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ClingyGf!Megan

ClingyGf!Megan is like a little puppy dog that begs for your attention when ever you have to work. Refusing to leave your side and practically buzzing around you.

ClingyGf!Megan comes back from rehearsal with the kats and immediately latches herself onto you. Her arms wrapped around your body as she cuddles her face into the crook of your neck. Your hand on her back—Caressing it gently with your thumb.

ClingyGf!Megan can’t not hold your hand or be touching you in anyway possible. This could be ranging from hugging to a subtle closeness of hands. Either way her hand some how always finds yours whether you realize it or not.

ClingyGf!Megan who will text you during her breaks just to say that she misses the way your arms feel around her body when hugging. Saying she misses the warm smell of your perfume.

ClingyGf!Megan who will always kiss you before she leaves the house. Not just that though. She’ll kiss your forehead and your face while being cuddled up in the bed together.

ClingyGf!Megan who will sit on your lap while you work. Or she’ll hug you from behind, resting her chin on your shoulder while you cook/bake something.

ClingyGf!Megan who would ask to take baths with you or even go to the extend to bathe you just so she could be near you. Better yet touching your bare skin with her hands, soaking in the way your body feels under her hands.

ClingyGf!Megan Who would unintentionally cling to you even when she tries not to. This would be ranging from a hand on the thigh to a head on your shoulder. Guess your sweet girl Megan cant help herself.

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Stop this was literally so cute 😭🦈

Waves of me

→ katseye x Autistic!7thmember!reader

-> sophia laforteza x Autistic!7thmember!reader

Summary: You’re the quiet seventh member of KATSEYE, talented but misunderstood. You don’t like loud places, bright lights, or being touched without warning. At first, the others don’t quite know how to understand you… until they learn your rhythm. Especially Sophia.

Author’s note: English is not my first language. Started in third POV, switched to second, so there could still be some mistakes.

From the outside, Y/N looked like the perfect idol. Cool, composed, effortlessly mysterious. The kind of person fans edited slow-motion videos of, calling her "the ice queen" or "KATSEYE’s hidden gem."

But the reality was quieter, and far more fragile.

She was overwhelmed constantly. Lights were too bright. Sound too loud. The endless touching, talking, and noise from group activities drained her in ways no one could see. Even the cheers from fans, as loving as they were, felt like a storm crashing against her senses.

She wore long sleeves even in the heat. She always carried her hoodie and her shark-print fidget toy, tucked safely in her pocket. In house, she’d hide in corners with noise-canceling headphones, scribbling lyrics or doodles into her notebook,  her own little safe world.

At first, the girls just thought she was shy.

Megan called her a “mystery box.” Daniela tried making her laugh during interviews. Yoonchae left snacks near her silently, like little peace offerings.

But Sophia? Sophia noticed everything.

She saw the way Y/N froze when loud laughter cracked the air. The way she subtly pulled back from touch. The tap-tap-tap of her fingers when something was too much. Sophia didn’t push. She just watched. Waited.

~

It started like any other practice.

Too early. Too loud. Too many voices at once.

“Can we run the chorus again?” Megan called out, already halfway through the formation.

“I think we need to fix Y/N’s position in the transition,” Manon added quickly. Daniela clapped. “Let’s go, let’s go—”

Your heartbeat was too fast. The lights in the room were flickering, or maybe just felt like they were. Your shirt was clinging too tightly. Someone had brushed your arm again without asking. The music was on loop, repeating the same sound over and over and over—

“Y/N, can you please stop spacing out?” Megan snapped, frustrated. “It’s not that hard.”

That was it.

Your chest squeezed. You dropped your hands to your sides and shouted, voice cracking: “Can you all just SHUT UP for one second?! Please! Just—stop TALKING!”

The room went dead silent.

You stumbled back a step, breathing hard, eyes wide. You hadn’t meant to shout. You hadn’t even known you were going to. But it had all piled up, the noise, the pressure, the constant touch, the expectations, and now it had spilled out in one sharp burst.

No one said anything.

Daniela’s mouth was slightly open. Lara looked stunned. Megan took a step back, her expression unreadable.

You looked around the room, chest heaving, tears already stinging your eyes. Then you turned and walked out, fast.

The girls didn’t chase after you immediately.

Not because they didn’t care, but because they were confused.

“Did she just…?” Megan blinked.

“I think she’s having a bad day,” Manon murmured.

“No, I think it’s more than that,” Daniela said softly. “Something’s been off.”

You were curled up in the corner of the couch in your house. Hoodie up. Noise-canceling headphones on. Not crying anymore, but your hands wouldn’t stop moving,  tapping, clenching, stimming.

That’s when Sophia sat across from you.

She didn’t say anything. She just… waited.

Eventually, you took off your headphones. Looked at her, puffy-eyed.

“I’m autistic,” you whispered. “And I couldn’t… handle it today.”

Sophia nodded once. No shock. No pity. Just… understanding.

“Okay,” she said quietly. “What do you need right now?”

You paused. Then: “Just sit with me.”

And she did.

The morning after the outburst is… different.

The apartment is quieter than usual, not in a tense way, but thoughtful. Intentional. The girls move slower around you, not treating you like you’re fragile, but like you’re real. Like you matter.

Sophia makes your tea exactly the way you like it, without asking. She doesn’t hand it to you. She leaves it on the table next to your spot on the couch. You notice that immediately.

Daniela doesn’t hug you like she usually does. She waves instead, smiling gently. Her voice is lower, and for once, she doesn’t interrupt your silence.

Megan even whispers, "You good?" with an awkward glance your way, the Megan equivalent of a full apology.

And you?

You're still a little on edge. Still waiting for everything to crash. But something’s… changed.

You're in the kitchen alone when Sophia walks in.

She doesn’t speak right away. Just leans on the counter, watching you slice strawberries with practiced focus.

Finally, she says, “I’ve been reading.”

You look up, confused. “Reading?”

She nods. “About autism. About meltdowns. Sensory stuff. I didn’t know. And I want to get it right.”

You blink at her. “Why?”

Sophia shrugs with a tiny smile. “Because you’re worth knowing.”

You feel your throat tighten.

She adds, more softly, “I didn’t need the label to know you were different. I already liked that about you. But now I know why, I want to meet you where you are.”

You look down at your strawberries. “What if I need space sometimes?”

“Then I’ll give it. And when you need closeness—” she steps a little closer, but not too close, “—I’ll be here too.”

You hand her one of the strawberries. She grins, bites it, then says: “Is this what something changing feels like?”

You don’t say anything, but the tiny smile you give her is answer enough.

~

It came out that night when Megan asked if you wanted to go clubbing with them.

“Too loud,” you mumbled.

Megan laughed, “You are allergic to fun.”

Daniela elbowed her lightly. “Come on.”

“I’m autistic,” you said, voice flat, like you were talking about the weather.

The room quieted.

Manon blinked. “Oh.”

You waited for the awkwardness, the pity, the distance. But instead—

“Ohhh,” Yoonchae said. “That makes so much sense.”

Daniela added, “We could’ve just asked you how to help. You know… instead of guessing.”

Sophia, quiet in the corner, just smiled.

~

Later that week, the press event was chaos. Blinding lights. Camera clicks. Fans screaming from behind the barricades. The kind of heat that clung to your skin, made your clothes feel like a trap.

You were doing okay. Not great, but okay.

Daniela was answering a question about choreography. Megan cracked a joke, and the crowd laughed. Sophia stood beside you, calm as always, her fingers brushing yours now and then. A quiet anchor in the noise.

Then it happened.

A hand. You didn’t even see whose, maybe a reporter, maybe staff. But it touched your arm from behind. Quick. Unexpected. Too much.

Your breath caught.

You froze mid-sentence. Whatever you were saying vanished, like the plug had been pulled from your thoughts. You stared ahead, blinking hard, heart racing. Everything sounded far away. Too fast. Too loud.

You couldn’t speak.

“Y/N?” Lara’s voice was soft beside you.

You didn’t look at her. You couldn’t.

The fans were murmuring now. Cameras still clicking.

Megan stepped in without hesitation, throwing her arm around you, not touching, just blocking the view. “We’re gonna take a quick break,” she said coolly to the press. “Makeup touch-up. Idol stuff.”

Daniela moved too, effortlessly taking over the talking. Manon guided you gently backstage.

No one asked anything right away. The dressing room door shut behind you. The chaos outside felt miles away.

You sat on the small couch, hands in your lap, staring at nothing. Still frozen. Still quiet.

The girls hovered, unsure.

Then Sophia knelt in front of you, slow and careful, like she didn’t want to startle you. She didn’t touch you. Didn’t crowd you.

“Is this… normal for you?” she asked softly.

Your throat tightened. You gave the tiniest nod.

“I didn’t want you to know,” you whispered, voice barely there. “I thought you’d think I couldn’t handle this.”

Sophia looked at you for a long moment. Not with pity. Not with fear. Just… something solid. Something safe.

Then, very gently, she reached out, and waited.

You didn’t flinch when her hand touched yours. It was warm. Steady.

“You don’t need to handle it alone,” she said.

That’s when the tears started. Quiet. Not a meltdown, not this time. Just the kind of tears that came from being seen, really seen, and not judged.

Sophia squeezed your hand once.

And when the others slowly came closer, giving space, not pressing, you realized something had shifted again.

You weren’t alone in this. Not anymore.

~

The van was cruising down the highway, windows cracked just enough to let the wind in. Music played softly from someone’s phone, and the girls were scattered across the seats, tired but happy, sunk into post-concert calm.

You leaned your head against the window, eyes closed.

Sophia sat next to you, not saying much, but her presence was a quiet comfort.

Finally, she broke the silence. “Want to talk about tonight?”

You shook your head. “Too much.”

She nodded. “Okay. But tomorrow?”

You smiled faintly. “Maybe.”

She grinned. “That’s progress.”

A small laugh bubbled up from you, and you felt the weight on your chest lift, just a little.

This was the start of something.

A friendship built on understanding, on patience, on quiet support.

And maybe, just maybe, on hope.

~

A week later, you were on your way to rehearsal.

The van was cruising down the highway, windows cracked just enough to let the wind in. Music played softly from someone’s phone, and the girls were scattered across the seats, tired but happy, sunk into post-performance calm.

You were looking out the window, watching the sun flash off buildings, when someone mentioned the ocean. 

That was all it took.

“You know sharks don’t have bones?” you said suddenly, turning in your seat. “Their skeletons are made entirely of cartilage — like your nose. That’s why they’re so flexible in the water.” 

A few of them blinked. You kept going. 

“And some sharks can go into tonic immobility. It’s like a trance. If you flip them upside down, their muscles lock and they kind of… freeze? People use it to tag them for research. But also — it’s kinda sad. I mean, imagine just—getting paralyzed because someone flipped you.” 

Daniela gave a half-laugh. “Wait, what?” 

You were already deep in it. Your voice picked up, hands moving as you talked.

“And the Greenland shark? It can live up to five hundred years. That’s older than Beethoven. Like—there are sharks out there that were alive before the light bulb was invented!” 

Lara chuckled. “No way.” 

You nodded furiously. “Yes! And their flesh is toxic. People in Iceland ferment it to make it edible but it’s literally poisonous straight out of the ocean—” 

Ten minutes in, you finally stopped for breath. 

That’s when you noticed the silence. 

Everyone was looking at you. Not mean, not mocking, just… quiet. Staring. 

You shrank back into your seat a little. “Sorry,” you mumbled. “I talk too much sometimes. I know it’s annoying.” 

Sophia, in the seat next to you, frowned. 

“No, I liked it,” she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

You glanced at her. “Really?” “Yeah.” Her voice was softer now. “You’re kind of adorable when you’re nerdy.” 

Your face burned. You looked down, fiddling with the hem of your sleeve. She didn’t say anything else, just let the moment sit between you, warm and undemanding. 

Later that night, after the others had fallen asleep in the dorm or tucked into their rooms, you were curled up on the couch with a blanket and your notes. Just rereading, letting the facts soothe your brain. 

Sophia walked in quietly, carrying two mugs of tea. She set one by your side and sat down without a word.

Then, gently: “Is that your special interest?” 

You froze. 

Your fingers tightened on the page. “You… knew?” 

She nodded. “I guessed.” 

You stared at her, heart in your throat. “…Is that okay?” 

Sophia smiled, tired, soft, a little crooked. 

“Y/N,” she said, nudging your foot lightly with hers, “I wanna know everything that makes you feel like that.” 

Your eyes stung. But not from stress this time. 

You looked down at your notes. Then offered her the page with a small, hesitant smile.

“Wanna learn about tiger sharks?” 

She took the paper without hesitation. “Lead the way.” 

And so you did.

~

The next day, when you got downstairs and stepped into the kitchen, the fridge was covered in paper again.  

Bright little charts taped in a crooked grid, some printed, some scrawled with markers, all color-coded with slightly too much enthusiasm.  

Daniela stood back proudly, hands on her hips like she’d just finished a mural. “There. Now we won’t miss anything this week.”  

You wandered into the kitchen, still yawning from your nap, and froze mid-step. 

There it was: your week laid out in boxes. Rehearsals, interviews, fittings… and in between them, blocks of soft pink labeled “quiet reset” or “solo recharge”. Your name dotted throughout in bubbly handwriting. 

Daniela looked over her shoulder. “Hey, Y/N, look! I made the schedule easier. Visual stuff helps me too, you know.” 

You just stared. 

There was no you mentioned anywhere, but it was obvious. The layout, the structure, the breaks, it was built around your rhythm. Your needs. Your way of processing. 

She tapped the chart with a flourish. “See? Pink means chill time. That’s your favorite part, right?” 

You swallowed hard, blinking more than necessary. 

“You’re ridiculous,” you mumbled, voice low. 

Daniela grinned, leaning on the counter beside you. “Yup. But I’m your ridiculous.” 

You didn’t say anything. Just nudged her with your elbow, gently. 

And you stood there like that for a while, both of you facing the fridge, pretending the moment wasn’t making your chest feel too full.  

~

Later that day, Sophia was digging through the clean laundry pile on the dorm couch when her hand brushed something smooth and solid. She blinked, lifting it from beneath a hoodie sleeve.

It wasn’t jewelry or a phone or anything obvious.

Just… a stone. Polished, oval-shaped, worn down like it had been touched a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. Lavender-toned, warm from the fabric. Familiar.

She'd seen you with it before, usually during interviews, or when things got loud.

Soft footsteps. You stopped in the doorway, towel slung over your shoulder. The second you saw what Sophia was holding, your heart jumped. Your eyes dropped to the stone in her palm, and you froze.

Sophia looked up. “Is this yours?”

Your shoulders tensed. “Yeah. Um… it’s a stim toy. I use it when things are… a lot.”

She didn’t laugh. Didn’t ask too much. Didn’t say it made sense or try to explain it away.

Instead, she just smiled, gently, and held the stone out to you.

“I used to chew my mic cords,” she said, like it was no big deal. “Not the same, but… I get it.”

You blinked. “You… do?”

She shrugged. “Didn’t know it was called stimming or anything back then. I just knew it helped.” Her tone was easy, open. No pity. Just understanding.

You stepped forward, fingers brushing hers as you took the stone back, letting your hand linger for a second longer than necessary.

“Thanks,” you murmured.

Sophia nodded. “Anytime.” Then added, teasing, “But if I catch you hiding it in the sock pile again, I’m charging you a laundry tax.”

You let out a soft laugh, small, but real. And in your palm, the stone felt steadier than ever.

~

The first time fans noticed something different was during an interview.

The sharp crack of mic feedback sliced through the room like a sudden jolt.

You flinched instantly, hands flying up to cover your ears, eyes squeezing shut for a split second. The sound was raw. Unbearable. Too loud, too sudden.

Megan’s eyes snapped toward the sound booth, shooting a glare that said really? without saying a word.

Sophia moved instinctively, stepping closer to you and resting a hand gently on your back, steady, quiet, grounding. No questions. No fuss. Just presence.

The interviewer didn’t seem to notice. They leaned in, firing off rapid questions, cutting you off mid-sentence.

But Daniela jumped in smoothly, her voice calm and firm: “Let’s give Y/N a moment. Take your time.”

Sophia nodded beside you, offering a soft, encouraging, “Go ahead.”

You took a breath, letting it settle into your chest. Then you continued, the space between your words easing some of the pressure in your head.

Later, after the event, a fan noticed something small, a glimpse of in-ear plugs tucked beneath your hair. Subtle. Nearly invisible. But there, protecting you.

Their TikTok clip went viral with the caption: “protective sensory queen 🫶.”

And in that quiet moment, not dramatic or loud, you felt seen. Not for what overwhelmed you, but for how you handled it. For how you kept going anyway.

~

Later that night, it was a quiet night, Sophia finds you sitting on the floor, carefully lining up books. It’s a small ritual, a way to bring order when the world feels too loud.

Without saying a word, Sophia sits down beside you and starts helping, sorting the books by size.

You look up, catching Sophia’s eyes, and give a rare, gentle smile.

In that moment, something shifts inside Sophia.

She whispers to herself, barely audible:

“I don’t just like her.

I love her.

Every quiet, weird, wonderful inch of her.”

~ 

This time, the fans started speculating.

They began to notice the little things, how you rarely meet the camera’s gaze, often glancing down or to the side instead. During quick-fire interviews, your answers come a bit slower, more thoughtful, while the others bounce back instantly. At first, many just chalked it up to shyness or introversion.

Then, a video surfaced online. It showed you at a crowded fan event, suddenly covering your ears and stepping back, a tense, overwhelmed look on your face. The noise, the chaos, it was too much. The comments came quickly:

“Is Y/N okay?”

“Why’s she so sensitive to sound?”

“Someone help her, please.”

Not long after, a fan compiled a thread of clips, showing your gentle stimming, the quiet tapping of your fingers, how you subtly pulled back when things got loud, the calm and deliberate way you spoke.

Their caption? Maybe Y/N is autistic.

The post spread fast, sparking conversations across platforms. Some fans offered immediate support. Others asked questions. But most… just wanted to understand you better.

~

It started quietly.

After a long day of press events, the dorm’s living room was dim and drowsy. Takeout containers lay half-open on the table, the TV hummed a soft reality show in the background, and the girls were strewn across the couch, some half-asleep, others idly picking at noodles.

But something felt... off.

“Where’s Y/N?” Sophia asked, glancing toward the hallway.

Megan, mid-slurp, shrugged. “Probably tired. She gets quiet after days like this.”

Sophia nodded slowly, but her eyes lingered on the empty hallway.

“She didn’t even come out to eat.”

And then, soft footsteps.

You appeared at the edge of the room, hoodie pulled up, socks mismatched, holding something close to your chest.

A blanket.

Pale blue, impossibly soft, covered in cartoon sharks.

You didn’t say a word, just curled up on the armrest, wrapping the blanket tightly around yourself like a shield.

The room paused, as if waiting for permission to breathe.

Lara was the first to break the silence, her voice gentle.

“Hey... is that new?”

You blinked, startled. “No.”

Megan leaned forward, curious. “Don’t think we’ve seen it before.”

Your fingers absently rubbed a tiny shark on the fabric. Your voice was soft, not shy, just careful.

“It’s my comfort blanket. I bring it out when things get... too much.”

The girls said nothing. Just listened.

“It’s shark-themed because sharks have been my special interest since I was eight,” you added with a quiet laugh. “They help. Make me feel... safe.”

A pause.

“That’s actually really cool,” Lara said.

“Honestly?” Megan added, grinning, “Those sharks are kinda iconic.”

Sophia leaned over and gently touched the edge of the blanket, not pulling, just grounding.

And in that small act of kindness, you felt it:

You weren’t being pitied.

You were being understood.

Weeks later, the dorm was completely transformed.

Shark balloons bounced gently across the ceiling, blue and gray streamers curled like ocean waves, and every table was littered with handmade decorations, shark facts, doodles, origami fins, even cupcakes with gummy fish.

A banner stretched above the couch:

Happy Birthday, Y/N, Our Shark Queen!

Lara wore a crooked pirate hat and carried a toy trident like a scepter.

“I am now a 16th-century pirate,” she declared solemnly.

Your jaw dropped at the sight of a giant handmade poster covered in shark facts and tiny drawn hats on each one.

“You actually read my shark binder?” you asked, voice full of disbelief.

Sophia sat cross-legged nearby, folding another paper shark.

“Page 42 made me cry.”

You flushed, your voice shaky with a laugh. “You went all out.”

Daniela snapped a picture, whispering, “Fans are gonna love this.”

And they did.

The video the group posted, a soft, funny, honest montage of the party, went viral. It showed you smiling shyly in your shark blanket, gently correcting a fact on the poster, and quietly tearing up as you opened a plushie modeled after your favorite species: the Greenland shark.

The caption read:

“Celebrating Y/N’s world, swimming in her special interest with love.”

The response was overwhelming.

#SharkQueen, #NeurodivergentQueen, and #YouAutismAwareness trended for days.

Fans shared old clips:

You quietly stimming during interviews. Covering your ears in loud crowds. Avoiding eye contact but offering the warmest smiles when someone made you laugh.

One fan compiled a video showing your sensory reactions, unique communication style, and calm, steady presence, speculating gently, “Could Y/N be autistic?”

The thread exploded.

Instead of speculation, it became celebration.

🌊 “I never knew! But it makes so much sense now.” 🧠 “She’s so genuine — this just makes me love her more.” 🫶 “Let’s protect her peace like the fandom shield we are.” 🌈 “As an autistic fan, Y/N made me feel seen. Thank you.”

And KATSEYE didn’t stay silent.

A short documentary followed, soft visuals and raw honesty.

You, in your shark blanket, sharing your story.

“I didn’t always have the words for it,” you admitted. “But autism isn’t something I hide — it’s just... me. And sharks helped me understand myself better. They’re calm, focused, misunderstood. Kind of like how I feel a lot.”

In a fan Q&A, the members nodded supportively when asked.

“We’ve always known Y/N is special,” Sophia said, her voice warm.

“Not because of a label — but because of how beautifully she sees the world.”

Even off-stage, fans noticed small things.

A backstage video showed you quietly rubbing a small shark-shaped stim stone.

Instead of mocking, the comments read:

“That’s how she regulates. Let her be.”

Back in the dorm, the night was quiet again.

You sat on the couch, phone glowing in your lap, the blue shark blanket tucked around you.

Messages filled your feed, love, support, stories from fans who felt braver because of you.

You let the phone rest against your chest and whispered into the stillness:

“I think… I’m ready to be me.”

Sophia, curled next to you with a book in hand, looked over.

Tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled.

“We always knew you were.”

And in that moment, you didn’t feel like the quiet one.

You felt strong. You felt seen.

You felt loved.

~

Despite these good moments with her members and fans, there still are some bad moments.

The backstage hallway buzzed with movement and chatter as the staff prepared for the next segment. You stood quietly by the wall, your hoodie pulled tight, trying to block out the noise. You’d asked repeatedly for some space, to keep the crowd noise down near your dressing area, to limit unexpected touch, but one of the newer staff members didn’t seem to get it.

“Hey, Y/N, come on, just a quick photo before you head out,” the staffer said, reaching out abruptly to adjust your jacket.

You froze, eyes widening. The sudden touch felt like a shockwave.

“Please don’t touch me,” You said firmly, stepping back, voice low but shaking.

The staffer laughed nervously. “Relax, I’m just trying to help.”

But the noise and lights were already too much. The ignored boundaries piled on every day pressed on you like a weight.

“I said stop!” You snapped, voice cracking with frustration. Your hands clenched into fists, breaths sharp and fast. “Why don’t you ever listen?!”

A few crew members nearby paused, sensing the tension.

Sophia appeared instantly, calm but fierce. “That’s enough,” she said, her voice steady but commanding. “Y/N’s boundaries aren’t optional.”

The staffer looked caught off guard, stepping back.

Sophia turned to you, kneeling down to meet your eyes. “You don’t have to explain. We’ve got your back.”

Your breath slowed, tears prickling but your voice steady again. “I just need people to respect me. That’s all.”

Later, in the quiet of the dressing room, Megan, Lara, and Daniela gathered around you. The air was gentle, filled with concern.

Megan broke the silence, “You really scared me back there. You okay?”

You bit your lip, nodding slowly. “It just... got too much. The noise, the touch... it builds up until I can’t hold it anymore.”

Daniela reached out and squeezed Y/N’s hand. “Thank you for telling us. We want to help. How can we?”

You hesitated, then whispered, “Sometimes, things feel overwhelming in ways people don’t understand. I don’t always know how to say it before it bursts out.”

Lara smiled softly. “We’re going to be your safe place. No more surprises. No more ignoring your boundaries.”

Sophia walked in, sitting beside you and pulling you into a warm hug. “You don’t have to face any of this alone.”

That night, you lay in bed, the day replaying in your mind. The flood of emotions, the sting of frustration, but also the fierce protectiveness from the girls. You thought about how hard it was to be different in a world that moved too fast, expected too much, and barely made space for you.

But you felt a spark of hope.

Maybe, with them, with Sophia, you could find peace.

And maybe, just maybe, you could start to trust again.

~

Despite the members helping you, like that one time they found out about your stim toy:

You sat quietly during the group meeting, fingers busy twisting a small, colorful fidget toy you always carried. The soft clicks and spins seemed to focus your mind amid the chatter and plans.

Daniela noticed and smiled gently. “Hey, what’s that?”

You held it up a little shyly. “It’s a fidget toy. Helps me stay calm when things get overwhelming.”

Megan leaned closer, intrigued. “Can I try?”

You handed it over, watching as Megan fumbled a bit before managing a few spins. Everyone chuckled softly.

Sophia chimed in, “If it helps you, we’re all for it. Maybe we should get some for ourselves when things get hectic.”

Lara laughed, “Yeah, I’d probably break it in five minutes.”

Your smile was quiet but genuine. You felt seen,  not just as the ‘quiet one,’ but as someone with your own way to navigate the world.

Later, during downtime, Daniela pulled out a second fidget toy from her bag and tossed it to you. “For you. Consider it a team gift.”

Your fingers tightened around it, warmth spreading in your chest. Small things like this made a big difference.

There were still moments where the members went beyond your boundaries without them knowing, like the time you had to share a hotel room with Megan and Lara.

The hotel room door swung open and Megan and Lara burst in like a whirlwind, laughing, unpacking loudly, throwing clothes around. You followed slowly behind, clutching your shark-patterned comfort blanket, already feeling your chest tighten.

Megan tossed her bag onto the floor with a thud. “Finally! This room is ours!”

Lara plopped down on the bed, kicking off her shoes. “Let’s get ready for tomorrow!”

You quietly sat on the edge of your bed, eyes wide, scanning the clutter quickly spreading across the floor, makeup, chargers, half-empty snack wrappers.

The noise, the chaos, it felt like your mind was being squeezed in a vice.

Megan and Lara chattered nonstop, unaware of how you flinched at every loud laugh or sudden movement. When they started playing music, you pulled her hoodie over your head and hugged your blanket tightly.

Minutes passed but the mess grew and so did your overwhelm.

Finally, you stood up, voice strained but firm. “I… I don’t think I can sleep here.”

Megan looked confused. “What do you mean? It’s just a room.”

You swallowed hard. “It’s too loud. Too messy. I need… quiet.”

Lara frowned but nodded slowly. “Okay, we get it.”

Later, Sophia came by and gently suggested, “Why don’t you share my room from now on? It’s quieter. I want you to feel comfortable.”

Your face softened at the offer. “I’d like that.”

From then on, Sophia’s room became your refuge, calm, safe, and just enough space to breathe.

The first night in Sophia’s room felt like a breath of fresh air. The soft hum of the air conditioner and the gentle rustling of curtains replaced the chaos you had come to dread. Sophia sat on the edge of her bed, reading a book, while you curled up on the other side, clutching your shark blanket.

“You can take the bed,” Sophia offered softly, noticing your hesitation.

You shook your head. “I’m okay here.” You hugged the blanket tighter, feeling safe.

Sophia smiled gently, understanding more than words could say.

Over the next few days, their routines began to mesh. Sophia would quietly brush her hair before bed, and you found yourself mimicking the motion absentmindedly, your hands moving in a calming rhythm. Sometimes Sophia caught you doing little stimming habits, tapping your fingers or twisting a strand of hair, and never said a word, just smiled warmly.

One evening, you felt especially overwhelmed after a long day of rehearsals and media. You sat cross-legged on the floor, rocking slightly, fingers tracing patterns on your shark blanket.

Sophia noticed immediately and sat down beside you, gently resting a hand on your shoulder.

“You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to,” she whispered.

You looked up, eyes glossy. “It’s a lot.”

Sophia nodded. “I know. But I’m here.”

That simple reassurance made your chest loosen for the first time in hours. You leaned your head against Sophia’s shoulder, and Sophia wrapped an arm around you.

Their bond deepened quietly, from shared cups of tea in the mornings, to late-night talks about hopes and fears, to the comforting silence they shared when words weren’t enough.

One night, as they sat on the bed, Sophia reached out and took your hand, intertwining your fingers.

Your heart jumped.

Sophia smiled softly, “You’re not alone anymore.”

And in that moment, the quiet room was no longer just a refuge, it was where two hearts began to heal together.

~

Your bond with Sophia deepened.

The day had been draining, too many loud voices, flashing cameras, and expectations. You felt the familiar swell of anxiety rising, the tight knot in your chest making it hard to breathe.

You found Sophia sitting alone in the living room, quietly scrolling on her phone. The soft glow from the lamp painted Sophia’s face in warm light, calm and steady.

Without thinking much, you walked over and gently wrapped your arms around Sophia’s waist from behind.

Sophia looked surprised for a moment, then relaxed into the hug, a small smile touching her lips.

“It’s… nice,” You murmured into Sophia’s back, your voice shaky but sincere.

Sophia tilted her head, whispering, “You can always do that.”

You closed her eyes, letting yourself feel safe in the warmth of the embrace, the steady beat of Sophia’s heart grounding you.

It was a small act, but for you, it meant everything,  a wordless way to say, I need you, and thank you for being here.

~

The dance studio hummed with energy, music blaring, feet tapping, voices calling out counts and cues. Katseye was deep into rehearsal, perfecting their choreography for the upcoming show.

You tried to focus, but the flood of sounds and lights made your chest tighten. The pounding bass wasn’t just background anymore; it felt like it was shaking inside your head. The bright overhead lights stung your eyes, and every movement around you seemed amplified and chaotic.

You tugged your oversized hoodie sleeves over your hands, a small attempt to shield yourself. But it wasn’t enough.

Your fingers started to twitch, and a strange jitter settled through your limbs. You felt the familiar rising panic. The crowding noise around you, the girls practicing their routines, the coaches shouting instructions, began to blur and distort.

Without thinking, you slipped away to the corner of the studio, backing against the wall, breathing shallow and fast. You pulled your hood low, hoping the dark fabric would dull the sensory overload.

But it wasn’t working. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears.

Sophia spotted you immediately. She’d learned to read the signs, the twitching fingers, the sudden silence, the retreat into a shadowed space. The group had noticed too, but none had the close connection Sophia did. She knew your triggers, knew how important the little things were.

Quietly, Sophia excused herself and returned moments later with a secret weapon: a soft, thick blanket patterned with playful cartoon sharks, just like the one you always kept at home, a constant source of comfort and calm.

Kneeling beside you, Sophia draped the blanket gently over your shoulders, the familiar softness wrapping around you like a lifeline.

You blinked up at her in stunned surprise, your frantic breath slowing as your body relaxed under the familiar pattern. The room’s chaos faded slightly, replaced by the quiet safety of the small gesture.

The other girls paused their rehearsals and watched in silence. Megan sat on the floor nearby, a small smile spreading across her face. “She really gets you,” she whispered.

Lara nodded, eyes shining with understanding. “I’ve never seen her so calm so quickly.”

Sophia’s hand rested lightly on your back. “You’re not alone. We’re all here.”

You leaned into the warmth, feeling the heavy weight of anxiety lift, if only a little.

For a moment, the world outside the blanket didn’t exist. There was just the soft texture, the quiet heartbeat beside you, and the promise that you were safe.

When you finally stood, the group greeted you with smiles and warm words. No questions, no pressure, just quiet support.

Later, you caught Sophia’s eye and mouthed, “Thank you.”

Sophia smiled back, her eyes full of quiet love. “Always.”

The rehearsal studio quieted only slightly as the girls returned to marking their steps, giving you some space, but Sophia stayed close.

You sat on the floor with the shark blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders, fingers running along the soft stitched fins and tiny embroidered teeth, your stimming grounding you.

Sophia crouched beside you again and reached into her tote bag.

“I brought something else,” she said softly, careful not to startle you.

You blinked up at her.

From the bag, Sophia pulled out a compact black case and unzipped it to reveal sleek, high-quality noise-canceling headphones, not just any pair. They were the exact model you had once raved about during a quiet one-on-one conversation at the dorms, your eyes lighting up in that rare, unguarded way.

“I noticed how much the noise gets to you during practice,” Sophia said, voice gentle and sincere. “These helped me during flights. I thought… maybe they’d help you too.”

Your mouth parted, eyes widening behind your slightly foggy glasses. You reached out slowly, reverently, taking the headphones in your hands like they might vanish.

“You remembered…” you whispered.

“Of course I did,” Sophia smiled, brushing some hair from your forehead. “You matter.”

The room seemed to shrink around them, the chaos melting away again.

You hesitated for only a moment before placing the headphones over your ears. When you switched them on, the room dulled instantly. The thrum of rehearsal dimmed into a soft hum, like you were underwater, safe, protected.

Your shoulders visibly dropped. Your breathing slowed.

Sophia watched carefully, checking for any discomfort, but you gave her a tiny nod and, something rare, a smile.

A real one.

Sophia's heart swelled.

Across the room, Megan gave a thumbs-up, while Lara wiped a tear with a playful, “I’m not crying, you’re crying.”

Manon leaned toward Daniela and whispered, “This is like watching the softest love story unfold.”

Yoonchae just beamed. “I think we all needed to see this.”

For the rest of rehearsal, you stayed wrapped in your shark blanket, headphones snug on your head. And though you didn’t rejoin the dance, you quietly followed the moves from your spot, mimicking steps with your fingers, processing at your own pace.

Sophia stayed within your peripheral vision the whole time.

And when it was time to leave, you tugged lightly at Sophia’s sleeve and whispered, “Thank you… for making space for me.”

Sophia bumped your shoulder gently. “You don’t have to fit into the world. We’ll make the world fit you.”

You didn’t say anything else.

But you didn’t let go of Sophia’s hand all the way home.

~

The fans caught up on the shark special interest really quick.

It started at a fan sign.

They were seated in a long row, smiling, laughing, signing albums and answering shy fan questions. You sat near the end of the table, right beside Sophia, as always. Your shark blanket was draped over your lap like a shield, the edge poking out adorably beneath the table.

You wore your noise-canceling headphones, not over your ears, but resting comfortably around your neck. Every now and then, when the crowd grew louder or the lights began to overstimulate her, you’d slip them on for a few moments, eyes focused on your lap or Sophia’s hand tapping calming rhythms on the table between them.

Fans noticed.

And fans talked.

🐋 "Is Y/N wearing a shark blanket?? That’s actually the cutest thing ever help 😭"

🎧 "Wait I think those are noise-canceling headphones… is she okay?"

🌈 "I LOVE that she’s making herself comfortable during a fansign. That’s how you advocate for yourself!! Queen behavior 🫡"

🧠 "As an autistic fan, seeing Y/N stim openly and use her comfort tools is… wow. I’ve never seen an idol do that before. I feel seen."

One fancam even caught Sophia gently adjusting the blanket when it slipped, and fans zoomed in to see her hand resting softly over yours, thumb tracing slow circles. That moment, bare, quiet, authentic, spread across Twitter and TikTok like wildfire.

"This isn't just support. This is love. Sophia really said: your needs are not an inconvenience. 🥹"

At another event, a clip went viral where you paused in the middle of answering a question, put your headphones on, and took a deep breath. Instead of awkward silence, the audience stayed quiet, almost protectively.

Sophia leaned in with a small smile and answered the rest of the question on your behalf, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Which, to her, it was.

Later that night, the group's official account tweeted:

"Every member deserves to feel safe, inside and outside the spotlight. Thanks for supporting us while we support each other 💜 — KATSEYE"

It wasn’t just a message, it was a statement. An embrace.

And from that point on, it wasn’t rare to see fans bring tiny plush sharks to fan events. Some wore shark pins or gifted noise-canceling earbuds to the group’s donation drive in honor of your birthday. Others posted selfies wrapped in their own comfort blankets with the tag:

#SafeLikeYN

 #SharkSquad

And slowly but surely, the world you had always braced yourself against… started to soften at the edges.

It was after a long day of schedules. The van was quiet, filled with the soft glow of phone screens and the occasional sigh of exhaustion.

You sat curled up in the corner seat, hoodie pulled over your head, your shark blanket folded in your lap. The familiar weight of your noise-canceling headphones comforted you, even though they were switched off.

You wasn’t scrolling for yourself. You didn’t usually like to.

But Sophia had nudged you gently, offering her phone with a quiet, “You might want to see this.”

It was a thread.

A fan account had collected dozens of posts under the hashtag #SafeLikeYN.

“A thread of fans who’ve felt safe, seen, and loved because of Y/N and her comfort tools 🫶🦈”

— 🐋 “I brought my shark plushie to school today. First time ever. No one said anything mean. If Y/N can show up with her blanket, maybe I can, too.”

— 🎧 “I’m autistic and I always felt like I had to mask to be accepted. But then I saw Y/N stim on camera without shame. Now I wear my stim jewelry proudly.”

— 🌈 “She doesn’t hide. She exists. Fully. Loudly. Softly. That’s courage.”

Your throat tightened. Your fingers curled tighter around the blanket in your lap, your vision going a little blurry.

Sophia noticed, of course. She quietly shifted over, tucking herself into your side, letting her rest her head on your shoulder.

“You’re helping people,” she whispered, “just by being yourself.”

Later that week, at a fansign…

You were more relaxed now. Still quiet, still wrapped in your blanket, but your eyes were bright.

A young fan stepped up next, probably around thirteen. She was wearing a hoodie with tiny sharks all over it, oversized headphones, and held a handmade sign that said:

 “Thank you for making me feel normal.”

She didn’t speak right away. Just stared. Nervous. Tears brimming.

So you spoke first. Softly.

“Hi.”

The fan swallowed hard, then said, “I didn’t think… people like us could be onstage.”

You blinked. Then smiled, warm and wobbly. “Me neither.”

They both laughed, and the girl’s mother, who was standing behind her, wiped a tear from her cheek.

The fan leaned closer. “I brought something for you. I made it at school.”

It was a friendship bracelet. Plastic letter beads spelled out “SHARK BUDDY”.

You tied it on your own wrist right there with Daniela's help who was sitting next to you. “Thank you. I’ll wear it forever.”

Backstage, after the fansign…

You were quieter than usual. But not withdrawn.

You held your wrist up to Sophia, showing the bracelet.

“Do you think I… help them?”

Sophia cupped your cheek gently. “You don’t just help them, Y/N.”

“You lead them.”

~

It started with a surprise package.

You came home from rehearsal, overstimulated and drained. Sophia could tell the moment you stepped in, your hoodie was up, eyes unfocused, and your fingers were twitching slightly at your sides, looking for grounding.

“Hey,” Sophia said softly from the couch. “Come here.”

You dropped your bag and slowly made your way over. Sophia patted the seat beside her, then reached over to the coffee table where a neatly wrapped gift sat, blue tissue paper, a little tag that said:

For the softest human I know.

You tilted your head. “What’s this?”

“Just open it.”

You did. Carefully.

Inside was a pair of the fluffiest, softest pajama pants you had ever seen. But more importantly, they were covered in little cartoon sharks. The same ones from your comfort blanket.

Your breath caught.

“They’re from the same artist,” Sophia said, voice almost shy now. “I saw them online and I—I thought of you.”

You didn’t say anything. You just flopped into Sophia’s arms and buried your face in her neck.

“Thank you,” you mumbled.

A Week Later… During a Late-Night Live

It was just supposed to be a chill livestream.

Sophia and Megan were eating snacks, Lara was doing some weird filter challenge, and you had curled up in the corner of the couch, barely on-screen, hoodie up as usual.

But what fans did catch… were the shark pajama pants.

Bright blue. Fluffy. Iconic.

They trended within the hour.

🦈 y/n’s shark pants supremacy

 🦈 she’s literally living in them

 🦈 did sophia buy those????

 🦈 they match her BLANKET bro I’m crying

 🦈 autistic comfort fashion queen

Fan edits poured in. Shark merch spiked. Someone made a whole Twitter thread mapping every time you wore them, in house pics, behind-the-scenes, even in one quick shot during dance practice.

And then… during another live, someone asked:

“Y/N, do you ever wear real pants at home?”

You blinked at the comment, then slowly shook your head. “No. Shark pants forever.”

Sophia, beside you, chuckled and added: “I have to fight her just to get them in the laundry.”

You turned pink.

Backstage, later that night

Sophia leaned against the wall, watching Y/N bounce on your heels, stim toy in hand.

“You know,” Sophia said with a soft grin, “I bought them as a one-time comfort gift.”

“They’re permanent now,” You replied seriously. “Legally obligated.”

Sophia laughed and gently tugged you close by the waistband. “You’re ridiculous.”

You leaned into her side. “And fluffy.”

~

The dorm was in a state of chaos.

Music blasted from someone’s speaker, Megan and Lara were doing a very uncoordinated TikTok dance in the middle of the living room, and your blanket, your shark blanket, had been left carefully folded on the back of the couch.

You’d just gone to take a shower, trusting it would be safe.

It wasn’t.

At some point, Lara spun, arms flailing, and tripped. Her elbow landed right on Megan’s iced coffee, which spilled everywhere. Including all over the light blue fabric of the blanket.

The moment the music stopped and they both saw what happened, the room froze.

“…Oh no,” Lara whispered.

Megan stared at the blanket in horror. “Oh. No no no no—”

“What do we do?!” Lara hissed, already grabbing a towel.

Sophia appeared in the doorway just as Megan tried to dab at the stain, only making it worse. Her eyes fell on the mess, and then narrowed.

“Is that Y/N’s blanket?”

The room went dead quiet.

“Okay,” Sophia said, voice already taking command. “Give it to me. Now.”

Twenty minutes later, Sophia stood in the laundry room with the stained shark blanket gently soaking in a basin of warm water and detergent.

She was Googling “how to remove iced coffee stains from fleece” while Megan and Lara hovered guiltily behind her.

“I didn’t mean to!” Lara muttered for the tenth time. “She’s gonna freak out…”

Sophia didn’t respond, just kept carefully squeezing the fabric, as if it were glass.

“She’s not gonna freak out,” Sophia finally said. “She’s gonna be hurt.”

That shut them up.

You stepped out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later, hair damp and hoodie sleeves rolled up. The couch was empty. You blanket — gone.

You froze.

“…Where’s my blanket?” you asked quietly.

Nobody answered at first.

Then Sophia appeared from the hallway, holding the now-clean, still slightly damp shark blanket, and a matching brand-new one folded under her arm.

“I messed up,” she said gently. “I should’ve made sure it was safe. It got stained, but I cleaned it. And… just in case, I found this.”

She handed over the second blanket.

You blinked.

Your lip wobbled.

“It’s… the same.”

Sophia nodded. “Found it online. Took a while.”

You looked between them. “You… didn’t have to…”

“I wanted to,” Sophia said softly. “Because I know it matters. You matter.”

Then, very carefully, you stepped forward, and wrapped the blanket around your shoulders.

Then you stepped even closer, and hugged Sophia.

It was the first time the others had seen her initiate that much contact.

The room stayed still. Warm. Safe.

Later that week, during a live, fans saw you curled in the corner of the couch wearing the new blanket, and holding the old one in your lap like it was a prized treasure.

🦈 y/n with TWO shark blankets??? living the dream

 🦈 WAIT did one get ruined?? but why is she still holding it? MY HEART

 🦈 her comfort things mean so much to her I love how the girls support that

And in a rare comment, Sophia herself replied under a fan clip:

“Accidents happen. What matters is how you fix them.”

~

The girls were at a small post-interview reception, nothing fancy, just food, music, and a chance to socialize. It wasn’t usually your scene, but Sophia had nudged you into going. ("There'll be mini pizza's," she’d promised. That sealed it.)

You were tucked into a corner by the snack table, shark-printed fidget ring spinning on your finger as you carefully loaded your plate with mini pizza's head down and hoodie on.

That’s when she walked up.

“Hey,” the girl said casually, around their age, dressed like she belonged on a magazine cover. “Cute ring. Sharks?”

You looked up. “Yeah. They’re my special interest. Did you know great whites can detect a single drop of blood from up to five kilometers away?”

The girl blinked. “…Wow. That’s—kind of terrifying.”

You smiled brightly. “They’re misunderstood. Most shark attacks are misidentifications.”

The girl leaned in, grinning. “You’re kinda adorable when you talk about stuff you love.”

You blinked. “Oh. Thanks. I just like sharks.”

“I can tell. It's cute.”

You popped a cube of cheese into your mouth. “They’re also older than dinosaurs.”

The girl laughed. “You’re seriously something else.”

You beamed. “Thanks! I get that a lot.”

Across the room, the rest of Katseye watched from their spot by the drink table.

“…Is she flirting with Y/N?” Megan asked, squinting.

“She so is,” Lara replied.

“Y/N’s not even clocking it,” Yoonchae said, sipping her soda with an amused grin.

“Nope,” Sophia muttered, eyes fixed on the interaction, her expression unreadable.

The girl touched your arm lightly. “You wanna maybe hang out sometime? Like, just us?”

You nodded innocently. “Sure! I could show you the documentary I like. It’s about how sharks sleep.”

The girl chuckled. “I was thinking something a little more… date-like.”

You frowned. “Oh. I don’t really go on dates with strangers.”

“Then let’s not be strangers?”

You tilted your head. “Do you like sharks?”

The girl hesitated. “Um…”

You immediately went, “Oh. That’s okay. You don’t have to pretend.”

Back at the table, Megan was giggling. “She turned her down with shark facts.”

“I love her so much,” Lara whispered.

Sophia was still watching, fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve.

You returned a few minutes later, plate in hand, completely unbothered.

“That girl totally asked you out,” Megan said, eyebrows up.

You blinked. “She did?”

“She definitely did,” Yoonchae said.

“Oh…” You blinked, looked back toward the girl, confused. “Huh. Weird.”

Sophia glanced up. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” You shrugged, then looked at Sophia and smiled faintly. “I wouldn’t go on a date with someone who doesn’t like sharks anyway.”

Sophia’s lips twitched. “Good. I’d be disappointed if you did.”

You tilted her head. “…Would you want to see the documentary?”

Sophia paused, then smiled. “Only if I get to wear the fluffy shark pants.”

You blushed so hard you nearly dropped your plate.

—

A few days after the “cheese cube incident,” the girls were lounging in their hotel suite post-rehearsal. You were curled up on the couch in your shark pants, noise-canceling headphones hanging loosely around your neck, idly spinning your fidget ring and watching the others scroll on their phones.

Megan looked over at her and suddenly grinned.

“Y/N.”

You blinked up. “Yeah?”

“Okay,” Megan said, sitting up and clapping her hands. “We’re doing something important. Critical, even. Life skills.”

“Oh no,” You muttered, immediately suspicious.

Yoonchae flopped down beside you, holding up her phone. “We’re gonna teach you how to decode flirting.”

You blinked. “Why?”

Lara leaned in. “Because someone could literally propose marriage to you in Morse code, and you’d assume they were asking for shark facts.”

“I don’t think that’s fair,” You said, frowning. “I’d probably give them both.”

Megan laughed. “Case in point!”

Sophia sat nearby on the floor, hiding a smile behind her water bottle.

You hugged a pillow. “But… what if I don’t want to decode it?”

“Do you like knowing when someone’s into you?” Lara asked gently.

“I mean… I guess I should. Sometimes people get weird when I don’t notice,” You admitted. “It’s confusing.”

Sophia’s voice piped in, calm and kind. “You don’t have to change how your brain works. But if you want help understanding… we can teach you the signals.”

You considered that. “Okay… But if I guess wrong, don’t laugh.”

“Deal,” Megan said solemnly, and pulled out her notes app. “Alright. Scenario one. Someone touches your arm and says, ‘You’re so interesting when you talk about things you love.’”

You tilted your head. “They’re being nice?”

Lara shook her head. “They’re flirting, babe.”

“Oh. Okay…” You paused. “What if they say, ‘You’re really cute when you smile?’”

Yoonchae: “Flirting.”

“‘Do you wanna hang out—just the two of us?’”

Megan: “Big flirting.”

“‘Do you wanna see my shark documentary?’”

All the girls turned to Sophia.

Sophia’s face went slightly pink. “Uh… I’d say… that one depends on context.”

You blinked. “That was my question.”

Lara smirked. “And yet, you have offered it to exactly one person in this room.”

You went very still. “...Oh.”

Sophia, gently: “Still want me to watch it?”

You, cheeks blazing: “Only if you wear the shark pants again.”

Yoonchae fell off the couch from laughing.

~

The next morning, the Katseye members gather in the living room, sipping coffee and chatting quietly. Sophia is unusually quiet, occasionally glancing at you, who’s wrapped in your shark blanket, eyes bright but shy.

Megan nudges Lara, whispering, “Did you see how Y/N looked at Sophia last night? Like, really looked.”

Lara smirks. “Yeah. It’s not just a crush. That’s deep.”

Megan nods, watching as you quickly look away when Sophia laughs across the room.

Daniela joins in, “And the way Y/N always finds little excuses to sit next to Sophia… or touch her arm when no one’s paying attention.”

Lara smiles knowingly. “Remember the night of the meltdown? Sophia was the only one who could calm her. It’s like… Y/N trusts no one but her.”

Megan laughs softly, “She even wears those ridiculous shark pants all the time just because Sophia gave them to her.”

Sophia, overhearing, looks a little flushed but says nothing.

Daniela grins, “You guys, I think Y/N’s in love. Like, really in love.”

Lara nods, “Yeah, and Sophia’s not just her leader or bandmate anymore. She’s everything.”

Megan looks over at you, who’s quietly humming to yourself, cheeks pink. “Poor thing. She’s so shy, but so obvious.”

Sophia finally smiles and squeezes your hand gently. “She’s more than obvious to me.”

The others share a warm, knowing look. They don’t need words. They all see it now.

~

Later that day, the group is hanging out in the rehearsal room. You and Sophia are sitting close on the couch, sharing earbuds and watching a music video.

Megan nudges Lara, whispering loud enough for the others to hear, “Hey, Y/N, you’ve been pretty glued to Sophia lately. What’s the secret?”

Lara grins, “Yeah, spill the tea. We’re all friends here.”

Your face flushes a deep red. You duck your head, but before you can say anything, Daniela chimes in with a teasing smile, “Come on, Y/N, you can tell us. We promise we won’t bite.”

Sophia chuckles softly and wraps an arm protectively around your shoulder. “She doesn’t have to say anything. We all know.”

The others laugh and start exchanging knowing looks.

Megan winks, “Sophia, you’ve got her wrapped around your finger.”

Sophia shrugs, pretending to be modest but her eyes shine with affection. “Maybe. But she’s pretty amazing, you know?”

Daniela nudges you gently. “We just want you to be happy, Y/N. And if that means you and Sophia being… whatever this is, then we’re here for it.”

You finally look up, shy but grateful. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

Lara grins, “And don’t think we won’t tease you endlessly. We love watching you two.”

Sophia leans over and whispers in your ear, “Ready for a break? I could use some quiet time.”

You smiles, slipping yourhand into Sophia’s, the warmth spreading through you.

The members exchange smiles, happy to witness something genuine growing between their friends.

~

Before every rehearsal, you lines up three little shark figurines, your comfort objects, in front of Sophia’s music stand. When Sophia asks why, you shrugs and say,

 “They remind me of you — steady, strong, and always there.”

 Sophia’s smile melts into a soft glow. “You’re really something special, you know that?”

~

The room buzzed softly with chatter and the faint clatter of coffee cups. Everyone was settling in after rehearsal, but you kept your gaze low, eyes focused somewhere near the floor, avoiding the usual direct stares.

Sophia had just walked in, her hair freshly cut, now with soft bangs framing her face. The change was subtle, but something about it caught you completely off guard.

Without meaning to, your eyes lifted, slowly, carefully, and fixed on Sophia’s face.

Sophia noticed and raised an eyebrow, curious but silent.

Your voice came out quiet, hesitant, barely above a whisper:

 “whoa, You look... beautiful.”

You didn’t meet Sophia’s eyes fully, but this time, you didn’t look away immediately either. Instead, your gaze lingered on the delicate shape of Sophia’s new bangs and the way they softened her features.

Sophia’s lips curled into a surprised, gentle smile.

 “That’s... the nicest thing I’ve heard today.”

Your cheeks flushed faintly, and you looked down again, hands nervously twisting the hem of your sleeve.

For a moment, the usual barrier, the walls you kept up around everyone, seemed just a little thinner, all because of those new bangs.

The bright studio lights hummed softly as the members of Katseye sat for a live interview. Cameras captured every smile, every gesture, but one thing stood out. Your eyes were locked on Sophia, unwavering, almost mesmerized.

Megan nudged Lara quietly. “Is Y/N seriously staring at Sophia like that? During an interview?” she whispered with a grin.

Lara chuckled, “She can’t even hide it. It’s like Sophia’s the only person in the room.”

Sophia caught their glances and blushed, trying to keep a professional smile. “Guys, behave,” she muttered, but the warmth in her cheeks betrayed her.

After the interview, Daniela teased you, “You know this isn’t a private moment, right? Your staring contest with Sophia is winning.”

You just gave a small, shy smile but didn’t deny it.

Meanwhile, online, fans had already caught on. Tweets flooded with captions like:

“Y/N can’t stop looking at Sophia and honestly same 😍”

 “Did anyone else notice Y/N’s eyes during the interview? So much love there!”

 “Katseye’s secret love story? I’m here for it 💕 #TeamSophiaYN”

The fan community was buzzing, piecing together every subtle glance, every quiet smile.

—

The group was getting restless backstage after rehearsal. Megan checked her phone again. “Has anyone seen Y/N? She was here a minute ago.”

Lara frowned, scanning the rooms nearby. “No sign. Maybe she went to the lounge?”

Daniela opened the door to the dressing rooms. “She’s not in any of these.”

Sophia’s brow furrowed with concern. “Y/N usually lets one of us know if she needs to step away.”

Minutes passed, and their worry grew.

Finally, Megan peeked into Sophia’s room, and there you were.

You lay curled up on Sophia’s bed, eyes closed, clutching your fluffy shark blanket tightly. Your breathing was slow and steady, peaceful. The soft glow from the bedside lamp bathed the room in warmth.

Sophia smiled gently, slipping off her shoes to sit beside her. She brushed a loose strand of hair from your face and whispered, “There you are.”

Lara whispered to Megan, “She must’ve needed a break.”

Daniela nodded. “Look at her, so peaceful. Sophia, you’ve got a guardian angel.”

Sophia’s eyes softened. “I’ll stay with her.”

The others quietly left, letting you rest, safe and cared for, wrapped in the comfort of your blanket and Sophia’s quiet presence.

—

The night air was thick with flashing cameras and eager voices. Your heart pounded as you stepped outside the restaurant, the chaotic swarm of fans and paparazzi closing in fast. Without your shark blanket, the usual comfort was missing, and every light, every shout, felt like a jarring burst inside your head.

Your breath hitched. Your fingers trembled uncontrollably. You tried to keep walking, hoping to reach the van, but the crowd’s noise was growing louder, more overwhelming.

Suddenly, a sharp sting of panic swept through you. Your vision blurred, tears pricked at your eyes, and your body began to shake. You dropped the small bag you were carrying and clutched your head, gasping for air.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Sophia’s voice cut through the chaos as she rushed forward, her hand reaching for your arm.

But the crowd surged, eager for photos and autographs, oblivious to your distress.

Your breath hitched again, and you sobbed quietly, overwhelmed by the noise and light. You shrank into yourself, trying to make yourself smaller, but the pressure of the crowd was suffocating.

Seeing this, Megan and Lara quickly moved to surround you, forming a protective barrier with their bodies.

“Back off! Give her space!” Megan shouted firmly at the crowd.

Sophia crouched down beside you, wrapping an arm gently around your trembling shoulders. “You’re safe. I’m here.”

The paparazzi clicked relentlessly, but Sophia’s fierce glare stopped anyone from pushing closer.

Your tears spilled freely now. Your breath was shallow as you clung to Sophia’s jacket, desperately needing to escape the sensory overload.

Megan pulled out noise-cancelling headphones from her bag and handed them to Sophia, who carefully placed them over your ears.

Instantly, the world’s chaos dimmed.

Sophia helped you lean into her side as the group slowly moved toward the waiting van, shielding her from view.

Once inside, you closed your eyes, finally able to breathe.

Sophia whispered softly, “We’ll always protect you.”

Inside the van, the doors shut with a soft thud, muffling the outside noise. You curled up against Sophia, the warmth and steady heartbeat grounding you.

The members exchanged worried glances but smiled gently, giving you all the space and support you needed.

Outside, fans and paparazzi had witnessed the meltdown and the members’ fierce protectiveness.

On social media, reactions poured in:

“Did anyone else see Y/N just break down? So heartbreaking but so real.”

“The way Sophia and the others shielded her... that’s true friendship and care.”

“Love how Katseye takes care of each other. Y/N is lucky.”

“I hope Y/N’s okay. It’s so brave to be herself even with all the pressure.”

Back in the van, Megan softly brushed your hair away from your face.

“We’ll make sure you always have your blanket and headphones, okay? No more forgetting them.”

Lara nodded, “And if it gets too much, you tell us anytime. No judgment.”

You looked up, eyes still glistening, and gave a small nod.

Sophia smiled warmly. “We’ve got you. Always.”

Your lips curved into the faintest smile, feeling seen and safe for the first time in a long while.

The dorm was quiet, you were resting, tucked under a soft blanket with the window slightly cracked open for fresh air. The buzz of the day’s chaos had finally faded, leaving a much-needed calm.

Meanwhile, the rest of the girls gathered in the brightly lit common room, smartphones and cameras ready. Lara held a clipboard with notes, Megan adjusted the lighting, and Daniela read over the script once more.

Sophia took a deep breath and smiled at the group. “Let’s do this for Y/N. She deserves respect—always.”

They started recording.

One by one, each member looked directly into the camera, speaking with sincerity:

“Respect Y/N’s space.”

“Give her time to answer.”

“Remember that she’s more than just what you see on stage.”

“We love her for who she truly is.”

The video ended with a shared message across the screen:

“Respect. Understanding. Support. For Y/N — and everyone who needs it.”

Later, they sent it to you, who watched quietly from her room. Your eyes softened as you saw their faces and heard their voices, feeling that silent, powerful message wrap around you like a warm hug.

It’s late. The others are asleep, or at least pretending to be.

Sophia stands in the dim kitchen, pouring herself water. She’s still in the same clothes as from the video, hair loose, hoodie sleeves pushed halfway up her arms.

From the couch, a soft rustle. You, wrapped in your shark blanket, slowly sits up and yawns.

“I thought you were out cold,” Sophia says with a smile.

“I was,” You murmur, rubbing at your eyes. “But you weren’t back yet.”

Sophia pauses. “Were you… waiting for me?”

You shrug, your voice quiet. “Kind of. I don’t always sleep well when you’re not here.”

Sophia blinks. Her hand tightens slightly on the glass. “That’s… nice to hear.”

A pause.

Then, you pat the spot beside you. “You can sit, if you want.”

Sophia does. And for a moment, it’s quiet. The kind of quiet that feels loaded. Warm.

Y/N fidgets with the corner of the blanket. “I’ve been thinking about the flirting lessons.”

Sophia smiles. “Yeah?”

“I think I’m getting better. Like…” you turn to her, eyes searching, “if someone made time to learn what calms me down, like sharks and space and all the soft things—and if they memorized what kind of touch I’m okay with and bought me fluffy pants and always sit close but never too close—” you swallow, “—I’d maybe think they liked me.”

Sophia’s breath hitches. “You would?”

You nod, voice suddenly small. “But I’m not always sure.”

Sophia reaches out, slowly, and gently pushes your headphones back behind your ears. “Then let me make it simple.”

She leans in, carefully, giving you every chance to pull away.

“I like you,” Sophia whispers. “I don’t care how long it takes for you to believe it. I’m not going anywhere.”

You stare at her. Your cheeks are red. But you don't shy away.

Instead, you whisper: “You’re not just saying that because I own five pairs of shark pants?”

Sophia laughs, soft and breathless. “That’s only about thirty percent of it.”

You giggle, and then do something that surprises even yourself.

You lean in first.

A kiss. Soft. Awkward. Gentle.

And completely real.

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Beasts and Burnouts- Megan Skiendel (Part 2)

Fluffy Version

“You’re her anchor.”

The silence between Sophia’s last words and your own breath stretched too long.

Your throat closed. “That’s not possible,” you whispered.

But Megan was already backing up.

You didn’t even have to say it aloud. She’d heard.

Her eyes were wide now- not glowing, not sharp. Just… startled. Like a deer that’d wandered too far into town.

“Megan-”

“I didn’t mean to,” she blurted, hands up, voice too high, too human. “I didn’t mean to do anything.”

You lowered the phone slowly, not even registering that Sophia was still talking.

Megan took another step back.

“I didn’t even know if you’d see me,” she said, voice shaking now. “I was going to say something. I- I tried to say something. But you- you kissed me back.”

“You kissed me,” you said, eyes narrowing.

“I panicked!” she cried, running both hands through her hair. “I was trying to be suave! And spooky! And cool!”

“You were none of those things!”

“I know!!”

She sounded like she was going to cry. Or combust. Or both.

You blinked, suddenly more confused than angry.

She was supposed to be ancient. Dangerous. Mysterious.

Instead she was clutching her slushy cup like a lifeline and pacing in frantic little half-circles on the sidewalk.

“I didn’t think it would bind,” she muttered. “It’s so rare. It’s always been rare. The last time it happened I was in France, and there were like five comets and a sacred tree involved-”

“Megan.”

“-and she didn’t kiss me back. So it didn’t count. I checked.”

“Megan.”

She froze.

You stepped closer.

Her ears flicked into visibility for a split second before she forced them down again.

“What does it mean,” you spoke quietly. “To be your anchor?”

Megan swallowed.

You could see it now- underneath the ancient, underneath the posturing. The fear.

“It means,” she murmured shamefully, “that I… stay.”

You blinked. “What?”

“I don’t usually,” she continued. “I go. I appear, I haunt, I… collect things. Energy. Memory. All that.” She made a vague swirl gesture. “But if I anchor… if someone sees me, really sees me, and lets me… in, even just for a moment…”

Her voice dropped to a whisper.

“I don’t get to leave.”

You stared at her.

“Ever?” you asked incredulously.

She shook her head, once.

Your chest tightened.

Megan tried to laugh. “So congratulations. You broke the fox. You glitched the ghost. You domesticated a chaos spirit who once made a 13th century monk swear off soup.”

You didn’t smile.

Neither did she.

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” she said again. “But I can feel it. I’m tethered. To you.”

Your voice came out smaller than you meant it to.

“Does that… hurt?”

Megan hesitated.

Then:

“No.”

She looked up at you, terrified and hopeful all at once.

“It’s the first time in a long time I’ve felt… real. Like I don’t have to fade when the sun comes up. Like I don’t have to hide under coats and fog and dramatic lighting.”

You looked down at your hands.

The cup she gave you was still warm.

“I don’t know what to do,” you murmured.

“That makes two of us.”

You stood in silence for a beat.

Then, because your legs were moving before your brain could stop them, you stepped forward and handed the iced coffee back to her.

“Okay,” you said. “Then let’s figure it out.”

Megan blinked.

Her tails flickered into half-visibility again- like sunlight caught in a prism. She looked down at the coffee. Then up at you.

“You’re not scared?” she asked.

“I’m terrified.”

She smiled softly. “Me too.”

You weren’t sure who leaned in first.

But this time, when she kissed you, it wasn’t a blackout or a vision or a hunger-fueled cosmic mistake.

It was soft.

Warm.

A little awkward- her nose bumped yours- and her hands were trembling when she cupped your face.

But it was real.

You were real.

And somewhere, deep inside the strange glowing root system of her being, the bond pulsed gently in return.

Your lips barely parted.

You were still holding Megan’s coat sleeve, her hands warm against your jaw, the iced coffee in danger of falling to its doom between your feet.

And then-

Your phone, still in your other hand, screeched.

“ARE YOU STILL WITH HER?! I SWEAR TO GOD, [Y/N]-”

You flinched so hard the coffee lid popped off.

Megan yelped and leapt back like she’d been tased.

“Oh my GOD,” you hissed, fumbling to hit the mute button.

“IS THAT HER?! IS THAT HER BREATHING??” Sophia’s voice kept going, full banshee. “Don’t lie. I heard a yelp. That was a fox yelp.”

Megan blinked at you, stunned. “You kept the call on?”

“I forgot!”

“You let me confess my immortal bond to you with the phone still on?!”

“I was distracted by your tragic glowing eyes and emotional honesty!”

“I WAS BEING VULNERABLE!!”

“SHE’S EMOTIONALLY COMPROMISING YOU IN REAL TIME,” Sophia shrieked. “I’M COMING TO GET YOU.”

You mashed the speaker button by accident.

Sophia’s voice exploded between you again.

“I ALREADY CALLED A CAR. STAY WHERE YOU ARE. DON’T EAT ANYTHING SHE GIVES YOU. DON’T AGREE TO NAME YOUR CHILDREN AFTER MOONS.”

Megan stared at your phone, scandalized. “I wasn’t even going to bring up children.”

You winced. “Soph, can we maybe circle back to the mystical binding contract after I-”

“Nope. Not letting you get soul-bonded to a bimbo cryptid just because she brought you oat milk and did sad eyes.”

Megan gasped. “Bimbo?! I am mysterious! I have depths! I’ve seen volcanoes birth islands and I understand the human condition-”

Sophia gasped right back through the phone. “SHE SPEAKS.”

Megan puffed up like a cursed Pomeranian. “I have a personality, thank you.”

“You have a crime scene,” Sophia snapped. “You kissed my best friend and now she glows when she talks about you. This is supernatural fraud.”

You turned in a circle and sighed to the heavens. “Gods. I’m literally standing here with a fox witch and a lukewarm coffee and this is what breaks the vibe?”

Sophia continued, merciless. “Have you eaten anything? Have you crossed any thresholds? Did she make you write your name in a different language?”

“She touched my forehead,” you said, wry. “Is that illegal?”

Megan raised a hand. “It wasn’t a spell. It was… gay.”

You elbowed her gently. “Not helping.”

Sophia paused dramatically over the speaker. Then, very dry:

“Fine. You have ten minutes. Finish your cursed little kiss. Then I’m picking you up and we are talking about this in a safe, non-haunted, non-hot-girl-infested space.”

You cleared your throat. “Ten minutes?”

“I’m being generous,” she snapped. “Don’t you dare do anything else magical. I swear if you disappear into a moonbeam or float into the woods holding hands, I will spiritually disown you.”

Then the call cut off.

Silence returned.

You stood very still.

Megan blinked.

“…I liked her better when she didn’t know I existed,” she muttered.

You smirked, still red-faced. “She’s only like that because she loves me.”

“I could love you quieter,” Megan offered, lifting her hands.

“That’s not even remotely true.”

She grinned. “Okay. Yeah. No. But I could try.”

You picked up the iced coffee again, now mostly melted.

“She gave us ten minutes,” you said, nudging her shoulder. “Want to use them wisely?”

Megan’s ears flicked back into visibility. This time, she didn’t hide them.

“Yes,” she said. “Absolutely. Let’s recklessly enjoy the next nine and a half minutes.”

You laughed.

And pulled her close again.

Megan kissed like someone who hadn’t been allowed to for a long, long time. Like someone who’d forgotten what it felt like to be chosen. Her lips were soft, a little cold still, but they warmed fast. Her hand slipped around the back of your neck, tentative at first- and when you didn’t pull away, she deepened the kiss.

You melted. Right there. In the middle of the sidewalk under a flickering streetlamp like some sort of emotionally compromised raccoon whisperer.

She kissed you like she remembered the shape of you before she met you. Like you were already hers in every way but name.

You tugged her closer.

Her tail twitched into visibility. Then another. Then-

“Oh my god,” you whispered between kisses. “I forgot you have ears.”

Megan froze.

“Don’t,” she laughed immediately, breathless. “Don’t touch them, I swear-”

You reached up and brushed your fingers over one pointed white-and-pink ear.

Megan short-circuited.

Her whole body shivered. Her knees buckled a little.

She made a noise you’d absolutely be thinking about later.

“I SAID DON’T-”

“I didn’t know you were ticklish!”

“I’m not ticklish!” she protested, eyes wide and traitorously glossy. “I’m… I’m sensitive. It’s a biological vulnerability!”

“Oh really?” you teased, thumb brushing behind the curve of her ear again.

She made a strangled sound. “I’m gonna bite you.”

“Do it, coward.”

“I will.”

You kissed her again before she could threaten anything else- fast and laughing and dizzy with the ridiculousness of all of it. Her tails coiled around you unconsciously now, featherlight and warm.

The moment stretched, golden and fizzy.

Until-

A blast of cold mist smacked you both in the face.

Megan yelped and flailed backwards, nearly falling over a bike rack.

You whipped around, blinking through a cloud of floral-scented chaos.

Sophia stood six feet away in a fuzzy jacket, a face mask half-ripped off, holding a travel-sized Evian spray bottle like it was a holy weapon.

She was panting.

Holding a backup bottle in her purse.

“I told you ten minutes,” she snapped.

Megan wiped her face, soaked and blinking. “Is this-is this toner??”

“It’s jasmine and rosewater, bitch.”

You wiped your own face with your sleeve. “Sophia.”

“Do not Sophia me,” she barked, storming up between you. “You were making sounds. Emotional, metaphysical sounds. I heard the bond strengthening from the Uber.”

Megan tried to hide behind you. “This is harassment.”

“YOU’RE A FOX.”

“And you’re mean!!”

“STOP BEING HOT ABOUT MY BEST FRIEND AND I’LL STOP!!”

You threw your hands up. “Oh my god, this is- this is my life now, huh?”

Sophia whipped out her phone. “No. Because you’re coming home with me, and Megan can go back to whatever forest, cave, or cursed IKEA showroom she spawned from.”

Megan peeked over your shoulder.

“…Can I come?”

“Yes,” you answer, without thinking.

“NO!” Sophia snapped, at the exact same time.

There was a beat of silence. Megan’s ears flicked upright like an alert little German shepherd.

You slowly turned to Sophia. “I literally live with you three nights a week.”

“And I am retracting that offer until the cryptid stops trying to mate-bond you on the sidewalk like some kind of shapeshifting Victorian suitor.”

Megan bristled. “That’s extremely judgmental and also kind of hot when you say it like that-”

“Shut up.”

“I was being romantic!”

“You were purring.”

“I do not purr!”

“She purrs,” you confirm.

Megan smiled at you like you’d just given her a Nobel Peace Prize and maybe a baby name.

Sophia held up the spray bottle again.

Megan ducked behind a trash bin.

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. “Soph, she’s harmless.”

“She literally feeds on loneliness,” Sophia snapped, throwing her hands in the air. “You think I don’t have a right to be worried?! You have crushes on haunted dolls. This is the natural next step.”

Megan popped her head up. “Technically I vibe off loneliness. Feed is a little extreme. Unless you want to talk metaphorically in which case-”

Sophia turned and sprayed her again.

Megan hissed like a possum and ducked back down. “Why are you like this?”

You groaned. “Can we not do this in front of a bakery? People are watching.”

Across the street, someone actually clapped.

Megan waved. Sophia flipped them off.

You stepped in between the two of them, holding up your hands. “Okay. Listen. We’re all tired. We’re all emotionally compromised. And Megan’s wearing a sweatshirt from 1989 that may or may not be haunted.”

“It’s vintage,” Megan mumbled.

“I’m just saying,” you continued, “we can either stand here arguing about whether or not fox spirits can catch feelings, or we can all go back to Sophia’s, drink hot chocolate, and act like functional people.”

“I am functional,” Megan said.

“You tried to somersault through the store ceiling last night.”

“I landed.”

“You bruised your own tail.”

Sophia crossed her arms. “If I find one enchanted hair in my conditioner, I’m filing a restraining order with the Fae.”

You turned to Megan. “Can you promise to behave?”

“I can promise to try.”

Sophia glared.

“I can also promise to bring snacks.”

There was a long pause.

Sophia gritted her teeth. “Fine. But if you put one toe out of line, I will trap you in a salt circle and make you binge-watch The Bachelor until you beg for death.”

“Joke’s on you,” Megan said. “I love emotionally unstable human courtship rituals.”

Sophia’s eye twitched.

You clapped once, fast. “Great! Bonding! Let’s go before someone calls animal control or an exorcist.”

Megan leaned close as you walked toward the curb. “Do you think she’ll let me braid her hair?”

“She’s already planning to put your shampoo in the fridge.”

Megan gasped. “Cruel.”

Sophia, walking ahead, shouted back, “I heard that. And I’m texting Lara. If I have to suffer, she’s suffering too.”

Megan beamed. “Yay! Sleepover!”

You smiled, biting back a laugh.

Sophia’s apartment smelled like eucalyptus, lavender, and the barely-contained rage of a woman who had planned to spend the night alone with a sheet mask and her Anatomy of Grief essay.

Instead, she had a fox spirit drying her tails on her furniture.

Megan sat cross-legged on the couch in borrowed sweatpants and an oversized hoodie that read Team Edward Was Right. Her ears twitched periodically beneath the hood, still visible when she wasn’t paying attention. One tail was coiled neatly around her legs. The other two were splayed dramatically like she was recreating a Renaissance painting in protest.

You were curled up beside her, mug of cocoa in hand. Your knee brushed hers. She hadn’t moved away.

Across from you, Sophia glared over the rim of her mug like a therapist about to throw her notes.

And beside her, Lara had finally arrived, fully made-up and completely uninterested in anyone’s immortal bonding issues.

She popped a chocolate-covered strawberry into her mouth and chewed loudly.

“So,” Lara said, gesturing at Megan. “You’re the emotionally repressed were-possum.”

“I’m a fox spirit,” Megan corrected, tail twitching indignantly. “Possums don’t have this many tails.”

“Fair,” Lara said. “Still a red flag.”

Megan opened her mouth.

Sophia beat her to it. “So is flirting by telepathic blackout.”

“I didn’t mean to blackout anyone!”

“You bit her aura,” Sophia said, pointing with her mug. “I read that in the book. That’s what the glow means.”

“It was a gentle bite,” Megan muttered. “A consensual aura nibble.”

You buried your face in your hands. “Please never say aura nibble.”

Lara tilted her head. “Honestly I’m kind of impressed. I thought you were just imagining her to cope with midterm stress.”

Sophia nodded. “Same.”

“I can hear you both,” Megan said flatly.

Lara winked. “Good.”

Sophia crossed her arms again. “Look, I’m not saying I hate her. I’m saying that if she even thinks about doing weird spirit bonding stuff again, I will personally reenact The Exorcist with a water bottle and a Bluetooth speaker.”

“I brought snacks,” Megan offered weakly, gesturing to the box of Pocky and sour peach rings beside her.

“That doesn’t make you trustworthy,” Sophia said.

“It makes me polite.”

Sophia sipped her drink in judgment.

Megan leaned into you. “She’s terrifying,” she whispered.

“I know,” you whispered back. “She made a guy cry in debate club once without saying a word.”

“She should rule a small kingdom.”

“She already does. It’s called this apartment.”

Sophia narrowed her eyes at both of you. “I can still hear you.”

Lara stood up, stretching like a cat. “Okay, this is cute. I’m gonna go take a shower, steal your purple robe, and pretend none of this is my problem.”

Megan blinked. “She’s your roommate.”

“She’s your soulmate,” Lara said, pointing between you and Megan like she was connecting IKEA furniture. “And I’ve done my time.”

And then she disappeared into the hallway, humming a Donna Summer song.

Sophia stood.

You flinched instinctively.

But she just sighed and walked to the kitchen.

“You,” she said, pointing at Megan. “Stay. Quietly. No purring. No tail-shedding. No weird spirit cooking.”

Megan saluted.

You smiled, trying to fight the flutter in your chest.

And then you were alone again- just you and Megan, sitting in the warm buzz of late-night kitchen light, cocoa, and bad vibes managed for now.

Megan looked at you shyly.

“Hey,” she said, like she hadn’t already body-snatched your soul and maybe a small corner of your heart.

“Hey,” you said back, feeling it- soft, slow, impossible.

Her ears twitched again.

You reached out, brushing one behind your hand without thinking.

She squeaked.

And you smiled.

“Stop that,” she whispered, voice wobbly. “You can’t just- this is illegal. There are rules.”

“I think you made those rules up.”

“I’m serious,” she whined. “That’s like… a deeply private spot. I don’t even let ghosts touch those.”

You laughed quietly. “You hang out with ghosts?”

She pulled her mug closer to her face. “Of course I’m friends with ghosts. I’m not a monster.”

You scooted a little closer on the couch. The space between you was warm now, not electric. Familiar, even if still laced with something new.

She peeked at you from under her lashes, and for a second you could see it- how vulnerable she actually was beneath the drama and old magic. A girl, still trying to play a part she didn’t write. Still surprised that someone stayed.

“I meant what I said,” Megan murmured, setting her mug down. “I don’t know how to do this. Any of this. I’ve never… anchored like this before. And I don’t want to screw it up.”

You shrugged gently. “Good news is, you already have.”

Her eyes went wide.

You smiled. “But I kind of like that about you.”

She stared at you.

And then- slowly, nervously- she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your cheek. Just one.

Her tail looped softly around your ankle, tentative and featherlight.

You felt like your bones had turned to sunlight.

You turned your head toward her- just slightly.

She mirrored you.

And then you kissed again- deeper this time. Still gentle. But braver. Her hands found your waist, resting lightly. Your fingers curled into the collar of her sweatshirt. The kiss was soft, slow, exploratory. Like testing the edges of a new reality.

When you pulled back, Megan’s pupils were blown wide. Her ears had popped fully up, unbothered now.

“I like you,” she said, a little dazed.

You touched the tip of one ear again. “I know.”

She melted into the cushions, tail fluffing like a marshmallow left too long in cocoa.

Then-

“AHEM.”

Both of you jolted so hard the couch squeaked.

Sophia stood in the kitchen doorway, backlit like an avenging angel in fuzzy socks. She was holding a spoon. And what might’ve been a tub of peanut butter.

She raised the spoon. “I swear to god, if I hear so much as a single supernatural mating call, I will bless this apartment with Catholic rage and purified coconut oil.”

Megan whimpered.

You tried not to laugh and failed completely.

Sophia stormed back into the kitchen, muttering under her breath about “horny spirits” and “trauma-bound girlfriends” and “recasting protection spells with the moon in Aries.”

Megan leaned her forehead against yours, sighing.

“She really is terrifying.”

You grinned. “Told you.”

She nestled closer. “Still worth it.”

You sipped your cocoa and let her rest her head against your shoulder, her tails twitching in sleepy rhythm.

And for the first time since the night she walked into your store, the quiet felt… safe.

Until Lara burst back into the room-

Wearing Sophia’s purple robe and her towel turban like a crown, holding an electric toothbrush in one hand and a bag of Doritos in the other.

She paused dramatically in the doorway.

“Okay,” she said. “I’ve given you exactly thirty-seven minutes of ‘soft spooky girlfriend bonding’ and I need to know- has anyone here done anything illegal yet?”

You blinked. “Define illegal.”

“Supernaturally binding. Accidentally soul-marking. Cursed object sharing. Emotional nudity. Tongue.”

Megan raised a hand. “There might have been some ear-touching.”

Lara clicked her tongue. “Scandalous. But not criminal.”

She flopped onto the recliner, Doritos crinkling. The toothbrush was still buzzing in her other hand.

“You gonna turn that off?” you asked, glancing at the brush.

Lara shrugged. “This is ambiance.”

You glanced at Megan. She was stiff again, shoulders pulled taut under Sophia’s hoodie, tails tucked in tightly like she was trying to occupy less space. Her gaze kept darting- between Lara’s smug grin, Sophia’s pointed stare, and you, the only person in the room she wasn’t bracing for impact from.

She didn’t speak.

Didn’t try to defend herself. Didn’t make a joke.

She just watched.

Careful.

Like she was waiting for one of them to change their minds.

Lara crossed her legs and leaned back into the recliner. “So. What do you actually want with her?”

Megan blinked.

You could see it- the flicker of an instinct older than speech. The urge to vanish. Disappear into mist, or light, or silence.

But she didn’t.

“I don’t know,” Megan said finally, voice quiet. “I didn’t plan this.”

Lara tilted her head. “You always just haunt people by accident?”

Sophia shot her a look.

Megan’s tail twitched. “No.”

You touched her wrist gently.

Megan glanced at you, then back to Lara. “I saw her. That’s all. I don’t… connect like that. I wasn’t supposed to feel anything.”

“And now you’re anchored,” Sophia finished, folding her arms.

Megan nodded once. Her ears twitched beneath the hood, visible for just a second before she forced them down again.

Sophia’s voice was cool. “That’s a lot of weight to put on someone who didn’t ask for it.”

“I know.”

“And you didn’t think to warn her?”

Megan looked down at her hands. “I didn’t think I could.”

Silence.

Lara finally broke it.

“Well,” she chirped. “Points for not pretending to be harmless.”

Megan looked up. Surprised.

“You’re obviously not normal,” Lara went on. “You blacked out the store, hijacked her brain, and showed up in a coat like you were doing a live reading of a forbidden romance novel.”

Megan blinked. “Is that… bad?”

Lara shrugged. “It’s a choice.”

Sophia sighed. “You’re not helping.”

“I am helping,” Lara said, popping a Dorito in her mouth. “I’m establishing that I know she’s weird, I see that she’s weird, and I’m not gonna pretend she’s not- which, by the way, is probably the first normal reaction anyone’s had to her in centuries.”

Megan’s eyes narrowed slightly. Suspicious.

You gently nudged her knee. “She’s being mean. But not cruel.”

Megan tilted her head at you. “…How do you tell the difference?”

“Lara still shares her food with people she hates,” you said, picking up a stray Pocky from the coffee table. “That’s practically a blood oath.”

Lara smirked. “I also don’t flirt with things I want to kill.”

“Debatable,” Sophia muttered.

But even she sounded slightly softer now.

Megan nodded slowly, like she was trying to follow a language she’d only half-learned. She sat straighter but didn’t speak again. Just let her hands rest still in her lap, like they might give something away.

You leaned a little closer, just enough that your warmth touched hers.

Not pulling her in. Just making space.

Eventually, Sophia stood. “I’m going to bed,” she announced. “There’s tea in the cupboard. Blankets in the linen closet. No spirit summoning in the bathroom.”

Megan blinked. “You think I summon spirits?”

Sophia glanced back. “I think you are a spirit. And you don’t seem to know where you end and your magic begins.”

Then she was gone- hallway light snapping off behind her.

Megan sat still for a long time.

Then, so quietly it barely registered:

“…I liked her robe.”

You snorted.

Lara smirked.

And the air in the room shifted again- not softer, not exactly. But quieter.

Less threatening.

Like maybe the ghost of trust was willing to hover near the windowsill.

[wavhyuns10]

Megan spider man is my new favourite thing

— SOMETHING LIKE A SUN ✧ M.S

summary જ⁀➴ dating a superhero isn't always easy. after an argument between you and megan, she ends up bringing her dog – krypto back from her cousin to try and win you over

warnings/tags જ⁀➴ fluff, mild angst, established relationship, dc!kats au, f!reader, supergirl!megan, mention of drinking problems, mild arguments, happy ending, not proofread

dating megan skiendiel wasn't easy. being supergirl made things a little difficult for her – and your relationship with her. being from krypton, she didn't understand a lot of things. social queues, mannerisms, how to talk to certain people, etc. which meant some arguments – if you could even call them that – took place occasionally. except this time, you were serious.

megan didn't take a lot seriously. she was one to always joke around, say a funny tag line while reporters interviewed her, tease the bad guys and normal people and simply laugh when they would get irritated. she just wasn't a serious person. it's just how she was.

you found out she was supergirl fairly quickly into your relationship. she was cluelessly obvious about it, and you ended up finding out when she accidentally busted through your door in costume. it was comical, actually.

you understood her duties well, that she had to leave often at random times so that she can help someone or save the world, but she was struggling to keep you in the same lifestyle. but you kept telling yourself 'it's her job' and you would do your best to forget about it.

but this was the final straw.

megan promised she'd be back in time to eat dinner with you, saying that she didn't have to do much that day and if anything she would make time for it. so you believed it. you made her favorite meal and bought drinks.

except she never showed up.

you ate your portion alone, and put the rest in a tupperware container and put it in the fridge. then you sat in bed, staring at the little read receipt on your most recent text. you don't know for how long until you fell asleep, phone still in your hands, heart cracking into thousands of pieces.

when megan returned, it was after one in the morning and things were clinking and crashing. you woke up to it, obviously. you debated even getting up, but couldn't make a decision before she enters the room, and you can instantly tell she's drunk. 'tipsy' she would say.

"heyyy, you asleep?"

you bite your tongue to keep you from responding.

"babyyyy, wake up." you can hear the pout in her voice, her hand reaching forward to you.

"go away, megan." you tell her sternly.

her hand halts in its place, her eyebrows furrowed together as she processes your words. "why're you upset?" she asks, like she genuinely doesn't remember.

"you tell me." you sit up suddenly, making her stumble a few steps back, almost hitting the dresser. "y'know, when people make a promise, they keep it. they don't forget about it and leave the other person feeling like shit."

megan blinks. and then a small smile appears on her face, and you want to punch it off. "what did i promise? you make me make lots of those."

you stare at her with disbelief, your mouth slightly agape. "are you serious?"

"are you?" megan responds.

you let out a forced laugh. "wow." you pull the blanket off you and stand. "get out."

megan doesn't seem fazed by your words, or the tone in your voice. still smiling at you. "you don't mean that."

"i'm serious, megan," you tell her. "get out. i don't want to see you right now."

she tries to reach for your hand, but you pull away before she can even grab you. she's slower moving when she's intoxicated, you noticed. normally being faster than a human, but regressing to normal human speed whenever she drinks. her face drops, realizing you are serious about this.

"really?" she asks. "i don't–what did i do?"

"talk to me when you're not drunk and can't even bother to answer me when i text and call you." you cross your arms over your chest. "go home."

"but this is my home," she says.

you hate the way your heart twists at her words. "go. home." you tell her.

"no." she shakes her head.

"excuse me?" you let out surprised. "last time i checked, this is my home, and you just are here with me. but it feels like you never are around anymore. i rarely see you and when i do, you're drunk and half asleep passing out on the couch instead of coming to bed. it feels like you've forgotten about me, mei. and i'm not going to sit and deal with that. go home. and figure shit out. because i don't deserve to be treated like this."

megan blinks, slowly processing your words. and when you finish, her expression physically looks pained. she just nods. "okay," she murmurs, trying to act like it wasn't breaking her heart to be told this by you. "okay." she says again.

she doesn't take anything with her – just swooshes off into the wind like she always does. and you're left alone in your apartment, again.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

megan goes back home for the first time in a while. sure, she calls her parents often, but she doesn't go and see them as much as she would like to. she sits on the porch for a while, looking out as the sun sets slowly and she becomes sober throughout the evening.

she tells her mom what happened. you two have already met, and her mom knows how in love with each other you are, and she tells megan to talk to you. maybe bring a small gift, but to really talk. and that she has to learn to balance her superhero life and her regular human life.

she then goes to her cousin. he tells her that having miscommunications like this can happen sometimes, but it's how she goes about it afterwards that will determine how it works out in the end. he says that everyone is human, even them, and that it can be difficult to juggle everything at once, but that it's necessary and important to keep the ones you love close.

basically they told her to figure it the fuck out or else she would lose you, and she couldn't have that.

so, she came back a few days later.

you unlocked the front door to your apartment after a long day at work, letting out a long sigh and dropping your bag on the floor with a dull thud as it landed on the wood.

"stay there! don't move! i'm serious!"

you hear megan's voice vaguely from the living room, and you bite back another sigh. why was she back now? you take a few steps forward and head into the living room, and freeze at the sight.

there was megan, and a little white dog flying around your living room. yes, flying. with a little red cape and everything.

"megan," you say. "why is a dog flying around my living room?"

megan quickly turns and looks at you with wide eyes. "uhm! h-hey, babe! this is just–this is normal," she tries to reassure you. "krypto! sit!"

the dog spots you when you start talking, tilting its head to the side before sitting back on the ground in front of you, staring up at you. he barks, and you jump slightly.

you take a closer look at the dog now that's sitting in front of you, and you look at the cape around it. that same symbol. you look at megan and cross your arms over your chest.

"is getting a flying dog your way of apologizing to me?"

"well–" megan starts. "that-that's krypto. he came with me from krypton before it got destroyed. so he's mine, for real." she clears her throat and shifts on her feet.

you blink, glancing back and forth between the dog at your feet and the superhuman standing in front of you. "are you serious?"

"yeah." megan nods, not being able to tell the tone in your voice. "my cousin was watching him but i grabbed him early so that i could talk to you." her voice gets quieter.

you're a little surprised, but you nod anyways. "okay, let's talk."

you two sit on the couch in your tiny apartment, and krypto follows right behind, plopping down in front of you at your feet. its silent for a few moments before megan speaks up first.

"so...i know i fucked up," she starts. "and i'm really sorry about that." she pauses. "i never meant to upset you, and i'm sorry. i know i've been shitty, and i'm sorry. i thought i could balance everything at once, but it was harder than i thought it would be. i didn't mean to hurt you, and i'm so sorry. i love you, so so much, and i don't want to lose you."

you're even more surprised by this, and you're sure it's evident on your face by the way megan's fiddling with her fingers and not even glancing at you. you put a hand on her bouncing knee, and she looks over at you.

"thank you for talking to me, meg," you say. "but you know you really hurt me."

"i know." megan's voice is barely able to be heard. "i'm sorry."

"and you know it's also because of the drinking, right?" you gently push.

"i do." she swallows the lump in her throat, thinking this was going the opposite direction. "i know it's a problem." she looks at the ground.

"hey, hey." you carefully reach for her hand. "don't do that, i know what you're doing." your other hand moves to cradle her cheek. "it's okay, alright? because we're going to go through this together. you aren't alone anymore, megan. you have me now, okay? i'm always going to be here for you. we may fight, and i may kick you out occasionally, but i am not leaving you ever. okay? you're stuck with me now."

megan nods slowly, processing your words with tears forming in her eyes. "okay," she says quietly. "so you're not leaving?"

"no." you shake your head. "i promise."

a small smile grows on megan's face as she nods. "i love you."

"i love you too," you reply instantly. "so much."

krypto barks at your feet, and you look down at him to see him staring up at you two.

"gotta admit," you start, moving one of your hands to pet the dog's head. "the dog was a smart move."

"really?" megan looks at you with big eyes.

"yeah." you smile at her. "i've always wanted a dog."

"awesome." megan grins. "he can get a little rowdy, though."

"i've handled rowdy before." you laugh. "i can deal with you, a dog isn't much more."

"yeah, totally." megan nods, deciding it wasn't best to explain her super dog right at the moment. "yn?"

"hm?" you look at her.

"i love you."

"i love you too."

[wavhyuns10]

little!katseye who…

little!manon who loves to listen to rain before bedtime or while cuddling

little!manon who ONLY lets dani touch her hair because she knows how to care for her curls

little!manon who plays with someones rings when they’re talking with someone

little!manon who is easily distracted by anything she likes

little!manon who doesn’t like to try new foods

•┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈•

little!sophia who is THE introverted princess

little!sophia who doesn’t leave her room if shes cuddled up with her cg

little!sophia who sneaks candy and soda after bedtime because ‘what’s the worst that can happen?’

little!sophia who loves to listen to music no matter what she’s doing

little!sophia who has tons of plushies and somehow thinks she needs more

•┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈•

little!daniela who likes when her hair is in pigtails

little!daniela who dislikes hide and seek because if everyone is playing, she’d get really scared if she doesn’t find anyone in the first 5 minutes

little!daniela who ‘isn’t’ afraid of horror movies until bedtime comes around and all of a sudden she needs under her bed to be checked 16 times

little!daniela who loves to eat candy and makes sure she brushes her teeth every night

little!daniela who has a bedazzled sippy cup so everyone knows its hers

•┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈•

little!lara who is easy to take care of, a snack and a show will have her seated for hours

little!lara who needs cuddles every few minutes because she needs to be held someway somehow

little!lara who is makes sure she eats her fruits and veggies and goes to bed on time

little!lara who styles everyones hair because everybody needs a ponytail or two or three…

little!lara who loves to poke others and run away

•┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈•

little!megan who is definitely the little that replaces oreo filling with toothpaste

little!megan who never ever ever gets tired of pranking her members, she’s just an energy ball thats always on the go

little!megan who loves to nap no matter where she is or what she’s doing

little!megan who loves fuzzy pillows on her bed

little!megan who loves to play outside with the members

•┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈•

little!yoonchae who sits back with headphones on and a pacifier in

little!yoonchae eho doesn’t tune into any conversation unless asked to (when she’s asked, somebody would need to tap on her leg so she can take her headphones off)

little!yoonchae who stays snuggled up with a cg while everyone else runs around like headless chickens

little!yoonchae who is nonverbal through most hours of the day, she gets verbal when she doesn’t want to go to bed

little!yoonchae who loves to go to the aquarium and look at the animals

•.:°❀═════════❀°:.•

thank you for reading, lovely lilypads!

a/n: the poll answers have spoken! little!katseye has arrived!! this is a tad bit short because i wanted to write even amounts for each member!!

stay safe, healthy, and hydrated!

[wavhyuns10]

⤿LET THEM COOOOK!ˎˊ˗

𐙚ᴍᴇɢᴀɴ ꜱᴋɪᴇɴᴅɪᴇʟ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ꜱʏᴘɴᴏꜱɪꜱ ᯓ Sophia’s had enough of Megan whining about missing her girlfriend, so she pulls some strings and forces you two to cook together—because clearly talking like normal people is out of the question.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ ᯓ fluff(ish) / soft angst? Idk / oneshot / idol!AU / cute little angst with a happy ending / humor /

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ᯓ Mature language / swearing / Implied romantic tension / miscommunication / Emotional arguments / shouting / got lazy at the end

ᴡᴏʀᴅᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ⭑ .ᐟ 3.2k

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ⭑ .ᐟ this lowkey wasn’t fully proofread bc I tried fixing the awful pacing at 3am so if you see any typos… no you didn’t. also i’m kinda iffy on this one but hey! first katseye fic let’s gooo i love megan

: what in the sapphic wlw lesbian breakup is this… : meg lowkey looked like she was gonna cry when y/n gave the last bite to manon : Megan was the only one y/n didn’t feed her sandwich to. the world is ending lord : breakup announcement before the hard launch is so crazy actually : STOP THIS IS WORSE THAN MY PARENTS’ DIVORCE

Sophia reads the comments under a TikTok clip from the Weverse Live. It was the sandwich-making one filmed before gnarly dropped. The clip had already been reposted to multiple social media platforms. It showed you joking around with almost everyone in the group—except Megan.

Well. If a few stray glances and awkward eye contact across the table counted as “interaction,” then sure.

But anyone with half a brain—and unfortunately, Eyecons had more than that—knew something was up.

The two of you hadn’t said a word to each other on live. Or in real life, for that matter. Not in—what, two weeks now? After that fight that no one fully understood but everyone had heard. Bad enough that the group had been quietly walking on eggshells, pretending not to notice the tension even when it took up more space than the air in the room.

Megan had been playing it cool, Or at least, she thought she was. But Sophia had seen what cool looked like. And this—this was not that…

This was Megan curled up on her bed two nights ago muttering “I miss her so bad it’s making me sick.”

Meanwhile, you were acting like you weren't affected. Emphasis on acting because everyone else knew better.

If Megan was the match, you were the gasoline. And both of you were still smoldering.

The rest of the group had agreed silently to not get involved. Let you both be adults and sort it out yourselves.

That had been two weeks ago.

Sophia had officially run out of patience.

And the moment she leaned back on the couch with that glint in her eye, you should’ve known.

“You know what would be fun?” she says, tone casual. Way too casual.

That alone should’ve been the red flag.

They were on a break—finally. After a brutal promo week with back-to-back stages and 5AM call times, instead of resting, someone decided to throw a dorm sleepover. Bad idea? Maybe. But the worst idea came next.

“I think we should split up the tasks,” Sophia continues. “Like, into teams. So everything’s organized.”

Yoonchae, curled up in a hoodie with her legs over Lara’s lap, pops a marshmallow into her mouth. “Fun.”

“Okay, okay,” Sophia pointed across the room. “Daniela and Manon—you’re on movies and activities.”

“Wait—what kind?” Manon asked immediately.

“Anything.”

“Human Centipede—”

“No,” Sophia cuts in, already tired.

Daniela started cackling. “You’re banned.”

Lara made a noise of pure disgust and pulled a blanket over her head. “Gross.”

“What’s that?” Yoonchae asked, blinking.

“Don’t Google it,” seven people said at once.

Sophia pushes through. “Yoonchae and Lara—decorating.”

Lara salutes. “You got it, Ma’am.”

Sophia scans the room, eyes landing on the last two people without a j*b.

“…And,” she starts, with that fake-sweet voice she only uses when she’s about to piss someone off,

“you and Megan. Kitchen duty.”

Your head whips around. Megan looks up at the same time.

“Huh?” you say.

“Nope,” Megan mutters, grabbing the nearest pillow like she might throw it

“Yes,” Sophia replies, grinning like she’s proud of herself.

Daniela perks up immediately. “Ouuu. That’s gonna go well.”

“Be serious,” you groan. “Pick someone else.”

“Literally anyone else,” Megan adds.

Sophia just shrugs, calm as ever. “You’ll survive.”

What none of them knew was that Sophia was so fucking done.

She had tried. Really.

But listening to Megan rant about you for days was starting to physically age her.

“She won’t even look at me,” Megan complained again, for what had to be the third time that hour.

Sophia didn’t even lift her head. “You told her you never wanted to see her again.”

“That was during the fight,” Megan groaned. “People say stupid things in fights. I didn’t mean it.”

“You also said—and I quote—‘I’d rather sleep on a bed of nails than breathe the same air as her.’”

“…That was also during the fight.”

Sophia flopped her head back against the couch cushion, eyes toward the ceiling like God Himself PLEASE give her the strength. “Then maybe shut up about being surprised she’s ignoring you.”

“Meggy, babe,” she sighed. “You lit the match. Don’t get mad it’s still burning.”

“This is so unfair. I miss her.”

Sophia rolled her eyes. “So do something about it.”

Megan didn’t answer. Just curled tighter into herself.

“I can’t just talk to her! That’s—ugh—humiliating.”

The thing is… everyone had heard it—the fight. 

It started with a slam. A bag? A door? No one was sure. But it shook the hallway frame hard enough to make Lara flinch. Her phone slid down her stomach as she exchanged a wide-eyed glance with Sophia across the room.

Then came the yelling.

“You don’t listen!” Megan’s voice rang through the dorm.

It cut through the living room background noise like a siren. Yoonchae froze mid-sip of her drink. Manon blinked, brows raising.

Another voice—yours—shot back.

“You don’t say anything worth listening to!”

Daniela instinctively grabbed the remote and muted the TV.

“You twist my words every time!” Megan again, her voice cracking now. “I say one thing, and suddenly I’m the villain?”

 “Oh, boo-hoo. If the crown fits—”

“Fuck you!”

That one landed like a punch to the gut.

Silence.

From the counter, Lara whispered, “Jesus.”

A pause.

A thick, suffocating pause like every molecule of air had drained out of the dorm.

“I never want to see you again.”

No one dared to breathe.

“Then don’t.”

Honestly, Sophia should’ve smacked you both right then and there.

But instead, she made a plan.

One that might totally blow up in her face.

“You can’t be humiliated and heartbroken,” she’d told Megan. “Pick one.”

When Megan didn’t answer, Sophia let out the loudest, most exhausted sigh of her life.

Fine.

If you two wanted to be stupid and miserable?

Perfect.

You could be stupid and miserable together.

Which is exactly how you ended up in the car the next day.

You sat in the passenger seat, (not the backseat, because even you had limits to how petty you’d be). Scrolling through your phone, pretending you didn’t notice how Megan kept glancing at you every other stoplight.

She reached for the AUX cord. “You can play something.”

You shook your head without looking up. “I’m good.”

She didn’t say anything. Just put on the first playlist she saw. Something vaguely acoustic and sad. Which—ugh. Perfect.

The silence between you wasn’t loud, just... heavy. Tense in that way that made you want to shift in your seat every two minutes. It sat between you, thick like fog, and neither of you had the guts to break it.

Megan tapped the steering wheel. “Can you—” she started, then stopped. “Never mind.”

You kept scrolling. Or at least pretended to. Your thumb hadn’t moved in two minutes.

Because all you could hear in your head was the fight again.

“Seriously?”

You blink. “Huh?”

“That thing you always do with Manon.”

“What thing?” you ask, genuinely confused.

Megan’s mouth twitches. “The flirting.”

You laugh. “What? I wasn’t—Megan, come on. You know that’s just how I talk to people.”

Her voice raises slightly. “Exactly. You talk to everyone like that.”

Now you're starting to feel defensive. “Because I’m being nice? You’re mad because I’m nice?”

“No, I’m mad because you act like nothing ever means anything.”

You stare. “What the hell does that even mean?”

“It means you get to act all sweet and charming and pretend it’s harmless, but then I look like the jealous freak when I say something—”

You shook your head slightly, forcing yourself back to the present.

Outside, the glow of the corner store came into view, buzzing faintly under a flickering sign. Megan took the turn a little too sharply, and the car jerked as she pulled in.

Your hand instinctively reached for the door handle. “God forbid you drive like a normal person,” you muttered.

Megan didn’t respond. Just threw it in park.

You both got out at the same time, the doors slamming shut with a little too much force.

Neither of you said anything.

This was gonna suck. 

You headed inside without a word. Grabbed a cart. Started walking.

Thirty minutes later, that same cart had approximately zero real ingredients in it.

This is not fine at all.

You slowed your steps so you wouldn’t have to walk right next to her. Megan, in a white tank top that clung a little too well to her frame and a cap pulled low over her eyes, trailed beside you.

 She stopped by the frozen section without a word, yanking open the door and grabbing the first frozen dinner she saw.

 It looks vaguely edible. 

“What about this?” The girl who said she never wanted to talk to you again asks.

You squinted at the box. “We both can’t cook, dumbass.”

She scoffs, not even looking at you. “It’s literally instant.”

“It also says marinate for four hours.”

“I didn’t see that.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Can’t read?”

She glanced at you for the first time since entering the store. “Can you see?”

You opened your mouth and shut it. Because, fair.

You’d forgotten your glasses. Mostly because you were too annoyed when you left to remember them.

Megan sighs and shoves the box back into the freezer. “Okay, well—what do you suggest then, Gordon Ramsay?”

“I don’t know. Something microwaveable.”

You start walking toward the next aisle, and she follows—only barely crashing the cart into your heel.

“Ow.”

“Sorry,” she mutters.

You both turn the corner into the noodle section. 

“Wait, wait, this one,” Megan says, picking up a ramen pack. “The instructions are super short.”

You lean in. “That’s because it’s all in Korean.”

“…Oh.”

“Can you read Korean?”

“No.”

“...Me neither.”

She gently set it back, and for a second, your eyes met.

It wasn’t long. Maybe not even a full second. But something in it softened a little.

Megan shifted her weight like she was about to say something else—then didn’t.

But your brain wouldn't shut up.

It still kept dragging you back to that night—

“So this is about you being jealous.” Your tone sharpened.

Megan's eyebrows shot up. She let out a short, incredulous laugh, her hands flying up like she couldn’t believe what she just heard. “No. No—this is about you being oblivious.”

“I think you’re making shit up in your head.” 

That was the wrong thing to say.

Megan's jaw tenses. She throws her hands up, then lets them drop to her sides before pacing a few steps away.

“See?” she says, turning back sharply, voice low—too calm to be safe. “This is what you do.”

She gestures between you both, “You act all innocent, then make me feel crazy for noticing!”

Your breath catches. “I’m not gaslighting you—”

 “Yes, you are!” she cuts in, “You twist things around and play dumb and suddenly I’m the one who’s wrong for giving a shit!”

 “You don’t listen—”

You hate how clearly you can still hear it.

On the way back, the car ride was still quiet—but not in the same painful, suffocating way as before. 

Still, by the time you got back to the apartment, whatever temporary peace existed slipped right back into that same silence.

Now, in the kitchen, Megan stood at the sink filling the pot with water; the sound of the faucet didn’t do shit for the tension in the air.

Your managers—and Sophia, mostly Sophia—had forced you both to go live on Weverse to shut down the ignoring-each-other allegations, which, if anything, the awkward silence was only confirming. 

The phone sat propped on the counter, just far enough from the stove to be safe but still close enough for fans to catch every painfully silent moment between you two.

: why are THEY in the kitchen : omg megy/n crumbs i’m shaking : holy shit who let them cook : the unresolved tension giving me backshots through the screen 

The box of dumplings sits on the counter. A different brand this time because one you both grabbed last-minute from the store near the apartment after realizing the first pack required actual culinary skill. You also ended up with grapes and some kind of fruit salad that looked decent in its plastic container.

“Okay, so—” you start, flipping the box over. You squint at the back. “Step one: ‘Bring water to a rolling boil.’”

Megan eyes the pot. “What’s a rolling boil?”

“Are you serious?”

“Why would I lie about boiling water?”

You sigh. “It means, like, aggressively bubbling.”

“Oh. Angry water.”

“Sure.”

:  divorced parents trying to cook for the kids : THEYRE TALKINGGGG OMG

She turns the stove on; way too high, but keeps watching the pot like she’s expecting something to happen immediately.

“Mei, read chat,” you said, just to break the silence.

Megan pretended her heart didn’t stutter at the nickname, her eyes glanced over. “They’re calling us divorced.”

You snorted. “That’d imply we were ever married.”

She paused at that. You didn’t dare look at her expression, but you caught her reflection faintly in the microwave door; her lips twitched like she wanted to say something else.

You clear your throat, moving on. “Step two…Uh— ‘Gently add dumplings. Stir occasionally.’”

“Okay.”

you both stood there for a second. not really doing anything. just hovering. Like either of you might say something stupid if you moved an inch.

When you reached for the spoon—your fingers grazed hers and you glanced at her again.

She was still in the same white tank top from earlier, now half-covered by an off-shoulder oversized sweater that hung loose on one side, slipping just low enough to show the curve of her collarbone and the thin strap beneath as the sleeves were pushed up to her elbows.

“i still—” she started.

"Water's boiling,” you said, cutting in.

She shut up. didn’t finish the sentence and just picked up the dumplings and dropped them in.

you took the spoon from the counter. “Let me.”

she shifted, barely just enough to give you space but her arm still brushed against yours.

you leaned over the pot, stirring slowly like the box said. The stove clicked a little under the weight of the boil starting to pick up.

Megan stayed beside still thinking about what she almost said.

then, finally—

“...i didn’t mean it,” she mumbled, low enough that the mic wouldn’t pick it up. She angled herself slightly away from the camera.

You pause, hand stilling on the spoon. “Which part?”

“everything,” She exhales “—but mostly the part where I said I didn’t want to talk to you anymore.”

You let out a short laugh. “Yeah. Me neither.”

She side-eyes you. “Me neither—you never want to talk to me again?”

“Shut up.”

She smiles, a little sideways, obviously trying not to.

: are we interrupting something : they always flirt then fight then flirt again i’m sick : wait im nosy what are they saying

There’s a sudden click behind you.

Then a whoosh.The burner next to you lights up, fire shooting higher than it should.

Turns out, she had accidentally leaned on the ignition knob with her elbow.

You and Megan scream at the same time.

“TURN IT OFF!”

“I DON’T KNOW HOW—”

“THE DIAL—MEGAN, THE FUCKING DIAL!”

She fumbles for the knob. You’re behind her, uselessly waving your hands at the air like that’s going to help.

The flame finally dies down with a soft pop.

Silence.

: top 10 deaths caught on camera : goodbye wth : mustve been the wind…. : WHAT JUST HAPPENED GUYS : Megan trying to reignite the spark I fear

Later, she was behind you at the stove again, stirring whatever it was you were making now. It didn't look that bad, surprisingly. You glanced over your shoulder, saw her take a little spoonful and taste it.

“Can you hand the salt?” she asked, hand already outstretched without looking.

You passed it to her.

“Thanks, love y—”

Did she just—

“—that. LOVE that for you,” she blurted, spinning around so fast the spoon hit the pot’s side. Her grin was too wide, silently praying no one caught it. “Wow. That’s… great.”

…

You tried to keep your face neutral. You really did. But your lips folded in hard as you looked over the phone. Above it, you spotted their reactions.

Sophia ran her hand quickly across her neck, mouthing “cut it, cut it.”

Daniela looked confused as she didn’t catch what happened.

Yoonchae’s jaw was slightly open.

Lara’s silently laughing her ass off.

: HELLO THE SLIP UP IS CRAZY : “love you” is INSANE just say it with your chest and chin held up high : historians would call them bestfriends : THEY CANT KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH IT

“Okay, guys—” You stepped closer to the phone, grabbing it with both hands. “My phone’s about to die, we’ll be back later.”

Behind the phone, someone let out a poorly muffled snort.

“Hm—pff—” That was definitely Manon before Lara clapped a hand over her mouth to shut her up.

“Thanks for watching, go subscr—”

You didn’t even bother finishing the joke. You hit end live before anyone could speak again.

“Oh my god—Megan,” Lara burst out the second the screen went black, still laughing and half-buried under a mountain of throw pillows. “You could’ve just played it off. That was so bad.”

“She could’ve literally just said it and moved on,” Sophia added, still chuckling as she collapsed against the arm of the couch. “Some fans would’ve called it platonic”

You snorted, more out of disbelief than anything. Because honestly at this point, you and Megan were already too deep in the dating allegations that half the fanbase doubted anything you two did was platonic anymore.

“Wait—what happened?” Daniela blinked, genuinely confused. “I wasn’t looking.”

The clip blew up, obviously. You and Megan finally had a proper conversation after, and—management was not thrilled.

But the slip-up was small enough to be brushed off as a joke, and with the way fans ran with it, it kind of worked in your favor. No scandals, just a mildly stern talking-to, followed by a reluctant, “Just… be careful next time.”

And if anything, the timing weirdly helped gnarly’s promo. 

Mei mei🍒: GUYS!! Mei mei🍒: Stop with the allegations  Mei mei🍒: dumplings turned out yummy btw thank u for asking!

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Peanutbutterlover02: [voice memo: 0:09 seconds]  “I- i love! Th- that for you—ow!” “Shut the fuc—”

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shoutout to bald ran for beta reading

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Stop their literally so cute im gonna cry 😭

theyre 6 apples tall (combined)

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you make my dead heart race— megan skiendiel

⏾ pairing: draculaura! megan x reader

⏾ synopsis: megan can’t hide her fang-tastic crush on y/n. when her diary accidentally falls into y/n’s hands, sparks start to fly

monster high was weird.

y/n had only been enrolled for two weeks, and she’d already walked past a banshee in the middle of a breakdown, been invited to a werewolf’s bonfire rave, and accidentally sat on an invisible student named claire during lunch. but the weirdest thing by far? megan.

she was impossible to miss. pink-and-black hair tied in perfect pigtails, bat wings fluttering lightly behind her, and fangs that shimmered like diamonds. and yet, whenever y/n caught her eye, megan would either freeze like a statue or wildly pretend to adjust her hair even though it never needed adjusting. megan was losing it.

“oh my ghoul oh my ghoul, she’s coming,” she hissed to lara, clutching the locker like it might save her from exploding.

lara didn’t even look up from her drink. “who?”

“her, lara. her. the human. she’s literally walking this way and i look like a walking corpse”

“you’re literally a vampire.”

“EXACTLY,” she screamed, wings twitching. “do you think i should faint? is that attractive? or like swoon? oh no, what if i embarrass myself again-”

y/n passed at that exact moment. gave megan a small smile.

“oh no,” she whispered. “i’m dead. actually deceased. bury me.”

—————————————————————————

the plan was simple.

drop the diary. pretend it was an accident. let y/n find the hearts and poems and maybe the page where she had doodled them kissing under a full moon. then run. maybe fly.

pretty easy, right?

execution? not so much.

—————————————————————————

y/n was sitting beneath the tree, book in hand. peaceful. oblivious.

megan crept around the corner, holding her diary like it was cursed. “okay. just drop it and leave,” she whispered. “casual. romantic.”

she tossed it.

it bounced off y/n’s knee and landed face-up with a dramatic thump.

y/n looked down. then up. and blinked.

“hey you dropped this.”

megan was already halfway behind the tree trunk.

“WHAT? NO. never seen that in my life. i don’t even like glitter. i’m more of a shadows and doom kind of girl”

y/n flipped the diary over, raising an eyebrow. “‘megz 💋’?”

megan’s voice cracked. “okay fine. it’s mine. but don’t read page 47. or 92. or the one with the poem shaped like your face. that one was, um experimental.”

“there’s a poem shaped like my face?”

“you have a really good face shape!”

y/n bit back a smile. “do i get to read it?”

megan gasped like she was being proposed to. “i um only if you promise not to laugh. or fall in love. unless you want to. which would be fine. obviously.”

—————————————————————————

later that night, they met in the graveyard.

megan had invited her with a casual “you’re not busy during full moon hours, right?” and y/n had said yes before even thinking.

now she was standing under the stars, scarf wrapped tight, as megan descended from the sky like the drama queen she was, heels clicking against marble, hair perfect, eyeliner sharper than her fangs.

“you came,” she breathed, like it was the most romantic thing anyone had ever done.

“you invited me,” y/n said with a soft smile.

megan stepped closer. “are you cold? do you want my cape? it’s imported velvet. slightly haunted.”

“i’m fine.”

“are you sure? i’m just saying, if you faint from cold, i’m not strong enough to carry you, but ill try.”

y/n giggled. “i’ll take the cape.”

megan squeaked and immediately flung it over her shoulders like she’d won the olympics.

—————————————————————————

flying together was easier than expected.

megan held y/n’s hand tight, wings catching the air, hair whipping behind her like a ribbon in the wind. the stars glowed above them, bright and soft, and y/n’s scarf fluttered against her cheek as they rose higher.

megan looked over, eyes wide. “this is the most romantic moment of my entire afterlife.”

“even more than the poem shaped like my face?”

“don’t tempt me. i will write another.”

they flew until her wings started wobbling on purpose and she gasped, “oh no! i’m so tired. will you catch me if i fall?”

“megan.”

“please :(”

y/n rolled her eyes fondly and pulled her close, guiding them both back down to the tallest rooftop.

—————————————————————————

the picnic was chaos.

megan had packed bat shaped cookies, pink lemonade in beaker bottles, and little gothic cupcakes with black frosting hearts. everything was ridiculously cute.

her pet bat, kept flying around y/n’s head and ignoring megan completely.

“he loves you more than me,” megan pouted. “rude.”

“he has good taste.”

“so do i,” she said quickly. “i mean. look at you.”

there was a long pause. the kind where everything softens. the kind where even monsters hold their breath.

y/n reached out, brushing her fingers along megan’s pink-tipped claws.

“you’re not as scary as everyone says.”

megan’s voice went quiet. “not even a little scary?”

“maybe a little dramatic.”

“good. i was worried.”

—————————————————————————

when y/n kissed her cheek, megan made the loudest bat noise in existence and literally floated off the ground. her eyes sparkled. her diary exploded in her bag from sheer emotional pressure.

she stared at y/n like she’d just rewritten the laws of the undead.

“i’m going to have to write so many poems about this.”

“poems shaped like what this time?” y/n teased.

“your soul,” she said dreamily.

and y/n just grinned, resting her head on the shoulder of a vampire who smelled like roses, sparkled under moonlight, and made the afterlife look like a love letter.

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[wavhyuns10]

I need more fluff like this 😫

warm enough

—★ daniela avanzini x 7th member! fem! reader

synopsis: you never liked physical affection — daniela avanzini practically needed it to breathe. you thought you two would never meet in the middle… until one quiet, sleepy night changed everything.

genre: fluff, opposites attract, roommates-to-something-more(??)

warnings: slight awkwardness, reader is touch-averse at first

a/n: mind u... i wrote ts while shitting

you‘ve never been one for physical affection.

not in a cold, distant way. not even in a “don’t touch me” kind of way. just... you‘ve always liked your space. liked being warm and alone under your own blanket, liked silence and stillness and the quiet comfort of existing beside someone without ever needing to touch.

but daniela avanzini is the exact opposite.

if she‘s not hugging someone, she‘s about to. she clings without thinking-hooks her arm around shoulders, loops her pinky with yours when you‘re walking side by side, rests her cheek on your shoulder on the van. it‘s second nature to her, like breathing or blinking. affection spills out of her like sunlight through blinds, soft and constant and inescapably warm.

you‘re roommates, her, you, and manon. and somehow you‘ve made it this far without daniela full-on cuddling you into oblivion.

somehow.

but tonight, the universe changes.

practice today was brutal. hours of dance drills, vocals, meetings, fittings. even manon, who normally insists on stretching and doing skincare no matter how exhausted she is, barely moves after dinner. she‘s curled up in her bed across the room, face lit by the dim glow of her phone screen. you hear a soft laugh from her side of the room, and then quiet again.

you‘re in your bed, not asleep but definitely drifting. arms tucked around your pillow, your back to the room. there‘s a faint lavender scent from your diffuser. your muscles ache in that satisfying, sore way. it‘s silent, peaceful, and—

the mattress dips behind you.

you tense, brows scrunching slightly as the warmth of a body presses slowly against your back. your mind jolts fully awake. and then you hear her.

“hey...” comes daniela‘s sleepy whisper, her voice all soft and airy and sweet like melted sugar. “can i sleep with you tonight?”

you freeze. blink twice into the dark.

you barely register yourself nodding before she takes it as a yes anyway, already slipping her arms around your waist from behind. her face presses between your shoulder blades, still slightly damp from her shower. your heart does this little embarrassing stutter.

“you‘re warm,” she mumbles, and her arms tighten a little. “like. really warm. s‘perfect.”

you blink into your pillow. hard.

you don‘t move for a moment. you can feel your entire body working overtime not to react. your chest is tight. not in a bad way, not really. just... tight with unfamiliarity.

daniela‘s breath brushes your back as she exhales. “you smell like vanilla,” she murmurs after a beat, words practically slurred with sleep. “your lotion?”

you nod slowly. “yeah.”

a sleepy, fond hum. “cute.”

you are going to spontaneously combust.

she nestles closer like it‘s the most natural thing in the world, her leg sliding between yours like she‘s done it a thousand times. like you aren‘t about to unravel from the inside out. her arms curl up again, one tucked under your ribcage, the other splayed against your stomach. soft fingers, light and easy, resting like they belong there.

you whisper, “dani... what are you doing?”

she doesn‘t respond at first. she‘s quiet, soft breath steadying out. then, very gently, she whispers against your spine:

“just wanna sleep with you. s‘too quiet in my bed. can we cuddle?”

your stomach flips. “i’m... not really good at this cuddling stuff.”

“s‘okay,” she breathes, not moving at all. “i’m good enough for both of us.”

you let out a tiny, embarrassed breath of a laugh. then, slowly, like testing the waters, you reach back and rest your hand on the arm around your waist. her skin is warm. her pulse beats under your fingertips.

she sighs, a little smile in her voice. “see? already a pro.”

you don‘t say anything. just lay there, blinking into the dark, letting her hold you like you‘re made of something worth keeping close. her body is soft where it presses against yours, all comfort and exhaustion and love in its simplest, most instinctive form.

minutes pass. the room grows quieter, softer somehow. manon‘s phone clicks off with a gentle beep. you think she‘s already asleep, or pretending not to see this whole scene unfolding five feet away.

daniela‘s breathing slows more. her face nuzzles into the space between your shoulder and neck, her breath tickling slightly.

“you make me feel safe,” she whispers, barely audible.

your heart stutters again. you don‘t know what to say. you aren‘t even sure you can say anything. so instead... you shift a little, turning just enough that you can rest your arm across her. it‘s clumsy, not like how she does it. your hand kind of awkwardly pats her back. but she melts instantly. you feel her smile against your skin.

“see?” she murmurs. “told you you‘re good at this.”

and maybe... maybe it’s not so bad. being held like this. holding her back. letting the silence stretch long and safe between you, filled only by breath and warmth and the faint scent of her shampoo — strawberries and vanilla and something else you can‘t name, something that smells like her.

you don‘t know how long you stay like that before sleep finally tugs you under. but the last thing you remember is her arm tightening ever so slightly around you, like she's afraid to let go.

and the last thing you feel — before dreams and stillness and peace — is the softest whisper you almost think you imagined:

“g‘night... i like you lots.”

a/n: i think i need to sleep too... it’s 4 am...

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My katseye diamond art that I’ve started it’s gonna take awhile but it’ll look so cool when it’s finished I also customised it so it’s katseye 🤭

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women are so hot i love you women

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thank you for the meifiz drabble! they are my favorite katseye duo. i love whenever the hard working and attentive characters/people get pampered. megan helping sophia relax was so cute! i would love to read more fics of this nature if you have any! (no pressure!)

Your welcome! I love writing fluff if you want me to do other katseye members (exempt yoonchae) I also use character ai to help me write these 😭

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Sophia’s annoyed about hate comments she keeps getting and Megan knows how to calm/comfort her

Warnings: arguing, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff!!

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she turned to look at sophia with a mixture of concern and annoyance. “can you quit being so damn tense,” she half snapped.

sophia's head whipped around to look at megan, her irritation turning into anger. “excuse me?” she huffed, sitting up straighter.

“you heard me,” megan said bluntly, mirroring sophia’s straight sitting position. “you’re getting pissed over nothing.”

sophia’s eyes narrowed, her annoyance flaring up even more at megan’s words, “nothing?! a stupid comment is nothing?”

megan rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. “yeah, it’s just some random person online who doesn’t know you, why should you care?”

sophia, now fully enraged, shot back, “because it’s not just one person! it’s always the same thing! people hating because of some stupid narrative they came up with!”

megan’s irritation was clear as she retorted, “so what?! you can’t let every single negative comment get to you, that’s ridiculous.”

sophia’s jaw clenched, her voice rising with anger, “it’s easy for you to say! you don’t have people constantly hating on you for every little thing you do!”

megan couldn’t help but scoff at that, her own irritation rising. “you think i don’t get any hate?! cmon, don’t act like people are just all sunshine and rainbows towards me. everyone gets hate.” Megan sighs and takes a deep breath someone needs to be calm in this situation she looks at Sophia and sees the way her shoulders are tensed her jaw also tense without thinking her body’s moving on its own and she finds herself in Sophia’s lap

sophia’s anger was momentarily interrupted by megan suddenly sitting in her lap. her hands instinctively flew to megan’s waist, both to steady her and hold her close.

as their bodies pressed closer, sophia’s grip tightened momentarily before she let out a soft huff, her annoyance shifting to a mix of slight irritation and slight amusement.

megan noticed the shift, her anger not completely gone but slightly diminished. she remained straddling sophia’s lap, feeling the tension slowly fading away.

she looked down at sophia, their faces only inches apart. megan rolled her eyes softly as she gently ran her fingers along sophia’s jawline, noticing the way the muscles are clenched “you gotta stop doing that” Megan mumbles

as megan’s fingers traced her jaw, sophia felt herself soften. she couldn’t help the slight fluttering in her chest at the contact.

she tilted her head, trying to shake off megan’s touch. “doing what?” she mumbled, feigning obliviousness.

megan gave a gentle scoff, seeing right through sophia’s act. “you’re clenching your jaw,” she said bluntly, her fingers still tracing along sophia’s jawline.

she took in the sight of her girlfriend, noticing how tense she still was despite their closeness.

sophia looked away, knowing there was no use in trying to deny it. “so what? it’s a habit,” she muttered stubbornly, refusing to meet megan’s gaze.

the touch of megan’s fingers was both soothing and irritating. it was making her want to melt into the other girl’s touch but also keep up her attitude at the same time.

megan shook her head gently, a mix of fondness and annoyance on her face. “it’s a bad habit. you’re gonna give yourself a headache,” she chided softly, her touch becoming more soothing rather than irritating.

she gently turned sophia’s face, forcing the girl to look at her. “relax.”

sophia let out a soft grumble but couldn’t help the shiver that ran through her as megan gently turned her head.

looking into megan’s eyes, she tried to hold onto her irritation but it was slowly crumbling under her girlfriend’s touch. “i can’t relax..” she muttered weakly, her tone more pouty than frustrated.

megan gave a fond huff at the sight of sophia’s pout. “you’re acting like a child,” she teased lightly, her fingers gently moving from sophia’s jawline to her shoulders, gripping them softly.

she felt the tension in sophia’s muscles, the knots in her shoulders clearly evident. megan began massaging the area, trying to soothe the tension.

sophia let out a soft noise, halfway between a sigh and a hum. her head dropped forward, her forehead leaning against megan’s shoulder. the combination of tiredness and megan’s soothing touch was starting to get to her.

the anger she’d been feeling before was slowly fading, replaced by a mixture of fatigue and a strange sense of contentment.

megan continued massaging sophia’s shoulders, feeling the knots slowly beginning to loosen. she kept her movements gentle and firm, working out the tension as best she could.

she could feel sophia’s breath on her neck, warm and soft. it sent a shiver down her spine but she ignored it, keeping her focus on helping her girlfriend relax.

sophia’s body began to grow heavy, her fatigue catching up with her. the anger and annoyance she’d felt earlier were being replaced by a tired kind of comfort. she let out another soft hum as megan’s fingers continued working on her shoulders.

“why do you always have to be right..” she mumbled against megan’s shoulder, her voice slightly muffled.

megan chuckled softly at sophia’s words, feeling a sense of satisfaction. “i’m not always right,i just know how to calm you” she teased gently, her fingers still working on the knots in sophia’s shoulders.

she could feel the tension slowly leaving sophia’s body, replaced by a more relaxed state. megan continued her ministrations, enjoying the closeness and the knowledge that she was helping her girlfriend unwind.

sophia felt the tension melting away under megan’s touch. it was difficult to stay annoyed when those fingers were working their magic on her muscles.

her words came out slightly slurred, a mix of fatigue and contentment. “i hate you..” she mumbled against megan’s neck.

megan couldn’t help but smile at sophia’s half-hearted protest. she knew that deep down, sophia was grateful for her efforts.

“love you to,” megan said with a small laugh, her fingers gently continuing their magic on sophia’s shoulders.

she stopped massaging Sophia’s shoulder and lay down beside her opening her arms

sophia didn’t protest. she was too tired and comfortable to fight it.

she slowly moved so she was laying half on top of megan, her head resting on the crook of her neck. she let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing completely.

megan wrapped her arms around sophia, holding her close. she could feel the weight of her girlfriend’s body against hers, the tension seeping out of her.

she began tracing patterns on sophia’s back gently, a soothing gesture. megan let out a small breath of contentment, glad that the argument was over.

sophia melted even further into megan’s embrace, her earlier frustration long forgotten. the combination of megan’s touch and her comforting presence had a soothing effect on her.

she nuzzled her face into megan’s neck, her breathing slowly becoming more steady.

megan held sophia tighter, feeling her body becoming heavier as she relaxed. she continued tracing patterns on her back, her touch light and gentle.

she could hear sophia’s breathing evening out, her exhaustion catching up with her. megan pulled the comforter up over them, creating a cozy cocoon.

sophia felt herself drifting off, her eyes growing heavy. the last thing she heard before succumbing to sleep was megan’s soft voice whispering “rest now, love”. the words were like a gentle command, and she obeyed without question, snuggling closer to megan’s warmth.

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◜ ͡ ◝ PLEASE, PRINCESS! 𓎢𓎟𓎡 M.S.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀stressing out your pr team with megan!

�� ✿֔ᮬ ( 𝒚𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆 ) 𖹭 megan skiendiel x f!r ✴︎ fluff ── 7th katseye member au, y/n has slight princess syndrome, wlw, megan’s a yearner. read in dark! / ib @sillymommy6969 / ( masterlist )

MEGAN BEING Y/N’S PRINCE CHARMING⠀(aka megan and y/n stressing out their pr team for 7 minutes straight)

⠀⠀⠀77.2k likes | 203k views | 18th May, 25

 ꒰ Clip one ꒱  YOUTUBE Kats & D4vd mukbang w/ Pokimane

the clip opens with pokimane asking sophia a question about their newest music video, something about how filming was and what her favorite part was. it was a question she’d asked the other members before her, though sophia’s answer was blocked out as the camera zooms in on daniela and y/n.

the latina sat on y/n’s seat as she went to grab a glass of water, making y/n whine slightly. “dani get off my seat.” she said to which daniela shook her head. “nope.” y/n gave her a look before groaning slightly.

megan, who’d been sitting there with her drink, perked up, her hand snaking around the irritated girl’s waist. “sit here,” she said with her signature smile. “.. where?” y/n said, looking around for a vacant seat only for megan to pat on her lap. “here, baby.” her voice was barely audible but thanks to the mic attached to her shirt it was somewhat heard.

[ it flew in my hand like thor’s hammer ]

user 01 and they said chivalry was dead

user 02 everyones talking about wanting to sit on megan’s lap but i want y/n on mine

y/n blinked for a few seconds, letting out a short huff before sitting down on megan’s lap. “oh come on, don’t be pouty.” her hand snaking around her waist and under her top, just resting there.

user 03 THE HAND UNDER THE SHIRT?? MEGAN PLEASE I’M SO CLOSE

the rest of the clip consisted of y/n and megan just in their own little world with daniela and lara occasionally taking small jabs at them. at one point, y/n went quiet, her arms crossed over her chest as she just watched the other girls.

megan noticed her change in demeanor, she rested her chin on her shoulder and asked her in a soft, almost quiet voice. “you okay princess?” y/n nodded her head slightly before resting back against her.

[ lord whatever y/n said in her prayers please ]

 ꒰ Clip two ꒱  WEVERSE LIVE many/nz [250427]

“okay guys so.. we’re reading some wattpad right now,” manon said as her and y/n bit back a shared laugh. “you already have an account..?” y/n uttered though loud enough for the phone to pick up.

[ why she exposing her😭 someone find manon’s wattpad acc ]

manon placed a finger to y/n’s lips, effectively shushing her. “mind your business honey,” she said in her british accent. just then manon noticed someone in the live chat.

mei mei 🍒 hands off??

user 04 MEGAN WHAT ARE YOU DOINF HEREE

user 05 ouh get your girl

“megan get out of our live,” y/n said with a small chuckle. manon laughed as she looked at the stories with the katseye tag. “wait wait, look,” y/n’s gaze moved to the laptop screen, her eyes scanning for a moment before quickly bursting into laughter.

she felt manon’s hand move to her shoulder as she shook slightly, trying to muffle her chuckles. “they’re making stories about us all dating,” she said with a small wheeze. “ya’ll.. unfortunately we’re not all in a polycule,”

she said as she fanned her face. “oh my god, i’m turning red,” she whispered. y/n let out another breathy giggle before adding. “okay but..”

all of a sudden, manon’s amused expression turned weary as she side eyed y/n. “.. y/n l/n,” her tone playful and her words somewhat breathless.

[ that side eye is actually NASTY ]

user 06 had to pull out the full government name 😭

user 07 DON’T LET THEM SILENCE YOU Y/N

“if sophia sees this we’re dead,” manon mutters making the two burst out laughing again. “oh my god i forgot about that, nevermind ya’ll.”

“oh this one looks interesting,” she says, diverting the conversation to something else. “okay so the title is princess syndrome; a manon x y/n story,” manon snickered, landing a light playful hit on y/n’s shoulder. “wait wait, lets narrate—“

mei mei 🍒 absolutely not

user 08 SHE’S STILL HERE😭

“megan said absolutely not.” manon read as she gave y/n a knowing look to which she returned with a smirk. “or what?”

[ THAT DAMN SMIRK🤤🤤 y/n i’m not your strongest soldier.. ]

“‘chapter one, pocky challenge.’” y/n read to the viewers. “.. isn’t that the thing you and megan did—“ before manon could finish her sentence, the door to the room opened. revealing megan in all her black and pink haired glory.

“hey guys,” she said, adjusting her glasses as she sat down on the bed, her hands moving to form some distance between y/n and manon. “hi mei mei,” manon replied, getting the memo as she scooted to the side.

megan took off the jacket she was wearing and wrapped it around y/n before pulling her closer, arms snaking around her waist as she rested her chin on her shoulder. manon gave the camera a knowing look before rolling her eyes.

[ manon’s so me whenever i have to thirdwheel my friend and her bf ]

user 10 MEGY/N DID THE POCKY CHALLENGE?

user 11 megan chill nobodies gonna take your girl😭

user 12 what’s gayer? being gay or whatever the hell megan and y/n have going on

 ꒰ Clip three ꒱  GRWM: Feat. KATSEYE | Glossier

y/n was showing off her lipgloss collection to the camera, her hair tied in a ponytail with a few framing pieces at front. “this one, i use on casual days like when we aren’t performing and stuff,”

unbeknownst to her, megan was looking and nodding, like each word the girl uttered was sacred. “show them that one,” she said pointing to one of them that’d laid on the bathroom counter.

“oh, guys, megan— megan loves this one, like she’s obsessed with it whenever i wear it.” she said showing it off to the camera before doing a small swatch on her hand. “cause it’s pretty,” megan said before muttering beneath her breath. “especially on you,”

her voice was hushed, like it was a secret that she didn’t want anyone knowing. but unfortunately for her, the camera was able to hear it despite it’s faintness.

[ A YEARNER. DO I NEED TO SAY IT AGAIN?? A YEARNERR ]

y/n let out a small breathy chuckle as she applied said lip gloss on her lips, with megan watching. “you think everything’s pretty on me.” she mumbled to which the hawaiian nodded to. “well duh, do you want me to say it looks ugly?”

the girl gave megan a quick side eye before taking her hair out of the ponytail. “.. god my hair’s a mess,” she muttered. “you look pretty, what are you on,” megan said whilst doing her brows. “mm, you’re prettier.”

[ THEY’RE SO DOMESTIC SOMEONE SEDATE ME😭😭 ]

�� ✿֔ᮬ ( 𝑛𝑖𝑘𝑖 𝘵𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑠 ) 𖹭 i haven’t written in so long so i’m not sure if this is good 😪 anyway, i love megan, i love katseye, and i love gnarly. STREAM GNARLYYY

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people: she’s not gay, stop pushing your dumb queer headcanons onto straight characters!

the she in question:

i will believe that the earth is flat before i believe kate bishop is straight