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The restaurant is loud in the way only small local places can be.
Music hums from overhead speakers, plates clatter somewhere behind the counter, and conversations blend together into a constant buzz. It’s nothing fancy—just somewhere close to the practice studio where all seven of you can finally sit down and eat after a long day.
You barely make it through the door before everyone starts claiming seats.
“Booth!” Lara announces dramatically, already heading toward the biggest one she can find.
The rest of the girls follow behind her, laughing.
You slide into one side of the booth, grateful to finally be off your feet.
Before you can even settle properly, Daniela drops into the seat beside you.
Naturally.
Like there’s nowhere else she would’ve sat.
You smile to yourself as she immediately leans into your side.
“Move,” she says.
You blink.
“What?”
“You’re taking up my space.”
You stare at her.
“Your space?”
Daniela nods seriously.
“Yeah.”
Then she proceeds to rest half her weight against you.
Across the table, Megan snorts into her drink.
“You literally sat next to her.”
“And?” Daniela asks.
“And now you’re acting like she’s invading your personal bubble.”
Daniela shrugs.
“She is.”
Sophia shakes her head.
Lara groans.
“Please. I just sat down.”
The table erupts into laughter.
You can feel Daniela smiling against your shoulder.
It’s comfortable.
Easy.
The kind of thing that stopped feeling new a long time ago.
Menus are passed around. Drinks are ordered.
Everyone talks over one another, bouncing between stories from practice and random topics that make absolutely no sense outside your group.
At some point, your food arrives.
At some point, Daniela decides your fries look better than hers.
You catch her hand reaching across your plate.
“Daniela.”
“No.”
“You haven’t even taken one yet.”
“No.”
You try to pull the basket away.
She steals two anyway.
“Thief.”
“Sharing is caring.”
“That’s not sharing.”
“It is when I do it.”
Megan nearly chokes laughing.
Even Yoonchae is smiling.
Nobody comments on it.
Nobody teases.
Because this is normal.
Daniela stealing your food.
Your knee pressed against hers beneath the table.
The absent-minded way she reaches for your hand while listening to Sophia talk.
It’s all become so routine that nobody pays attention anymore.
You don’t either.
You just sit there, surrounded by your members, listening to the chaos around the table while Daniela leans against your side like she belongs there.
Like she always has.
Like she always will.
The conversation flows easily around the table.
Lara is in the middle of telling some ridiculous story from practice, complete with dramatic hand gestures and exaggerated impressions. Manon keeps interrupting to correct details, which only makes everyone laugh harder.
You barely get a word in.
Not that you mind.
Watching the chaos is entertaining enough.
The waiter returns a few minutes later to check on the table.
He’s around your age, maybe a little older.
Friendly.
Easygoing.
The kind of person who talks to customers like he’s known them for years.
“Everything good?” he asks.
A chorus of nods answers him.
“Perfect.”
He starts collecting empty baskets and used napkins from the edge of the table.
Then he glances toward Daniela.
For a second, you think he’s about to ask if she needs a refill.
Instead, he smiles.
“So, random question.”
The table quiets slightly.
Daniela looks up.
“Hm?”
The waiter scratches the back of his neck.
“You single?”
Silence.
Not actual silence.
Nobody stops breathing.
Nobody drops a fork.
But suddenly every member at the table is paying attention.
You see Lara’s eyes widen.
Megan immediately looks away, trying—and failing—to hide her grin.
Sophia presses her lips together.
Manon nearly chokes on her drink.
The collective reaction is practically written across their faces.
Bro.
Seriously?
At work?
Right in front of everybody?
Daniela lets out a surprised laugh.
Clearly caught off guard.
“What?”
“You know,” the waiter says, smiling sheepishly. “Just thought I’d ask.”
The girls are trying so hard not to react.
Trying.
And failing.
You have to bite back a laugh yourself.
Then Daniela pauses.
Just for a second.
A tiny one.
Barely noticeable.
But you notice it.
Because it’s Daniela.
Because you know her.
Because you know the difference between when she’s thinking and when she’s not.
Her eyes flicker.
Just briefly.
Like her brain is sorting through something.
One second.
Maybe less.
Then she laughs again.
“No.”
The answer comes easily enough.
“Definitely not.”
The waiter immediately raises his hands.
“Okay, okay. Had to shoot my shot.”
The entire table bursts into laughter.
“Oh my God,” Lara groans.
Manon drops her head onto the table.
Sophia is openly smiling now.
Even Daniela is laughing.
The waiter shakes his head dramatically before walking away.
“Enjoy your food.”
The moment passes almost instantly.
Conversation picks right back up.
Lara starts talking again.
Megan makes another joke.
Daniela reaches over and steals another fry from your basket.
Normal.
Everything is normal.
Nobody makes a big deal out of it.
Nobody even mentions it.
But as the conversation continues around you, your attention drifts.
Back to that moment.
Back to that tiny pause.
That brief hesitation before her answer.
You stare down at your drink.
No.
The answer itself had been easy.
Immediate, even.
So why does that split second keep replaying in your head?
Why does it feel louder every time you remember it?
You glance over at Daniela.
She’s smiling at something Sophia is saying, completely relaxed.
Completely unaware.
And you force yourself to smile too.
Because it was probably nothing.
Right?
Just a second.
A meaningless little pause.
Nothing worth thinking about.
Nothing worth remembering.
Yet somehow, you can’t stop remembering it anyway.
You tell yourself it’s fine.
Because objectively, it is.
Daniela said no.
Daniela literally said she wasn’t single.
End of story.
So why are you still thinking about it?
The conversation around the table continues like nothing happened.
Because nothing did happen.
Manon is talking about an upcoming schedule.
Lara is arguing with Megan over something completely ridiculous.
Yoonchae is quietly eating while occasionally laughing at everyone else.
Everything is normal.
Daniela is normal.
She reaches for your hand beneath the table without even looking.
Her fingers find yours automatically.
Like muscle memory.
Like breathing.
You squeeze her hand back.
She squeezes yours once before returning her attention to the conversation.
Normal.
A few minutes later, she steals another fry.
You glare.
She grins.
Normal.
When she laughs too hard at something Megan says, she ends up leaning against your shoulder.
Normal.
Everything is normal.
So why can’t you stop thinking about it?
The pause.
Just one second.
Maybe less.
A tiny hesitation that nobody else seemed to care about.
You glance over at Daniela.
She’s smiling.
Relaxed.
Completely unaware of the argument currently happening inside your head.
Your stomach twists.
If the answer was easy, why did she hesitate?
The thought appears before you can stop it.
You immediately try to push it away.
Because that’s ridiculous.
Because you know Daniela.
Because she literally said no.
But the question comes back anyway.
Why did she need to think about it?
Maybe she was surprised.
Maybe she was caught off guard.
Your thoughts derail.
Was she deciding whether to tell him?
The idea makes your chest tighten.
No.
That wasn’t fair.
You know it wasn’t.
Still, your brain keeps going.
Was she deciding if I counted?
You stare down at the table.
The noise around you suddenly feels farther away.
Was she embarrassed?
The thought hurts more than you’d like to admit.
Not because Daniela had done anything wrong.
Not because she had actually said anything hurtful.
But because now that the possibility exists, you can’t stop imagining it.
You remember the way her eyes flickered.
The way she paused.
The way her expression shifted for that brief second before answering.
The memory replays.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Each time your brain fills in a different explanation.
None of them good.
You hate that you’re doing this.
Hate that you’re dissecting a moment that lasted less than a second.
Hate that you’re letting it get to you.
Especially because Daniela is still sitting right beside you.
Still holding your hand.
Still stealing food from your plate.
Still looking at you the same way she always does.
Nothing has changed.
Except now every time you look at her, that pause echoes in the back of your mind.
Small.
Insignificant.
And somehow impossible to ignore.
You laugh at one of Lara’s jokes a second too late.
Daniela glances over.
“You okay?”
The question is casual.
Simple.
You force a smile.
“Yeah.”
And maybe that’s the worst part.
Because for a moment, you almost believe yourself.
—
By the time the seven of you get back to the dorm, you’ve almost convinced yourself you’re over it.
Almost.
The ride home had been normal.
Practice footage.
Random TikToks.
Daniela’s hand finding yours whenever she could.
Normal.
Everything had been normal.
So normal, in fact, that you start wondering if maybe you’re being ridiculous.
Maybe you imagined the whole thing.
Maybe you’re making a problem out of absolutely nothing.
That thought follows you through dinner, through showers, through the rest of the evening.
Until eventually everyone begins retreating to their rooms.
The dorm settles into a quieter rhythm.
Doors closing.
Showers running.
The occasional laugh echoing down the hallway.
You and Daniela end up in her room.
Or your room.
Honestly, at this point neither of you know anymore.
You technically have separate beds.
Separate rooms.
But somewhere along the way that stopped mattering.
Most nights ended the same.
Together.
Tonight should’ve been no different.
Daniela is sitting against the headboard scrolling through her phone when you climb into bed beside her.
Usually you’d immediately steal half the blanket.
Usually you’d complain that she’s taking up too much space.
Usually she’d complain right back.
Instead, you settle down quietly.
A little farther away than normal.
Not much.
Just enough.
Daniela doesn’t notice at first.
She’s too focused on whatever video Sophia sent the group chat.
But after a few minutes—she does.
You feel it before you see it.
The way her attention shifts.
The way her eyes linger.
You keep staring at your phone.
Pretending not to notice.
A minute passes.
Then another.
Then Daniela scoots closer.
Instinctively.
Like she always does.
Usually you’d meet her halfway.
Tonight you don’t.
The silence stretches.
You can practically hear the gears turning in her head.
Then:
“Okay.”
Uh oh.
You already know that tone.
You lower your phone slightly.
Daniela is staring at you now.
Completely unconvinced.
“What?”
“What’s wrong?”
You answer immediately.
Too immediately.
“Nothing.”
Daniela snorts.
Actually snorts.
Then she tosses her phone onto the nightstand.
“Liar.”
You roll your eyes.
“I’m serious.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Daniela—”
“You’ve been weird for hours.”
You look away.
Immediately confirming her point.
“See?”
You groan.
“That proves nothing.”
“It proves everything.”
She shifts closer again until your knees are touching beneath the blanket.
Normally the contact would make you smile.
Tonight it just makes your stomach twist.
Daniela notices that too.
And suddenly she isn’t teasing anymore.
The amusement fades from her face.
Replaced by concern.
Real concern.
Her voice softens.
“Baby.”
You hate when she uses that voice.
Because it always makes it harder to dodge the question.
Daniela reaches for your hand.
When you let her take it, her thumb brushes across your knuckles.
Gentle.
Patient.
Waiting.
“What happened?”
You stare at your intertwined fingers.
Part of you wants to tell her.
The other part thinks you’re being ridiculous.
Because how do you explain that one tiny pause has been haunting you all day?
How do you admit you’ve spent hours overthinking something she probably forgot five minutes later?
The silence grows.
And Daniela’s expression slowly changes.
The concern remains.
But now there’s something else there too.
Recognition.
Like she’s running through the day in her head.
Trying to find the moment everything shifted.
Trying to figure out what she missed.
And judging by the way her eyes narrow slightly—she’s getting closer.
The room feels smaller than it did five minutes ago.
Maybe it’s because Daniela is looking at you like that.
You keep your eyes fixed on your hands.
Anywhere but her.
Because now that you’re here, now that she’s asking, suddenly it sounds ridiculous.
It’s been bothering you for hours.
Hours.
And for what?
A pause.
One second.
Maybe less.
The longer you stay quiet, the more Daniela studies your face.
Then something clicks.
You see it happen.
The moment her expression changes.
Subtle.
But there.
And somehow that makes your stomach drop.
Because she knows.
Before you even say it.
Daniela already knows.
“Baby?”
Her voice is softer now.
Careful.
You swallow.
“The waiter.”
The words come out quieter than you intended.
For a second, neither of you move.
Then Daniela freezes.
Completely.
And somehow that feels worse than if she’d looked confused.
Because she recognized it instantly.
No questions.
No hesitation.
No which waiter?
She knows exactly what you’re talking about.
Which means she noticed it too.
Your chest tightens.
Daniela closes her eyes briefly.
Almost like she’s already figured out where this is going.
“Oh.”
Just one word.
But it tells you everything.
The room falls silent.
You hate this.
You hate how embarrassed you feel.
You hate how childish it sounds now that it’s actually leaving your mouth.
You’ve spent the entire day arguing with yourself.
Telling yourself to get over it.
Telling yourself it wasn’t a big deal.
And yet here you are.
Still thinking about it.
Still hurt.
Still wondering.
Daniela waits.
Giving you room to say what you need to say.
Even if it’s uncomfortable.
Even if it’s messy.
Finally, you force yourself to look at her.
“You hesitated.”
The words barely rise above a whisper.
Silence.
Daniela’s face falls.
Not dramatically.
Not guiltily.
Just…sad.
Like she’s finally seeing the picture you’ve been staring at all day.
And she doesn’t like it.
Your gaze drops again.
Immediately.
Because now that you’ve said it out loud, it sounds even worse.
You laugh softly.
A humorless little thing.
“I know it’s stupid.”
“It’s not stupid.”
“It kind of is.”
“Y/N.”
You shake your head.
“No, seriously.”
Your voice cracks slightly.
Not enough to cry.
Just enough to annoy you.
“It was just one second.”
Daniela stays quiet.
Listening.
Which somehow makes it easier to keep talking.
And harder at the same time.
“It shouldn’t even matter.”
You stare down at the blanket gathered in your lap.
“But I keep thinking about it.”
The confession hangs between you.
Heavy.
Honest.
You hadn’t planned on saying this much.
But now that you’ve started, you can’t stop.
“If the answer was easy…” You swallow. “Why did you have to think about it?”
Daniela’s eyes immediately soften.
Which somehow hurts more.
Because now she knows.
Now she knows exactly where your brain went.
You laugh again.
Bitter this time.
“See? It sounds dumb.”
“It doesn’t.”
“It does.”
Your throat feels tight.
“I know you said no.”
You glance at her.
“I know that.”
Daniela nods immediately.
“I know.”
“I know you did.”
The room is so quiet you can hear the air conditioner humming somewhere in the background.
You look away again.
Because the next part is the part you’re most embarrassed to admit.
The part you’ve been avoiding all day.
The part that’s been replaying in your head over and over.
“At first I thought maybe you were surprised.”
Daniela doesn’t interrupt.
“Then I thought maybe you were trying to decide if you wanted to tell him.”
The words leave your mouth before you can stop them.
You hate them immediately.
Daniela’s expression crumples.
Not hurt.
Heartbroken.
Like she wishes she could reach back in time and stop this before it ever happened.
“And then—”
You stop.
Because saying it out loud makes it real.
Daniela’s hand tightens around yours.
Not enough to stop you.
Just enough to remind you she’s there.
Waiting.
When you finally speak again, your voice is barely audible.
“I started wondering if you were deciding whether I counted.”
The words sit in the room between you.
Raw.
Ugly.
Vulnerable.
You immediately wish you could take them back.
Daniela’s face falls completely.
And in that moment, you realize she finally understands.
Not just what happened at the restaurant.
Not just why you’ve been quiet all night.
She understands what you’ve spent the last several hours convincing yourself of.
What you’ve been carrying around since lunch.
The fear underneath all of it.
The fear that for one second—one tiny, awful second—she had to think about choosing you.
And judging by the look on Daniela’s face, that’s the last thing she ever wanted you to believe.
For a moment, neither of you speak.
The words linger in the air.
I started wondering if you were deciding whether I counted.
The second the sentence leaves your mouth, you want to take it back.
Not because it isn’t true.
But because hearing it out loud makes it sound so much worse than it did inside your head.
Daniela stares at you.
Completely still.
Then her expression softens.
Not with frustration.
Not with annoyance.
Just sadness.
“Baby.”
Her voice is quiet.
Gentle.
You can’t bring yourself to look at her.
“That’s not why I paused.”
You stare down at your lap.
The blanket twists between your fingers.
“Then why?”
The question comes out smaller than you intended.
Not accusatory.
Just tired.
Daniela shifts closer.
Close enough that your shoulders brush.
Close enough that you can feel her presence beside you.
She doesn’t rush to answer.
Doesn’t try to brush it off.
Doesn’t tell you you’re overthinking.
And honestly, that alone makes something in your chest loosen.
Because she’s taking it seriously.
Taking you seriously.
Even if the whole thing started with a one-second pause.
“I was caught off guard.”
You nod slightly.
That makes sense.
But not enough.
Daniela must see it on your face because she continues.
“I wasn’t thinking about whether I was single.”
You finally glance up.
Her eyes meet yours immediately.
Steady.
Certain.
“I wasn’t thinking about you.”
The second she says it, her eyes widen.
“Wait, that came out wrong.”
Despite everything, you almost laugh.
Daniela groans.
“You know what I mean.”
A tiny smile threatens to appear.
Only for a second.
Daniela notices.
Good.
Maybe that’s why her shoulders relax a little.
She takes your hand again.
Holding it carefully between both of hers.
“When he asked, my first thought wasn’t about my relationship status.”
She pauses.
Choosing her words carefully.
“Honestly?”
You wait.
Daniela sighs.
“I was trying to decide how much of my business a complete stranger gets to know.”
She continues before you can respond.
“Because if I say I have a girlfriend, that’s different.”
Your eyebrows pull together.
Daniela shrugs slightly.
“You know how people are.”
Unfortunately, you do.
You know exactly what she means.
The headlines.
The speculation.
The clips.
The comments.
The way one casual sentence can somehow become everyone’s discussion topic for the next week.
Daniela leans back against the headboard.
Still holding your hand.
“I was wondering if I wanted to deal with that.”
Her voice remains calm.
Matter-of-fact.
Not angry.
Just honest.
“I was wondering if I wanted to answer at all.”
You think back to lunch.
To the way she’d looked surprised.
To that tiny flicker in her eyes.
“I wasn’t sitting there deciding if I wanted you.”
The statement is immediate.
Firm.
Like she needs you to hear it.
Really hear it.
Your gaze drops.
Daniela squeezes your hand.
“Baby, look at me.”
Slowly, you do.
Her expression softens again the second your eyes meet.
“The answer wasn’t what I was thinking about.”
Daniela’s thumb brushes across your knuckles.
“The answer was easy.”
Something in your chest cracks.
Not painfully.
Like tension finally giving way.
Like a knot that’s been pulled tight all day finally starting to unravel.
Daniela shakes her head slightly.
“If he’d asked me what I wanted to order, I probably would’ve paused longer.”
A reluctant laugh escapes you.
Daniela immediately points.
“There she is.”
You roll your eyes.
But this time there’s no real weight behind it.
No ache.
No twisting uncertainty.
Just the lingering embarrassment of having spent an entire day torturing yourself over something that suddenly feels so much smaller.
Daniela notices the shift immediately.
The way your shoulders aren’t quite as tense.
The way you’re finally looking at her again.
And she smiles.
Like she’s just happy you’re letting her explain.
Happy that you’re letting her in.
Because if there’s one thing Daniela has made clear tonight, it’s that she never wants you sitting alone with those fears when she’d much rather be there to answer them herself.
For a second, neither of you say anything.
Then you laugh.
A real laugh this time.
Not because any of this is particularly funny.
Mostly because you’ve spent the last several hours making yourself miserable over something that now feels embarrassingly small.
Daniela squints at you.
“What?”
You shake your head, still laughing.
“Nothing.”
“Y/N.”
You hide your face in your hands.
Immediately, Daniela knows.
“Oh my God.”
“No.”
“Oh my God.”
“Don’t.”
“You really thought I was sitting there debating whether I wanted you?”
You groan.
“Can we not do this?”
Daniela stares.
Actually stares.
Then points at you.
“You did.”
You bury your face in a pillow.
“For like six hours.”
The room goes silent.
Then
“Six HOURS?”
You laugh again.
Daniela falls back against the headboard dramatically.
“That’s a full work shift.”
“It’s not my fault.”
“It is entirely your fault.”
You throw a pillow at her.
She catches it.
Unfortunately.
Somewhere down the hall, a voice yells:
“ARE THEY DONE BEING SAD?”
Megan.
Definitely Megan.
You immediately close your eyes.
“No.”
Daniela laughs.
Another voice follows.
This time Lara.
“Tell them I was right.”
“You weren’t right about anything!” you yell back.
A muffled “I WAS CLOSE ENOUGH” echoes through the hallway.
The two of you dissolve into laughter.
Just like that, the last bit of tension disappears.
Daniela nudges your shoulder with hers.
“You know you could’ve just told me earlier.”
You groan.
“I know.”
“Could’ve saved yourself six hours.”
“I know.”
“Could’ve saved me from finding out my girlfriend thinks I secretly hate her.”
“That is not what I said.”
“It kind of was.”
“It was not.”
Daniela gives you a look.
You immediately look away.
“Okay, maybe a little.”
“A little?”
“Be quiet.”
Daniela grins.
The kind of grin that tells you she’s going to bring this up again later.
Probably multiple times.
For weeks.
Maybe months.
You already regret telling her.
Eventually, you shift closer on your own.
No hesitation this time.
No weird distance.
Just settling into the familiar space beside her.
Daniela’s arm slips around your shoulders automatically.
Neither of you mention it.
You don’t have to.
A comfortable silence settles over the room.
Then:
“Next time somebody asks if I’m single, I’m just pointing at you.”
You immediately groan.
“Please don’t.”
“I’m doing it.”
“Daniela.”
“I’m serious.”
“That’s so embarrassing.”
“Seems pretty efficient to me.”
You pull the blanket over your face.
Daniela laughs.
And for the first time since lunch, the memory of that stupid pause doesn’t replay in your head.
Instead, all you can think about is how annoying she is.
Wherein: Y/n's a big fat yearner while Daniela's dense and confused. And for some reason, the songs on the radio always matches what they're currently feeling.
Word Count: 6k
a/n: This is my first time writing a fic so please bear with me if there are any grammatical error.
A typical college student’s routine typically consists of waking up, getting dressed, attending classes, and going straight home. However, Y/n’s routine just has a few steps added into it.
As you walk towards your car, shoulders heavy with the weight of your bag and the failed quiz paper you’d just crumpled and shoved inside, your phone buzzes with a familiar tone. One you specifically set for a certain person, so you know if you can just ignore the call or not.
“Hey! Are your classes done already?” The voice rings out as you get into the driver’s seat. “Just finished. What’s up?” You ask casually, turning the car engine on as it hums to life.
You look around for a bit, adjusting your glasses as you wait for the caller to answer. Cars were slowly driving out of the school campus one by one.
“Break time’s almost near, are you going to come over?”
You look down at your watch flashing the numbers 5:30 pm with a white neon color. Usually around this time, you would stop by a boba tea shop and order 6 drinks for take out, driving to a familiar studio afterwards.
“Dani, you act like I don’t visit you and the girls in the studio almost everyday.” You can hear her giggle at the other end of the line, making your heart melt just a little. After being friends with Daniela for so long, you’ve forgotten when her laugh started to make your heart beat faster instead of it sounding funnier than the joke itself.
You place your phone in the center console and connect it to the speaker, so you could easily talk to her while driving out of your university’s parking lot. “What, can’t a girl miss her best friend?” You accidentally hit on the brakes while backing up, the car suddenly coming to a stop making you jerk backwards to your seat a little.
Daniela Avanzini has always been clear about her sexuality—not just to her fans, but also to you. She’s also been supportive of you ever since you came out to her back in high school because she started noticing your little crush on one of her cheerleader friends.
Similarly, you’ve never had an issue with her sexuality. That was until you started to develop feelings for her during your last year of high school before she auditioned for Dream Academy.
Hearing her call you her best friend had painfully brought you back to the reality that you’re just a college student who fell in love with her annoyingly gorgeous and talented friend.
“I-I. . . Yeah, okay that makes sense,” you forced out a response. “Hey, I’m about to drive. I’ll call you back later,” you say as you begin to drive out of the campus.
“Okay Y/n. Drive safe, I love you!” Daniela says as she ends the call. It was normal for friends to say I love you to each other. What wasn’t normal was the rate at which your heart was beating after hearing her last sentence.
You’re fully aware that she meant it platonically. You just can’t help but hope that one day, she can say it to you romantically.
You switch on the radio, a soft synth flowing through the speakers. You’re not familiar with the song, so you look at the screen and immediately scoff at the title.
Now playing: Damn I Wish I was your Lover by Sophie B. Hawkins
- - -
The guard on duty at the studio sees a familiar car coming towards the gate. After confirming it was you, he gives you a quick nod and lets you in. You’ve been a frequent visitor of the girls, so everyone at the building practically knows you at this point.
Once you’ve parked your car, you grab the tray of drinks sitting in the passenger seat and make your way towards the familiar building. As you come closer to the door, you can already hear Sohey counting to the beat, the squeaks and stomps of shoes on the floor, and the thump of the bass coming from the song blasting through the speakers.
When the door swung slowly, heads turned to see who’s behind it. “Y/N!!” Six voices sing in chorus, but one voice just stands out a little more for you.
Sohey smiles as he watches you get swarmed by the girls. “Alright then, guess it’s time for a break," the choreographer says, shaking his head a little out of amusement. They see the tray of drinks in your hand and immediately get each of their own. After a few "Thank yous!” and “You're the best!” from the other 5 members, you finally get to see the one member you’ve been looking forward to seeing.
“Hey,” you say a little softly.
“Hi,” She says while smiling, showing off the dimples on her cheek you could only dream of kissing.
You hand Daniela her drink, your fingers brushing a little as she takes it from your hand. She gives you a tight hug, careful not to spill the drink on the both of you. “You don’t know how much I badly needed this,” the Latina murmurs by your ear, hugging you tighter—as if it were possible, given how tightly she was already hugging you.
A contented sigh escapes your lips as you lean into the hug, the weight on your shoulder instantly vanishing as it gets replaced by the familiar weight of the curly haired woman’s head.
She breaks the hug first, one hand resting on your left arm, the other hand going up to her mouth as she takes a sip from the cup she was holding. “Hey Y/n, come here! I want to show you something,” Megan shouts from the other side of the room. Besides Daniela, you’ve also gotten to know her band members—with you and Megan forming a bond over memes and gaming.
You give Daniela a small smile as you nod your head in her friend’s direction. You start walking ahead, with another set of feet following behind you. Once you’ve made it next to Megan, you take a seat beside her, and she immediately shows you her phone.
“Have you checked what’s in store on Fortnite today? We have to buy the matching skins!” You let out a laugh, seeing that she wanted the both of you to be Tung Tung Tung Sahur and Ballerina Cappucina. “Can’t we buy another skin?” You scroll through her phone. “What about Joker and Harley?” Her eyebrow raises as her nose scrunches. “Come on dude, that’s so cliche! I would’ve agreed if it was like, Poison Ivy and Harley or something.”
Across from you sat Daniela, who was beside Manon and Lara, who were busy laughing at the TikToks they were watching. She watches as the two of you bicker over what pair of skin is better to buy. She saw how your eyes twinkled despite your eyebrows being furrowed.
How your faces get closer as you both lean forward while laughing.
How your arm is wrapped around Megan’s shoulder, while her head rests on yours.
How her band member and her best friend seem to be getting along well. . . maybe a little too well for her own liking.
She feels something stir in her chest—a flash of annoyance and something else she can’t name. The Latina doesn’t know why she’s feeling like this. What confuses her more is that the thing she’s feeling right now is similar to what she felt when she saw her ex talking to another girl. She quickly brushes the feeling off as an effect from the caffeine in her drink.
The sound of someone clearing their throat catches Y/n’s attention. She shifts her body in front of her, brown eyes looking straight into hers. You tilt your head a little, a small smirk forming on your lips. She rolls her eyes, but you see how the corners of her lips raise subtly.
Megan’s attention seems to dart between the two of you, feeling a slight tension rise. Her eyebrows furrow a little until something clicks— a knowing smile making its way to her face. She knows of your feelings for her fellow band member after accidentally seeing both yours and Daniela’s initials in a heart written in the back of your notebook. You tried to deny it but ultimately told the truth.
“Hey guys," the voice cuts through your little staring contest. “I’m just going to go and check up on Yoonchae and Sophia.” Megan starts to make a move, leaving the Latina and her best friend alone. Daniela immediately occupies the seat beside you, her body automatically pressing up to your side. You wrap your arm on her waist, pulling her in closer to you.
“You okay?”
“Just tired,” she answers quietly, her eyes closing as she lays her head on your chest. Your free hand starts to comb her hair softly. The both of you lay there, blissfully unaware of your surroundings.
“Break’s over! Let's get back to formation,” Katseye’s choreographer says with a loud voice. You hear Daniela groan a little before she reluctantly stands up. You follow suit shortly after, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Guess that’s my cue to leave." You gather your stuff and wave goodbye to the other members. She gives you one quick hug, muttering a “Drive safe" in your ear.
The drive back to your apartment was quiet, the only sound echoing through the car was the music playing on the radio. You stop at a red light, the sound of guitars and drums suddenly filling the space. Curious, you look at the radio’s screen.
Now playing: u+me= <3 by Olivia Rodrigo
You start to grin a little, the title reminding you of the written initials on the back of your notebook—the same one that Megan had accidentally seen. Your head bops to the beat, your fingers drumming on the steering wheel as you wait for the red light to turn green
- - -
The next day was the same. Wake up, attend classes, and pretend to study in advance at the school library. Except this time, your head had dropped on your notes as you drifted off to a slumber and had lost track of time. By the time you woke up, your body suddenly jolted, and your hands immediately reached for your phone. The numbers 7:00pm glowed through your screen, your eyes widening at the notifications beneath it.
6 missed calls and 7 unread texts. All from the same number.
Daniela’s.
“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath. In just a few seconds, you managed to pack all of your things up and quickly make your way to your car. You start to read the messages while walking. You saw a series of “Where are you?,” “Why aren’t you answering?,” and “Are you okay? I’m worried,” texts from the latter. You were busy trying to type a response that you failed to see the girl holding a drink in front of you.
Suddenly, you feel a cold liquid splash on your shirt. You frantically look up, seeing another girl in a similar state.
“Oh my God I’m sorry!”
“Holy shit, I wasn’t looking. I am so sorry!”
Two voices said at the same time. The both of you paused, and then suddenly burst into laughter. You wipe your glasses and take a closer look at the girl you’d just bumped into. Tall, pink hair, black glasses, and whisker dimples by her eyes.
Oh, it’s Stacey.
You both share a few classes together, often being paired up with each other as your last names are close with one another. She also happened to be one of your. . . exes? Well, you guys talked, but ended up deciding to stay friends.
Your phone suddenly rings again, that familiar ringtone echoing through the empty hallway. You look down at your phone, then up at Stacey. “Hey, I’m sorry about your drink. If you have time, I can buy you a new one.” You offer her your handkerchief, which she gratefully accepts. "Hmm," she hums, pretending to think about her answer as she wipes herself. “I’ll think about it," a teasing smile etched on her face. You giggle a little at her antics. “Well, if you’ve made up your mind, I still have the same number.” The both of you greeted each other goodbye and went on your own ways.
You’ve finally made it to your car, your shirt still a little damp as you called back the number previously calling you. Within just one ring, the line connects immediately.
“Oh my fucking gosh Y/n L/n, where the hell were you!” You move your phone away from your ear a little as Daniela’s voice booms through your speaker. “I’ve been calling you for like, a million times! Why weren’t you answering?” You can hear the worry laced in her loud voice. You start your engine and buckle your seatbelt. “I’m sorry Dani, I fell asleep in the library and lost track of time,” You explained softly. You hear a scoff from the other end of the line. “Fine, pick me up here at the studio. I rode with Megan today.” You agreed and she ended the call.
You made a quick stop at Shake Shack before making your way to the studio—a small peace offering for your friend.
A car comes to a halt in front of Daniela, whose arms were crossed on her chest and eyebrows knitted together as if someone had offended her. You step out of your car, jogging a little towards her and grabbing the bag that hung from her shoulder. You opened the door to your passenger seat, carefully guiding her in. You buckle her seatbelt for her and place her bag in the back seat.
Once the both of you had settled, you reached for the paper bag behind you and handed it to her. “I’m sorry,” you smile a little as she takes it from your hand. The both of you waved goodbye to the other girls before driving off.
Daniela takes a fry up to her mouth, the furrow on her eyebrows easing up a little. “I was worried,” she takes a sip of her drink, looking out the window. “I know,” a soft voice blends with the hum of the engine. “It wasn’t just me who was worried,” you take a quick look at her at the same time she turns her head towards you.
“Megan and the others were worried as well,” you hear a slight change of tone and a subtle emphasis on Megan’s name but decided to ignore it. The hand that was previously on the stick shift was suddenly holding Daniela’s. Your thumb brushing the back of her hand, trying to soothe the worried girl.
“I’m sorry for worrying you guys. I was just asleep in the library, I promise,” sincerity evident in your tone. This time, the woman on the passenger seat finally looks at you properly. Her eyes seemingly dart towards your stained and damp shirt. “What happened to your shirt?” She lets go of your hand for a second and reaches for her bag, rummaging through it to find her towel.
You slowly step on the brakes and look down at your shirt for a quick second, suddenly becoming aware of the sticky fabric clinging onto your skin. “I bumped into someone on the way to my car,” you replied as she finally found her towel. “Here,” she offered. “Put it inside your shirt so it doesn't cling to your body,” you grab the towel, doing exactly as she said.
The traffic seemed to take its sweet time, so the both of you just sat there—her chewing on her fries, you listening to the radio.
Now playing: Used to This by Camila Cabello
You look out through the window as you feel the corners of your lips suddenly lifting. Your head moves down and checks on the towel in your shirt, then on the hands that quickly found yours again after closing her bag—as if both your hands were the opposite poles of magnets. And in the back of your mind you hear a small voice, “I could get used to this.”
- - -
“ 5, 6, 7, 8!”
Six girls quickly move in sync—hands flicking in the air, hips snapping from left to right, and shoes squeaking to the beat.
The main dancer’s moves were sharp and focused, but her eyes were a little distracted. Her gaze flickers from the mirror towards the door, waiting for someone to enter.
A few minutes ago, Daniela had seen a small notification—a short “On my way” next to your name—popping up on her phone. Right as the song ended, the door opened, revealing you behind it.
A smile quickly forms on her face but disappears just as fast as it appeared. “Y/N!!" A voice rang out in the room, followed by someone running. She watches as Megan engulfs you in a hug, a large grin etched on your face as you try to balance the tray of drinks in your hand.
“Damn, missed me that much?” Her eyes followed as your other arm wrapped itself around her band member’s waist.
At the way your cheek was laying on top of the latter’s head.
And how sickeningly sweet the both of you look.
“Okay lovebirds, break it up!” Lara teases the both of you, the Latina’s eyebrow shooting up at the sentence. “Am I missing something?” She thinks to herself. “Is she hiding stuff from me?” Another thought crosses her mind.
The both of you let go and you set the drinks on the table. “Shut up Lara,” Megan tells the other girl while you rolled your eyes jokingly. You grab a specific drink and make your way towards a specific someone.
Daniela see’s you making your way to her so she immediately masks the frown on her face into a tight lipped smile. “Hey, got you your usual.” You open your arms and she immediately steps in, leaning her head on your chest.
She closes her eyes and breathes in your scent but instead, an unfamiliar perfume meets her nose. Her head pushed back so fast you could’ve sworn you heard her neck snap.
“Are you wearing a new perfume?” The woman in front of you asks suspiciously. Your head tilts to the side out of confusion. “No, why?” you grab your shirt and give it a whiff.
Oh.
Earlier that day, Stacey had texted you back, asking if your offer still stood. So you took her to a nearby cafe where she hugged you goodbye afterwards. You figured her perfume had rubbed off on you. “I met with a friend earlier,” you answered honestly. Daniela slowly nodded, taking a sip from her drink. “You should change,” she said—no, ordered. “I have an extra shirt in my bag. Go change," she said, pointing to the direction of said bag. You looked at her a little weirdly but didn’t try to fight her. "Yes, ma’am!” You jokingly said in a military-like manner.
You emptied your pocket, placing your phone on the table beside her bag, took the shirt, and went to the bathroom. The Latina went to grab her charger in her bag when she saw your phone light up. She didn’t mean to be nosy, but she couldn’t help read the notification.
Stacey: Hey, thanks for the coffee! I don’t know what I enjoyed more though, the drink or the company ;).
“What the fuck?” she accidentally said out loud. Who’s Stacey and why haven’t you mentioned her to Daniela before? She closed her eyes, trying to recall if you’d told her about this mysterious girl before.
“Woah, Y/n and Stacey are talking again?” A voice disrupts her train of thought. She turns around seeing Megan sipping on her drink as she peeked over her shoulder. “You know Stacey?” Her eyebrows rose up and her mouth dropped a little. How could Megan know and not her—your literal best friend.
And as if on cue, Lara connected her phone to the speaker and randomly chose a playlist on Spotify.
Now playing- Jealous Type by Doja Cat
You opened the bathroom door, suddenly greeted by an upbeat song. “I love this song!” You yell over the loud music and give Lara a high five. The tall figure starts to make her way towards Daniela, clueless about the frustration written on her face. “You know,” you start off, your attention fixed on the shirt you were previously wearing. “Your shirt kind of looks like the shirt I've been looking for a week,” You finally look up, a big grin on your face.
That’s when you saw it. Megan looking a little guilty beside your best friend who looked like she could burst any time now.
“I’m just gonna go. . .” Megan awkwardly starts backing off before running to Yoonchae. You look at Daniela, confusion evident on your face. “What happened?” You start getting closer to her, tucking a loose hair behind her ear. You tried to observe her face, but your eyes zeroed in on her small pout.
Your heart rate rises a little, you can practically hear it in your eardrums. “Damn it,” you thought. She looked so adorable right now you just wanted to kiss her pout away. But you can’t, because you’re supposed to be her best friend.
Daniela swats at your hand that was resting under her ear. “Who’s Stacey? Why does Megan know about her and I don’t,” If she wasn’t mad at you right now, she would definitely laugh at you right now. You looked like you were caught sneaking out of your house in the middle of the night.
You adjusted your glasses and played with the hem of your shirt. “Stacey’s just a friend, I swear!” You gulped a little as Daniela’s frown deepened. “Liar,” she says, putting her hand on her hip. “I didn’t mean to look, but I saw her text. She was practically flirting with you!” You reach for your phone, looking for the text she saw.
“That’s just how she is. She flirts with everyone,” you turned off your phone, placing it inside your pocket. “How does Megan know about her then?” Her foot starts to tap on the floor impatiently. You adjust the neck of your shirt, feeling more intimidated at the Latina’s intense gaze. “She’s played Fortnite with us before,” you calmly say, putting both your hands on her shoulder.
She looks down, avoiding eye contact. You tried to catch her gaze but she seemed to really not want to meet your eyes.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” You gently grab her chin and tilt her upwards. Her eyes finally looked at you, and you saw the slight gloss to it. Your heart breaks a little at the sight, immediately pulling her in. “Is Megan your new best friend?” her voice was so quiet it could almost pass as a whisper.
“This was it, right?” Daniela thought. “The weird feeling that’s been bugging me. I just don’t want Y/n to replace me, right? Yeah, that's it.” Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, trying to make sense of what she’s been feeling lately.
You held the sides of her head gently, pulling her out of her mind. Your thumb starts to caress her cheeks as a way to soothe her. “No, Dani. Of course not,” your thumb quickly wiping away the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. “You’ll always be my…”
My love,
My one and only.
“. . . my best friend,” you force a smile on your face, knowing that you want her to be more than that.
Another song plays from the playlist Lara chose.
Now playing: I Wanna be your Girlfriend by Girl in Red
The both of you stare at each other for a second, and you see the way Daniela's mouth open and close—trying to form words but failing.
“Alright, back to formation!”
The two of you got surprised at the sudden interruption, both your arms leaving each others’ side out of reflex. “Guess that’s my cue to leave,” your voice a little weak as you fixed your stuff. She started fixing herself before joining the other girls. You gave them all a wave goodbye and closed the door.
- - -
That night you couldn’t sleep. You kept tossing and turning in your bed, fluffing your pillows, listening to white noise—nothing. You gave up all efforts and decided to get up and drive around. You grabbed your phone, keys, wallet, and a jacket then headed out.
You parked your car in front of a 7/11 and locked the doors. You entered the store, the guy at the cashier nodding at you. There were different selections on the shelves, ‘til you decided on just grabbing a pack of gummies and a can of Mountain Dew. You would’ve gotten a beer, but you’re not really fond of the idea of drinking and driving.
The guy at the front rings your stuff. “That’ll be a dollar and 15 cents.” You raised your eyebrows at the cheap price. The cashier seems to catch onto your surprise and says “We’re having a sale today man. Sick right?” You just smiled as a response, paid for your things and headed back to your car. Just as you sit down, you see your phone light up. You frantically reach for it, hoping it was Daniela.
Megan: Hey big guy, I’m sorry for telling Dani about Stacey. I thought she knew.
Your shoulder dropped slightly, a little disappointed that it wasn’t who you wanted. “It’s fine dude, no worries. It’s not your fault,” A small sigh escapes your lips as your finger hits send. You turn on the radio and roll down the windows a little. The crack and sound of fizz fills the air. You take a sip of your drink and you suddenly hear three notes from a piano.
Dun, dun, dun. . .
Now playing: Need you Now by Lady A
“Great, just great!” You laugh at the absurdity of the timing. Just as you started longing for the presence of a certain curly-haired girl, this song plays. You lean your head back on your seat, closing your eyes as you take in the lyrics of the song.
It’s a quarter after one, I’m all alone and I need you now. . .
You look at the time on the corner of your radio screen, exactly 1:15am. “Holy shit, is the universe messing with me or something?” You let out a small amused laugh and take another sip of Mountain Dew. That’s when it hit you.
The total price of your gummies and soda amounting to a dollar and 15 cents,
Need you Now by Lady A suddenly playing,
That specific line from the song playing at exactly a quarter after one or at 1:15am.
“Its a fucking sign from the universe,” you said out loud, rolling your windows back up and starting your engine.
- - -
Inside another room, a soft glow from a phone screen illuminates the space. There lay Daniela in her bed, scrolling through TikTok as she found herself having a hard time falling asleep.
Her thoughts kept bothering her. Why had she acted that way earlier? Why did it bother her so much that you went out with a random girl named Stacey?
And why did you and Megan being that close and being called "Lovebirds" annoy the hell out of her?
It's not like she has the right to stop you from meeting others. In fact, she should’ve been more supportive of you, given that she’s your best friend. But she just can’t imagine you picking up another girl that’s not her.
Hugging someone else the same way you hug her,
Someone else sitting at your passenger seat,
Your hands being intertwined with someone else.
She scrolls to the next video, it's an edit of some random ship to Niki’s “Urs.”
Tryna find where your head is but I'm losing myself in the process. . .
She listens to the lyrics of the song, her finger lightly tapping to the beat on the side of her phone.
. . . But fuck sake I'm already yours. Sad to say I'm already yours, oh.
Her thumb double-taps on the video and scrolls. She suddenly pauses the current video playing on her phone, staring at it for a second before scrolling back to the previous one. There was something about the song that made her scroll back, she just can’t pinpoint it. So she watches it over and over and over again.
Sad to say I’m already yours, oh.
Oh,
Oh.
She suddenly sat up, so fast that she got a little light headed from doing so. Her hand flew over her eyes as it closed, trying to recover from the dizziness she was feeling. Once she felt better, her hand moves from her eyes to her mouth.
“No way,” her voice a little muffled from her hand. She sat there, staring at the wall in front of her trying to process what she'd just realized. That was until she heard the sound of her door bell ring.
Within seconds, her duvet was pulled off her body and she was bolting towards her front door. For some reason, she had a feeling it was you. Hell, she knows it's you. She can’t explain how she knows, she just does.
She opens the door with so much force, it could’ve fallen off its hinges. And there you were, standing behind her front door looking like 10 dogs just chased you down the block.
“Danie–”
“Y/–”
The both of you spoke at the same time, accidentally cutting each other off. You take a deep breath and compose yourself. “Can I come in?” you ask. She steps aside, giving you space to enter.
You went inside, your back facing her. “I’m sorry for coming here unannounced at this time,” you look down at your hand playing with your fingers. “Earlier, at the studio,” your voice cracks a little, trying to find the right words.
“I wasn’t completely honest with what I said.” You finally found the courage to face her. For the first time that night you really looked at her. Her curly hair is a little messy. Her white tank top and blue sleeping shorts make her look simple but breathtaking. And her bare face – gosh, her bare face. She looks so unreal that you just want to kiss her all over her face.
But you can’t, not yet. You step closer to her, taking her hands into yours. “I told you that you will always be my bestfriend—I lied,” your voice, barely above a whisper. “I want you to be mine, Dani.” You look up, trying to stop the tears from falling on your face. “I want you to be mine so badly Daniela, it's insane.” You look back at her, you see tears forming in the corner of her eyes.
“And I know, you probably don’t see me the same,” you let out a short teary laugh. “I know that I’ll only ever be a best friend in your eyes.” A small sniffle echoes through the quiet living room.
“And I accept that I do. Just–”
“Oh my gosh Y/n shut up.”
You stare back at her confused. Then suddenly, you feel a pair of lips on yours. Your body freezes for a second, before you finally process what was happening. You kissed her back, pouring all of your feelings into that kiss. The two of you pulled away for air, your foreheads leaning against each other.
You held onto one another, eyes closed as you savor the moment. “So, does this mean that. . ." Your tone is hesitant. “I like you too, idiot.” Daniela says, teasing you a little. A smile starts to form on your face. “Then does that mean I can kiss you again?” you ask hopefully. “You don’t even have to ask.” The both of you were kissing each other like you’re making up for lost time.
The room was still, except for the two figures standing in the middle. That was until a car with a very loud speaker passed by, a Taylor Swift song making its way inside through the open window in the living room.
Daniela pulled away, giggling as she recognized the song that was playing from the car. “Oh my gosh, was that Mine by Taylor Swift?” You tried to listen to it, then burst out into laughter once you confirmed that it really was Mine by Taylor Swift.
“Well, you know what she says.” You kiss the dimple on her cheek.
“You are the best thing, that’s ever been mine."
- - -
The bed dips as two bodies lay together. Her head was tucked comfortably under your chin, while your hand combs at her hair. You look down and kissed the crown of her head.
"That's so weird," you start. "The songs on the radio have been awfully specific lately." Daniela looks up at you, shifting a little to meet your gaze comfortable. "You're right," she says. "I've been noticing that too." She kisses you again, tasting the remnants of the Mountain Dew you were drinking earlier.
The two of you just lay there, embracing each other and stealing kisses every now and then. "So. . ." Her voice breaking the silence. "Nothing's going on between you and that Stacey?" You shake your head as you say "No, nothing's going on between us." She hums, and you can practically hear the gears turning in her head.
"Then what about you and Megan?" She asks, now resting her head on her hand to look straight at you. "Megan?" You tried to stop a laugh from coming out of your mouth when you saw the seriousness on her face. "I am telling you, there is absolutely nothing going on between us." You lean in and kiss the mole near her eyebrow.
She still doesn't look convinced. "Then why did Lara call you guys lovebirds?" You purse your lips, trying to think of a reason why Lara would say that because to be honest? You also don't know.
"I don't know, we'll have to ask her on that one." You replied. "Let's go to sleep, yeah? We still have to wake up early." The both of you finally tuck yourselves in and drifted off to sleep.
- - -
The next day in Katseye's rehearsal studio, Sophia's phone was connected to the speaker—Ariana Grande's voice accompanying the stretching girls.
Daniela's sat on the floor, stretching her legs while giggling at her phone. From the other side of the room, Lara watches her bandmate, a smirk stretching across her face. She makes her way towards the girl, sitting in front of her.
"Who's got you giggling this early in the morning?" Lara pretends to stretch as she asks the girl the question. The girl in front of her looks up, a blush creeping up to her face. "Just Y/n." Daniela replies, her tone a little shy. The Indian girl hums, her face looking like she knows something.
The curly-haired girl didn't miss the look on her face. "What?" the Latina lets out a small laugh as she asks. "Nothing!" Lara flashed her a playful smile as starts to stretch properly.
Daniela watches Lara stretching, remembering the question she asked Y/n last night. "Hey," she catches the girl's attention. "Why'd you call Megan and Y/n lovebirds?" She asks curiously.
Just then, the current song playing ends and switches to a different one.
Now playing: Obvious by Ariana Grande
"Girl!" Lara says, laughing at the question as if she expected it. "The both of you obviously had feeling on each other." She sits up and looks at Daniela straight in the eyes. "And by the way you reacted, you practically confirmed I was right." She shook her head.
Daniela's face was evident with surprise. "So you were just teasing us?" She asks. "No girl, I was pushing you to realize your feelings." Lara says softly. Daniela leans back, her arms stretching behind her to support her weight. "Guess your plan worked." They both laughed at the situation.
Megan then walked by, scrolling through TikTok on her phone. The sound of Taylor Swift's "Mastermind" followed her as she passed by the girls sitting on the floor.
a/n: That's that! I hope you guys enjoyed this little thing I wrote. It's been brewing in my mind and I just had to write it. Anyways, I kinda had fun writing this and having the songs just click with the situation. I definitely liked how I used Need you Now and Urs as their like eureka moment.
If you're interested, here are the list of songs mentioned in the fic:
1. Damn, I Wish I was your Lover by Sophie B. Hawkins
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summary: Y/N’s been busy working with Sophia to figure out the logistics to an upcoming schedule for Katseye. Dani’s feeling a little neglected from how occupied she’s been and decided to play a little game with her girlfriend
Katseye’s lounge in HYBE was a cluttered, cozy haven, where the speakers were always on softly in the background with Lara’s playlist. The smell of coffee lingered in the air, and posters of their albums and plaques of achievements lined the walls. Y/N sat at the small table in the corner, surrounded by scattered notebooks and a calendar, biting the cap of a pen. Across from her, Sophia, leaned forward listening to the staff explain their plans, a furrow of concentration on her brow.
"We can squeeze in the thank-you video for Spotify on Friday after the Christmas vlog," Sophia suggested, tapping her fingers against the calendar. "But we’ll have to push back the tiktok recordings. Are we good with that?"
Y/N sighed, rubbing her temple. Scanning the dozens of events scribbled down on their group calendar. "I mean, we’re already behind on posting on social media. Pushing back recording again might throw off our momentum and just add more to the load we’ll have next time. Don’t you think?"
Sophia offered a small smile, chuckling at Y/N’s response. "That’s why I’m asking you. You're the planner of the group."
“Oh, yeah? Or are you just being lazy?”
Across the room, Daniela sat on the worn-out couch, scrolling mindlessly through her tiktok feed. But her eyes weren’t exactly trained on her phone, instead, glancing over the top of her phone to glare daggers at Sophia and Y/N laughing. Daniela knew it was for the band, but still, the late-night texts, long conversations, and inside jokes were starting to eat away at her patience. Who did Sophia think she is?
"Hey, Manon," Daniela called out, turning to her roommate, who was fixing her hair on her phone on the other end of the couch. "What are you doing tonight? Want to hang out?"
Manon raised an eyebrow, clearly catching the edge in Daniela’s tone but playing along. "What’d you have in mind?"
Daniela smirked and leaned closer, her voice dropping. "I don’t know, maybe we could Netflix and chill… There’s this new movie that just got on, I heard it’s pretty… hot and heavy.”
Manon knew what Daniela was doing. She did it once in a while whenever she felt jealous. Manon was all for games.
“Oh, yeah?” She smirked, “I’d rather watch something else.”
Y/N’s head snapped up from the calendar at the sound of Daniela’s flirtatious tone. She looked across the room, her eyes narrowing as she saw the way Daniela was leaning toward Manon, her hand brushing against the eldest’s arm.
Sophia noticed the shift in Y/N’s focus and frowned. "Hey, are you listening?"
"Yeah, yeah," Y/N muttered distractedly, her eyes still glued to her girlfriend. She mentally cursed the woman out, knowing Daniela was just playing games. “What’d you say?”
But what Sophia repeated went in one ear and out the other.
Manon glanced between Y/N and Daniela, clearly amused but also slightly uncomfortable. She leant in, brushing the Latina’s hair away from her ear. "If I get in trouble with Y/N for this, you are buying me coffee the next month," she said dryly.
Daniela giggled, brushing her hair back in an exaggerated gesture. "Fine. But at least act like I’m seducing you."
Manon had to resist the urge to grimace before scrunching her nose, bopping Daniela’s with the tip of her finger. “Well, Dani,” she voiced just a tad louder so the room could hear, “If that’s what you want, I’d love to take you… driving.”
“But, Manon… it’s not your car I wanna ride.”
Daniela’s pout was sickening. Manon almost lost the plot, she nearly praised her roommate aloud for her impeccable acting.
Y/N rolled her eyes at her girlfriend’s antics. Daniela was such a brat. Used to her parents spiking her rotten, she always had to have what she wanted. At the start of their relationship, Y/N wasn’t really exposed to just how much of a child Daniela could be. But as time went on, the Latina would whine and beg like there was no tomorrow, and everytime without fail, Y/N would eventually cave and give her what she wanted.
Megan, Yoonchae and Lara sat on the couch opposite Manon and Daniela’s, the three of them falling strangely silent as they glanced between the roommates and the pair sitting with their manager. A show was unfolding indefinitely.
Y/N slammed the pen down on the table, startling both Sophia and Manon. "I’m sorry, Sophia, will you excuse me. Please?"
The leader just nodded, “Yeah, sure?”
She stood, her chair eerily scraping against the floor. She grabbed Daniela’s arm harshly when she strode past the couch, glaring down at a timid Manon as the girls watched.
In the hallway, Y/N grabbed Daniela’s wrist, her grip firm but careful, and dragged her around the corner, out of sight from the others. The door to an empty rehearsal space clicked shut behind them, leaving a charged silence between them.
"What the hell was that, Dani?" Y/N hissed, pressing Daniela against the wall, her eyes blazing.
Daniela smirked, leaning back, her lips curling in defiance. "What? You’re too busy playing manager with Sophia to even notice me, so I figured I’d have a little fun."
"Fun?" Y/N repeated, her voice dropping, dangerously low. Her body leaned closer, her hands on either side of Daniela’s body. "You think flirting with Manon to get a rise outa me is fun?"
"Maybe," Daniela said, her tone teasing, but her breath hitched slightly as Y/N’s face hovered closer. "You jealous, mami?"
"Jealous?" Y/N’s voice was sharp, but her lips curved into a smirk. "Yeah, I’m fucking jealous. You think I like watching my girl parade herself around another woman like a slut?”
Daniela’s playful expression faltered, replaced by a bit of fear. "Well, maybe if you spent a little less time with Sophia and paid me a little more attention, I wouldn’t have to get it this way. You’ve been so busy, we haven’t… y’know, in weeks.”
Y/N chuckled darkly, her hand sliding to Daniela’s hip, gripping it firmly. "Congrats, Dani. You’ve got my attention now."
Daniela swallowed hard, her teasing demeanor melting as Y/N closed the gap between them. Their lips crashed together in a heated kiss, all frustration and passion tangled into one. Daniela’s hands immediately found their way into Y/N’s hair, tugging slightly, earning a low growl in response.
Y/N pressed her body flush against Daniela’s, pinning her firmly against the wall. Her lips trailed down Daniela’s jaw to her neck, biting softly before soothing the spot with a kiss. Daniela gasped, her nails digging into Y/N’s back.
"You’re such a brat," Y/N murmured against Daniela’s skin, her tone both scolding and adoring.
Y/N’s hands roamed lower, sliding under Daniela’s shirt to touch bare skin. Her fingertips brushed against Daniela’s sides, her touch both firm and teasing, drawing a shiver from her.
"Yeah?" Daniela whispered, “What’re you gonna do about it?"
Y/N pulled back just enough to look Daniela in the eyes, her gaze dark and intent. "Remind you exactly who you belong to."
Daniela shivered, her teasing confidence now replaced with eager anticipation. Her hands grappled at the bottom of Y/N’s tank, yanking it upwards. She tugged Y/N closer, her lips brushing against hers as she whispered, "Then stop talking and show me."
Y/N didn’t need any more encouragement. Her hands roamed Daniela’s body, her lips reclaiming hers in a kiss that made Daniela’s knees weak. The tension that had been building for weeks finally exploded, leaving no space for words, only the heat between them.
Inside the rehearsal room, Sophia glanced at Manon, who was scrolling her instagram. "Why must you always encourage Dani’s behaviour?"
Manon shrugged with a sly grin. "It’s fine, Mom. Dani needs to get laid, Y/N needs to relax, I’m helping them out!"
Megan snorted, “Yeah, none of us are sleeping tonight.”
Sophia rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. "At least we don’t have to hear them argue anymore."
Manon laughed. "Oh, girl. You’ll hear more than arguing."
As they walked back into the rehearsal room, Manon and Sophia exchanged knowing looks. Daniela’s hair was messed up, Y/N’s jeans hanging low off her hips. The Latina’s lips were swollen, and her eyes blown wide.
"Worked it out?" Sophia smirked, raising an eyebrow.
"Mhm," Y/N hummed, squeezing Daniela’s hand.
"Good," Sophia said with a grin. "Now let’s figure out this schedule before someone else starts flirting with Manon."
Manon groaned. "Why is it always me?"
“You better hope it’s not you next time,” Y/N glared, “I’ll flush all your make-up down the toilet, don’t test me.”
“like you’re such a fucking angel,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. though, you didn’t bother fighting the grin that spread across your lips at the banter. “drop the saint act, daniela.”
“oh, come on, mami. i’m as pure as they come,” the latina purred, her tongue tracing the corner of her mouth.
she had the phone set on her desk in her room, sporting a pink stussy beanie under the pulled hood of her black zip-up. she sat back into her black swivel chair, her legs spread wide, and a slice of pizza in hand. you sat in manon’s chair beside her, body just out of frame as you leant in close over her shoulder to engage with your eager fans and their comments on live.
“if you’re pure, then i’m the virgin mary.” you whispered, bopping the tip of her nose with your finger.
“you don’t meet the most important requirement to be the ‘virgin’ mary.” she teased. you scoff, shoving her.
she grabbed your wrist lightly, making loud grunts as she fake-gnawed your arm. you squealed, jerking away as daniela let out a loud series of laughter. she had yanked the slice straight from your hand, biting into it. you sat up, clicking your tongue.
user01 not religious but on my knees at this altar
user02 she can be barbie and i can be the box she comes in
user03 “till-” no we’re not stopping this threesome i fear
user04 call me benson goon cuz im taking off my blue jeans
“daniela andrea,” you called sternly. she just stared back with a teasing glint in her eye, smirking. “if you don’t give me back my dinner, i’ll send you up to meet the virgin mary.”
she shrugged, “sorry, mami, you don’t deserve it. you can’t be disrespecting me when you’re eating the pizza i bought.”
you stood, knocking manon’s chair back a couple inches. you shot her a faux look of irritant, scrunching your nose. “well, i’m grabbing another piece of the pizza you bought. you asked me to join you, so i expect some kind of compensation.”
just as you wedged yourself between daniela and her desk, she grabbed your hips roughly, pulling you back and down into her lap. her hand grabbed the underside of your knees, the other supporting the small of your back. she pushed her chair back with her feet, wheeling away from the camera. her name rolled off your tongue like a cursed chain, you grabbed onto her tightly in fear of rolling off her thighs and onto the floor.
daniela quickly stood up, taking advantage of the momentum to throw you on her bed. though, she couldn’t let go quick enough, and her body tumbled into yours. just out of frame.
user05 born to ride or whatever lana del rey said
user06 i’ll have what they’re having… and the pizza too ig
user07 okay guys jokes over who took my clothes
daniela laid atop of you, her arms still around your body as you playfully slapped her back. you groaned, struggling to move from under her. thankfully, the two of you were just conveniently out of frame. “dani--!” you whined, struggling to wrong free from her grasp. “get off, you’re heavy.”
she gasped, sitting up. “i’m not heavy! don’t fat-shame me.”
“maybe stop eating so much pizza, you little--!” you rolled over, grabbing daniela’s pillow and smothering her with it. you hear her scream at the top of her lungs into the fur, before grabbing at your hips anchored over hers.
user08 so y/n’s the type gf to straddle you?? scotty beam me
user09 we used to pray for a ankle reveals i feel so blessed
user10 i just know these two have the craziest sesbian lex
you managed to wriggle away from a laughing daniela. you returned to the desk, leaving the younger panting, lying alone on her bed. you grabbed a new slice from the box, biting into the corner. “anyway--sorry you had to witness that little pause, guys. dani woke up and decided to be a brat today.”
“aye, i leave you alone with the camera for a minute and you’re talking shit about me, mami?” the latina chuckled, setting herself down beside you. she pulled your chair by the armrest, close, and into her embrace as she leant over to bite your slice. “you’re the one messing up my momentum up in here.”
she refused to back away, getting in your personal space like her life depended on it. her head rested on your shoulder for the rest of the live, her hands roaming your midsection as she hugged you from the side. you didn’t seem to notice, or mind, as her fingers dragged across your body like she was writing.
user11 damn gotta pry y/n out of dani’s cold dead hands huh
user12 girl chill ain’t nobody tryna take her from you
user13 y/n got our girl acting up like how good is that strap
user14 i wish someone would put me in my place too
daniela could stare at you for days on end. it was an issue.
she’s seen the edits, she’s seen the tiktoks, but it didn’t matter how many times she told herself she was going to be careful the next interview or the next press event, she just couldn’t. it was almost like she wasn’t physically able to.
setting her up with you for the glossier video was such bullshit. she swore the team was praying on her downfall. this was their doing--can they really blame her when she couldn’t control it?
“good morning, people of america.” you sang, adjusting your headband in the mirror. daniela’s eyes trained on you, and though the camera sat faced away from the mirror, the fans were certain she was watching your reflection. “this is a ‘get ready with me’ with y/n and daniela from katseye.”
she waved to the camera, her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth. “today, we’re showing you our makeup routine.”
“wait, i love the braid band.” you complimented, turning your back towards the latina. she couldn’t keep the smile from creeping on her lips. “that’s so easy, i wish i could do that.”
the video cut to manon and sophia, then the maknae line. it wasn’t long before the two of you were back on screen.
“personally, i love a more glossy look. i used to really enjoy the matte finish back in, like, 2013, when it was all about youtube tutorials and king kylie tumblr girls, y’know?” daniela hummed, watching you spray mario bodescu all over. your cheeks glisten, the mist highlighting your features. she stilled, like she had forgotten she was supposed to be starting her routine as well. “but now, i just think the sweaty look works.”
daniela laughed, “you did not just quote tyla at me.”
“no, but she’s so real for that!” you giggled, fanning your face as the primer set. “honestly, i don’t think i can pull off the matte look the way i did when i was like thirteen. my friends from home still clown me with those pictures.”
“like you could ever look that bad.” daniela rolled her eyes, “didn’t we do that style for the debut concept shoot?”
you glared at her, a small teasing smile on her lips. “okay, didn’t have to call me out like that--aren’t we supposed to start? why am i the only one doing a routine right now?”
one of her hands were around your waist, the other picking up her facial spray. she snuck one last glance at you through the mirror before her hand left your hip, misting her features.
after a few interludes of the others starting off their routine, the two of you were centre of attention again.
“valerie put us on this amazing foundation,” daniela said, holding the bottle up to the camera with a hand behind. she once again, snuck you a look, watching you put it on before she does it herself. “it’s the glossier stretch fluid foundation.”
“yeah, it makes me look like i actually drink water.”
“i know you drink water, mami,” the latina added, putting on her own foundation. “i got you that big owala, remember? i made sure you put that thing to good use. wait, isn’t that--!”
she leant over you, covering the camera with her arm for a brief moment before she pulled back, a large bottle in hand.
“oh, yeah, it’s here. i bring it with me everywhere.” you said.
daniela struck a few poses with it, pouting before handing it to you. as your lips latched around the straw to take a sip, her hand found the small of your back, before she got in close to take a large swig of water as well. “see? drink your water, kids.”
user01 is this a grwm or a third-wheeling campaign
user02 dani acting up again she be all over our girl lmao
user03 ok guys not funny who took my clothes
user04 so did glossier just decide we were third wheeling tdy
“i love this liner. i was asking ariana greenblatt about her lip combo at the barbie premiere afterparty last year, and she put me onto makeup forever.” your body leant in close to the mirror, pressing your lips together. you carefully dragged the tip of the pencil across your lips, but you were struggling to keep the tip within your lips. you sighed in frustration. “fuck, i need to sharpen this thing, it’s not working.”
daniela’s hand left your back, grabbing your pencil. she rummaged through her makeup bag. “here, i have mine.”
when she was done sharpening your pencil, she twirled her finger, and naturally, you turned towards her. your eyes flickered to the floor as her fingers gently grabbed your chin. she pursed her lips, you mirrored her action. she carefully fixed the missed lining, before dragging her thumb across the top of your lip for a cleaner edge. “there we go. isn’t that better?”
you knew it closer to the camera, smiling and tilting your head side to side. “we love a clean liner here.”
“si, mami, me encanta el buen maquillaje,” daniela announced in a sing-song voice. she circled her arms around your neck, burying her nose into your cheek. “y te amo, guapa.”
“yo tambien, te quiero, dani.” you whispered, hugging her hips.
user05 the fact she knows the spanish ilyt is crazy
user06 the way it rolled off her tongue so fast too she knew
user07 oh baby had that answer locked and loaded
“wait, i’ve never tried that one before.” you said, trying to read the label on daniela’s lipgloss. it was a new edition glossier gloss, one you haven’t seen yet. “can i try yours, please?”
she nodded, handing you the tube. you quickly applied it, but in the short couple seconds you were fixing your lips, daniela’s eyes never tore away from your face. she smiled.
“mmh. this isn’t really my colour,” you sighed, setting it down.
“no, no, you look good. you look sexy,” daniela assured, her lips spreading into a wide smile. “
“absolutely the fuck not, that shit looks radioactive.” daniela scoffed, her head pulling back and away from manon’s sandwich. the older pouted, insistent with the way she kept leaning forward. “manon--stop! i don’t consent!”
“come on, it’s not even that bad. just try it!” the ghanaian woman barked back, chasing daniela around the set.
you focused on stacking the ghastly ingredients in between the two flimsy slices. mustard was sliding out, and as you crushed the bread into each other, the tuna juice dribbled all over your fingers. it was beyond disgusting, but somehow, not the grossest thing sitting at the table right then.
user01 danon divorce preachers been real quiet in this live
user02 y/n’s so focused this gg is so unserious
user03 omg not megan force feeding sophia her sandwich
the eldest eventually gave into daniela’s protests, growing tired of chasing the woman around with a plate in her hands.she managed to give yoonchae a tiny bite, as the youngest made a face, diving towards the sink to spit out the disgusting bite.
daniela found her spot beside you, shooting her roommate a disapproving scowl as manon tended to a hacking yoonchae by the sink. the latina rested her chin on your shoulder.
“someone said, ‘i need y/n in my life’.” sophia read off the ipad at the edge of the table. she peered over at you, who was still focused on the sandwich before her. daniela’s arms wrapped around your midsection tightly, she snarled at the main camera. you weren’t fazed, holding up your plate.
“too bad, she’s all mine.” the latina purred, “get your own.”
user04 damn ok girl ain’t nobody tryna square up rn
user05 until she forgets how to speak spanish
user06 don’t know who i want to be more honestly
you picked the sandwich off your plate, holding it up to daniela’s face. the girl instinctively pulled back, but upon seeing your look of excitement, she couldn’t deny the request that followed. “wait, dani, try mine. it’s not that bad.”
though the girl grimaced, and eyed your sandwich like it was radioactive, she didn’t need another beat to move in for a bite.
it was disgusting, gnarly, if you will. but still, daniela persisted. she managed to swallow the bite, but washed the gamy aftertaste down with half a bottle of water. you laughed at her reaction, dusting your hands off before brushing some hair out of her face. she faked a dramatic gag, a hand on her chest.
“jesus christ, it tastes like monkey ass.” she scoffed. you hit her chest lightly, clicking your tongue. “i mean--mmh, yum.”
user07 damn gotta fake it for the wife huh
user08 seven times a day or whatever jhope said
user09 they finna make me hit the ggum emote
“manz, will you come try it?” you pleaded softly, beckoning her over with a wishful pout. “it’s not that bad, i swear.”
manon raised an eyebrow, shaking her head. she dramatically eyed your plate, then back up at your eyes. “don’t play with me, babe, i saw the way daniela just choked to that.”
“no, dani loved it. right, babe?” you grinned, awaiting support.
daniela’s eyes widened immediately, she was about to choke out some lazy reply before she caught the hopeful glint in your eye. it was just too precious to ruin, so she bit back whatever sass she would usually spit. if you were anybody else.
“it wasn’t that bad.” she shrugged, her fingers trapping at your stomach as they found their way under your shirt. “y/n made it, so of course it was good. definitely better than yours.”
“uhm, excuse you?” the eldest scoffed, “you’re biased.”
“i don’t know… if you try it, you won’t think so.” you wiggled the sandwich in your hand, as if enticing manon. still, the older woman didn’t seem to budge from her stance.
“just try her sandwich, manz.” daniela ordered, “come on.”
the eldest groaned, slowly sauntering over before hesitantly leaning in for the tiniest bite she could manage. and though the mixture of ingredients looked atrocious, the taste was meshed awfully well. manon’s eyes narrowed, humming.
“oh my god, that’s actually not bad.” she was promptly pushed out of the way by megan, who pleaded for a taste too.
daniela smiled as you beamed at the members lining up to judge for themselves, front pressed against your back in a tight embrace. the only people who seemed fazed was eyekons.
user10 the fact that this is a normal occurrence
user11 dani fighting invisible demons for her woman rn
user12 “married couple making sandwiches for their kids” ahh
“okay, what’s a rumour you guys want to debunk?” manon read, turning to give you a look. you laid beside her on the bed, picking at your newly filed nails. “y/n? you wanna go?”
you looked off camera at lara, who smirked teasingly between you and daniela, who was eating the kimchi stew she ordered.
“uh--ooh! i saw some tiktoks like clipping that picture of me and dylan at coachella. we are not dating, guys, i’ve known dylan for years, he’s like my brother.” you announced, earning a loud series of hysterical laughter from lara and manon.
if only they knew how many you could’ve chosen from.
at coachella, you spent some time with dylan. it was such good luck katseye and the wallows were set to perform on the same day, because it gave you some quality time to see your friends. but tabloids being tabloids loved taking things out of context, so of course the pictures of you hugging him, or the ones of him with his arm around you as the both of you stand to tyler, the creator’s set, were posted as ‘dating confirmations’.
“oh my god, i remember my sister sending me this tiktok that’s like ‘y/n and dylan’s story’ and it was like clips of them from five years ago.” lara laughed, “she was all like, ‘y/n’s dating the guy from thirteen reasons why?’ it was so stupid and funny.”
you rolled your eyes, sighing deeply. “stop, it was so bad.”
“guys, stop exposing y/n and dylan like that,” manon whined, unable to hold back her smile. “leave the couple alone.”
“guys, dylan has a whole ass girlfriend, don’t get me in shit for something that isn’t true.” you warned, leaning close to the phone. “me and dylan are not dating. we’re not a couple. we’re just really good friends, stop tagging us in the ship edits.”
user01 the fake eyekons are forgetting they’re actual people
user02 yeah they’re both taken guys come on now
user03 dani going quiet rn is so out of character lmao
the latina sauntered around the beds, you felt manon’s bed dip behind you as she curled herself around you. she stuck her legs through your arm propping yourself up, you lay on her instinctively, your arm across her lap as you held your head up. her fingers stroked your hair, as you droned on and on.
“no, ‘cuz i remember you were like on the phone with dylan talking about it after coachella.” manon added, “it was like when… that one article dropped, right?”
you rolled your eyes. “yeah, we were fighting for our life, girl.”
“it was actually such an era. dylan took it like a champ though, props to him.” lara chuckled, “dani? any rumours to debunk?”
it took her a split second to snap out of her daze, you shot her a look from under her. she coughed, clearing her throat.
“no…? nothing’s really coming to mind right now.” she faked a moment of thought, but ended up shaking her head anyways.
user04 girl is sweating rn lmao all eyes on her
user05 she knows she’s lying out her ass right now
user06 address the #dann/n allegations mother
manon, who was reading the comments, had a growing grin on her face. she snapped her head back, and all she needed to do was give daniela one sly smirk, the latina knew exactly what the fans were begging for. “you sure about that, dani?”
she glared at her roommate, who just made a very unsubtle face. you lightly smack manon, the eldest held her hands up.
“god, must you always instigate?” you asked, scowling.
user07 damn she got her wife stepping up for her
user08 she’s so hot guys i can’t do this shit anymore
user09 she said shut down those allegations fr
user10 manon is our strongest dann/n warrior i fear
“--lara!” daniela suddenly raised, her eyes finding the indian singer’s, but her hands still tending to your hair. “what about you, babe. you got any rumours you want to debunk?”
and though the topic of discussion seemed to shift away from you, clips of you and daniela cuddling and being unable to pry yourselves away from each other were a hot topic on weverse and eyekonville. the two of you might not need to verbally debunk anything, because your actions certainly prove the fandom’s speculation may be more than just rumours.
˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆ clip five: [ yt video ] katseye spilling truth on allure
“mami, don’t lie, we know you better than that.”
you were caught right then and there, as if you could ever convince anybody daniela wasn’t the first person you looked for when you entered a room. the girls collectively gave you ‘seriously?’ looks, pinning a spotlight all on you.
“y/n, how are you like when you have a crush?” lara repeated.
you hated answering questions like these. it gave the fans too much power. “uhm… well, i’m not a big physical touch person, but if i like someone, i’ll get really touchy.”
a quick compilation of you only letting daniela anywhere near your personal space was inserted. then a couple clips of you shying away from the other members’ grasp.
“let me tell you, one time, like a long time ago, y/n and i were on a double date. like, we snuck out of my parents’ house and we had a double date, and y/n was so disgusted by the thought of letting him hold her hand, she was like icing her date out the whole time.” lara laughed, “it was so funny, like she was allergic to his hand or something.”
the girls all broke into laughter at the story. they were no stranger to this inside joke, much to daniela’s dismay.
“well…” manon started, peaking at the card in lara’s hand, “the follow up question is, ‘do you have a crush on someone now?”
you fell silent, your cheeks flushing with heat.
sophia wheezed, poking the side of your cheek. you jerked away, trying to hide your smile. “look, y/n’s getting red. aww!”
“can i pass this question?” you asked, “is that an option?”
“no, no, you have the answer the question, that’s the game!” yoonchae yelled, standing from her seat. “spill, or drink!”
daniela was awfully quiet this entire turn. she only stared at you, not even tearing her gaze away for sophia’s shouting or lara’s vicious laughter. she had a small smile on her lips, her piercing eyes trained on your flustered state.
“y/n actually has a crush on our beloved eyekons.” the latina stepped up, you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. “she only has time for our fans, right?”
you grinned, grateful for her rushing to your rescue. “mhm.”
“dani’s helping her answer, it’s not fair!” megan whined.
“aye, no answer is an answer in itself, y’know what i mean?” megan mumbled, “keep your secrets then, y/n.”
daniela’s hand reached for yours under the table, fans zoomed in on the gesture the two of you tried keeping subtle. but of course, by now, you knew nothing escaped your fandom.
how much longer will #dann/n be subtle and secret?
𝒂𝒏; god gabriela era dani is doing sth to me. guys a bet fic is in the works trust the process. chat w me my inbox is open!!
A video taken on your phone set on the dashboard was posted on your Instagram story with the caption, “slamming dani’s car door as a prank i forgot i had in my drafts ;)”. Daniela was on her phone, unaware of your actions as you settled into the passenger seat. In a beanie, sporting a neon green and black soccer jersey (yes the fit from futch line’s recent tiktoks), the blonde beside you finally glanced up, giving the camera a skeptical look before glancing at you.
You tried containing your grin, glancing at Daniela’s eyes--fixed between your sly eyes and knowing smirk--on the screen as you fixed the position of the video so both of you were in it.
“Babe, what’re you doing?” Daniela sighed, “What is this?”
[ yes, dani calls the other girls babe too but this feels different ]
You shrugged, “Nothing, I was tryna check how I looked in my camera.” Your hands shot up to fix your hair, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you kept your giggles in. “You ready to go?”
She nodded, eyebrows still furrowed in thought. She glanced between you and the camera. You grabbed your bag, opening the door as you stepped out. It was obvious she was beginning to question what your phone was set up for, but she didn’t quite get a word in before you weren’t in the car anymore. She set her phone down, poking her head forward to call after you in panic, “Wait, are you just gonna leave your phone here--?”
You slammed the door as hard as you physically could.
Taken aback, Daniela flinched, adjusting the beanie on her head as she did her best to catch your eye through the window. She wagged a finger, gesturing for you to come back into the car with a disapproving glare.
You flung the door open, “What? I thought you were ready.”
“What do you mean, ‘what’? You almost tore my goddamn door off its hinges,” she scolded, motioning for you to get back into the car. You rolled your eyes, putting on your best, bratty persona to sell the prank. You crossed your arm.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you insisted, “Can we please go eat, Dani, I’m hungry.”
“No, woman, get your pretty ass back in here.” she barked.
[ raw--i mean, aww (next question, please) ]
You bit back a smile, which could be seen from the video if you looked the slightest bit closer (which most eyekons did). You got back in her red mustang, sitting nicely. She gave you a look, as if wordlessly scolding you for the little performance. “I know you ain’t throwing me mad attitude right now.”
You groan, “Daniela, I’m hungry. I didn’t even slam the door that hard, I was just getting out the car.”
“Nuh-uh, you damn near broke my baby,” she stroked the steering wheel, “You’re not getting any food until I hear a proper apology from you, mami. We don’t slam doors up in this house, especially not when I’ve so kindly driven you.”
“Dani--I swear,” you giggled, “You love this car more than me.”
“I mean,” she held her hands up, earning a tongue click and playful shove to the shoulder. “I’m joking, but don’t slam the door on me ever again, yeah? I’ll revoke all your passenger princess privileges, don’t test me.”
You pointed at your phone, “Tell the eyekons that.”
For a moment, she didn’t seem to link the two dots together, but when you smirked and winked at your phone, her face fell knowingly. “Oh my--Is this that stupid thing we saw together yesterday? The slamming my boyfriend’s door trend?”
[ they do couple trends together like come on now ]
“Yeah, and you were giving boyfriend there, so it worked out.” You began waving at the camera, which Daniela quickly joined in on after an exaggerated groan. She rested her head on your shoulder, peering at the camera with her big, doe eyes.
When you grabbed your phone, and right before you turned it off, the video was slowed down and rewound so the fans could clearly point out Daniela leaning in, her nose into the hair behind your ears as the phone shook. It wasn’t fully clear, but it was obvious she was either whispering something or kissing you. Her arm around you behind your back.
[ i know this singular video haunts their pr team so bad ]
“Did we all look at the same comment?” Megan chuckled, her cheeky smile apparent to everybody watching at home. As the three of you agreed with her statement, you eyed Daniela’s reaction out of the corner of your eye.
She seemed to be having trouble reminding herself of her pr training. Earlier in the live, she came up behind you whilst you were reading the chat. Her hand initially palmed one side of your waist, her head resting on your shoulder, but immediately slipped away to stand beside you instead when she caught a particular comment calling her out. You didn’t seem to catch the comment, too engrossed in the conversation you were having with D4vd, but she made sure to keep her distance after it. She really didn’t want trouble with the team.
Now, while the four of you made fun of the chat and started talking with the fans about whatever, it was obvious Daniela was much more cautious and guarded with her expressions.
“Not all of us,” Megan giggled, earning a small swat from Lara.
Daniela gulped, catching you staring at her onscreen. She cleared her throat, scanning the comments for anything that would drive the topic away from the one Megan brought up.
You raised an eyebrow, standing your tug at the waistband of your track sweats. D4vd handed you his phone, on a delivery app. “Dani, babe, what do you want from Wingstop?”
She finally glanced at you upon processing the question, “Oh, uh… I’ll take a boneless meal deal.”
That was it. No, “let me see, mami” or “i don’t know, whatever you order, i’ll eat” responses the usual Daniela would shoot back with. And her off energy did not go unnoticed by the chat as well, because soon the comments on their wigs was quickly diverted towards Daniela acting strange strictly to you.
user02 okay hybe scared her straight yall…
user03 oh dani’s SCURRED scurred she’s not risking it
user04 my dann/n heart can’t hybe stop being homophobic
user05 the way y/n’s mood sours with dani’s omg :((
Since she wasn’t the one initiating physical touch or making an effort to keep you comfortable--even though it is her love language, not yours--you decided it would be best if you did.
You strolled over to where she sat in front of the computer, holding the phone down for her as your front grazed her back. Her posture straightened, and you felt her neck tense when your hand slid across her broad shoulders.
“I don’t know where that is, babe, can you pick it?”
[ THE WAY DANI IMMEDIATELY FOLDED SHES SO REAL ]
She cleared her throat, nodding as she took the phone from your hands. Fans noted the way you brushed against the shell of her hand deliberately, your other hand still caressing her nape, fingers creeping up to entangle themselves into the curls hidden beneath her beanie.
“Wait, that looks really good… will you share some with me, Dani? Please?” You pouted, gently grabbing her chin to tilt her head up at you. “I’ll share dessert with you if we go out later.”
[ the look?? suddenly im pregnant and y/n’s my baby daddy ]
Her throat, on display to everybody on the stream from the way you had her head angled up, visibly moved as she sucked in a breath and swallowed her nerves. The corners of her lips quirked upwards, her cheeks flushing the slightest shade of pink. One of her hands instinctively shot up to grab your wrist, guiding it down and away from her face as she glanced down at her screen in attempts to contain the smile you cracked out of her. “Yeah, no need to beg for it, mami.”
user06 i need me a begging futch like y/n this yr please santa
user07 god i’ve seen what you’ve done for others
user08 until the sun comes up. until i need a wheelchair.
user09 nobody talking about dani calling y/n mami???
“Wait, y/n--!” Lara moved off camera to sign something at you. Upon receiving the gesture, you grabbed your own beanie roughly, hopping off screen. Startled, both Megan and Daniela looked at you offscreen as you giggled with Lara.
user10 it was the wig ain’t it
user11 we saw that strand y/n don’t play w us
Once Daniela realized what the little setback was about, she started distracting the chat with something else to draw attention away from you. “Last time I ordered Wingstop, they gave me like four dips for free. I thought I was blessed.”
When you came back onscreen, it was obvious you had adjusted your hat to hide whatever was leaking out from under your beanie. You took a seat beside Daniela, conversing with D4vd and hand casually grabbing at her thigh in support.
She didn’t seem to realize, used to the skinship the two of you were comfortable with.
When the five of you moved to where the Dance Dance Revolution machine was, you and D4vd hopped on for a quick game. two cameras showed you and him bouncing on your toes to the arrows as you laughed. In the foreground, Daniela and Lara were engaging with the fans watching, joking around about the chat’s opinions on their clothing.
“Oh, yeah, yeah, fit check?” She swatted Lara, gesturing for her to do it with her. She quickly unzipped her black hoodie, revealing a tucked Bulls jersey inside, her v-line evident under the hem. You caught a glimpse of the other two’s antics through the camera facing you, you spun, the other, bigger camera catching your startled expression upon seeing Daniela’s exposed abs. You stumbled in your step, messing up whatever rhythm you and D4vd had going on.
user12 real cuz my knees bucked at dani too
user13 ik their pr team hates to see dann/n coming
user14 the way they can’t hide it no matter how hard they try
“Yo, y/n, you good?” D4vd asked, halting his own dance moves to check on you. You waved a hand, nodding with a smile as you tried brushing it off. “I’m fine, just tripped on my pants.”
Megan’s infectious cackle could be heard from behind you, so you spun your head. Her hoodie was half off, leaving an arm in the open. She was leant close towards the fore camera, obviously giggling at the comments made on your mishap. You knew the fans were watching intently, and you knew you were definitely caught in 4k eyeing the Latina.
“Somebody said y/n’s knees are used to responding to futch Dani like that,” Megan announced, followed by her laughter.
Lara began chuckling at the comments as well, coming over to skim the words over Megan’s shoulder. Daniela zipped her jacket back up, glancing back to eye you as D4vd nudged your arm with his elbow. You rolled your eyes, “Oh my God, I tripped on my long ahh pants. Ya’ll wildin’ with these comments.”
You took your hoodie off, revealing the tight camo top you were wearing. You hurled it at Megan, who was straight mocking your poor excuse. Daniela shook her head, standing with D4vd to watch you practically pounce on Megan with flushed cheeks as she teased you for the obvious simping.
[ i need someone to look at me the way dani looks at y/n ]
“Where’s y/n? Girl, ya’ll sick of me already?” Manon scoffed, rolling her eyes. She crossed her arms, sulking jokingly. “Guys, y/n’s not all ‘at, she doesn’t love ya’ll the way I do.”
[ she’s so whiney bratty girlfriend she’s my spirit animal ]
“No, I’m just kidding. y/n’s not here right now, she’s out with Dani. Usually on Fridays, those two have this weird weekly thing they do, I’m not even entirely sure what it is.” Manon explained, “They leave straight from work to go do whatever, she won’t be back for at least another couple hours.”
user01 dann/n date, i repeat, DANN/N DATE
user02 manon’s their love child fs she’s a child of marriage
user03 this just healed the dann/n shipper in me
user04 manon try not to get fired challenge part 9283663
“Wait, am I not supposed to talk about that?” Manon slapped a hand over her mouth, “Oh f--Damn it, they’re gonna kill me.” She held a finger up to her lips, making a model face, “None of ya’ll heard that, don’t come for me. HYBE, if you watching this, you didn’t see nothin’.”
user05 ofc manon would be the one who exposes them
user06 manon’s just one of us in disguise i swear
user07 i am not fucking normal about any of this yall too calm
“Nevermind, guys! Daniela and y/n are not doing anything, I am alone in my house right now because everybody is out together,” Manon tried covering up, “Anyway, what’s ‘skib-bi-dee’? Wait, somebody said ‘you’re so sigma’. Is that good? Megan, is being sigma good?” she yelled.
The redhead’s voice, muffled, rang, “Don’t fall for it, Manz.”
“y/n is Dani’s huzz? Megan, what’s ‘huzz’?” Manon called again, but instead of yelling back, Megan popped her head through the doorway after a brief pause.
“I told you to stop falling for those, stop reading those aloud,” Megan scolded, “ain’t nobody have a huzz under this roof.”
user08 megan that’s cap and yk it
user09 no way all seven fine shyts don’t got a huzz
user10 atp i’m much more shocked when they deny dann/n allegations than if they’d confirm them
user11 so can i be y/n’s huzz
“No, y/n’s off limits, ya’ll.” Megan bent down to read over Manon’s shoulder. The older skimmed the comments, a look of concentration across her face as she squinted her eyes to scan the words. “‘Megan, you won’t slick, just drop the Dann/n lore already’? Oh my God, ya’ll really don’t give up, do you?”
Manon snorted, “Stubborn, but smart.”
Megan elbowed the older, the chat making fun of the loud whine the Ghanaian woman let out.
“Anyway--y/n is strictly off limits. Her parents may not live here, but I will be the stay at home mom for as long as I need.” She gestured towards her eyes with her fingers, then back towards the phone. “I’m watching you thirsty boys and girls.”
user12 dani trained megan well
user13 dani take off the megan mask alr oml
user14 i’m a proud thirsty girl dw
“Yeah, she’s all mine anyway.” Manon pursed her lips, looking the camera up and down in a jokey judgemental way.
daniela <3 you better watch your mouth bannerman
[ dann/n is real. dann/n is real. dann/n is real. dann/n is real. ]
˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ Clip four: [ YT VIDEO ] MAMA Performance BTS
“Come on, mami, you need to stay hydrated,” Daniela called, handing you her water bottle as you collapsed to the floor with your hand rested over your head, shielding your sensitive eyes from the fluorescent light. “I don’t want you falling sick before we actually get to do this onstage… I’d be too worried about you to put on a good show.”
[ the way mami rolls off her tongue i need her NOW ]
“I’m sure you would,” You rolled your eyes playfully, earning a slick eyebrow raise from the blonde. She took a step closer to you, crossing her arms. “Did you just roll your eyes at me?”
You scoffed, smirking. “Really, Dani? When have you ever had a problem with me rolling my eyes before.”
She looked down at you, her arms crossed and her head cocked to the side. She raised an eyebrow at your response, watching as you rose from your sprawled position on the floor. You sat up, resting your hands behind your back. You bit your lip, the cameraman zooming in on your expression before pulling out just in time to catch Daniela’s jaw clench.
[ omg ik they freaky as fuck on the low ]
“Since I’m trying to take care of you.” She waved the bottle before your face again. “So drink up, mami.”
Silence engulfed the two of you for a moment, only the muffled voices of your bandmates from afar could be heard. You grabbed the bottle from her hands, twisting the cap open and taking a sip. Once you’d swallowed, you open your mouth, as if to show the blonde still standing above you that you had finished drinking like she wanted you to.
“Happy now, Dani?”
[ LIKE COME ON WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ]
She smiled, satisfied. “Good, now get up. I’m fixing that little kink you have in that one move.”
You furrowed your eyebrows; “What kink?”
She grabbed your hand, yanking you up with ease. You let her take the bottle from your hand, tossing it aside before she fixed the low waist of her pants. “The strange little jut you do when we go down. Come on, I want you to look perfect.”
You gently shoved her in the shoulder. “Are you implying I’m not already perfect? Jerk.”
“I’m not implying, mami. I’m telling you straight up, ‘you’re not perfect’.” She chuckled, flashing you that dimpled smile. Even the Katseye editor seemed to be making fun of the way you two were bantering with so much chemistry. “Ow!--Okay, okay, I was just joking around, y/n, please! You know I hate when things are perfect, it’s the little imperfections that gives things personality.”
“Nice save, Avanzini. You get that from your perfect little book of inspirational thoughts?” you feigned annoyance, “But since you’re so eager to perfect me, then let’s do it.”
As you tied your hair up, the camera focused on Daniela behind you, she watched you do your thing with a small smile, her eyes softening as she grabbed your hips to guide you into whatever position the dance asked of you.
[ i screamed without the s they’re definitely a thing bro… ]
˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ ❪ 𝖈alliope 𝖘peaks! ❫ 。the last one genuinely had me smiling at my phone because I WISH DANIELA AVANZINI WAS ACTUALLY REAL AND NOT JUST A FIGMENT OF ALL OUR IMAGINATIONS😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔
summary: some more moments eyekons have found of their favourite ship. it’s getting harder and harder for dann/n to be subtle and secret…
warnings: none, more fluffy moments
pt. 1
DANI & Y/N FORGETTING THEIR PR TRAINING FOR 14 MINUTES GAY (PART 2)
*Loud technical difficulty transition* Cut to the one year anniversary live, the video titled, “Happy First KATSEYE Day”. Daniela and Y/N were sitting where Sophia and Lara were in that video. As Manon tried to explain her answer to a question Yoonchae asked, the camera seemed much more interested in a certain duo than their centre.
“No, because I know for a fact Lara takes the longest to get ready. Girlie has a hair and fit routine that takes so much longer than an hour,” Manon practically yelled, “No—Sophia, stop! Trust, Lara is the one who takes the longest.”
As they bickered back and forth about who was right, the video zoomed in on Daniela and Y/N. The Latina, in a sheer top and her hair pulled back a bit was sitting with her leg crossed, body leaning towards Y/N, who had a hand caressing the fishnets Daniela was wearing. The older Katseye member didn’t seem to realize they were sitting that close together, her head resting on Daniela’s shoulder.
The video editor cuts to Megan beside Manon, second to last on the couch, making note of the way the redhead eyed the two of them with a dramatic grimace.
[ Megan’s sick of their PDA I know it ]
“This question is about Dani,” Yoonchae read off her card. Manon and Sophia perked up in their seats, ready to dominate the game once again as their youngest made her way through the words on her list. “Which rnb artist has Dani been listening to on repeat lately?”
Manon and Sophia yell their own names, jumping out their seats in attempts to get Yoonchae to call on them first.
Y/N raised a finger, nodding and winking into the camera before sharing a look with Daniela, who was pouting because the older lifted her head off her shoulder. Yoonchae glanced past the two eldest members of the group, seeing a reserved Y/N sitting patiently in her seat. Her name was called.
“Y/N hasn’t spoken yet, Y/N should answer!” Yoonchae said.
[ Yoonchae defender till I die ]
The latter smiled at their maknae, sitting up as she glanced down at Daniela. “I know every single artist Dani has put on loop recently, but I’ll just give ya’ll the top three. It goes Brent Faiyaz, Feid, and then Daniel Caesar.”
Daniela nodded, beaming with pride as she clapped. “Daniel’s tied with Rosalía, but yeah, that sounds right.”
Both of them turned to Yoonchae for confirmation, and after a second of the Korean reading and processing the answer on her card, she nodded with an adorable smile. “Y/N’s right.”
Daniela moved her arm to rest over the top of the couch, sliding it behind Y/N. Y/N’s hand still running smoothly along her thigh. It wasn’t until they had moved onto the next section of their live when Daniela was snacking on some of the treats sitting before them did they switch their position up a bit.
Y/N was still engaged in the game they were currently playing, doing her best to keep Manon’s cursing to a minimum as she helped Lara answer some questions.
Daniela grabbed a couple pieces of candy covered in powdered sugar. She had two in her mouth, the candies poking out against her inner cheek as powdered sugar smeared across her lips.
Y/N turned to see what Daniela was fidgeting about, noticing the girl was entranced by the candy in her hands.
She laughed, pointing at the blonde’s lips before she wiped the powdered sugar off with her thumb. Y/N pressed her finger up against her own lips, sucking the sugar from her hand before licking her lips. Daniela was caught off guard by the woman’s action, dropping a piece of the candy in her hand down into her lap. Both of them looked down, but before the arm Daniela had over Y/N’s shoulder could move, the older grabbed it and put it in her mouth. She easily dusted the younger’s lap, giggling at the way Daniela covered her face with a hand as her cheeks flushed a faint shade of red.
[ Y/N’s that type gf I’m dizzy… ]
*Loud technical difficulty transition* Cut to the move-in video, where the girls were sharing a deep moment of their thoughts and feelings on achieving their dreams. Y/N began tearing up because of Sophia’s speech, tears brimming her eyes and she was sniffling just the slightest.
Y/N was getting increasingly emotional over their leader’s heartfelt monologue on how grateful she was for their little family. Daniela noticed the older getting overwhelmed, so she switched places with Megan to give the woman a hug. Her body shielded Y/N from the cameras in the front as the video cuts to a side camera, where we see Y/N’s hands fixing her face, which was still kept from lenses by Daniela.
The blonde glanced down at Y/N, brushing her hair out of her face as the older wiped the smudged mascara away from her eyes. Daniela hushed quietly, careful not to scratch the woman on accident with her press-ons.
Daniela wrapped her arms around her friend, pressing a quick peck onto the top of her head. Her hands ran up and down Y/N’s back as the other members soothed Sophia, it was truly a moment Dann/n stood out and away from the other bonds in their group. Then, Y/N’s hands could be seen resting on Dani’s hips as she calmed down. When the older was ready, Daniela moved away, taking a seat beside her, still unwilling to leave the woman alone.
[ Dani’s def Y/N’s comfort person ]
*Loud technical difficulty transition* Cut to a clip of the girls in the rehearsal room. Manon was challenging Lara to some dance off as they moved around frantically in the foreground of the video, but if you squinted and looked closer, you could catch something in the background.
As Megan taught Yoonchae and Sophia a specific part of the choreography, and Lara and Manon twerking their way towards the mirror. Y/N was enjoying a cool sip of water in the background. Matching with Lara, she was dressed in just a black bra and grey sweats that flashed the band of the boxers she was wearing. Her chest glistened with sweat, hair messy and disheveled as she scrolled through her phone.
Daniela eyed Y/N out the corner of her eye, feeling her head tune out Manon’s screechy voice. She watched Y/N’s chest heave as she caught her breath, running a hand through her own curls before standing from her cross-legged position on the floor. She jogged over to the older, reading the schedule Y/N had pulled up on her phone over her shoulder.
“Hey, stranger,” Daniela whispered, unable to earn a jump from Y/N as the older turned.
Her eyes widened and her expression brightened. She set down her bottle of water and slipped her phone back into her pocket. “Dani, I just found out about this perfect little nook around the block. There’s a shitload of books and they have a record section with this dainty little café, it’s perfect. I’ve been meaning to check out.”
Daniela chuckled, tucking her hair behind her ear, “Yeah?”
Y/N nodded, her hands resting on her hips. She glanced over at their members making the most of their five minute break. “Yeah, I was just checking the schedule to see when we’d have time to go. I think Yoonchae would really enjoy a nice quiet afternoon out of work and Sophia could use a nice croissant.”
Daniela was just disappointed just the slightest bit. She was hoping Y/N was implying they would leave together, but being the mother type she was, she couldn’t say she was surprised to hear Y/N meant to bring the girls too.
“Sounds perfect,” Daniela said softly, raising a hand to caress Y/N’s shoulder. “Hey, do y’know how to do the hip move?”
In the zoomed out camera shot focused on Manon and Lara, fans could tell Daniela was trying to learn a particular move in their choreography from Y/N. The older’s exposed torso flexed and glistened under the practice room’s fluorescent lights, as the younger ushered for Y/N to help her with the move closer.
[ Really? The main dancer—AKA Mini Shakira—of Katseye asking for help on a dance move? Dani’s not slick ]
*Loud technical difficulty transition* Cut to a clip of Manon on live at home with Y/N again, the roommates were having fun and engaging with fans before their door creaked open.
“Yeah, Y/N loves wearing these mini skirts. We have a matching pair of jean skirts with this buckle around the waist, it’s so cute.” Manon ranted, doing her mascara in the mirror behind the phone. “‘Who’s the stylist of the group?’, it’s most definitely Lara or Y/N. They pull off their styles so well.”
As Y/N was about to answer, the door to their room creaked open. Both their heads turned to eye Daniela, who sauntered into the room in a hoodie.
She approached Y/N, a leg thrusted over her hips before taking a seat on the older’s lap. Y/N cooed, wrapping her arms around Daniela’s waist as the younger hooked hers around the older’s neck. Manon shared a look with Y/N, before turning the camera just the slightest so the pair wouldn’t be in the centre of the screen. You could still see part of Y/N’s face, along with the two members’ bodies being glued together.
[ WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. F*CK. ]
“You okay, Dani?” Y/N asked softly, feeling the blonde nuzzle her nose into the crook of her neck further. “What’s up?”
Daniela just groaned, her grip around Y/N tightening, eyes squeezed shut. She felt the older’s chest vibrate as she hummed. The blonde was so engrossed in having her moment with her band mate, she hadn’t even noticed the camera still streaming their moment to everybody.
“Dani, we’re on live right now. Wanna go to your room?”
Manon cackled at the loud shriek Daniela let out, jumping off Y/N’s lap. The latter just laughed along with Manon at the Latina’s reaction, making sure she hadn’t hit her head when she fell down onto the floor.
“Oh my God, somebody said Dani might as well be Y/N’s shadow ‘cuz she never leaves her side.” Manon burst into absolute hysteria at the comment, leaning back to lie on the floor as she laughed. Y/N chuckled, leaning in to read the comments as well. Daniela was laid still on the floor offscreen, her head in her hands.
user01 move dani it’s my turn
user02 Dk which one of them I want to be rn
user03 ngl sitting in y/n’s lap would fix everything
user04 Dani forgot PR training for a sec
user05 I AM NOT NORMAL ABOUT THIS
“You guys are too much,” Y/N snickered as she skimmed the comments, “‘Y/N’s middle name must be wifi, the way Dani can’t live without her.’ is crazy, guys.”
Daniela finally mustered the courage to peel herself from the floor. Coming onscreen, she was blushing and sat between the two roommates as the comments flood with more teasing phrases about Daniela’s action.
user06 dani’s not even tryna hide it
user07 WHERE ARE MY DANN/N TRUTHERS
user08 Their PR team quaking rn
“Guys, I just needed a hug, okay? I would’ve done that to Manon if she was the one sitting closer to the door,” Daniela tried saving herself, her hands raising to touch her cheeks. They were hot to the touch, burning bright with shyness.
Manon raised an eyebrow, throwing the blonde a ‘really’ expression. “Y’know your big ass—big Pinocchio looking head is lying right now. You once said you would rather lick a public bathroom floor than be seen hugging me.”
“I never said that!” Daniela squeaked, “Manon, stop!”
Y/N rolled her eyes with a smile, leaning in to read the fans’ thoughts as the two argued in the back.
*Loud technical difficulty transition* Cut to a clip of Y/N talking on a solo live, the shot was zoomed in on a handful of necklaces around her neck.
As Y/N ranged on about producing some songs with Lara on their day off, the video editor zoomed in on the necklaces around Y/N’s neck. There were a couple thin chains and then some with charms, but one stood out with a big letter D.
[ Unless Y/N has a partner with the name D outside the group, this is a little sus ]
In another part of that live, there was a light blue friendship bracelet around her wrist. And the fans seemed to point out the familiar looking accessory from a Yoonchae and Daniela live a couple days ago.
“‘Y/N, are you matching bracelets with Dani?’ Oh, this old thing?” Y/N laughed, fondling with it around her wrist. “Dani’s mom got us a make your own bracelet kit when Katseye first moved in together as a housewarming gift. When Dani got sick one weekend and the others were home for the holidays, we watched movies and made bracelets. She made me this blue one and I made her a pink one. I don’t know if she still wears hers, but I don’t really take mine off.”
user01 Oh she def does not
user02 no n/n we saw it the other day!!
user03 It’s the only thing Dani wears on her left arm
user04 COUPLE BRACELETS! COUPLE BRACELETS!
“Oh, is it? Yeah, Dani and I spent that break together. My parents were away on vacation and hers had to reschedule ‘cuz of some stomach bug passing around the family.” Y/N thought back on that Thanksgiving, it was very fun being alone in the big Katseye dorm without the usual chaos. “Anyway. The Katz all have this necklace we got from Kate Spade. It’s this one.”
She picked the necklace out from her other ones, briefly flashing the ‘D’ necklace too.
user05 the d necklace is crazy
user06 Dani’s really staking her claim
user07 I HAVE NO ONE TO TALK TO ABT THIS
The screen suddenly flashes with screenshots from instagram pictures Daniela posted. Under her zip-up, you can see Y/N’s initial on a similar necklace.
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summary: snippets of dann/n moments here and there from katseye content eyekons have pointed out…
warnings: none, just fluffy moments
pt. 2
DANI & Y/N ROLLING W THE LGBT FOR 11 MINUTES GAY (FT. THE KATZ BEING OVER THEIR GAY SHYT)
*Loud technical difficulty transition* Video of Katseye doing the gingerbread house competition. Megan and Yoonchae are fighting over decorating the walls while Dani and Lara are scheming about stealing the maknaes’ strawberries. Sophia, Y/N and Manon—as the older line—were asked to do their house on a similar set next door.
“No, because why is Yoonchae such a snitch,” Dani joked, licking the frosting from her fingers as Lara cackled with the front of their house clutched between her fingers. “I swear, this girl was definitely a teacher’s pet growing up in school.”
The latter gasped in faux outrage at the Latina’s teasing, shooting her the biggest side-eye.
“Oh my God,” Megan suddenly burst into hysteria, catching the three members beside her off guard. “Remember—Remember that time Dani stole Y/N’s shirt. Like the one she got in Greece—the one she cut, so it was off shouldered?”
Dani immediately screamed once she realized what incident Megan was recollecting. She stood from her seat, leaning over a retreating Yoonchae to place a hand over Megan’s mouth. Lara’s eyes widened at her teammate’s antic, hands grabbing the older’s hips so she wouldn’t fall into the table of food.
The camera cut to Sophia, Y/N and Manon next door, their actions halting as they stared off screen at a muffled screech. The three glanced at each other, their hands hovering over the parts of the house they were making.
Manon eyed Y/N, elbowing the younger. “Sounds like Dani’s having a little too much fun, baby, if y’know what I mean.”
Sophia shot her a grimace, “Nobody ever knows what you mean, Manon. Oh my God, you’re ruining the—!”
The shot cut back to the younger line of Katseye members. The camera zoomed in on Dani’s fluster, her pale cheeks burning a faint shade of pink as she desperately tried to cease Megan from sharing the embarrassing encounter.
“Megan, I swear to God—!”
“Wait, I remember this,” Yoonchae chimed.
Megan’s devious cackle echoed around the room, leaning back and away from Daniela’s grasp. The whisker dimples etched under her eyes, they curled into thin curves from how hard she was laughing. “Dani snuck into Y/N and Manon’s room at night and stole her shirt while she was showering. And—and, when Y/N came out, she spent like twenty minutes looking for this stupid shirt because she lives in that graphic tee.”
Daniela knocked her chair back abruptly with the back of her thigh, storming off screen with red cheeks as Lara shouted insincere assurance that the story wasn’t as embarrassing as she had recalled.
Now Yoonchae was laughing, pointing off screen at Daniela, who was hiding her face in her hands behind a scattered crowd of their filming crew members.
“Dani begged Yoonchae not to tell Y/N she had her shirt and she was hiding in her closet, pretending to look for something the whole time before Yoonchae ratted her out.” Megan leant back in her chair, almost tipping backwards—if not for Yoonchae holding her upright—at how hard she was laughing. “Oh my God, Dani was so embarrassed, her face got all red and she like refused to leave her room. Y/N caved and just gave her the shirt, and Dani just wears it around the house 24/7.”
“It was so funny because Dani thought she was so slick with it.” Megan sighed, her laughter dying down. “Anyway, if Y/N wasn’t the nice, good girl she was, she would’ve filed a creepy perv report against Dani, I swear on all the moms.”
Their manager ushered Dani back onset, plopping back down beside Lara in defeat. Her hair was a little tousled and her cheeks were flushed, the tip of her ears radiating heat as she stared down and fought the small smile creeping its way onto her lips. Her dimples evident.
“I have never, in twenty years of life ever been violated like this.” The Latina murmured, eyeing the three cameras around them respectively as Lara rubbed her back up and down. “For the record, I got Y/N that shirt because I had one. I wanted us to match in Greece when we were shooting that video and I swear I thought it was mine.”
“Mhm, whatever you need to tell yourself.” Lara chuckled. “Y/N’s one was cut, but okay…”
*Loud technical difficulty transition* Cut to a Weverse live in Manon and Y/N’s room. Manon was sitting on the floor, fixing her hair in the camera as Y/N read comments over her shoulder. The collar of Manon’s striped button-up was flared and the V line hung a little too low. Y/N, in a beanie with the hood on, her make-up still on from the day and big hoop earrings skimmed the comments Eyekons were making of the eldest member’s outfit.
“They’re saying you’re looking too seductive,” Y/N joked, looking down at Manon’s chest from over her shoulder. She grabbed the collar, fixing it and smoothing it out to cover a bit more skin Manon was flashing the camera. The younger smirked, her eyes hooded as she eyed Manon through her long, fluttering lashes. She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, jokingly sliding a hand over Manon’s shoulder. “Save the show for me tonight when the camera turns off.”
The older seemed to return the same level of freakiness as she raised a knowing eyebrow. Her hand found Y/N’s neck, grabbing it as she leant in and turned her head dramatically over to cover both their faces. Their giggles could be heard before they pulled apart, glancing back at the camera at the amount of frantic comments flooding their live.
A particular verified user seemed to catch Manon’s eye.
“Well, I didn’t know Dani was watching.” She leant closer towards the camera, reading what the girl had typed into their chat. There were a couple of comments with an exaggerated amount of capitalized yelling and angry emojis. “‘Stop flirting before you make me gag’ and ‘I can hear you guys from the living room please shut up’. Dani’s on a call with her family downstairs right now, so she can’t join us. Bad girl, she’s tuning into this live instead of talking to her parents.”
user01 Probably needed to make sure Y/N was behaving
user02 DANI COME GET YO GIRL
user03 Guys Y/N’s looking a little too fine in that fit
user04 At least we know who the dom is between them
Y/N giggled to herself at the comments on Dani’s reaction to their dynamic. Her ringed hands come up to adjust the hood over her beanie, running her slender fingers through her hair as she wet her lips. “Dani, be good and talk to your mami y papi, yeah? You can come and join us when you’re done.”
[ SHES SO FUCKING HOT FOR THIS ]
Manon rolled her eyes at the younger’s statement. What was supposed to be an innocent sentence definitely had Daniela kicking her feet with a finger between her teeth downstairs.
“‘Yes ma’am’,” Manon read out, “Okay, Miss Ma’am, walk her like a dog, N/N. Maybe Sophia should step aside and let you be the leader, you’re like the only one who can keep Dani in line.”
user05 “BE GOOD”??? OMG ID FOLD
user06 dani’s so real cuz if y/n asked me to be good, i’d immediately be on my knees too
user07 BOTH lips smiled
user08 she def talks you through it…
“Somebody asked who your celebrity crush is.” Manon announced. She chuckled to herself, brushing her hair back into a pony with her hands. “Girl, ya’ll should pull a chair out for this one, Y/N has a whole tier list.”
Y/N gasped in excitement, readjusting her sitting position. She whipped her hand out, holding up an open palm.
She rambled, “I made a list because Lara and I wanted to make a hear me out cake. Okay, so basically we had a men’s and women’s version. But the men’s one is so short, so we’re doing the women’s one, okay? Hear me out.”
[ Y/N we know what you are ]
Manon slapped her in the arm, shooting her a warning glare. Reminding her they had certain rules they needed to follow on live, to not say anything that would get them in trouble.
“Okay, so basically I’ve been watching these sisters on youtube and they’re hilarious. The Kalogeras sisters? I am absolutely in love with Demitra, she’s so funny and so good at singing.” Y/N bit her lip, “Dani got so mad at me when I was watching them the other day between rehearsal. She said if I was gonna watch someone with curls, it should be her.”
user09 so Y/N has a type; girls with curls
user10 Y/N basically just confirmed Dani’s THAT kinda gf
user11 my two worlds just collided
Nearly immediately, as if on cue, Daniela bursted through their door and into their room. She was sporting a beige jacket, her hair tied into a bun as she tackled Y/N to the ground.
“Stop! They’re gonna think I’m crazy.” Daniela squealed, her arms wrapped around the older’s face as they wrestled off screen. Manon side-eyed them in disgust as she continued reading the comments about Daniela’s affectionate nature when it came to Y/N. They always seemed to be touching in some way when they were together, as if they couldn’t stand being away from each other for too long. “And literally take her off that hear me out list, I should be the only curly-haired person you love!”
[ What’s more gay; Actually being gay or whatever this is? ]
*Loud technical difficulty transition* Cuts to the Katseye house-warming video, where they all sat around on a couch and table. The girls were just talking with pizza in their hands and occasionally argued about a silly topic.
Daniela noticed Y/N sitting alone beside her. The older was just staring intently at Sophia and Manon debating whether or not the best tiktok idea collector was each other.
The Latina’s hands crept towards Y/N’s under the table, which the video zoomed into. [ The way they thought they were slick ] Daniela laced their fingers together loosely, tugging her closer until her back was pressed against her front. Daniela’s arm laid over Y/N’s shoulder, her hand playing with the ends of her hair. Y/N didn’t seem to mind, used to the Latina’s need for physical intimacy as her hand rested on Daniela’s thigh.
Across the group, Lara and Y/N shared a glance. The Indian dancer raised an eyebrow, throwing the older a smirk at their positioning. She nodded off towards the camera, almost like she was reminding the older of their duties.
Y/N peeled away from Daniela just the tiniest bit, feeling the younger sigh in protest.
The video zoomed in on a blurry image of the two still cuddling as Sophia squealed in disbelief at something Manon said. They were so obviously affectionate with each other, Yoonchae and Megan were whispering and eyeing them in teasing irritant.
“Dani, y’know you won’t die if you just sat normally beside Y/N for once, right?” Manon snorted, earning a harsh punch in the arm from the Latina in response as Y/N laughed.
“Yeah, ain’t nobody tryna pry the poor girl from your hands, babe. Y/N can’t even eat her pizza cuz you’re all over her.” Lara collapsed into a laughing fit as Daniela hid her face behind Y/N’s neck. The older stroked her hair in comfort, laughing at their members’ teasing. “See, Dani needs her mommy to come save her from embarrassment.”
“We just moved in and Dani’s already tryna steal my roommate,” Manon joked, “Such a thief, Lord.”
For the rest of the live, with a light atmosphere of just talking and being together, Daniela and Y/N stayed cuddling together as they fell into the rhythm of conversation with their friends.
*Loud technical difficulty transition* Cuts to an interview Katseye is doing a live Q&A for their band’s new album release, and Daniela and Y/N are sitting side by side at the end of a line of Katseye members. The host, a fan favorite for being playful and cheeky, is known for asking light-hearted and sometimes embarrassing questions.
"Alright, now, we’ve seen how close all of you are, but we want to know more about the dynamics between Daniela and Y/N. You two are always together, always laughing and making jokes. So, here’s a question: is there any moment when one of you just absolutely flusters the other?"
The fans immediately begin to chant “Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” as they anticipate something fun, and Daniela looks at YN nervously, already blushing slightly.
Y/N giggled at the audience’s fanfare, holding her mic up to her lips. “Oh, I think we both have our moments, right, Dani?"
Daniela gives a nervous laugh and tries to play it off, but she’s clearly getting more flustered. Y/N, noticing, decides to tease her a little more. The other members share knowing looks at Daniela’s reaction, knowing their favourite Cuban was terrible at hiding the physical reactions her body had to teasing—especially their fellow Katseye member, Y/N’s.
“Remember that time last week when we were rehearsing, and I said, ‘I think you look really cute today,’ and you literally froze and couldn’t finish the choreography for the next five minutes? Like, it was so funny ‘cuz Roy was getting so frustrated that our best dancer was completely messing up the sequence.”
Daniela’s eyes widen, and she immediately turns bright red. The fans erupt in laughter, knowing exactly what moment YN is talking about from a vlog that was uploaded a couple days ago on a day in the life of Katseye. Daniela quickly covers her face with her hands in embarrassment.
"I—I wasn’t expecting you to say something like that, okay?! You just... you just looked at me and said that so casually! How was I supposed to focus after that?!"
Y/N pouts, pursing her glossy lips at Daniela. "Aww, come on, Dani. You looked so cute, so I had to tell you! But it’s okay, I won’t tease you too much... unless you want me to."
Daniela stammers, still covering her face, and the fans are loving the playful interaction between the two. YN leans in a little closer, her voice softening.
Y/N chuckled, leaning over to rest an assuring hand on Daniela’s thigh. "But seriously, Dani, you always look amazing. Don’t be embarrassed."
Daniela’s heart skips a beat, and she’s now visibly flustered, her face as red as a tomato. She shifts uncomfortably in her seat, trying to hide her smile.
"I’m not embarrassed! I just... I didn’t expect you to say that then on camera, or now on live TV."
YN chuckles and pats Daniela on the back, giving her a smile, while the fans continue to cheer for the adorable interaction between the two.
The host hummed, "Looks like we’ve learned a little more about who keeps who on their toes! Thank you for sharing, Dani. I’m sure YN won’t let you forget this anytime soon."
Daniela, still a bit flustered but laughing along with the rest, glances over at Y/N, who gives her a wink (which the camera and crew fully catches, as an exaggerated edit with a winking sound effect added in post). It’s clear that their close bond and playful teasing are one of the group’s favorite dynamics.
*Loud technical difficulty transition* Cuts to Lara’s live, when somebody asked her, “What are the Katzs’ favourite things to do when they’re not at work?”
“—Sophia’s is definitely cooking. Girl loves just being able to make a big dinner and have us all sit down and eat like a big family. And Dani’s is… Dani loves reading, sometimes she’ll just be reading in Manon and Y/N’s room with whatever book she’s reading that week. Manon will be finding new ways to do her makeup and matching new fits—And Y/N loves just jamming out and making some tunes on her guitar. Oh my God, the tiktok she recently made with the riff to “Me and Your Mama” was so good. I’m pretty sure Dani forced the poor girl into doing that song after she did “Enter Sandman”.”
[ They’re so old married couple omg ]
“Yeah, we’ve been working hard and practicing a lot with the show coming up. But honestly, Sophia’s been doing a lot behind the scenes to keep morale high and make sure we’re resting well… Y/N being Y/N has been stressing about Sophia overworking herself,” Lara said, “Dani gets really upset when Y/N digs herself into this hole of worrying about us. She’ll get extra catty and mean when Y/N’s down.”
[ Dani always defends her girl… they’re so cute ]
“No, Dani got so angry that one time Y/N got shoved accidentally by this photographer on set. She almost got in trouble for saying stuff, it was insane. I mean, Sophia and Manon definitely had some things to say to that guy too, but Dani?” Lara exhaled deeply, flicking her wrist. “Dani was full Latina mami mode. She was yelling in Spanish, she was pointing everywhere, she was ready to throw hands.”
[ This wasn’t even the full live… should I make a pt. 2? ]
a. daniela x cowgirl ! f reader
✎𓂃 This new place offers shelter, money, and... Daniela. You should know better than to want all three, and bad luck seems to follow you everywhere, especially when you think you can have it all.
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featuring !
KATSEYE Sophia, Manon, & Megan, SVT Vernon & Joshua, Got7 Mark, TXT Yeonjun, RIIZE Anton, LE SSERAFIM Yunjin, TWICE Mina
author's note !
BEFORE 2025 ENDS, and yes there will be a part 2 for this (heavily inspired by RDR 2 :>)
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Traveling through mountains and forestry, two full carriages of people could feel their stomachs rumbling and body aching. The hooves of each horse grew heavier as each person’s weight began to slow them down after many days.
Your dark steed, color as deep as the night sky, slows down and you feel how the saddle somewhat relaxes underneath you. To your right, the other two steeds slow down, the dark brown one limping on his right side; evidently needing some form of rest.
“Vernon,” you speak up from underneath your bandana that’s covering the bottom half of your face, “We’re gonna need to set up camp soon. We won't last much longer out here.”
“She’s right, they need food and these horses need rest,” Joshua adds, patting his poor hurting horse on the neck.
“Right…” Vernon thinks for a second, brows furrowed as he rubs his tired eyes. “Y/n. You and Mark scout for a spot to settle down in and a town hopefully up ahead. We’ll slow down the pace for now.”
Following your orders, you nod and scoot to the left a bit, whistling and signalling to fingers up for Mark to come forward. While hearing another horse approach, you quicken your pace a bit till Mark is beside you and everyone falls behind.
“What’s the plan?”
“Needa look for a camp spot, close enough to a town.” The older man nods, and both of you travel a couple of minutes ahead. While traversing and looking for a flat area, you find a couple of riders traveling with a large wagon going past you, and you tip your hat out of courtesy.
“Y/n, their wagons…” Mark whispers to you as your eyes follow the leaving vehicle. “I know. A town, likely a bit down South. We should go a ways further for camp then.”
Mark’s horse quickens, and you let him move forward as you slow down a bit for your horse. Giving him a pat on the hips, you feel him shake underneath you and let out a noise of discomfort and murmur to him, “I know you're tired, Midnight. We’ll be able to rest soon.” You pull your lead to the left, making your way back to your group.
“So what’d ya’ll find?” Joshua asks when you reconvene with them.
“A town, likely down South and Mark—“
“I found a flat spot!” As if on queue, Mark calls back, and the four of you lead the carriages down to that spot.
“Yunjin!”
“Yes?” She answers from behind, peaking through the front curtains. “We’ll be setting up camp soon. You and Mina help everyone, please?” She just nods, and as you all come to a halt, she begins routing everyone to their own spots, with large rolls of fabric and lengthy poles in their hands.
You do everyone a favor by hammering wooden picks into the ground and tying more wood to attach it to them for everyone’s horses to have a resting spot. When you finish, someone has set up a campfire where you, Vernon, Joshua, and Mark can settle around.
The past couple of days have been hectic after leaving your hometown. Everyone looks like a wreck as well. Vernon‘s even looking like he aged a bit from the stress, cheeks sunken in from the lack of nutrients that he’d rather give to anyone else.
With the role he gave to you, you decide to take marriage into your own hands. You just wiped the dirt off your hands against your pants as you stood up, looking around the ‘organized’ chaos.
“Everyone! Listen up!” Everyone stops in their tracks, while you look down at Vernon, who nods at you to continue. “It's been a long couple of days, and I understand you’re all tired. Will be staying here for a while and get back on our feet. Let us handle the rest of the troubles.”
The members of our crew nod, and they begin pitching tents as you sit back down. Vernon passes a bottle of whiskey to you, lifting his own bottle as a reward, and you take a long swig.
The robust alcoholic taste smoothly slides down your throat, having you lean back on the palms of your hands. “How long do you think we’ll be here?” Mark's question was said to the three of you, but he hoped for you or Vernon to give a reasonable response.
“When we’re all ready and healthy”, Vernon voices, clear-cut.
“We also need money,” you point out, and your leader nods. With the bottle still in his hands, Vernon points at you and Joshua. “Both of you go down into town and see what you can find.”
“Will do,” Joshua responds as he gets u,p while you tip your hat in agreement. Meno walks over to you with a sweet smile on her face and points behind her, “Yunjin and I used your two trunks and set up your tent.”
You give your things and she puts you on the shoulder. With nightfall upon you all, the lantern on a crate shed light on your small space and you rolled down the fabric to act as a door.
Taking a seat on your makeshift bed, you remove your leather jacket and shoes to hopefully get some shit out after three days. As you laid back, the cot dips down, yet with the lack of your rest, this was the most comfortable you had been in a while. Your mind quickly fades into darkness within minutes as you finally get some shut eye.
The sun fades through your fabrics and sheds light on your closed eyes. It takes a few minutes for you to register the thought of waking up, following up with rubbing your eyes as you sit up. There’s a small wooden basin filled with water near the back of your tent and you use it with a washcloth to clean the dirt and scum off your body.
You change into a warmer outfit as it’s early in the morning and when leaving your tent, you see all of the ladies awake. “Good morning, Y/n!” Megan voices in a cheery manner, loads of dirty laundry in her arms. “Megan, good mornin’. Have you seen Joshua yet?”
“Just saw him waking up, so probably give him a bit?” united and waited by your horses. Midnight is clearly happy with the rest as you saddle him up, brush his main, and feed him some snacks.
“Been waiting long?” Joshua asks rushingly as he adjusts his belt. you get onto midnight and shake your head, “Been about ten minutes, no big deal.” He then follows your lead by saddling up and hopping on his own horse.
“Waddaya think we’ll find?” You ask in a genuine manner, and Joshua snorts. “Someone to rob, maybe.” You shake your head, knowing none of you can get jobs that could help all twelve of you live. No one would dare pay that much, besides, you were all wanted.
Not by the law, but another gang that had done enough damage to you all. You couldn’t stay in one place until it was far enough, or if enough time had passed. “Could use a drink of rum and maybe buy some coffee.”
It was your turn to snort and look at the older guy. “Rum and coffee? Well, you wanna party this morning.”
“It’s never too early,” with a smirk on his face.
When you come up to the entrance of the town, reading the sign ‘Coldwell’ welcomes you above.
The tone looks quite lively with many tone folk around in about. You guys passed by some barber shops, a doctor’s office, a butcher shop, a gunsmith, and lodging buildings. Ironically enough, the general store is up ahead, and right beside it is a saloon called ‘Avanzini’s Saloon.’
As you and Joshua tie your steed to the hitching post, you give him a chuckle as you enter the already-busiest establishment. “Must be your lucky day for some rum and coffee.”
Going up to the bar, you both set a coin down, but before Joshua can ask for his favorite rum, you stop him.
“Two of your finest beers, please,” you ask politely, and he looks at you like ‘what the actual fuck?’ You mumble near his ear, “Your order may get us into unwanted conversations, so this is to be safe, okay?”
Well, the two of you are conversing; you seem to have caught someone’s attention from above. Sophia is her friend, Daniela, who’s currently speaking to Manon.
“What?” The Latina asks her friend, who does her best to discreetly point down at you, as if she’s sharing a secret. “Now, whose that fresh meat?”
Coldwell was quite a small town; everyone knew each other, and it wasn’t often you’d find strangers passing through the town. So, Daniela seeing a new face in her family's saloon is a new experience. Not only that, but you are definitely a looker.
She couldn’t see your face properly as your dark brown pinch front cowboy hat covered her view from above. From her perspective, she sees how your low ponytail cascades down your back. Instead of a dress or skirt that you’d commonly see women wear, you wore black denim bell-bottoms that hugged your thighs perfectly.
A long black leather trench coat covered your tall frame, and it only intrigued Daniela even more. She just wanted to go down there and ask you a million questions.
“That is one fine woman if I’ve ever seen one,” Manon fans herself as she voices, leaning her arms on the railings of the second-floor balcony. With her blunt personality, she can’t seem to help herself from getting your attention. “Hey!”
You hear from above, looking around in a bit of confusion until a whistle up top has you looking up. You're faced with three beautiful girls, two looking at you with dangerously flirtatious eyes, and the other looking with pure interest. The sight is amusing to you, the evidently rich women who wear pristine petticoats, waving their fingers to get your attention.
“Don’t get popular so quickly now,” Joshua chuckles at the sight beside you and you could only shrug, “Guess the ladies can’t help it.”
Joshua chugs the rest of his beer, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his coat. You almost want to take your time, especially since the beer was unexpectedly tasty, but you knew you had more work to do. You leave another coin, and before heading out you nod your head to the ladies up above and take your leave.
“Oh, if I could just give her some lovin’ right now,” Manon says dreamily as she rests her chin on her hand, a smug look on her face as she watches you prance off.
“That’s definitely a new face,” Daniela mumbles, your bare face practically imprinted into her mind.
Once you're out the door, Joshua points over at the general store and gives a knowing look. “We can get the coffee when we’re heading out,” you pull his flannel shirt away, going to the gun smith just to make some chatter, but the name of the general store catches your eye.
Avanzini… again?
Now that you look around, the name seems to be everywhere. It could be the name of the store, or the fact that they’ve made mere donations, the surnames are everywhere.
“Joshua?” You mutter as you near the gunsmith, and he looks confused at your whisper but returns it, “What?”
“We may need to find out about these Avanzini’s… they look like they run this whole town.” Joshua looks around for himself and realizes you're right. “Let me do the talking, please,” you let him know, and he follows your lead as you enter the shop.
Out of all the buildings, this one seems to be the only one that doesn’t have the Avanzini name attached to it. When you enter, you're greeted by an older fellow with guns showcased on shelves behind him.
“Why, I haven’t seen new faces in a long time?” he gives a friendly smile, his thick southern accent slightly warping his words. You give a smile of your own, settling your hands on the countertop.
“We’d like to get some revolver ammunition, please.”
“A lovely lady like you? Need ammunition? That’s new,” his eyebrows are raised, and you chuckle but nod. “My father says protection is key for a lady like me. It’s a dangerous world,” you tell him, putting on a somewhat innocent act.
The older man does see your point, taking out two boxes of them. “Ten dollars per box, ma’am.”
Joshua takes out his money, getting coins out to pay when the shop owner makes conversation with you, “Are ya’ll some kind of er~ travelers?”
“Something like that. We were looking for a new place for my family and me to settle down for a long time, a change of scenery, you know?”
He lets out a hefty laugh, hugging his stomach with one arm as Joshua puts the money down. “That I can understand. But take it from me, you wouldn’t wanna be stuck here.”
As he puts the money away, you give Joshua a look, and he seems interested to find out more as well. You turn on your charm, a confused look partnered with innocent doe eyes on your face as you ask in a sweet tone, “Why is that? Is it dangerous here?”
He sighs and plants his hands firmly on the counter, “Them Avanzini’s? They’re bad news if you ask me. Everyone would go about spreading good things in their name, but all they’re doing is taking over Coldwell.”
You now cross your arm, realizing there wasn’t much effort needed to find out about them since this blabbermouth would do all the dirty work for you. “What was Coldwell like… You know? Before they came along.”
“We were like every civilized town in the West! I mean, yeah, we had our share of fights and thieves, but the sheriff would take care of that. When the Avanzini’s rolled along four years ago, they started making the rules.”
Joshua almost shuffles in his spot, pressing forward when he realizes they could be a possible threat if they stay around for too long. “Rules? What kind of rules?”
“A large cut of business profits goes to the family, and not only that, they moved here because of the coal mine they bought nearby. Thousands or millions of dollars to their name by now with all the trades as well.”
“My, sounds like a bunch of prissy rich pricks from what I'm hearing,” you mumble, but oldie hears you loud and clear and points right at you, “exactly!”
“Well, thank you for letting us know, sir?”
“Copelen”
“Thank you, sir Copelen. We’ll steer clear of them,” you told him, taking off your hat, bowing, and taking the ammo as you head out. “You believe a word he says?” Joshua nudges, and you shrug, “There’s no reason for us not to, besides, they do just sound like a bunch of rich people flaunting their money. Sounds like we just landed a gold mine if anything.”
“Look into them, though?”
“Yup, you know the drill,” you respond and walk back over into the general store where a peppy shopkeeper tells you to look around as you please. The store… it’s quite luxurious in some sections. The family obviously did well in catering for consumers who were of both calibers of finances.
“It’s lovely in here,” you announce, hoping to get the cashier's attention while she checks out Joshua and his coffee, which fortunately, you do. “Why thank you! The Avanzini’s make sure to please everyone and their needs.”
“They must be lovely people then,” you smile, tapping your hands along the clean white shelves, stocked with feminine shampoo. “Oh they are! They gave me this job while I was in dire need. Pays well too,” she whispers in the end, but it makes her giggle knowing it wasn’t a secret.
Joshua signals that it’s time to go and leaves with his goodies, and you walk up to the counter and give a fresh smile, “I’d sure love to meet this family.”
“Well, their daughter is always around, so you’ll probably meet her at some point.”
You nod and reach a hand out, “I’m Y/n, by the way. And you are?”
The blonde straightens up, reaching to shake your hand, “I’m Ivy.”
“See you around then, Ivy,” you part ways from the store and find Joshua waiting at the hitching posts, leaning on his dear horse. “Took you a minute there.”
You're about to respond when you see a figure watching you from the saloon window up top, the same girl who stood between the two flirtatious ones.
You never liked being watched, especially with the path you chose to go down in life. You just mouth to Joshua, ‘We should head out.’
He nods, not even asking questions, and both of you ride off knowing Vernon was not going to like what’s going on in this town. And that meant you were likely about to play errand girl because of it.
It wasn’t something you normally complained about. You never complained about anything, actually.
Ever since Vernon took you in at the young age of eight, he had raised you to be like his little sister. Feeding you, giving you shelter, teaching you how to ride a horse, even hunting for your own food.
The only thing you had to offer was your life to him, since he practically revived you when you had nothing.
So when he decided to start the Liberty crew all those years ago, you hopped on the bandwagon real quick. There was no need for persuasion, just… You were automatically part of the founding group.
It started with you, Vernon, and his best friend Joshua, and everyone else seemed to just come along.
Joshua was his right-hand, being the older one, and you were basically Vernon’s left.
You can’t think much longer, as both of you were coming up to camp, and you let Joshua know you’d go talk to Vernon instead so he could rest. But you also needed to be alone, talking to him about things as well.
“So? What’s the deal with the town?” Vernon asks right away as you enter his tent. It is much cozier despite the dirt ground crunching beneath each step; the tent is fully enclosed on all four sides. The front would be kept open to let sunlight in, but he kept a candle lit when needed. His cot is much more luxurious with a thick marron blanket and makeshift wood fences stabilizing the ‘walls’ of the tent.
“The town basically has a big time backer. The Avanzini’s.”
“Big time backer, how?”
You pull out a box from your back pocket and light up a cigarette, feeling the instant warmth of the smoke washing over you. “The family is like the town's government at this point. Someone said they’re possibly worth millions because of their coal mine and trades by now.”
“That’s something you don’t come by every day.”
“You're telling me. But since I know you’re just gonna make me investigate further, I think I know where to start.”
Vernon raises a brow, not expecting this much from a short trip, but he’s clearly pleased as he relaxes in his chair. “Ultimately, I’m not super sure about this, but maybe an Avanzini girl has taken an interest in me already.”
He almost laughs out loud, but the delight on his face makes it clear he thinks you're full of yourself. “Now I’m aware you had women lined up back in Carter Creek, but we ain’t even been here for a whole day, yey.”
“A young lady in a light green silk gown kept her eye on me while we were around their saloon. If I’m wrong, I have an easy time with the very flirtatious rich women.” The statement clearly makes Vernon happy. “Then you're going back tomorrow. But make sure this is gonna make us money, Y/n.”
“Oh, I’m sure of it.” You puff another cloud of smoke and leave his tent, finding Yeonjun and Anton about to ride off on their horses. “Whoa, where ya’ll headin’ out to?”
The younger of the two can’t contain his excitement and shimmies on his horse, “Yeonjun is gonna show me how to hunt with a bow!”
“Wanna come?” Your friend offers, and you laugh, “Sure, wouldn’t wanna miss Anton missing a bunch of his arrows.”
“Hey!”
You find yourself back at Coldwell the next day, back at the general store where Ivy gives you a grandiose smile. “Welcome back, Y/n!”
Ivy smiles as you tip your hat and look for some items for a nice shower. It had been some time since the last one you had, and while living with a bunch of people, you don’t necessarily get the liberty to do so often.
You get some shampoo, soap, and a brush, laying them all out on the countertop. As you're reaching for some coins, Ivy flails her arms quickly and shakes her head, “No! No need to pay up.”
She sees your head tilt in confusion, and she giggles, “It’s on the house! Seems like you caught the eye of the right people.” You take leave with your items, full of skepticism written all over your face. Quickly making your way over to the saloon, you asked the hostess at the front about a bath.
“A dollar every five minutes. An extra fifty cents because of the dirty boots,” The price is reasonable enough to take out your pouch full of coins and pay her. “Go to the second floor, then on the right side are all the baths. Room three should be available.”
You bow a bit as a thanks, making your way up the stairs with your two pouches. Unbeknownst to you, Daniela is sitting behind the bar, watching customers come and go, until she sees you back. She watches how you rush up the stairs, realizing how you were about to wash up.
So maybe it was the perfect time to introduce herself?
You feel how the mud sloshes underneath your boots as you take them off, stripping off all your clothes as the wooden bath slowly fills up with hot water. Lying your newly bought items on a stool beside the bath, you submerge your entire body under, feeling every muscle relax as the water quickly warms you up.
An uncontrollable sigh leaves your mouth, and you begin to wash up. The smell of roses fills the room as you scrub your fingers through your hair, and bubbles float on top of the water as you feel every single piece of dirt wash away.
After about ten minutes, you finish it up and dry yourself off, combing your hair afterwards. When putting on the rest of your clothes, you wait for your hair to dry completely and hold onto your hat.
Yet as you exit the room, you stop in your tracks, eyes wide when you find Daniela facing the door, leaning on the railing.
She’s clearly waiting for you in her yellow dress, and you realize that your job is about to get so much easier.
“Were you waitin’ for your turn?” You ask calmly, closing the door behind you when she gives you this mischievous look on her face.
“No, but I needed to find out who you were,” you tilt your head at her words, looking around in confusion. “Needed to?”
“Exactly.”
You bow down, holding the hat near your chest, “Well who may I owe the pleasure to then?”
“Daniela. Daniela Avanzini,” she reaches out her hand and instead of shaking it, you gently take it in your own and kiss the back of it. ‘Just got even easier for me.’
“Nice to meet you, Miss Avanzini. I’m Y/n.”
She smiles at the generous kiss, then sweeps her hair behind. “Why haven’t I seen you around here before?”
“Well, my family and I have moved for a change of pace, but we’re still looking for a place to settle down.”
“Is that so?”
You see how the wheels in Daniela’s mind begin turning. “We don’t currently have free estates since they’re still being built, but I am kind. You shouldn’t leave empty-handed.”
The sentence piques your interest, and your brows raise. “What would you be offering then?”
“I could give you a job, just a small one that would pay very well,” she tells you, but you can’t help but notice how her eyes trail up and down. Not in a sexual way, but like she was sizing you up.
Daniela sees how your arms bulge through the sleeves of your coat, how your frame is clearly built despite all the layers that cover you. One hand gripped your belt buckle while the other still held your cowboy hat, the veins popping through as you held on tight.
Gosh, you are a looker. Daniela’s friends were correct, and it’s clear as she sees you up close.
“So the job?” You butt in, and Daniela changes her stance, caught off guard as she was still looking. “Tax collection.”
She walks away, and you follow, leading you to an office on the upper level. The space engulfs you, basking in heat as the room has quite a dark aura to it. “Every building with an Avanzini sign in town owes us a cut of their profit every month.”
She takes out a paper and hands it over to you, finding the list of shops and buildings with the amount that they owe beside them. The list is quite lengthy, and the parchment felt weak in between your fingers from the ink.
“Do this for my family, and once you're done, go to the estate East of the town. You’ll get a large sum from my family and me.”
That was all you needed to hear, putting your hat back on as you exited the office. “I’ll be there before the sun sets.”
As Daniela watches you walk off, your demeanor fascinates her. You aren’t exactly a ‘normal’ woman. If anything, you're a cowboy in a woman’s body… and that gets her riled up for some reason.
Your day consisted of walking into every building you could find that had a clear Avanzini sign on it. Most people easily gave the money, clearly on good terms with the family, while some others weren’t as kind.
One woman who worked at the doctor’s office gave you some attitude, and you didn’t know the reason why. There wasn’t any need to shoot the messenger, but while you kept chatting with the man who worked the front desk, she kept mumbling jabs at you and the family.
All you could do was raise your arms and tell her, “I’m just tryna’ do my job, ma’am.” Yet if that wasn’t the case… You probably would have given her a piece of your mind, leading to a brawl. Luckily, you have a lot of self-control.
Once the sun begins to set, you ride Midnight, steering him to the large estate. There are rows and rows of crops in front of the home, and large double doors opening up. “Y/n?” A seemingly older version of Daniela, who you would assume is her mother, greets you.
“Yes, ma’am,” you say, hopping off her horse, but before you can get a handshake, the older woman gives you a firm hug. Your arms are spread from pure shock, but Daniela comes up from behind her with a smile.
You gather the money from Midnight’s saddle and place it in the young woman’s delicate hands.
“Please, come in for a drink,” her mother offers and you couldn’t bear to say no with her kind tone. Slipping your hat off out of respect, you let your hair free as you looked around the large home.
You had never been in one so big, and it looked never ending at every glance you took. The two women take you into a large living room where an older man is seated in the middle.
“Y/n, this is my father,” Daniela introduces him and you give him a curt nod. “We thank you for doing this for us, I hope this shall be enough payment.” He takes out this wad off cash from his pockets, five hundred dollars to be exact.
“I- wow, thank you greatly,” was all that came out, as the sum is so large to fathom. “There’s more where that came from.”
He sways his hand at his wife and daughter, telling them to leave the room so he could talk to you alone. Before leaving you though, Daniela bites her lip, and it almost has you smirking because you can’t understand what she’s playing at.
First she wants you to work for her, looks interested at you, but then looks like she wants to take you to bed? ‘Women sure are a complicated species,’ you tell yourself.
Now turning back to her father, his face changes immediately as the doors shut, his elbows resting against his knees as he leans forward.
“I know who ya’ll are.”
The confusion on your face is real as it seems impossible, but he cuts and thinks you may have off. “Don’t play dumb with me. I know everything that happens in and around this town.”
You sigh, shoulders falling as you lean back in the chair, “So the charades up. What now?”
“I could announce to the town that ya’ll are a bunch of low-life criminals,” his voice almost makes you laugh, since he seems to imply that he won't do that at all.
“Or?” You respond cunningly, and this man’s face has an evil smile being covered by his hands. “You and your little gang work for my family.”
“Oh? Why would a rich family like ya’ll need help from a gang?”
“If you can’t tell,” he swirls his glass full of dark liquor, taking a small sip to quench his thirst, “We’ve been making many enemies with our acquisitions. Some people have been ballsy enough to do something about it.”
“People are retaliatin’?” You questioned, but the answer was quite obvious. “Ya know, we don’t really mix well with rich folk—“
“We’ll pay ya’ll a hundred fifty each a week.”
Now you're no mathematician, but that's over a thousand dollars in total for the entire crew. Yet you couldn’t make any rash decisions, not without Vernon in the loop.
“I’m going to have to speak to some people about this. Can we come back tomorrow, around the same time?”
“You have a deal.”
The night you returned, you told Vernon and Joshua everything you found out. Both seemed to be inclined to see what the Avanzini’s were all about and what they would offer, so the agreement of all three of you heading out was settled that night.
Once dusk hits the region of Coldwell, you, Vernon, and Joshua head out. The rain trickles down heavily on everyone, the horses trotting quickly to the family’s manor. Slick mud has its tracks leaving many prints behind, and when making it to the house, you all tie your horse up.
Joshua’s eyes widen, and he looks at you in offense, “Didn’t mention you can fit about a hundred horses in their darn house.”
“Oh, suck it up, old man.”
“OLD MAN?” Joshua yells, and Vernon can’t even properly get a knock in when Mr. Avanzini whips the double doors open, his wife and Daniela standing behind him.
“Well, this wasn’t the ‘gang’ I was expecting.” You take your hat off, but not out of respect, but because you were all wet from the downpour. Daniela looks at you, just all drenched, and her mother points her hand to the coat rack.
“Right, ”Joshua mumbles out of embarrassment, and the three of you slip off your coats and hang them up.
Vernon wipes his hands down with the towel he was given and shakes Mr. Avanzini’s hand firmly. “Please take a seat,” you allow both men to do so, but you and Joshua stand side by side behind Vernon, a hand on each of your holsters just in case.
Daniela’s mother is seated beside her husband, and Daniela seems to stand behind her parents. She could give less of a damn about what her father was talking about. Her eyes were only on you.
She watches as you roll your shoulder back, the tight white sleeves stretching around your biceps. The dark brown vest you wore hugged the curves of your waist tightly, and the rain dampening your shoulders made you so much hotter than you already were.
You meet her eyes and raise a brow in the way she’s staring so intently.
…and very much staring at your chest.
You look down and then back up at her, and she gives you a smug look of satisfaction. From what? Who knows, you believed you’d never understand these rich people.
Joshua is beside you, listening closely as his best friends make his claims clear for a fair share with the gang. That included the finances, a possible ranch to stay in, and food.
“I need your help,” Daniela mouths toward you, and you look down at the three who are having a very serious meeting. You don’t know what to think at the moment, but as the family's princess, it seems like she can do whatever she wants, pulling you out of the room despite her father’s words of disapproval behind her.
She just about drags you up the large staircase, down a hallway that echoes, into a bedroom with several light blue accents everywhere. The lavender and lemon scent is pungent, and it makes you feel quite relaxed.
Daniela whips around quickly, facing you, and you’re completely lost. Your thoughts stall out somewhere between the hallway and the door clicking shut behind you. You’re still standing stiff, hands at your sides, trying to understand why your chest feels tight all of a sudden.
She sees it. In the way you freeze and how your eyes flicker, unsure. Still, she moves anyway, not being able to help herself.
Her hands come up to your face, thumbs brushing your jaw, and then she’s kissing you. Her lips crash into yours with all the impatience she’s clearly been holding back.
It’s awkward at first. Your mouth barely reacts, your mind stuck on the fact that she dragged you away from a room full of people who would absolutely not approve of this. The kiss lingers anyway, parting just slightly.
When you don’t move, she feels the humbling feeling crash over her.
Daniela pulls back, just a little, her hands slipping from your face. She looks down, breath uneven now, embarrassment creeping in.
“I apologize,” she says quietly. “I shouldn’t have done th—”
You don’t even let her finish.
Your hand whips up fast, gripping the back of her neck, pulling her back into you before she can overthink it. You kiss her again, harder this time, as something snaps you back into place. Her breath stutters against your mouth, a soft sound that goes straight through you.
Her lips are plush, warm, giving in easily as you press closer. Your other hand slides to her waist, fingers digging in just enough to feel the shape of her, and she reacts instantly, body flushing against yours.
The kiss turns slower, heavier, your mouths moving together without thinking. You feel her chest press against you, feel the way she clutches at your vest, knuckles brushing your skin through the fabric. She tastes sweet, faintly floral, and it makes your head spin.
You had no idea what would happen after this, but you knew you were here. So why not make the most of it?
She pulls you forward, falling back into her bed, and she lies back with a happy smile on her face. Her beauty seems to put you in a craze as her wavy locks sprawl out on the bedsheets, her brown eyes boring into yours.
Daniela bites her lip as you stare at her, and you can no longer help yourself. All control is out the window.
Your weight rests above her, kneeling on the bed as you kiss her. Her hands run up your back, and you quickly fiddle with the four buttons of your vest, needing more freedom to do as you please.
You weren’t going to turn down a beautiful woman who clearly wants you, so you’d do your best to please her.
She flings your vest off once it falls off your arms, and she shoves you back. Feisty little thing, but she needs to, as she slowly unravels the laces of her dress. She turns around, letting the dress fall onto the ground, and you're blessed with the view of her behind in silk underwear.
Once she turns to face you, her bare breasts are on full display, and you rake your fingers through your hair as you stare at the sight.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” you mumble, and Daniela giggles, pulling you down to the bed once again. Yet this time, she’s flipped you underneath her, straddling your waist. Her siren-like eyes just make you a mess, and you pull her down.
Her lips hover over yours as she looks at your eyes, then your lips, making you groan. “You best stop lookin’ at me like that.” Your thick accent elicits a giggle she can’t help, but you raise your knee, brushing against her covered core, and she moans.
“Holy shit,” She mumbles, giving you slow pecks around your mouth.
As it seems to please her, you grip her waist, moving her every once in a while against your thigh. The friction had her underwear dampening as you slowly feel it seep onto your leg.
Her little moans make you chuckle, “I haven’t even done nothin’ yet, and your mouths already sinning.”
Your words make her groan, and you slide her beside you, taking her in as you strip off your long-sleeve shirt. Daniela expected your obviously strong frame, but holy hell, not everything else. You have several healed wounds, some of which looked like they were from knives, and some were clearly from bullets.
But the thing that clearly catches her eye is the brand on your collarbone. It isn’t too big, a tiny wing that resembles that of an eagle.
She sits up, her dainty fingers trailing against your left collarbone, barely grazing it. “What does it stand for?”
You look down as her finger traces the print, getting used to the feeling of someone touching it for the first time. You let out a cough to cover how vulnerable it made you feel, “It stands for Liberty… our crew.”
It’s been there on your body for so long, you forget it exists, but it’s your sign of loyalty to Vernon and the family. A tradition that started years after the crew became what it is today.
“It’s beautiful,” the words escape Daniela’s lips in a whisper, and she gives it a delicate kiss before looking up at you.
Your hands brush her cheek, sweeping strands of hair away, and you give her peppered kisses. “You're beautiful,” you admit, and the sincerity of it has Daniela aching for more.
“Please, touch me, Y/n,” she whines, leaning back on her elbows and spreading her legs. The invitation has you hungry, as you kiss her breasts. A breathy moan escapes her lips as you suck on one and fondle with the other.
“God, help me,” You mumble against them and continue to suck. Your fingers travel down her midriff, passing her soft undergarments, where you feel her supple thighs in your touch.
You fidget with the hem of her panties, and your warm touch has Daniela melting into her bed.
“More, please~.”
The sound of her voice feels like music to your ears, encouraging you to slip the underwear off, leaving her bare underneath you.
Her pussy, fully flaunting in front of you, glistening in the lights of her chandelier. “You're gonna get me in trouble,” you tell her in a low voice, kneeling as you inch closer to her core. You tug at her thighs, moving her closer, and give a small lick, and a whimper comes out.
The first taste is electrifying, feeling like a jolt that goes straight to your core. Her whimper is a broken sound that fuels you. You flatten your tongue and drag it slowly through her folds, collecting her arousal on your tongue. She’s sweet, and so fucking wet for you. You groan against her, the vibration making her hips jerk.
“Y/n,” she gasps, her hands flying to your hair, her fingers tangling in the strands. She holds onto you, just letting you devour her.
You take your time, exploring every inch of her with your tongue. You circle her clit, teasing the swollen bud with light, flicking touches that make her squirm and whine. Her thighs begin to tremble around your head, her soft skin pressing against your ears, blocking out the world and the desperate sounds she’s making. You dip your tongue inside her, fucking her with it shallowly, just enough to make her crave something more.
“Please,” she begs, her voice high and breathy. “Please, Y/n… more.”
You grant her wish, sealing your lips around her clit and sucking hard. At the same time, you slide one finger inside her, her heat immediately gripping you, sucking you in deeper. She’s so tight, so slick. You pump it in and out slowly, before adding a second. She clenches around them as you curl them upwards, searching for that special spot that will make her see stars.
A sharp cry tears from her throat, and her back arches off the bed. You establish a steady rhythm, your fingers pumping in and out as your tongue works her clit. You can feel her getting closer, her muscles tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. The grip she has on your hair tightens, a silent, desperate plea for release.
Just as you feel her teetering on the edge, you pull your mouth away. She cries out in frustration, a desperate, needy sound. “No, please… don’t stop.”
“Shhh,” you murmur, your voice husky. You slow the movement of your fingers, almost to a stop, just barely teasing that spot inside her. “Not yet. I want to hear you beg for it. Tell me how much you need it.”
“Please, Y/n, I need it so bad,” she whimpers, her hips bucking, trying to chase the friction you’ve denied her. “I’ll do anything, please, let me come for you. I need to come for you.”
Satisfied, you lower your head again. “Good girl,” you praise, before sealing your lips back over her clit and sucking with more intensity. Your fingers pick up their punishing pace, driving into her over and over.
That’s all it takes, and a shattered cry of your name, she breaks. Her whole body convulsed, a wave of pleasure crumbling over her. Her pussy pulses around your fingers, cumming as she rides out the intensity of her orgasm. You don't stop, lapping at her, drawing out every bit you can, leaving her a panting mess beneath you.
Slowly, you pull back, your face slick with her. You look up at her from between her thighs. Her eyes are closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly, a beautiful, blissed-out wreck. You press a soft kiss to her inner thigh, a possessive and gentle gesture. “You look so pretty when you cum for me,” you whisper. Her eyes flutter open, hazy and full of adoration.
“Now, turn over. I’m not done with you yet.”
A soft, whining protest escapes her lips, but she’s too restless to argue. With a shaky breath, she does as you say, rolling onto her stomach. You can't help but admire the view.
The elegant curve of her spine, the dip of her waist, the perfect ass presented to you. You run a possessive hand down her back, feeling her shiver under your touch.
“On your knees, princess,” you command, your voice a low rumble. “Arch your back for me. Let me see that pretty pussy.”
She obeys instantly, pushing herself up onto her knees and resting her cheek on the mattress. The position leaves her completely exposed, glistening and swollen from your earlier attention. It’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. You kneel behind her, not giving her any warning before you plunge two fingers back inside her.
She cries out, her body lurching forward at the suddenness. You set a brutal pace, your fingers pumping into her hard and fast, the wet, slapping sounds filling the room. Your free hand comes down to grip her ass, your fingers digging into her soft skin.
“Fuck, look at you,” you pant, leaning over her, your chest pressing against her back. You nuzzle your face into her hair, inhaling her scent as you continue to fuck her with your hand. “So desperate for it. Taking my fingers so well.”
Her moans are constant now, a string of incoherent pleas. You can feel her body already tensing, winding up for another release. You curl your fingers, pressing hard against that sensitive spot deep inside her, and she screams.
“Tell me, Daniela,” you whisper right against her ear, your voice a dangerous purr.
“What would your dear old dad think if he walked through that door right now? If he saw his precious princess, all spread out and dripping on my fingers? Such a mess for someone like me.”
The words make her sob, a mixture of shame and pure lust. It’s exactly what you wanted. The thought of being caught, of being so filthy for you in her own pristine bedroom, pushes her over the edge.
“Y/n, I— I can’t—” she chokes out, her entire body going rigid.
“Yes, you can,” you growl, your fingers moving impossibly faster. “Cum for me. Right now.”
A yelp is torn from her throat as her pussy clamps down on your fingers. Her whole body shakes violently, her arms giving out as she collapses onto the bed, but you hold her hips up, forcing her to take it as you milk every last spasm from her. You don’t stop until she’s utterly spent, a whimpering, trembling puddle on the silk sheets.
Finally, you slowly withdraw your fingers. You lean down and press a final, gentle kiss to the base of her spine, a stark contrast to the roughness from moments before. You pull the discarded blanket over her trembling form, tucking her in. “My beautiful girl,” you murmur, a final, possessive whisper in the quiet room.
The air in the room is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a stark contrast to the lavender and lemon that usually fills Daniela’s chambers. You shift off the bed, your muscles aching in a satisfying way, and grab a washcloth from the basin by her dresser.
You wet it with the cool water and return to her side, gently wiping her clean. She flinches at the first touch, oversensitive, but then melts into your care, her eyes closed and a contented sigh on her lips.
You take your time, your movements tender. You clean the sweat from her brow, the tear tracks from her cheeks, and the slickness from her thighs. It’s an intimate act, softer and more profound than the rough passion that just transpired. Once she’s clean, you help her sit up, your hands steadying her. You find a simple, elegant silk robe and help her into it, tying the sash at her waist before pulling on your own discarded clothes, buckling your belt, and adjusting your collar.
“Ready?” you ask, your voice low.
She nods, her cheeks still flushed, but her eyes are clear. She takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders, the rich heiress once more.
You take her hand and lead her from the room, down the grand, sweeping staircase. The sound of your boots on the polished marble is the only thing that betrays your outlaw status. As you enter the large living room, the scene is almost surreal. Vernon, Joshua, and Mr. Avanzini are settled in plush armchairs near a crackling fireplace, glasses of amber whiskey in their hands, laughing like old friends. They look up as you enter, their smiles widening.
“Ah, there she is!” Mr. Avanzini booms, his voice warm. He gestures with his glass towards a crystal decanter on the side table. “Y/n, my dear! Come, have a drink with us. You’ve earned it.”
“Thank you, sir. Don’t mind if I do,” you say with a charming grin, accepting the glass he pours for you. You take a slow sip, the smooth burn of the whiskey a welcome comfort.
You let the conversation flow for a few more minutes before you set your glass down. “If you’ll all excuse me, I’m just gonna step out for a smoke.”
You slip through the tall doors onto the open acres of land. The night air is cool after the rain, a welcoming change from the warmth inside. You lean against the large stone column, pulling a rolled cigarette from your pocket and striking a match. The door opens behind you, and Daniela joins you, closing it softly.
“Hiding from them?” she asks, a playfulness in her voice that wasn’t there before.
“Just need some air,” you say, taking a long drag. You watch her from the corner of your eye.
She’s different now, away from her father’s gaze. The intrigue in her eyes has been replaced by this flirty confidence. She steps closer, her hand coming to rest on your left forearm, her thumb stroking your sleeve.
“I like this side of you,” you admit, your voice dropping lower.
“I like the side of you that makes me not afraid of being me,” she counters, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight.
She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear. “When can I have you again?”
You close your eyes for a moment, her words a temptation you desperately want to succumb to. But reality crashes back in. You turn your head to look at her, your expression serious.
“Daniela… this has to be a secret.”
Her smile falters, a flicker of hurt in her eyes. “A secret?”
“For now,” you say gently, taking her hand in yours. “You know the situation now. My crew, we just started working with your father. Things are… new. Vernon wouldn’t like it, and I can’t risk this partnership for him. Not yet.”
The disappointment is clear on her face, but she’s a practical girl. She understands the politics of her world better than anyone. She lets out a soft sigh, her shoulders slumping just a little. “I know,” she concedes, her voice barely a whisper. “I don’t like it, but I know.” She looks up at you, her gaze unwavering. “But it won’t be forever, will it?”
You squeeze her hand, a silent promise. “Maybe… maybe not.”
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warnings: drinking, ppl get drunk not yn this time tho
conan, olivia and yn were all squished into the back of an uber, despite the fact that yn had argued for the fact that he wouldn't be drinking. olivia had muttered something about him not coming home with them before conan quickly changed the topic. yn didn't pay them much mind, as they were always like this, muttering about things then letting yn into the conversation when they knew he'd actually find it interesting.
the uber dropped them off at a small house and yn was momentarily confused until he noticed the bright red mustang parked closest to the door. the three of them climbed out of the car and thanked the driver.
they hadn't even stepped into the driveway before dani swung the door open. "guys!" she called, brushing her hair out of her face. "come in come in." she made an 'come here' gesture. olivia was the first to break from the trio as she sped walked towards the door, catching both of the boys as she passed them. they filed through the door single file, making sure to take off their shoes. olivia said something about going to see sophia while conan said he was going to look for lara. leaving yn with dani. "they left fast." dani muttered closing the door behind yn and looking up at him. "how did midterms go?" she asked softly, taking his jacket from him.
he hummed and adjusted his attack on titan graphic t, "was good, average grade of about 85%." he supplied, following dani through the house towards where the rest of the party was. "it's actually lowkey this time." he joked, grabbing on of what he assumed was his blue gatorade.
dani laughed, walking past lara and conan. when yn passed them, lara flashed the boy a smile then a smirk. yn shook his head playfully and continued to follow the latina. "it was jonah's fault last time and he wasn't." dani commented with a laugh.
yn nodded, rounding the corner out of the kitchen into the living room where everyone else was sat, yoonchae and megan both waved at him enthusiastically and he returned the favour. it didn't take long for dani and yn to settle on the second love seat, dani sat down first and patted beside her, giving yn a sign. he sat down on the opposite side of the couch, opening his gatorade. then dani's legs landed across his lap and he thought for a moment. with a soft sigh he placed his hands on her calves and pulled them closer to his body. "i need to remember to thank mei for the blue gatorade."
dani looked at him for a moment. " that was me." she said softly, as if she was showing something important to her.
yn let his eyes move over toward hers. "you remembered?" he asked softly, his voice cracking softly.
dani nodded, it was small and almost unnoticeable but yn was good at noticing those things about dani. he carefully rubbed her thigh in a soothing manner, purposefully ignoring the blush that flushed dani's face and whatever heat had taken over his own.
the two of them sat in that odd in between worlds for a few minutes, or maybe it was an hour. yn wasn't sure, all he remember is the way dani would light up when he referred back in her choreo, as if she thought he hadn't been listening. or the way her eyes would drift from his when he began to talk about comic books. he remembered the way her honey eyes would sparkle, and he made sure to count the freckles covering the bridge of her nose. yn made sure to memorize the details that had brought him comfort while he'd been uncomfortable these last few months.
it was yoonchae who burst said bubble. she'd thrown a pillow in between them and laughed so loudly when it just barely missed yn's head. dani whipped her head around in response and opened her mouth to say something before she stopped. the anger that had formed quickly, fled from her face just as fast.
"we're playing truth or dare, come on love birds join us." megan sang slightly.
dani glanced at yn then back at the group. then suddenly yn was pushing her legs off of his carefully. "it can't hurt." he muttered as he offered her his hand.
she took it and yn felt that comfort he'd felt all those months ago at that first party again. he looked at the group with a small smile, things had certainly changed but definitely for the better.
yn and dani settled between lara and manon, lara on yn's side and manon on dani's. the first few rounds were normal, someone had dared megan to prank call mateo (whoever that was), to which sophia shut it down, then lara forced sophia to recount when she first fell in love with mateo (sophia's boyfriend if yn had any deductive reasoning). then manon had the bottle spun to dani.
"truth or dare." manon wiggled her eyebrows and dani groaned, leaning more towards yn who automatically adjusted the way he was sitting so she could lean against him properly.
"dare.." dani let out slowly.
manon glanced around the room and let a wicked grin cross over her face. "sit on yn's lap." she snickered out.
dani didn't respond for a moment, she glanced at yn who just gave her a small smile. eventually she closed the gap and sat on the edge of his thigh stiffly. after a moment or two, yn got uncomfortable so he gripped her waist, and pulled her into the middle of his lap. he then wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.
the rest of the party let out soft aws and dani settled into her new seat.
the game of truth or dare continued for a while longer, dani never moved from her spot on yn's lap and yn never asked her to move, because honestly the boy was comfortable.
then it was megan's turn and her spin of the bottle landed on yn. the younger girl didn't even think about it before she spoke. "truth or dare."
yn hesitated, he could see that megan wanted dare, she wanted him to do whatever she had in her brain and he honestly was willing to let her get her way. "dare meiyok."
yoonchae giggled, "oooooh" she let out while softly hitting megan out of excitement.
megan joined in the giggling before making eye contact with dani. "yn give dani a kiss." yn's brain short circuited momentarily. "on the lips."
dani was about to launch into a strongly worded speech about how that was pushing a boundary before yn grabbed her jaw and angled her face towards his.
then he kissed her, softly and squarely on the lips.
he pulled away after a moment but didn't take his eyes off of dani who still hadn't opened her eyes. in that moment, everything in yn's heart and brain clicked into place. he liked dani, more than just friends, more like he wanted to wake up beside her each day and wanted to hear all about the annoying freshman who didn't understand why dani was in charge yet. yn wanted it all, he wanted the full boyfriend package.
while yn was making that decision, dani glared at megan and forced herself out of yn's grip. yn was brought back when he felt dani leaving his lap. he watched her storm out to the patio and without thinking, the boy was scrambling to his feet. he didn't even speak to the rest of the group just followed dani into the cold night.
dani didn't react when he opened the door, nor did she when he closed it behind them. he moved to stand beside her, deciding that dani could speak if she wanted to but yn wasn't going to force her.
"they know how i feel about you." dani muttered, playing with a strand of her hair. "they know what that would have done to me. megan still did it. she knows you don't feel the same way."
"jonah says you don't like roses because you think their cliche."
"right now is not the time to try and get me back with jonah." dani said coldly.
"he made a point of tell me to get you those things when we went out. told me to show interest in your car and to pay attention to your choreo. it all seemed like very simple ways to get a girl to notice you but then i realized what he was doing."
dani looked at yn oddly. "what?"
"it's the small things, not the big gestures that get someone to love you. it's the noticing the small things and working with them. for example," yn stepped towards dani. "you like to ballroom dance more than any other dance form because it reminds you of your parents. you speak spanish to yourself in the mirror so you don't forget it and get really excited when someone speaks even a miniscule of it. you feel very proud of your red mustang because it was the first big purchase you made."
he took another step forwards and gestured over his shoulder, towards the inside of the house. "those girls in there are the closest things to sibling you've ever had and you would do anything for them. you act scary but you're actually one of the sweetest people anyone's ever met." he took another step forwards and pulled dani into a hug. "should i go on?" he asked softly teasing the latina. he feels her shake her head against his chest.
"jonah saw something i didn't, he saw the way i looked for you in every school mandated event, the way i looked at you when i was near you." he moved his hands from her hips to her jaw, lifting her face up to look at him. "i found comfort in you when opaline was tearing everything away. i thought of you when she stood too close. god, everyone except me could see it and for that i'm sorry. but i'm here now, and if you'd allow me, i'd love to give you a proper kiss."
dani had started to cry, she let out a wet 'yeah' as she wrapped her arms around yn's neck. he happily pulled her in and kissed her for a second time that night. it lasted longer and it was somehow softer than the one from earlier but yn nor dani cared.
they also didn't care that they could hear their friends cheering just inside the glass sliding door.
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