#Katseye

[edamameimei]

exactly what i need

"she's so beautiful, sometimes i stop to close my eyes."

pairing: sophia laforteza x singer!reader

synopsis: you're an up and coming artist who was lucky enough to be chosen as the opening act for katseye's tour. throughout your time traveling with the girls, you start becoming closer to their leader.

just a fluffy fic with some suggestive themes! some angst near the end, i couldn't help it. but it's a happy ending! lowk love the idea of oblivious!reader and jealous!sophia hehe. CW: kissing, swearing, and some suggestive themes like i mentioned before.

a/n: as someone who learned to play the ukulele just for this song, i HAD to write something based off of it. and it just had to be about sophia!!! as always, i want to put out there that this is not a REAL portrayal of the people mentioned in this fic. all events are fictional and are for entertainment purposes only.

wc: 3890 words

now playing: lemonade - jeremy passion

Lara: HEYYYYY BESITEEEE

Lara: do u wanna open up for us on our tour

Lara: ofc u do ill let our managers kno u said yes

You: bruh i just got out of the shower

And that’s how you find yourself backstage, preparing for yet another soundcheck. Although you’ve done concerts before, they were never quite like this. Before the Katseye tour, you’ve only ever performed in small venues, being a new up-and-coming artist. But as you stand backstage at yet another concert hall, you can’t help the nerves that slowly build in your body. You feel your hands shake as you struggle to put in your in-ear monitor, cursing every time the wire gets caught in your hair. You’re about to ask one of the sound technicians to help you, but you feel someone’s hand wrap around your wrist, tugging you gently. You look over to see Sophia smiling at you softly. 

“You need help?” You can’t help the shy smile that forms on your lips as you nod sheepishly. The leader of Katseye giggles, assisting you with the in-ear monitor. As she does so, she makes light conversation with you. “How are you feeling?” What you want to say is, ‘nervous as hell,’ but knowing Sophia’s tendencies to over-worry, you decide to keep that to yourself. You instead opt for a more positive response. “Great! I feel really good about tonight.” It’s what you’ve said in the last three cities you guys were in, but it’s not like it isn’t true. You do feel good about your performance, it’s the before that gets you feeling overwhelmed.

The Filipina smiles at you, her lipgloss shining in a way that makes your heart flutter. When she’s done assisting you, she pulls you into a tight hug, rubbing your back comfortingly. “You’re gonna kill it. Like always.” The way she says it makes you melt into the floor. You think it's silly, the way Sophia makes you feel. But it’s just another one of your infatuations, another girl you find attractive and will never tell to their face. 

Surely that’s all there is to it. 

Your part of soundcheck consists of you singing an acoustic version of your songs and the songs you have chosen to cover for that night. It’s also a chance for you to engage with your fans and Eyekons (whom you hope by the end of the night will also become your fans). You’re in the middle of finding another song to cover when you hear a random voice in the audience asking what your favorite color is. You couldn’t help but laugh loudly at the random question. You look into the audience, searching for the person who asked the question. Once you find them, you speak into your mic while raising an eyebrow, “Did you just ask me what my favorite color is?” Your incredulous tone causes everyone in the audience to laugh. 

The person nods their head excitedly, happy to be noticed by you. You smile back at them and begin to think about their question. You notice that the person’s nails are painted a very pretty shade of blue. You bring the mic back up to your lips. “I like the color of your nails. That’s my favorite color I think,” Quickly, you add, “I mean that genuinely. Like, I’m not trying to flirt with you… Unless?” You take the opportunity to wink at the person in the audience and the crowd begins to ‘ooo’ at your words. You laugh shyly, looking away. 

If there’s one thing about you that your fans know, it’s that you love to flirt with them. You find it hilarious and it’s a bit that you find yourself doing continuously. Also, your fans love it just as much so who are you to deny them the titillating banter? You stand up from the stool you’ve been sitting on, looking back at the person with a raised eyebrow while gesturing to yourself and then to them. You say into the mic, “What are we?” And you once again hear the audience laugh at your response. It brings you joy–  the attention. You can’t deny it. 

Although, someone backstage wishes you’d direct that attention somewhere else. 

Sophia had always been a big fan of your music. Lara was the one who introduced the girls to your music, telling them how talented you were. Since then, Sophia always had your songs on repeat, even playing one of them during a live. When one of your fans noticed, they immediately reported it to Twitter which caught your attention. 

In response, you tweeted, “Huge honor to hear that katseyeworld listens to my music! I'm a big fan myself :)” 

Your mention on Twitter was all Lara could talk about. At some point, you and the Indian girl exchanged numbers, talking constantly. And soon enough, you and Lara were hanging out often, quickly becoming best friends. Sophia was excited about Lara becoming your friend. However, seeing photos of you two together out and about in LA stirred jealous feelings within her. The feeling intensifies when Lara brings you over one day and the whole time, you are attached to the girl’s hip. Sophia found it quite endearing how shy you were at first with all of them but God,  she wanted to be that close to you. 

So, when the conversation about opening acts comes up while talking about their tour, Sophia quickly suggests you. She explains how you mesh well with the girls. She mentions how your vibes are very similar to Katseye’s concept. Of course, Lara lights up at the idea and quickly texts you about the opportunity. Sophia can’t contain her excitement when Lara announces you accepted the invite to tour with them. 

A chance to spend three months with you? That’s more than enough time. 

To do what? Only time could tell. 

Unfortunately, at one point on the tour, you end up feeling sicker than you ever did before. 

You lay in the bed of your hotel room, tissues stuck up your nose and constantly coughing up a lung every two minutes or so. You made the announcement just five minutes ago that you will not be performing tonight and you can’t help but feel even more terrible than you already do. You hate to think about letting people down, especially your fans. That’s why you’ve kept your phone on ‘Do Not Disturb’ so you won’t experience the chaos in real time. 

Also, the constant vibrations of your phone would increase the pain you’re experiencing in your head. 

You sadly continue watching whatever show you put on your laptop, covered in blankets with a pout on your face. Suddenly, you hear a knock on your door. It causes you to groan quietly, having no energy to open it. You then hear a familiar voice through the door. “Y/n? It’s Sophia!” It’s embarrassing how quickly you jump out of bed, nearly tripping all over your clothes and luggage as you get to the door. You open the door to reveal a very pretty Sophia Laforteza holding two full plastic bags. You tilt your head in curiosity. “Hey... What brings you here?” Sophia holds up the bags in her hands with a wide smile. She hands them to you as she speaks, “I wanted to stop by and give you these… It has cold medicine, cough drops, different teas– I wasn’t sure what kind you liked so I got a variety…” You look at her in disbelief, you couldn’t believe someone could be so kind. You smile at her with sincerity in your eyes. Your voice is slightly hoarse as you speak. “I… You didn’t have to do this.” 

Sophia shoves you lightly, a teasing smile on her face. “Of course I did. I gotta make sure our rising star gets better for the rest of the tour…” She winks at you, causing you to blush. You set the bags down on the counter and look back at her with an apologetic smile. “I’d hug you right now but I can’t get THE Sophia Laforteza, leader of Katseye, get sick in the middle of her tour. I’d have Eyekons banging on my door…” She laughs, her eyes turning into crescents. You mentally pat yourself on the back, feeling pride in making her laugh so hard. She shakes her head and waves you off. “Oh, I’m sure Eyekons would be banging on your door for a completely different reason…” Her comment makes you raise an eyebrow. You let out a nervous chuckle as you respond, “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

The smirk that forms on her glossy lips causes your knees to go weak. She tilts her head, responding in a low, teasing tone. “I’ve seen the tweets on Eyekonville… They can’t get enough of you.” She giggles at the way your eyes widen at her words. She crosses her arms, taking a step back. “Well I’ve gotta get back to my room but when you start feeling better,” she gives you a playful smile, “let me know so we can hang out.” You wordlessly nod your head in response. The Filipina sends you one last smile before walking away, leaving you speechless. You’re not quite sure if you feel hot because of the interaction or if your fever is getting worse. At this point, you’re not even sure which one would be worse. 

You’re in the East Coast part of the tour when Sophia’s words seem to make more sense. 

After a few long hours of practicing, writing new songs, and filming with the girls for their tour vlogs, you finally get a few moments of peace. You decide to stroll around the city to get some fresh air and explore before you get too busy again. As a new artist, you’ve never had issues with people coming up to you randomly. It’s somewhat of a privilege to keep your privacy like this. 

That’s why it catches you off guard when a group of girls find you on the street and ask for a picture with you. And how could you say no? 

PopBase: Y/n L/n, the opener for Katseye’s tour, was seen walking around Charlotte and talking with fans, per several X users.  

User01: met Y/n L/n in Charlotte! they were so sweet )): 

User02: SAW Y/N IN DOWNTOWN CHARLOTTE!!! They had me blushing and kicking my feet a lil im ngl 

User03: all these Y/n stans and Eyekons saying Y/n was flirting with them. When will it be me???? 

User04: Y/n said I looked hot today I stay winning in life methinks 

Back at the hotel, you find Sophia standing by your room, scrolling through her phone. She looks up when she hears your footsteps, beaming when she spots you walking closer. She waves with a wide smile on her face. “Hey! I was looking for you…” You can’t help but blush at her words, your heart doing flips at the thought of Sophia waiting specifically for you. You put your hands in your pockets, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible. “Yeah, I was just taking a walk around the city.” She nods in response, pointing at her phone. “I saw it on Twitter. You met some fans?” You let out a loud laugh and shake your head, feeling embarrassed by all the tweets floating around since you were discovered wandering around downtown. 

You look down at your feet as you respond. “I did. It’s the first time anybody has ever noticed me so it was… Cool.” You feel the Filipina place a hand on your arm, squeezing it. You look at her with a shy glance, your heart beating faster with every second that passes. She gives you a sincere smile. “You deserve the attention. You’re so talented.”  Her hand moves from your arm up to the collar of your shirt. She moves her other hand to your collar and begins to fix it. There’s a playful smile on her lips. “It looks like you were giving them a lot of attention too.” She tugs at your collar causing your breath to catch in your throat. You look at her, wondering if the building tension between you two was in your head. She lets go, stepping away from you. She bites her lip and your mind must be playing tricks on you because is she checking you out? Sophia grabs your hand, pulling you away from your room. You allow the Filipina to do what she pleases because you’d be stupid not to. “Where are we going?” She pulls you towards the elevators, pressing the ‘down’ button. She looks at you with a twinkle in her eyes. “Giving you my attention, come on.” 

You’re sitting on one of the couches in the lounge, waiting to be called for soundcheck when Sophia sits next to you, laying her head on your shoulder. 

The action causes you to freeze, your mouth becomes dry. You’re overwhelmed by the scent of her perfume and you are hyper-aware of her hand resting on your thigh. In the last few cities, you’ve noticed the Filipina becoming much more touchy with you and you’re trying your hardest to stop thinking about it. She’s naturally a touchy person, you’ve noticed that about her. With her members, she’s quite attentive, always making sure they’re doing well and supporting them when need be. You tell yourself that’s what she’s doing for you. 

It’s here in New York that you realize how much of a problem it is for you. What you initially thought was an infatuation has become much more, and you’re not really sure what to do with that information. 

You feel Sophia shift next to you, suddenly wrapping her arms around your torso, pulling you closer to her body. She nuzzles her head into your shoulder, letting out a content sigh. Your hands stay in your lap, feeling shy about the proximity. You can feel her take a glance at you and you hear her let out a small giggle. She pinches your cheeks, cooing, “Are you okay?” You nod in response, feeling your cheeks heat up at her words. Your voice shakes a bit when you talk. “Yeah. A little nervous.” She pulls away slightly, looking at you with concern written in her expression. “Nervous? About the show? You’re gonna do great.” She places a hand on your cheek, her thumb caressing it gently. You wonder if she can feel the heat radiating from your face–  if she notices how much redder you’ve become with her simple touch. She tilts her head, leaning in closer towards you. She whispers, “Relax…” But you can’t relax. Not when Sophia Laforteza exists. 

When they finally call your name, you immediately stand up, almost stumbling on your feet. You hear Sophia giggle and it makes you blush even more. You speed walk away, needing to be out of this situation as quickly as possible. 

It is now the last leg of the tour and you have accepted your fate. You like the Filipina a lot more than you anticipated. 

Through all the not-so-subtle touches, glances, and small flirtatious remarks, you also got to know Sophia on more of a personal level. She always ends up in your hotel room somehow, staying for long periods to talk about everything and nothing all at once. You find yourself listening for most of it, but you don’t care. You’re mesmerized by her voice and how animated she is when she talks about something she’s passionate about. At some point, you also begin divulging your details, telling her things you haven’t said out loud in years. You tell her about your life before becoming an artist, about your family, things you’d rather not speak in detail about. 

This night is no different. 

You exit the bathroom, drying your hair with a towel as Sophia lays on her stomach on your bed. She is looking for something to put on the TV for you two to watch for the night (or, more specifically, have it in the background while you two have yet another yap session). When you sit down next to her, she immediately scoots over, leaning her head against your leg. Even though you’ve gotten used to Sophia’s need for physical touch 24/7, you still can’t help the nervousness you get every single time. You hear her sigh dramatically, throwing the remote behind her. You giggle as you watch her roll onto her back, maneuvering herself so she can lay her head in your lap. You instinctively move your hand to her hair, playing with the soft strands. She closes her eyes, a soft smile forming on her lips. 

“Have you ever been in love?” You halt your movements, your eyes widening at the girl. You’re completely caught off guard by her question. She whines when she feels you’ve stopped playing with her hair and swats at your hand, telling you to continue. You clear your throat, obeying her command. “Umm… I don’t know… I’ve never really been in a relationship before…” Her eyes snap open at your sheepish confession. She gapes at you in surprise. “Really?” You shrug, suddenly feeling embarrassed by your lack of knowledge in the love department. “Yeah… I mean. I’ve talked to people but I’ve never… Gone farther than that.” The Filipina covers her mouth in shock causing you to look away. Your cheeks burn hotter than they ever have. You feel Sophia remove herself from your lap to sit up, grabbing your shoulders. She continues looking at you with a surprised expression. 

“But, you’re always flirting with your fans and Eyekons, you really never dated someone?” Her statement causes you to look back at her with a raised eyebrow. You chuckle, shaking your head. “That’s different. That’s just for fun. Sometimes I flirt with people as a joke.” The moment your words leave your mouth, Sophia immediately detaches herself from you, scooting away. You look at her with a confused look. Your confusion turns into panic when she stands up from the bed with an unreadable expression. You stand as well, worried. “You good?” She nods, looking towards the door. She speaks softly, “Yeah… I just remembered the girls and I planned to do something tomorrow morning so I should probably get back so I can go to bed.” Before you can respond, Sophia makes her way toward the door. Before leaving, she turns to look at you with what looks like a sad smile. “Goodnight, Y/n.” You feel frozen in place as you watch her leave the room without another word. You run your hands through your hair, wondering what went wrong. 

“Fuck.” 

Lara: bro whatd you do

You: IDK U TELL ME!!!!!

There are four cities left in the tour and Sophia still isn’t talking to you. 

After that night in the hotel, she has been avoiding you. The Filipina doesn’t even try to hide it. Every time you walk into the room, she immediately leaves. When you two are told to vlog together, she does as she is told, but once filming is over, she is gone before you can say a word to her. It sucks. And you still don’t know why. 

You think about your conversation with Sophia over and over again, trying to find at what point it went awry. But it only leaves you more confused than before. It wasn’t like you two were talking about anything that substantial. 

That is until you recount the events to the leader’s members. 

They all sit on your bed, looking at you with deadpanned expressions. You groan because you didn’t realize you’ve fucked up this badly. You wave your hands wildly, giving them a pleading look. “Well! Tell me what I did so I can fix it!” Daniela sighs, crossing her arms. She speaks as though her words were obvious. “You said you flirt with people as a joke, Y/n.” You look at her, still confused. “What does that have to do with anything?” Manon groans, throwing a pillow at your head that you unsuccessfully dodge. It hits you like her words. 

“You dumbass! You two have been flirting with each other for the last like three months! She must think it’s been a joke to you this whole time!” 

Another city, another sound check. 

Except this time, you feel more nervous than you usually do. 

Since the girls intervened with you, you’ve been trying to figure out how to win the Filipina girl back in your life. You can’t believe how oblivious you’ve been the last few months. You’ve been so busy overthinking your feelings that you didn’t even consider Sophia’s. There couldn’t have been a chance in hell that Sophia Laforteza would see you the same way you do. But, as you reflected on the past few months, you realize that all signs were there. 

And now you’re gonna try to make up for it. Try is the keyword. 

You are in the last few minutes of your soundcheck when you decide to finish with a cover that you’ve been shamelessly practicing for hours the night before. You run to the other side of the stage, grabbing your ukulele. Its appearance makes the audience cheer and you feel your cheeks heat up. For some reason, holding a ukulele embarrasses you. But you can’t back away, you’ve gotta see this one through. You place your mic on its stand, clearing your throat. You speak into it, your voice shaking slightly. “So. I think you guys and I have been getting pretty close the last few months…” You hear more cheers from the audience, agreeing with your statement. You chuckle nervously. “So, I’m gonna tell you guys a secret.” Once again, everyone cheers in response. You hear individual voices saying things such as, “What is it?” or, “Tell us!” 

You strum the ukulele, the random chords reverberating throughout the concert hall. “I really like someone… And I really fucked up– pardon my language,” Everyone laughs but quickly becomes silent, wanting you to continue. “And so, I dedicate this song to them. I hope they listen to it and I don’t know… Consider giving me another chance?” The audience screams a collective ‘Yes!’ When everyone finally quiets down, you begin playing the chords to the song, hoping a certain Filipina is standing backstage listening in. 

“She’s my sunshine in the rain…” 

After saying your goodbyes to the audience, you quickly run off stage, looking around frantically. Disappointment begins to settle in your chest when Sophia is nowhere to be seen. However, a familiar hand grabs onto yours, pulling you into an unknown direction. You can’t help the smile that forms on your face being pulled by Sophia. Once you two are alone, she wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you into a deep kiss. You respond immediately, wrapping your arms around her waist. After a few moments, she pulls away slightly, resting her forehead against yours. She whispers teasingly. “You’re only flirting with me from now on, okay?” 

You kiss her again, relishing the way her lipgloss tastes. When you pull away, you respond, breathlessly, “Got it. Totally noted.”

a/n: i hope you guys enjoyed, let me know what you think! this one was rlly fun to write and it helped w my sophia brainrot lately. my inbox is open for requests and any thoughts so send them if you wanna :)

[kittyl1z]

the last part got me crying ngl i love this sm <3!!

"CHEERLEADING"

pairing: cheerleader!daniela avanzini x basketballplayer!reader

synopsys: in the lead up to the final, you struggle with the weight of expectations and pressure, but you find solace in daniela's support. the long-awaited day comes, the score is tied and there are only seconds left. you and your team fight hard, actually securing the win. the victory is sweet, but there's something else that makes the moment unforgettable.

tags/warnings: language, fluff, established relationship, a lot of comfort, daniela reassures reader, some suggestive jokes, kissing, hugs, they're so cute I'm gonna cry, mention of newjeans minji

wc: +3,9k

a/n: I decided to do basketball because idk shit about football, so yeah... and also because it was the only other sport that I knew had a cheerleader team. I'm also sorry guys, we don't really see a lot of cheerleader!dani in this story, maybe I could expand it someday...

you let out a deep breath as daniela, your girlfriend, rubbed your shoulders. her fingers worked into your muscles, easing the tension that had built up until now, circular motions kneading your flesh with a pressure that made you sigh in satisfaction. you were sitting on a bench on the side of the basketball court while the rest of your teammates moved quickly up and down the playing area. their movements were accompanied by the squeaky rhythm of sneakers rubbing on the polished wood floor and the echo of bouncing balls. 

the training had been especially intense in the last few days, your team had won several matches, securing a spot in the grand final of the tournament. this meant double the afternoons spent at the sports center and going home at absurd hours. you couldn’t lie and say that these circumstances weren’t weighing you down. 

an additional difficulty was finding time to see your girlfriend. you were either too busy with training or too exhausted to even watch a movie together. however you considered yourself to be the luckiest person alive. why? because not only was daniela part of the cheerleading squad, meaning you could always count on her presence during games. but also because, even if she had a free afternoon, she always made the effort to come and support you, taking care of you by bringing you water and drying your sweat with a towel. 

today was no different. after finishing her cheer practice, she came over to watch you play. she had been busy with her squad, running through routines, exhaustion clear on her face. however, even when she had the option to go home and rest after training, she decided to make her way over to your side of the centre, calling you out when you took a break.

that’s how you found yourself in this situation: your head dropped forward, hands resting on your knees while your fingers played with the hem of your shorts. your eyes were closed, enjoying your girlfriend’s ministrations. your shirt hung loosely around your neck after you had pulled it off when daniela offered to massage you, leaving your glistening back and abs exposed. as you relaxed into her hands, shoulder shrinking, neck loosening, your thoughts began to drift. you were so absorbed in the quiet comfort of her touch that time seemed to slip away.

what you didn’t notice was how your girlfriend couldn’t quite keep her eyes off you, her gaze lingered on the way the lean muscles of your back flexed under her touch. she quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing slightly as thoughts that weren’t entirely appropriate crossed her mind. she silently thanked the universe that you were too lost in your own thoughts to notice her flustered conditions. 

when you snapped out of it, you jerked your head back, glancing up at daniela. “oh my god dani you’re doing such a good job!” you obnoxiously fake-moaned, raising your voice in pitch as a playful smirk tugged at your mouth, watching her reaction in amusement. “stop it! you’re being weird…” she complained in embarrassment, face heating up as she slapped your arm jokingly. hearing your loud laugh, she couldn't help but join in, her own laughter bubbling up in response. 

you loved making your girlfriend laugh, whether it was with silly jokes or with your ridiculous antics. you loved the way her eyes crinkled, her cheeks flushed, and her dimple flashed as she tilted her head back. she just looked so… warm, so effortless, like everything you ever wanted. the thought that she was actually yours still made you pinch yourself sometimes.

but as the laughter faded, a different feeling began to settle in. the playfulness in the air softened, and a quietness formed between you two. the moment felt like it was slowing down. she wrapped her arms around your shoulder, pulling you against her chest. you sank into the embrace, her warmth surrounding you, cheek resting gently against your shoulder. her heartbeat drummed softly against your back, a steady, rhythmic pulse that was reassuring, like a constant reminder that she was right there. 

as you turned your head back just enough, you met her eyes, wide and bright, and her smile. that smile… it had a way of making everything feel safe, like you could be completely honest with her, without fear. 

in that exact moment, the thought of the final, the pressure and the expectations felt too much to bear, you felt it physically, like the weight of everything you were pushing in the back of your mind came crashing forward. you were afraid of this sudden fragility, but you remembered that you were with her, and it was okay to be vulnerable.

your face lost some of its brightness as you took a deep breath. “dani” you started, your voice coming out quieter than expected. your fingers were fidgeting nervously with the fabric of the shorts as you melted further into her embrace, finding solace in the blanket that her arms created. you stared deep into her orbs, seeing a glimmer of concern forming in her eyes, but she waited, her gaze gentle and expectant, giving you the space to speak. “my mind has been a mess lately, jesus, the thought of the final is hunting me, I-I… what if I’m not enough? what if I can’t handle it?” your voice was barely audible, the vulnerability catching in your throat, finally expressing how you truly felt.

the smile on your girlfriend’s face faltered just slightly, her eyes softening as she listened. her embrace grew tighter, her fingers lightly traced patterns across your arms, a small, comforting gesture meant to remind you that she was there for you. “hey, listen,” daniela whispered, her voice firm but gentle. “I know how overwhelming it can feel. trust me, I’ve been there too,” her eyes never left yours, the sincerity in her gaze unwavering. 

“but don’t forget that there’s a reason why you are here. you have proven time and time that you’re able to play extremely well and, most importantly, that you’re capable to win” you heart lightened as you weakly nodded along and softly hummed in response. 

“and, remember, you’ve got all of us: your friends, your teammates, your parents, me” she emphasized the “me”, pointing a finger towards her chest.

as her words sunk in, you couldn’t help but feel a newfound confidence build inside of you, slowly replacing the doubt. “you’re stronger than you think. I believe in you.” she leaned forward, pressing a soft, reassuring kiss on your lips, a gentle gesture that sealed her words, a promise that she would always be by your side.

the kiss also silently communicated that she wasn't just giving out empathy for free, she was paying you back for the numerous times that you held her crying. in fact, it wasn't uncommon for daniela to find herself engulfed in the warmth of your arms, venting about her worries and frustrations. the way you soothed her by gently caressing her hair, whispering reassuring words into her ear, made her feel like she was protected by a cocoon. you both had created a safe space for each other to share your feelings.

when she pulled away, you felt an instinctive urge to give back, to thank her for all the unconditional love and support. you thought about how every time the pressure seemed unbearable, her presence was always the anchor you needed to stay afloat. she wasn’t just the person you leaned on, she was your strength. 

you sat up a little straighter, turned around and reached for her, your hands moving almost without thinking. you wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling her as close as you could from the position you were in. you buried your head in her chest, feeling the soft fabric of her top under your cheek, the slight curve of her body fitting perfectly against yours. your hands found the soft skin of her back, her warmth making everything feel still and safe. 

you tightened your hug, making daniela squeal in surprise at the sudden strength. her body stiffened for a second before she relaxed into your embrace, but you didn't loosen your grip. you held her close, the weight of the day, the stress, the pressure, all flowing out of you through the tension in your arms.  

“you have no idea how much you mean to me, dani,” you started, the weight of your words filling the air as you took a deep breath, the familiar scent of her floral perfume was mixing with the tension you were releasing. she gently stroked your cheek, appreciating the tenderness of the moment. you lightly softened your hug, head moving away from her chest to look deep into her eyes. “I don’t know what I would do without you, really.” you said, your voice carrying the sincerity of everything you had been feeling. 

daniela’s cheeks flushed a soft pink, the genuineness of your words making her heart flutter. “stop, you’re making me blush,” she laughed lightly, but it was clear that the depth of your sentiment had taken her by surprise. she couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face, using the hands that were resting on your broad shoulder to cup your face. “you mean the world to me too.” she added, the sincerity in her eyes mirroring your own.

“hey man! you coming back or what?” minji’s voice cut through the bubble of intimacy, sharp and demanding. both of your heads snapped toward her, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of your teammate standing with her arms spread wide and eyebrows raised in a mock-stern expression. the playful interruption broke the moment, but it quickly reminded you that your team still needed you, pulling you back to the present.

you locked eyes again with daniela, as if to ask for her permission to leave, she nodded, a smile still plastered on her face. “come on, get back in there, they’re waiting for you,” she encouraged, pulling your arm and making you stand up, patting your butt as a signal for you to go back into the court. 

you quickly pulled your shirt back on, still chuckling. with a final, lingering glance at her, you leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. "I love you," you whispered, the words feeling like they carried more weight than usual, as if they were a reminder of everything she had just said and done for you. she wasted no time in saying it back, but her voice was also urging you to actually go back, the concept reinforced by the light push she gave you. and that’s what you did, running towards the rest of your teammates, not before sending her a teasing wink.

-♧-

the loud whistle of the referee marked the start of the second half of the match. your eyes were blinded by the overwhelmingly bright lights, their relentless glare directed onto the court, making it impossible to escape the spotlight. as if the intense artificial glow wasn’t enough of a reminder of the high expectations, the merging of the crowd’s voices, creating a deafening roar, hit you like a physical force, surrounding you from all sides. it was unpredictable, the eruptions of sounds following the action happening in the game. each burst of noise was a jolt to your nerves, leaving you with a rush of adrenaline that surged through your veins.

however, the cheering was almost completely silenced by the rapid pounding of your heartbeat. erratic thumps were echoing in your ears, as if they were trying to keep up with the intensity of the game. sweat dripped down your face, trickling over your skin. your shirt clung to your back, soaked and heavy with effort, and you could feel the damp fabric tugging at you with each movement. 

the overhead lights caught the sweat on your body, making it glisten like beads of glass, a visible sign of the intensity of the game. fatigue weighed you down, your body running hot from the quick, snappy movements. but it wasn’t just exhaustion that pressed on you now, it was also that damn scoreboard.

it flashed before you like a challenge, the numbers were too close, too dangerous. a harsh reminder that everything was on the line. your mind raced. what if it’s not enough? what if we lose? your stomach twisted, anxiety gnawing at you. you swallowed hard as the doubt started to creep in. the pressure felt suffocating, and for a moment, you couldn’t focus on anything but the numbers glaring back at you. was it too late?

the swish of the ball snapping through the net jolted you back to reality. you quickly glanced at the scoreboard, your worst fear confirmed: the other team had scored, and the game was now tied. the roar of the crowd on their side felt like a punch in the gut, their celebrations loud and unrelenting. you froze, as though your body hadn’t caught up with what your eyes had just seen. 

you then sighed heavily, hands covering your face in disappointment as your head and shoulders dropped. “damn it!” you whispered-shouted to yourself. the flickering numbers on the board only deepened the weight on your shoulders. this is it. your mind kept repeating the same words over and over. this was the moment where you were going to lose.

but as the doubt threatened to swallow you, you fought against it. squeezing your eyes shut, you inhaled deeply, trying to shake off the negativity. you couldn’t afford to fall apart now. as you reopened your eyes, you looked around, scanning the faces of the crowd in search of her. you finally found daniela’s gaze, the loud noises of the spectators fading in the background as you lost yourself in the warmth of her eyes. 

she shot you a loving smile, paired with a slight tilt of her head, a gesture that added tenderness and vulnerability to her expression. there was a glimmer of hope in the way her lips curled, as if she believed, no matter how tight the game, that the outcome would tip in your favor. it was a smile that silently urged you to push through, as if saying “you’ve got this”. 

her gaze made you realize that the game wasn’t over yet. there was still time, and you were gonna fight for it. fight for your team. fight for yourself. fight for her. it gave you a burst of energy and strength, the pressure that had been crushing you lifted just enough for you to breathe. with this newfound determination, you straightened your shoulders and refocused, mentally and physically preparing for the last play. 

you looked at the clock, a relentless reminder of how little time was left, just a few precious moments until the buzzer. you glanced around, catching the determined looks of your teammates, knowing that this was the moment that could define the game. if your team could stay focused, if you worked seamlessly together, this was your opportunity to win. you had fought too hard to back down now.

as the action began, everything around you seemed to slow down. every step you took and every movement on the court felt drawn out, as if time itself had stretched. your heartbeat echoed in your ears, a steady pulse that anchored your focus. we’ve got this. you were confident in your team’s abilities.

the ball was moving fluidly, passed between teammates with calculated precision. the team moved towards the basket like a practiced dance, every motion was a step closer to the victory. as the ball landed between your hands, you saw it: an opportunity, a fraction of space where you could make a pass. without thinking, you moved, stepping into position, your hands guiding the ball into your teammate’s waiting grasp, perfectly placed for the shot. 

you watched as the ball flew through the air in the perfect trajectory. it was the result of the seamless teamwork that had led to this moment. when the final buzzer echoed through the arena, your team erupted in uncontainable joy, jumping into the air, arms raised above your head as multiple ecstatic shouts could be heard. you and your teammates exchanged high-fives and laughed with unrestrained enthusiasm. 

you were then pulled into a tight embrace with the rest of the team, the smell of sweat and the roaring of the crowd amplifying the rush of victory. you couldn’t stop grinning. excitement and relief washed over you, flooding your chest with warmth as the group celebrated together, savoring the success you had all fought for.

in that instant of celebration something inside you stirred. an unsettling feeling that made it impossible to stand still, as if staying where you were would cause you to burst with unspent energy. your leg trembled with nervousness, and you realized that you had no choice but to follow your instinct and commit to it.  

so, suddenly, you pulled away from the group, sprinting towards the stands. your teammates all shared a confused and perplexed expression on their face, watching as you leaped with ease over the low barrier that separated the crowd from the court. to be completely honest, even you weren't entirely sure where this impulse came from; all you knew was that you just felt a rush of excitement that made you want to share your joy with daniela. 

and that's exactly where you were heading: swiftly moving towards the cheerleading section in the stands. and then you saw her. her face mirrored the slight confusion of the crowd, but her smile was still there, welcoming and reassuring. when you reached her, the world around you seemed to stand still. she met your gaze, her eyes filled with something unspoken, something just for you. the moment probably lasted only a few seconds, but to the both of you, it felt like an eternity.

without a word, you gently cupped her face in your hands and pressed your lips onto hers. the kiss was almost urgent, as if it were releasing all the pent-up stress and anxiety from the match. you both moved in perfect harmony, savoring the sweetness and softness of her lips, a stark contrast to the saltiness caused by the sweat of your own. the warmth of her skin against your hands only added to her already inviting and comforting presence.

when you pulled away, the calm you felt was like an indescribable breath of fresh air, a much-needed escape from the overwhelming ocean of anxiety that had consumed you ever since the final weighed on your mind. your thoughts were interrupted by a sudden wave of surprised and teasing noises from the crowd. you looked around and saw people leaping to their feet, applauding you; others wore shocked, caught-off-guard expressions, gasping in disbelief; and your teammates’ excited cheers engulfed you from behind.

when you heard a distant voice shout “get a room!” you realized just how sudden and unexpected your gesture had been. a flush of embarrassment spread across your face as a shy smile tugged at your lips. daniela, mirroring your redness, laughed softly, her eyes wide in surprise and her hand was covering part of her face.

your locked eyes again, exchanging a silent moment of affection as you softly squeezed her face. a quiet reassurance for your girlfriend that she had nothing to worry about. then you turned to head back to your team, still chuckling. your teammates playfully patted the back of your head and your back. 

“I’m gonna need a replay of that man! I swear it was more exciting than the win.” one of your teammates commented, making you laugh at the hilarious remark. “honestly, cutest shit ever.” minji said, looking at you supportingly as she held out her hand, ready for another high-five. a proud smile crossed her face, and you sighed in relief, happy that the kiss had been so well received.

the team triumphantly made its way to the trophy, gathering around it to make sure that everyone had a chance to touch it before lifting it high into the air, pride evident on every face. in all honesty, your pride wasn’t just for the victory, you were mostly proud to have shown everyone that daniela was yours, secretly hoping to have sparked a bit of envy over your relationship.

-♧-

when the team made its way back to the locker rooms, the teasing about the kiss continued. “okay we get it, you’re winning at life. winning the game, winning the heart… I’m honestly jealous!” one of your teammates remarked, laughing as she threw her arm around your shoulder. you rolled your eyes, already knowing that this wasn’t going to die down anytime soon. “no seriously, next time we win, I’m sprinting to the stands and getting me a kiss too!” another teammate chimed in, mimicking a running motion with exaggerated gestures. 

“come on, jesus, I just gave her a kiss, nothing too scandalous,” you tried to shut them down, but it didn’t quite go as planned. “yeah, sure… let’s see if you just give her that tonight,” another teammate teased, making an obvious innuendo that sent the whole room into a fit of laughter. “shut up man! at least I’ve got game.” you shot back, whipping her arm with your shirt, the room erupting in a chorus of “ooh”s at your response. 

as the teasing slowly quieted, one by one, every teammate started to leave the locker room. you decided to stay behind, soaking in the rare peace after all the excitement: both the chaos of the crowd and the energy of your teammates. when you finally stepped outside, you were met by daniela running towards you, jumping straight into your arms. you wrapped her tightly into a hug, and she did the same. the softness of her hair brushing against your cheek and the sweet, floral scent of her perfume that engulfed you, made you feel completely at home.

you spun her around, both of you laughing and letting out joyful sounds as the cold air whipped your hair around. when you stopped, you finally took a good look at her. the blush still lingered on her cheeks, and her beautiful eyes gazed at you, holding an unspoken question, as if she was waiting for you to notice something. “no way…” your voice trailed off as you realized what shirt she had changed into. 

“yes way, it even has your name on the back!” she exclaimed happily, bouncing excitedly in your arms. she was wearing one of your basketball jerseys, your number boldly printed on the front, with the team logo stitched onto her chest. “no fucking way,” you repeated, deeply touched by her gesture. “I love you so much dani,” you murmured, feeling more grateful than ever. she had proven, yet again, that she was the best girlfriend anyone could ask for, and you wouldn’t trade her for anyone else in this world. 

“I love you too,” she whispered back, holding your face. and in that moment, everything felt perfect.

a/n: I hope the last part doesn't feel too rushed, and I'm really sorry if the dialogue with the teammates sounds too corny 😭

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after daniela broke up with you, she shoved everything that reminded her of you in a box that she later hid in her closet thinking she would never see you again. years later she still reminisces about her time with you and thinks “i should’ve taken more pictures”.

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COMFORT

"Yet another rejection." Dani sighed to herself, tossing her smartphone onto the couch before making her way to the kitchen for a glass of water.

She knew from the start that being in the entertainment industry wouldn’t be easy, especially when it came to having a say in the group’s creative direction. It wasn’t just her ideas. The other girls’ suggestions had been shut down too. But with their hectic schedule, this rejection cut deeper than usual.

She needed Y/N. But her girlfriend was still in an online group discussion in their bedroom, and Dani hated the thought of disturbing her. So she decided to wait in the living room, letting the TV play in the background.

As if on cue, the negative thoughts crept in, and the sounds from the TV faded into nothing but static.

"Was it worth it? The long years of training?"

Dani was drained, mentally and physically, in ways she couldn’t even put into words. The exhaustion clung to her bones, heavy and suffocating, as her thoughts spiraled, each one darker than the last, dragging her into a place she hated. A place where doubt whispered cruel things in her ear.

"What if this is all for nothing?" she murmured to herself, voice barely above a whisper.

She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms as if pain could ground her. It didn’t. The lump in her throat only grew, thick and unbearable, threatening to choke her.

"This is so stupid," she muttered, shaking her head as she wiped her damp eyes. She was supposed to be resting, breathing, existing without the weight of expectations crushing her. But instead, she was sitting there, curled up under the dim glow of the TV, blinking away tears that wouldn’t stop falling.

She needed you. Her body ached for your presence, for the warmth of your arms around her, for the quiet reassurance only you could give. But you were still working, still behind that closed bedroom door, too far away even though you were just a few steps from her. She pressed a hand to her chest, hoping to steady the tremble in her breath. It didn’t work. Her safe place wasn’t here. Not in this silence. Not in this loneliness. It was you. You’re her safe place.

Before she even realized what was happening, she was pulled into a familiar embrace. Strong, warm, grounding. That was all it took for her to break. Her shoulders shook as she clung to you, trying to hold herself together.

"Why are you crying?" you asked softly, voice filled with concern as you ran your fingers through her hair.

"I don’t know," she admitted, her voice cracking as she let out a shaky breath. "I just... I feel like everything I do is pointless."

You held her tighter, resting your chin on top of her head. "That’s not true. You’re incredible, Dani."

She let out a bitter laugh. "Then why does it feel like I’m not good enough? Why do I keep trying if no one even cares?"

"I care," you whispered.

For a moment, she said nothing. Then, her grip on you tightened.

"I hate feeling like this," she choked out.

"I know," you murmured, rubbing slow circles on her back. "But you're not alone, okay? I'm here. Always."

You sat there with her in silence, not rushing her, not saying anything more. Just being there. Holding her close to you.

This didn’t happen often, but Dani had her moments, moments when the doubts got too loud, when the exhaustion won. And this was one of them.

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So sudden ♫ Lara Raj x fem!reader

Warning ➟ nsfw, foul words, not proofread

Disclaimer ➟ Every word written here is but a work of fiction. Nothing is a real representation of who these people are in real life.

Synopsis ➟ You couldn't bare liking Lara anymore, so you chose to ignore her. The Indian, who had no idea why you had suddenly become so cold all of a sudden decided to confront you.

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A/N ➟ idk js some random cute smut i decided to write as my first work lol

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You were so fucked. You've been in a talking stage with someone— a common friend. She was so nice, so polite, so perfect. But you couldn't help it. For some reason, every time you had gone on a date with her, all you could remember was Lara.

Your bandmate, someone who treated you like you were her sister for fucks sake. But could anyone blame you?

The lasting eye contact, the lingering touches, felt like electricity to you. Every time Christine had made you feel calm, safe, and in control— Lara had made you feel erratic, unsafe in the best way possible, out of control— alive.

You hated feeling this way. This was wrong. You felt so guilty— poor Christine didn't deserve any of this. And on a particular Sunday— the guilt had caught up to you.

''Fuck yeah— movie night.'' Manon sighed as she sat down on the couch, scooting in between Daniela and Sophia. You were all sitting in order, from left to right.

Sophia, Manon, Daniela, Yoonchae, Megan, and finally, Lara and you, on the side.

You cursed. Being this close to Lara meant more trouble for you. You hoped she'd focus on the movie and ignore you, but luck was not on your side.

An hour into the movie, Lara had started to drift, the fatigue catching up to her. The Indian had decided to sleep on your shoulder, and very carefully lowered her head onto it. Your breath hitched. You hadn't expected Lara to all of a sudden make physical contact with you.

Thankfully, she hadn't noticed you panicking over something so small. The girl slept peacefully on your shoulder, and it felt so right. So disgustingly right.

The smile on your face turned into a pained frown. Good God, you were thinking about your bandmate in that way. What would Missy think? What would the rest of your members think? What would she think?

You looked away, trying to control your heartbeat. But much to your dismay, it didn't work. Lara just had this effect on you— this intoxicating effect you couldn't quite figure out.

You didn't want this anymore... the feelings, the guilt— you didn't want to want her anymore. So you had come to a conclusion.

Lara put her arm around your neck, and smiled.

''Good morning sleeping beauty. Care to explain why I can't find my hoodie?'' You cursed. Of course you had borrowed it.

''Oh, it's in the wash right now. I lumped it in with mine. I'll give it back to you later, yeah?'' You coldly responded, politely and gently removing her arm that was on you. Lara was surprised at the coldness, but shortly brushed it off as you waking up on the wrong side of the bed.

Okay, either you had woken up on the wrong side of the bed for the past two weeks, or Lara had done something.

You had been ignoring or brushing the girl off for the past two weeks, to the point your other members had noticed. Sophia wanted to confront you, saying it was unhealthy and downright shitty. But Lara told her not to, wanting to confront you herself.

It was however, hard to get you in the same room as her alone. It was like trying to capture a rat in a shabby trap. She had to actually come up with a good plan. And come up with a good plan she did.

Everyone was out right now as far as you were concerned. You cut ties with Christine a week ago, telling her she was amazing, but it just wasn't working out. The blonde constantly asked why, but all you could give her was bullshit about ''work'' and how you ''don't know'' whether you could handle it or not.

You had your headphones on. You were in a green tank top, supported with black basketball pants. It was your go to fit, after all. You decided an hour ago that chilling in the house would be a great refresher, but it was all about to be ruined.

You heard three knocks on your door. You paused your music, and thought about who it could be. It couldn't have been Manon or Daniela— the two would never knock on your room, especially because it was theirs too. Megan wouldn't really care either. So it was either Yoonchae or Sophia, coming home earlier than you had thought.

''Come in! Doors open.'' The door opens, and there, you were met with none other than the person you've been trying to avoid for the past few weeks.

''Fuck.''

You froze, not knowing what to do. Lara closed the door, and locked it for good measure, making sure you wouldn't run from her or something.

The girl took in a deep breath, and spoke.

''...Hi'' She moved closer to your bed, and signal towards the spot in front of you, as if asking ''may i?''. You hesitantly nodded your head, and the Indian sat down.

''Okay... so, what exactly did I do? And don't play dumb— It's painfully obvious.'' You bit your lip, shit, maybe you should have gone out with Megan or Daniela.

After receiving no answer seconds after asking a question, Lara grew desperate. Desperate to know why one of her closest friends had suddenly started treating her so coldly.

''Please, Y/n. What did I do? You've been so cold to me— I don't know anymore.'' She pried your hands away from your phone, and held them.

You sighed. There was no getting out of this. It was now or never.

''I... I like you.''

''What?'' Lara blinked, and looked at you in confusion, asking herself whether or not she had just heard what you said right.

''I like you, Lara Rajagopalan. A lot.''

You stared into each others eyes, as Lara inched closer to you. She held your jaw, and waited for a second— for any sign of discomfort.

You hadn't given any.

She crashed her lips onto yours, tasting like sweet cherry. It felt as if you were electrocuted. You've kissed girls before, but it had never felt this way. Felt this good.

Instead of a nice and soft first kiss with Lara, this one was rough. A hungry kiss, one that you were sure bruised your lip.

She pressed on your chip with her thumb, allowing entrance for her tongue, but you pulled away. Short of breath.

Breathing heavily, you asked her, looking her dead in the eye, both your gazes filled with lust.

''Do you... do you like me back?'' Lara looked at you, wondering if it was a genuine question or a teasing one. After noticing that it was, the latter giggled.

''Baby is that even a question?'' Lara said as she crashed her lips onto yours once more, her tongue finding its way into your mouth faster than last time.

Lara moved her hands over your thigh, slowly parting both your legs. You let out a soft moan, surprising Lara and yourself. You felt embarrassed, and it was neatly displayed on your face. Lara pulled away,

''Don't be shy. No one's home baby.. moan all you want.'' Lara pushed you onto the bed, and you were now lying down, with the Indian above you.

The girl traced her hand up your legs all the way to your thigh and stopped.

''Tell me you want this.'' You nodded,

''I want you.''

The girl wasted no time in taking your pants and underwear off. The girl reveled at the sight of you, all disheveled and ready for her. She couldn't help but tease, finding this all a little too cute.

You whine at her teasing,

''Lara, please...'' Lara let out a soft giggle,

''Please what?'' Normally, you'd be too embarrassed to even think about entertaining her, but right now?

Right now you were too desperate to process your own behavior.

''Please.. I want you in me. So badly.''

Lara slips a finger into you, and you let out a sharp and short moan, not expecting her to enter you so fast after all the slow teasing just seconds prior.

The girl slips another inside wasting no time, and you couldn't stop the elicit moan from coming out.

''Mhfm..!'' Lara slowed down her pace a bit, as you adjusted to her fingers. After a couple seconds and a soft nod from you, the girl started moving her fingers at a steady but moderate pace.

It felt so good, like eternal bliss.

Lara placed soft wet kisses on your collar, as she stuck her fingers in and out of you. You felt like it was all so much— too much.

''Ah...ah! I'm going to—'' Lara hums, and in no time, you let it all out. Lara held you close, helping you ride out your high.

As the two of you heave heavy breaths, you both find each other's eyes.

You smile, and Lara nuzzles herself into your neck. Neither of you spoke, not wanting to break the peaceful silence. Lara placed the blanket over both of you, and cuddled you.

Neither you nor Lara know what's gonna happen now, but that's a problem for later. For now, both of you were going to sleep together and enjoy it.

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Perhaps, Even This —chapter 14

A year ago, you were known as your friend group’s “sunshine.” You were able to light up a whole room with your energy and everyone could rely on you for your quick wit and easy humor. You lived life simply one day at a time. However, seemingly out of nowhere, that all changes. Now a Junior in university, you find it extremely difficult to do all the things you used to do. Especially being the Resident Assistant for the Geffen Dorms. New residents begin to move in and one them is a girl you could only describe as “radiant." Her name is Megan Skiendiel, and at first, you don’t welcome the positivity but as you two continue to meet and hang out, you find yourself becoming the person you used to be. Will you be able to be that person you were a year ago? Or will everything just stay the same?

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When the clock finally strikes 12 AM, you sigh in relief. You can finally clock out and go to bed. You begin to feel bad for the next person who has to take over your shift, knowing it can only get crazier from this point on considering it is still the peak of Halloween night. You pick your stuff up, not even bothering to wait for the next person to come and take over. You’re tired and it is no longer your problem. 

That is, until you hear that obnoxious beep, meaning a resident has just scanned into the building. 

You let out an aggravated huff, turning around to hopefully not see a drunk resident on your clock. What you’re met with is much worse, however. Standing in front of you is Megan, with her heels in her hands and her makeup slightly runny. The sight makes your eyes soften, especially when you begin to notice that the younger girl seems to be in a bit of distress. You tilt your head, concern written on your face. “Are you okay?” Megan smiles but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. For the first time since knowing her, she doesn’t seem as excited as she usually is. Her hyperactive energy seems depleted and she just isn’t herself. 

You walk towards her, a frown evident on your lips. You grab her heels and place a hand on her shoulder. In other cases, you would turn the other way. Being a Resident Assistant for a college dorm is not for the weak. There are days where you often ignore the clinking sounds in resident’s bags when they pop out then pop right back into the dorm hall. You try to ignore the glazed over look in their eyes when you’re required to do your one-on-one checks ins with your residents. It’s just too much paperwork and you are only one person in charge of 20 other college kids. You really rather not put more on your plate. 

But this was Megan. And you hate to admit it but the ginger girl really did sneak her way into your life. 

That’s how you find yourself walking her to her dorm that is only one floor away. You tell yourself you’re only doing it because your own room is only a few doors away and you just want to make sure she can’t get into more trouble. But Jen would say otherwise. So, you’re grateful that the girl isn’t around to give you shit for this. 

The walk is silent for the most part. You find it strange that Megan isn’t talking your ear off and for some reason, you want to end the silence. It was driving you crazy. But, when you two finally get back to her dorm, she finally speaks. Her voice is quiet and for some reason it kills you. “Parties aren’t really my thing… I’m starting to notice.” You look at her, letting a chuckle escape your lips. “Really? I thought you’d love em’.” Megan shrugs, running a hand through her hair. “Me too… But I guess…” She trails off, biting her lip. After a moment, she just shakes her head, looking down to dig in her purse for her keys to her room. You furrow your brows at her sudden silence and place a hand on her shoulder. “Megan?” She doesn’t look up though. When she finally finds her keys, she quickly unlocks the door and looks up to give you another small smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n…” She makes a move to walk inside but before you can stop yourself, you grab her wrist gently. She looks at you again, her lip trembling slightly. 

The sight of her being so vulnerable overwhelms you. You pull her into a tight hug, holding her tighter against you when you feel her body shake slightly. She was crying. She buries her head into the crook of your neck and holds onto the collar of your Geffen Dorms polo shirt. Her voice cracks as she speaks through her tears. “Maybe I’m just too much sometimes…” You bite your lip at her words because you know exactly how that feels. And you hate thinking about Megan knowing that feeling.

Sure, she’s quite clingy. And can in fact get on your nerves most days. But every single time, Megan manages to put a smile on your face. Seeing her walk through the entrance of the dorms makes something inside of you light up. When she smiles at you, basically skipping towards you, it causes pieces of the facade you’ve created to fall. You’re still not sure if that’s a good thing but right now, you can’t bring yourself to care. 

You have to see Megan smile once before you go to bed. It’s a must. 

You pull away slightly from the girl, one of your arms around her waist and the other reaching up to place a hand on her shoulder. You tell her quietly, “I think… You’re enough.” She lights up at your words and pulls you back closer, hugging you so tightly that you feel a bit lightheaded by her presence. The feeling scares you shitless. After a few moments, you pull away completely, your cheeks flush and your thoughts going 100 mph. You look away, rubbing the back of your neck as you chuckle nervously. You hear Megan giggle and you know you’ve successfully completed your mission for the night. You murmur softly, “well… I’ll let you go to bed…” You look back at her to see the ginger girl smiling brightly and you can’t help but feel relieved. She nods, placing a hand on the handle of her dorm and before she goes inside, she looks at you one last time. “Tell your friend Soobin thank you for me by the way… He walked me home!” You give her a thumbs up and she nods, smiling one last time. She goes into her room and once the door clicks, you let out a loud sigh. 

You tiredly make your way towards your own room. Before unlocking the door, you take your phone out and go to your messages.

a/n: sad megan but reader makes it all better <333 lmk what you guys think! also u haven't seen it already, i posted a sophia x reader fic yesterday if you're interested :)

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— ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ MAMMA MIA ⋆౨ৎ˚ .ᐟ SOPHIA LAFORTEZA

❝𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐀, 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈 𝐆𝐎 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍

𝐌𝐘, 𝐌𝐘, 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔?❞

there’s always been one rule in the group: don’t bring up y/n. no one really knows why, but it’s clear sophia would rather leave her ex-best friend in the past. once inseparable, their friendship dissolved after a summer camp that no one talks about, and y/n vanished, moving god-knows-where without so much as a goodbye. some say it was a fight. others say it was something more. only sophia knows the truth—or maybe not even she does. now, as the third year at dream academy begins, sophia is blindsided by y/n's unexpected return. gone is the familiar, easygoing childhood bestfriend she remembers. in her place is someone sharper, colder, and—unfortunately for sophia—hotter than ever. (who gave her the permission to look so fine?)

tags .ᐟ smau, crack, fluff, awkward idiots, grumpy x sunshine (or at least my attempt to), childhood bestfriends to lovers, theatre children, coarse language, suggestive themes, nonceleb! au, university au!, sexual jokes, kys nd die jokes, mentions of substances, my writing

featuring .ᐟ katseye, p1harmony, ive, le sserafim and etc

pairing .ᐟ sophia laforteza x female reader

status .ᐟ ongoing

notes .ᐟ this smau was made for fun and entertainment. it is not an actual portrayal of the people mentioned in this smau, nor are the photos used to portray y/n. ignore timestamps. dream academy is a performing arts university. divider cred: @/adornedwithlight. TAGLIST CLOSED.

❝𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐀, 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍?

𝐌𝐘, 𝐌𝐘, 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐈’𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔?❞

PROFILES

rock, paper, 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 (and keeho) — mommy day care

01. oomfchella @ school

02. dire omen

03. livin la vida loca

04. tying the noose as we speak

05. lore

06. just like old times

07. extracurricular

08. for evermore

09. best friend of the year

10. casting

11. square up

12. a b c d e f g

13. love finds a way

14. petty

15. nonchalant mfs

16. getting somewhere

17. shady ahh tweet

18. concerned

19. easy to draw

20. u look like u hump trees

21. cry to ur homeboys

22. cool cover!

23. for free

24. onto sumn

25. I WILL NOT BE SILENCED

26. tom holland

more in progress!

™ CINNAMANZ 2025

— please do not repost, copy, translate, or take from my work in any way without permission. thank you! xx

[nakylvr]

so cute :(

Need some fluff with Sophia. Like maybe y/n and her are baking or cooking together just having a nice quiet moment in their apartment. Maybe it can get a lil suggestive too who knows I’ll let you take the wheel :)

a/n - This took a while, but I WAS SO EXCITED! My first request, HELLO? Here you go, and thanks for requesting, anon! This is far from nice and quiet moment but-

The Sweetest Mess

Between you and Sophia, both of you know she's the better cook and baker. But just like many others, TikTok got into your head, making you believe it was finally your time to shine and showcase your hidden talent. Hence, what led to a messy kitchen, a face smeared with flour, and enough evidence to prove that your surprise plan had officially failed. And the timing couldn't have been worse when Sophia walked into the house right as the mixer went crazy. Truth be told, she was indeed surprised.

"Y/N? ARE YOU OKAY?" Sophia screamed while rushing into the kitchen, only to find her beloved girlfriend fighting for her life, desperately trying to yank the mixer's plug out. Thankfully, she won the battle.

Y/N knew she was doomed. The plan was to surprise Sophia with a simple Oreo cake recipe she had saved from TikTok, not to nearly burn their kitchen down.

"This is not what it looks like," Y/N said quickly, trying to save herself from the dark-haired beauty, who was anything but pleased to see her kitchen looking less like a kitchen and more like a crime scene.

Letting out a sigh, Sophia stepped closer. "Explain."

"I know how much you love Oreos, the cookies, so I tried making an Oreo cake based on a TikTok recipe. Everything was fine, but then the mixer went crazy, and suddenly the kitchen ended up like this." Y/N explained quickly, her voice wavering. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. She knew Sophia had a long day, and the least she could've done was prepare a cake for her, not make her day worse.

Sophia softened. The surprise may have failed, but knowing how disappointed the love of her life was, she pulled Y/N into a warm embrace, whispering, "Thank you," hoping it would make her feel better. Then, cupping Y/N’s flour-covered face in her hands, she smiled.

"Alright, you’re done mixing the ingredients, right? What should we do next?" she asked gently.

Y/N blinked up at her in surprise before a bright grin stretched across her lips.

"Next is..." She paused mid-sentence, glancing around at the mess. Reality hit her like a brick. The dough was everywhere. There was no next step, not unless they wanted to bake with ingredients scraped off the counter.

Sophia noticed immediately. After living together for over two years, she could read Y/N’s expressions like an open book. And right now, she looked like a kicked puppy.

Chuckling, Sophia gently wiped some flour off Y/N’s face and said, "Tell you what, let’s start from the beginning. You can teach me how to bake an Oreo cake."

Y/N’s eyes lit up, and before Sophia could react, she was pulled into the tightest hug she had ever received.

Safe to say, Y/N gladly accepted the invitation.

An hour later, after an exhausting kitchen cleanup and a well-earned shower, Y/N finally rushed back to the kitchen just as the oven let out a sharp Ting! signaling the cake was ready.

Sophia was already at the counter, slicing into the dessert. She took a bite, eyes lighting up with genuine surprise.

“This is good,” she praised, licking a stray crumb off her thumb.

“I told you it’d be tasty,” Y/N said, voice slightly muffled as she stuffed a bite into her mouth, completely unaware of the crumbs decorating her lips.

Sophia noticed. And in one smooth motion, she reached over, swiping a thumb across Y/N’s lips before slipping it into her mouth, licking the crumbs off with a smirk.

Safe to say, Y/N went speechless.

Sophia was always the cook in their relationship, and Y/N had always been the tease. But this? This was new.

Sophia leaned in slightly, her gaze lingering. “This is good too,” she murmured, her smirk widening.

Y/N swallowed, and it wasn’t because of the cake.