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KATSEYE as Winx Club for Halloween '24
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katseye as the winx!
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KATSEYE X update: KATSEYE serving fairy realness 🧚✨
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“Touch” Halloween Special Performance
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KATSEYE as Winx Club
Megan Thee Stallion as Starfire
Janelle Monáe as E.T.
Tyla as Sharon Stone
Saweetie as The Joker
Chloe Bailey as Mrs. Incredible
Halle Bailey as Halle Berry in ‘Die Another Day’
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TRICK OR TREAT
daniela avanzini x fem reader
summary - you end up going to the halloween party that your best friend, daniela, has been bugging you about for ages.
tags - fluff, wlw, kissing
disclaimers - mentions of alcohol
a/n - happy halloween! (not proofread but tbh when do i ever 😭🙏)
wc - 2.2k
the halloween hype starts weeks in advance. everywhere you turn, decorations are popping up– ghosts and skeletons in front yards, spider webs in store windows, and the scent of pumpkin spice lurking around every corner.
it’s almost impossible to ignore, and you try your best to, shrugging off invitations and announcements about costumes and parties with a smile and polite “maybe.”
of course, it’s your best friend daniela leading the charge. halloween is her favourite night of the year, and the one time she can pull out all the stops and go unapologetically overboard. she brings it up over and over, dropping hints about “the party of the year” and how it won’t be the same without you. you figure she’s just being daniela– relentlessly enthusiastic, her eyes practically glittering as she launches into details about the great halloween party her friend, lara, is hosting.
in her world, halloween is a sacred night for letting loose and transforming into someone else for a while. she has that bright energy about her that’s infectious, making you feel guilty for not feeling the same way. but every time she gives you that look– the hopeful one, with her head tilted just a little and her bottom lip pushed out in a pout– you have to remind yourself why it’s a “no.”
crowded spaces, loud music, and costumes just don’t have the same thrill for you. and the idea of navigating all that noise and chaos while everyone’s hyped up on alcohol and adrenaline? you’ve decided it’s just not for you.
but daniela doesn’t give up. every day, she’s back with new reasons to convince you. the costumes she’s planning, the outfits she’s narrowed down (several, of course– she still hasn’t decided between being a devil, a vampire, or a fairy). she even shares plans for her makeup, using you as a sounding board as she describes her ideas with absolute passion. you feel a little bad, knowing you’re not going, but she’s daniela, and she can get excited enough for the both of you.
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finally, halloween night rolls around. the sky has that deep october shade of midnight blue, and the air is crisp and cool, with the faint scent of burning wood drifting in through your apartment window from somewhere down the street. it’s a perfect night for spooky activities, and you’re in the thick of it– on your couch, buried under a pile of blankets with a popcorn bowl by your side, ready to dive into a horror movie marathon.
the illuminated led clock read 8:08 pm as you start the first movie of the scary movie series. just then, your phone lights up, a familiar name popping up on the screen.
dani 👯♀️: “you’re really not coming?? 😭”
of course, daniela would do this. you can practically hear her voice as you read it. she’s done this every halloween night for as long as you’ve known her, trying to drag you to whatever halloween party she’s been convincing you to go to. she can never quite understand why you’d want to spend halloween as a homebody.
you sigh, a little amused, but mostly unmoved, typing back a response.
“dani, i love u, but we been over this 😭🙏 parties just aren’t for me
there’s no response, and you assume she's finally given up when a moment later, the door to your apartment swings open, and in comes daniela herself, horns and all, leaning dramatically against the frame.
“you’re really not going to make this easy, huh?” she whines, hands on her hips, glaring playfully.
she’s committed to her devil look– crimson lipstick, black eyeliner sharp enough to slice, and a skin tight red dress that somehow blends daring and classy in a way only the cuban girl can pull off. a pair of red horns peek through her golden curly hair, and a long black cape drapes over her shoulder, trailing behind her like a second skin, her red wings underneath.
you linger on her appearance for a moment longer than you’d like to admit, taking in the costume. you knew she was going as a devil, solidifying her choice a few days prior, but somehow you hadn’t pictured her like this– even more bold and confident, her usual energy amplified to a whole new level.
you’re snapped out of your thoughts however as daniela threw your keys onto your lap.
why did you ever give this girl your spare keys to your apartment?
you laugh, setting the remote aside and picking up your spare keys. “didn’t you get the hint, by, like, the third time i said no?
the latina sighs theatrically, throwing herself dramatically onto the couch next to you. “come onnnn. everyone’s going to be there. plus, it’s halloween, and it only happens once a year! this is basically, like, a holiday for people like me.”
“people who love noise and chaos?”
“yes,” she says, crossing her arms with a pout. “but also people who like to let loose a little. try new things! and… okay, people who are maybe also a little dramatic.” she shoots you look. “it’s fun! besides, i already know you’re going to get bored. i’m trying to save you from missing out on another great halloweekend!”
“highly unlikely,” you retort. “halloweekend is just an excuse for people to get drunk three nights in a row. besides, i’ve got movies, popcorn, and peace and quiet. sounds pretty great to me already.”
she huffs, pretending to be offended. “fine, fine,” she says, standing up in defeat, though she throws a little pout over her shoulder. “but just you wait. you’ll wish you’d listened to me.”
with that, she finally lets herself out, leaving the apartment feeling weirdly quiet in her wake. you settle back on the couch, restarting the first scary movie, convinced that you made the right choice. the lights are dim, the popcorn’s still warm, and the apartment is all yours once more.
but half an hour later, you find yourself scrolling through your phone. your instagram feed flooded with new stories and posts– photos of everyone in costume, videos of the party, and endless photos of the function.
what stood out to you the most though was the photos with daniela in them, her smile bright, her devil horns glinting under the flashing flights. even from a distance, she looks like she’s having the time of her life, and you can practically hear her voice in every photo that captures her laugh.
you’re about to put your phone down when daniela sends another text,
dani 👯♀️ : “wish yiu w ere here rn”
daniela was obviously already feeling a little tipsy judging from the way she texted. there’s a pang of something– maybe a little fomo, maybe even the slightest twinge of protectiveness. and then, against all common sense, you find yourself standing up and heading to your closet.
you dig though old clothes, trying to piece together something that could pass as a costume. after looking through a few options, you find it— a white dress, simple but just daring enough to feel like a costume. a quick search through your jewellery box turns up some silver accents, enough to give you a glimmering, almost ethereal look. by the time you’re finished, you’re not exactly sure what you’re going as… maybe an angel? or some kind of celestial spirit? either way, it feels good— different. you barely recognize yourself in the mirror.
taking a deep breath, you grab your phone and text daniela back.
“i guess i could come out for a bit”
her response is instant,
dani 👯♀️ : “YESSS abiut time!!!”
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when you arrive, the party’s already in full swing. music pulses through the air, mingling with laughter and shouts, and lights flash from every corner of the crowded house. the smell of alcohol weighed heavily in the air as you weave your way though the costumes, searching for daniela. you finally spot her in the kitchen, laughing with a group of friends. but the moment she sees you, her laughter halts mid-sentence, and her eyes widen.
she makes her way over to you— stumbling a little bit along the way—, her gaze traveling over your outfit with something between surprise and… something else, something you can’t quite place. she raises an eyebrow, giving you a slow once-over.
“weeellll, look who-” she hiccups, giggling a little, “look who finally got in the spirit of halloween.”
you shake your head softly, “how much have you had to drink, dani?”
the cuban girl giggles at the question, “don’t worry, just enough is all!” she clears her throat, focusing her eyes, “but seriously! you’re actually here! am i that drunk?”
you give a little shrug, accompanied with an easy-going smile, trying to hide how nervous you feel under her intense gaze. “nope, i’m very much here. and, it was a last minute decision.”
her lips curve into a smirk, but there’s a softness in her expression, almost like she’s seeing you again for the first time. “last minute, huh?” she shakes her head with a chuckle, then sways lightly on her feet. “and here i thought angels were supposed to be innocent. you look… incredible.”
you feel your cheeks heat up. “i didn’t think anyone would actually notice that i’m an angel.”
“oh, trust me,” she says, glancing around the room, “people noticed.” her eyes flick back to you, a glint of mischief in them. “which is exactly why i’m going to cover you up before anyone else gets any ideas.”
before you can protest, she slips off her cape and drapes it over your shoulders, adjusting it to fit snugly around you. her fingers linger on your shoulders as she pulls you closer, her touch warm and steady. “can’t have people thinking they can mess with my angel,” she murmurs, her voice low and almost possessive.
you glance up at her, caught off guard by the sudden closeness, her face inches from yours. the party fades into the background, the music and noise replaced by the steady sound of her breath, the faintest hint of her perfume— mixed with the alcohol she’d been drinking— lingering in the air. her eyes lock onto yours, and there’s a spark between you, something unspoken, but undeniably there.
“should we find somewhere less crowded?” she suggests, her hand still resting on your arm, her words slightly slurred. you nod, letting her lead you to a quieter corner outside, where the night air feels cool against your skin.
out here, the stars shine bright, and the noise of the party fades into a distant hum. daniela leans against the wall, her devil horns tilted playfully, and crosses her arms, watching you with a mixture of amusement and something softer.
“you know,” she says, her voice quieter now and a bit more playful, “i wasn’t just trying to get you here for the party. it’s more fun with you around.” she stumbles slightly as she shifts her weight, catching herself with a laugh.
you meet her gaze, feeling your heart race a little faster. “really?”
she laughs, nodding, her cheeks slightly flushed. “yeah. this might sound cheesy, but i just…like having you here.”
for a moment, neither of you speaks. she steps closer, her hand lifting to brush a stray strand of hair behind your ear, fingers grazing your cheek. “i don’t usually get all sentimental on halloween,” she whispers, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. “but maybe i’ve always wanted an angel by my side.”
you swallow, the words settling between you, heavy and sweet. her hand lingers by your cheek, her gaze flicking down to your lips before meeting your eyes again, as if waiting, hesitating, right on the edge of something. the tension is thick, and you can’t shake the feeling that she’s waiting for you to make the first move.
in a moment of courage, you lean in slightly, your heart pounding as you search her gaze for any sign of what she wants. the air between you is electric, charged with unspoken words. daniela's breath hitches, her eyes sparkling with mischief and something deeper, and in a heartbeat, she closes the distance.
her lips meet yours, soft and warm, igniting a fire that spreads through you. it’s a kiss that feels like everything you’ve been waiting for, a mix of sweetness and urgency. you can taste the faint remnants of her drink, and it only makes you want her more.
as her hands slide to your waist, pulling you closer, you sink into the kiss, feeling her smile against your lips, as if she’s just as surprised by this sudden spark as you are. the kiss deepens, and you lose yourself in the warmth of the moment, the chaos of the party fading into the background.
finally, you pull away, breathless, your foreheads resting against each other as you both smile. “maybe next year, i’ll help you pick out something a little less… dangerous,” she says softly, her breath warm against your skin.
you arch an eyebrow, a teasing smile forming on your lips. “dangerous?”
her laughter dances in the air between you, playful and light. “oh, absolutely. you’re hiding something under those angel wings.”
you chuckle, feeling the warmth spread through you. “well, i guess you’re not the only one who can surprise people.”
her smirk returns, full of mischief and charm. “i make no promises,” she whispers, her voice low, “but i’ll take my angel back inside.”
and as she leads you back to the party, her hand in yours, you can’t help but feel grateful you ended up going to this halloween party after all.
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the original winx
costuming of the characters in the adaptation by a multi-billion dollar company
katseye’s halloween costumes
#they served so hard i’m so mad#DO YOU SEE HOW EASY IT WAS NETFLIX UH? NOT A ONE FOR ONE BUT YOU CAN CLEARLY TELL IT’S THE WINX??#TONY STARK COULD BUILD THIS IN A CAVE WITH A BOX OF SCRAPS#winx club#winx#katseye#they ate downnn#halloween
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MANON 240913
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WINXEYE IS REAL AND ALIVE
#jay talks#katseye#sophia laforteza#manon bannerman#daniela avanzini#lara raj#megan skiendiel#jeong yoonchae
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꒰ ˀˀ ↷ katseye ; winx club ”♡ᵎ ꒱
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Tell me why your hands are cold 💧꫶ㅤ✿ིུ
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meret manon as flora for halloween
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Katseye dressed as the Winx Club for Halloween 10.29.24
#katseye#they are slaying so hard I’m foaming at the mouth#female idols#daniela avanzini#daniela#daniela katseye#photography#lara katseye#lara raj#manon bannerman#manon katseye#sophia katseye#sophia#sophia laforteza#Megan#megan katseye#megan skiendiel#yoonchae jeung#yoonchae katseye#yoonchae jeong#yoonchae#halloween#the winx club
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TOUCH - 4. my king Liam Payne
well, this is awkward.
you’re on your knees, eyes wide, staring at your phone stupidly– gawking at it. yeonjun, one of your best friends, just retweeted a post from his friend… lara, you think? and there she is, on the right of the picture: megan, your childhood friend and the crush you’d never quite forgotten.
you’re not sure if it means she goes to the same uni– you’d have to grill yeonjun for answers, but the sight of her face again, even on a screen, is enough to floor you. she’s older now, looks a little different, but there’s no mistaking it. it’s her.
you’re so absorbed in the moment that you don’t hear the footsteps behind you until a shadow falls across your screen. you look up and find yourself face-to-face with a girl about your age, holding a suitcase and staring down at you with equal parts confusion and amusement. she tilts her head, raising an eyebrow like she’s trying to make sense of the scene.
“uh…hi?” she says, her tone tentative but amused.
your face instantly heats up as you scramble to your feet, shoving your phone into your pocket like it’s on fire.
“hi! sorry, i, uh… got some unexpected news.” you laugh awkwardly, trying to explain, though you don’t know how to convey that a single, random photo of a person from your past just knocked the breath out of you.
she watches you for a moment, the corner of her mouth lifting in a grin. “must’ve been really unexpected.”
you nod, cheeks red, laughing because, yeah, you must look completely ridiculous. “yeah, you could say that…” you’re about to say something else– maybe introduce yourself, maybe ask her if she’s moving down the hall– when she glances down the corridor, eyes flicking to the door behind you.
“actually, i think i’m supposed to be moving into… this place?” she says, sounding almost uncertain. her gaze shifts between you and the number on the door, like she’s trying to figure out if she’s made a mistake.
wait. your eyes widen as realization dawns on you both, and she chuckles, clearly catching on too. “oh. so… we’re roommates?”
“guess so,” you manage, still processing, trying to ignore the fact that you’ve just made a very unique first impression.
she holds out her hand, her grin widening. “i’m yoonchae,” she says.
“uhm, y/n.”
you shake her hand, feeling the awkwardness slowly giving way to something warmer, more promising. and while this isn’t the way you thought you’d meet your new roommate, somehow, you get the feeling it’s a start.
2 day streak lets go 🫡
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