finally showed. “As you should.”
She smiled wider, happy that you believed her because it was true. Her attention had always been on you, and it wasn’t going to change.
Before she could continue teasing you, you suddenly turned to face her fully, your expression more serious now.
“I actually learned something in Spanish,” you said. “I’ve been practicing it for a while. I’m going to combine it with what you just taught me.”
“Oh?” Daniela lifted a brow, clearly curious. “Okay, let’s hear it.”
Complying to her words, you crawled closer, resting your elbows on the edge of the mattress so you were right in her space. You lowered your voice, making sure it was understandable enough and the pronunciation was crisp.
“Dani... no me importa la manzana,” you began, your voice lowering into a softer one that always made her feel butterflies. “Porque para mí, tú eres la cosa más bonita del mundo. Y me haces muy feliz.”
(I don't care about the apple... because to me, you are the most beautiful thing in the world. And you make me very happy.)
user5: ig its my clue to leave 🥀
user7: my favorite katseye duo (and couple)
Daniela fell silent. She had been planning to laugh if you ended up messing up, but instead, she froze. Her jaw literally dropped as she processed that you hadn't just gotten the pronunciation perfect.
You had just delivered a line straight out of a telenovela. The kind that she watches.
Her face turned red in a flushed manner. She covered her mouth with her hand, her lively exterior evaporating instantly.
“Wait,” she whispered, her eyes wide. “Your accent... that was... wait.”
“Was it wrong?” you asked innocently, though you were beaming. “Did I say something about a potato by accident?”
“No!” Daniela squeaked, her voice failing her. She suddenly lunged forward, grabbing your face and pulling you into a tight, frantic hug to hide her blushing face from the camera. “You said it perfectly. Demasiado perfecto. Shut up. Don't ever do that again on live.”
She buried her face in the crook of your neck, her arms wrapped around you so tightly you could barely breathe. She was shaking her head against your shoulder, completely flustered.
“Aww, is my Dani shy?” you cooed, dropping the Spanish and going back to babying her. You rubbed her back, feeling her heart racing through her t-shirt. “My girl is melting because of a few words? You’re so cute when you’re red.”
“I’m not red,” she lied into your neck, her voice muffled and small.
You smiled with love, kissing the top of your head. “No need to lie. Even the Eyekons can see it clearly, right guys? You do, right?”
user9: my ship is sailing ❤️❤️❤️
user10: can i be invited to the wedding
Daniela’s grip on your hoodie loosened, her hands sliding down to rest against your back as she finally gave in to the affection. She let out a contented sigh with her body going heavy against yours.
“You’re so annoying,” she whispered, though there was zero heat in it. She finally peeked one eye out from the safety of your neck, looking at the camera with a shy pout. “She’s too good at this. Don't fall for her charms like I do.”
“Too late,” you laughed softly. “They already know you’re a big softie for me. It’s on the internet forever now.”
It happened during a duo live with her, too. She was lying comfortably on your bed, scrolling through the live comments on her phone while waiting for you to come back and curl up next to her on camera. Over a hundred thousand people were watching, but she looked completely relaxed like it was just another lovely moment with you.
user1: can i have a shoutout?
user2: pls perform in india 🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳
user3: i see that matching tattoo with y/n, you ain't slick
That last comment caught her attention. A small laugh slipped out of her mouth as she shifted slightly in order to prop her elbow against the mattress like she was intentionally making it easier for everyone to see.
The tattoo on the back of her hand, your name written in neat cursive, was clearly visible now.
“I thought I already showed you guys?” she said, her smile getting a little confused but still playful. She looked slightly sleepy as well, since you both decided to go live an hour before your usual nap time. Tomorrow was going to be another busy day. “But yeah, it’s Y/N’s name. I got her name tattooed because she’s my angel. My babygirl, actually.”
Her tone was soft when she answered that comment, until another one popped up.
user4: you so chopped howd u even pull her ☠️
The smile on her face slowly disappeared. The warmth in her eyes faded while she stared at the screen for a few seconds, obviously unimpressed, maybe even a little hurt, though she tried not to show it.
With a dissapointed sigh, she looked back at the camera and said softly, “Is it really that hard to just be nice?”
That immediately caught your attention. You glanced at her over your shoulder while you were finishing changing into your pajamas on the other side of the bed. The moment you saw the dull expression in her eyes, your smile faded into a small frown.
“What’s wrong?” you asked softly as you walked over to her side of the bed.
The live comments exploded the second you appeared on screen. Messages flew by quickly, people fangirling and reacting to finally seeing you next to her again.
But as you sat down beside her, something shifted in her expression. A thought crossed her mind, and judging by the faint curve of her lips, it was certainly not an innocent one.
She tilted her head slightly, looking up at you with a quiet, expectant expression. It made your stomach tighten. You swallowed, confused and concerned at the same time.
“Do I look pretty, Y/N?” she asked, her lashes lowering just slightly.
Before you could even think about why she was asking that on live, she leaned closer, much closer than what would be considered safe or professional on camera. Close enough for you to feel her presence even more and make your heart skip.
“You always look pretty, Lara,” you said honestly. “You know that.”
She didn’t stop after your first compliment. It clearly wasn’t enough. After seeing that rude comment earlier, she needed something stronger to fully push it out of her mind.
“Say it like you mean it. Call me your girl,” she whispered, a bold smile forming on her lips. She knew exactly how this would look to the thousands of people watching.
You could still see a small trace of hurt hiding behind her confident expression, and it made your heart ache. You lifted your hands and gently held her face, your thumbs brushing softly along her cheeks.
“Fine. You’re the prettiest girl in the world. And you’re my favorite girl,” you said in a sweet, protective tone. “Happy? And even if someone said something negative, why would you even care? You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Inside and out.”
Before she could respond, you pulled her closer and tucked her head under your chin. She let out a soft sound of surprise as you wrapped your arms around her. You rocked her gently, running your fingers through her hair and smoothing it down in calming caresses.
“And don’t listen to mean people, babe,” you added, making sure the phone’s mic caught every word. “They’re just jealous because they don’t get to wake up next to this face every day. I do. I’m the lucky one, got it?”
user5: yeah lara listen to your gf
user6: my heart is melting
Lara’s confidence returned instantly. She relaxed into your arms, hugging your waist tightly because she doesn't plan on letting go anytime soon. Then she turned her head slightly toward the camera, a victorious look shining in her eyes.
“Did y’all hear that?” she said to the chat, her voice a little muffled but clearly smug. She lifted the hand with your name tattooed on it and waved it right in front of the camera lens.
“Stay mad, haters. I’m winning.”
You both would probably get a warning from the PR team later for being too bold on live, but at that moment, Lara honestly didn’t care.
“What makeup products do you use?” you read aloud from one of the live comments, your eyes brightening at the question.
An amused chuckle escaped you as you held up the eyeliner you were currently using, making sure it was seen properly on camera.
“Glossier, guys,” you said casually, giving a small nod toward the brand that Katseye had collaborated with. “Their products are really good. I’d definitely recommend checking them out.”
While you were showing off a few more items, answering questions as you went and suddenly enjoying this little impromptu makeup demonstration, the door to your room quietly opened.
“See? Doesn’t it make my lips look so kissable?” you said, puckering for the camera after applying one of their lipsticks. Then your attention shifted to the person who had entered your room without knocking.
Of course, it was Megan. Your special guest, the only one allowed to barge in freely like this.
You didn’t mind at all since she was your girlfriend, after all. You just made sure to respect her boundaries at her dorm since Lara, her roommate, often told you both to “get a room” whenever Megan acted all clingy and affectionate. So you always knocked unless Megan explicitly told you she was alone.
Your smile was ready, and your plan was to introduce her to the viewers as a surprise guest, but then you noticed the faint frown and tired lines on her face. The sparkle in your eyes dimmed immediately, replaced with concern.
“Megan, what’s wrong?” you asked softly, spreading your arms as an invitation for her to come closer. “Come here.”
She didn’t hesitate at all. Megan stepped forward, wrapping her arms tightly around your waist and nuzzling her face into your chest, fully unaware of your live stream still running in the background.
“Just… tired,” she murmured, breathing in the scent of your perfume and letting the warmth of your body comfort her.
You felt a soft blush rise to your cheeks, though you couldn’t resist letting a gentle, affectionate smile spread across your lips at how naturally she leaned on you like that.
user1: AWW YOU GUYS ARE SO ADORABLE 🥹
user3: can't tell which one's lucky 😞
You felt a deeper smile spread across your face, a soft hum of satisfaction escaping you at how clingy she was being. Playfulness bubbled up inside you, and you decided to tease her a little more.
“Aww, is my baby tired?” you murmured, voice soft and warm. “You can sleep on me if you want…”
“Mhm…” she responded with a small, sleepy hum, her back still turned to the screen. Then, just slightly, she lifted her chin to rest atop your chest, gazing up at you with eyes so tender it made your heart melt.
“Can you cuddle with me now… while stroking my hair?” she asked, her lips pouting gently, as if refusing would be a crime. “Please?”
You hesitated for a moment, glancing between the camera and her, unsure if you should just end the live now. Megan, however, remained blissfully oblivious, pressing herself even closer against you.
“Come on, Y/NNN…” she whined softly, exhaustion lacing her voice, before suddenly switching to a dead-serious expression. “I’ll call you mommy again if I have to.”
user6: hybe be shaking in their boots after this live
Heat rose to your cheeks, your face flushing as embarrassment set in at the nickname she had just said.
“Megan… I may or may not be on live right now.”
Her eyes widened instantly, the realization hitting her like a bolt of lightning. She whipped her head over her shoulder to check…and froze when she saw the camera.
“Oh-” she blurted out, panic lacing her tone. “Oh shit-”
Her hand shot to cover her mouth, and she fumbled awkwardly, unwrapping her arms from around you with a sheepish, panicked smile that betrayed her fear. She had just accidentally exposed herself to thousands of viewers.
“Hi, Eyekons!” she squeaked in an unintentional high-pitched voice. “Uh… pretend you didn’t hear that. You guys didn’t hear anything, right?”
“Today, I’m going to be snacking on some treats that the girls and I picked out earlier when we went grocery shopping!”
user1: wait, the company doesn’t give you snacks?
user2: oh no. now I’m going to be rlly hungry while watching this
user3: petition to be one of those snacks so you could eat me 🤤🤤🤤
You reached into the plastic bag and pulled out one of the snacks, letting the viewers get a little peek at it without showing the brand, since that wasn’t allowed.
You didn’t even worry about going live while being in the same room as the sleeping Yoonchae, because you knew she wasn’t as intimidating as the other members thought she was when her sleep was interrupted.
Carefully opening the bag of chips with your bare hands, you picked one out and gave the camera a small, playful smile.
“Listen to this crunch,” you whispered, taking a bite and chewing softly, though the crisp, crunchy sound carried clearly. You didn’t even notice Yoonchae shifting slightly in her sleep beside you.
Eventually, she stirred and sat up, her eyes half-closed and her expression heavy with sleep. You couldn’t help but find her sleepy face irresistibly cute. The viewers noticed your gaze drifting to your side, though they had no idea who you were looking at.
user5: i saw someone's hair i aint blind
user6: it's gotta be yoonchae since they're gfs
That comment had been completely right. The side of the camera frame was slowly being filled by Yoonchae’s face. Not her usual perfectly posed “serving face,” but the sleepy expression of someone who had just woken from a nap.
She didn’t glance at the phone at all, her eyes fixed only on the bag of snacks. She leaned forward slightly, opening her mouth like a little baby bird, patiently waiting for you to feed her.
“Oh?” you spoke thoughtfully, a wide, playful grin spreading across your face. You picked up two chips from the bag and gently placed them into her waiting mouth. She chewed softly right beside your ear, the tiny, contented “nom” sound making you grin even more.
“More,” she murmured, nuzzling her nose lightly against your cheek. “Feed me more. I don’t wanna use my hands…”
Your cheeks flushed softly at her tender affection, but you couldn’t resist. You obliged, feeding her another chip, feeling a sweet and domestic kind of happiness wash over you.
“You’re such a big back, Yoonchip. How did you even wake up at the sound of chips?” you teased gently.
She didn’t answer and instead let out a soft hum, pressing her whole weight against your side with her head sinking heavily onto your shoulder.
Eventually, she noticed the glow of your phone screen, but she was too far gone in her post-nap haze to care about how she looked.
“No… it’s because you weren’t cuddling me anymore,” she mumbled in a drowsy, muffled voice. Her hand reached out blindly, moving clumsily, not for the bag but to pat your cheek until your eyes met hers.
“Can you feed me the red one next? I’ve been wanting to try it.”
You couldn’t help but let out a loving giggle. Picking a spicy-flavored chip, you held it to her lips. She took it with a tiny, satisfying crunch, her eyes closing in pure enjoyment, making your heart feel incredibly full.
user7: "it's because you weren't cuddling with me anymore” GUYS I AM SOBBING.
user09: our maknae is BABY.
user10: y/n feeding her like a baby bird is my new favorite genre of content
“You guys see this?” you whispered to the camera, tilting your phone slightly to catch Yoonchae clinging to your arm like a tiny, sleepy koala. “She’s acting like a five-year-old right now.”
At that, she lazily opened one eye, peeking at the screen that showed the both of you. With a slow stretch, she reached out a clumsy hand and fumbled for the phone on the tripod, barely glancing at it.
“Wait- Yoonchip, what are you doing?” you said, your voice catching in surprise. “The live isn’t finished yet!”
“Not finished yet?” she repeated, finally opening both her eyes to make sure she didn’t miss the live button. “Okay… then I guess it’s going to be finished now.”
Her fingers brushed the screen, and the camera wobbled wildly for a moment, catching a brief, dizzying blur of your ceiling and your tangled, intertwined legs.
use11: clingy yoonchae is honestly my favorite type of yoonchae
user12: Can’t even have a quiet moment with her without her girl stealing the spotlight 😭
“Bye-bye,” she murmured softly into the mic, just enough to set the snacks aside. But immediately, she pulled you back close for another round of comfortable cuddles, refusing to let go.
