sophia’s husband

summary: daniela is one of the most popular girls at school, and you’ve been painfully in love with her from a distance since the start. after you’ve grown closer, you only fall deeper.

warnings: angst, fluff, slowburn, popular! dani x loser!femreader trope.

a/n: this is a bit long sorry, and rushed at the end😞 it’s also the third and final part of the series! (part 1 and part 2 here). thank you guys for all the support 💞💞

tags: @luluvrs @miagamegirl @cleoisbroke @baylara @avanzinimoon @danielasleftpinkytoe0471 @meganswhxre @babyhumanoidpsychicnerd @tehesamueltehe @lovelee4u @gayforher

the days on the trip blur together quickly.

on the second day, you visit a museum. you get split into pairs again, discussing and analyzing different works.

suddenly it’s the last day. it’s quieter and slower than the others.

there’s less structure. more wandering on your own, being able to choose how to spend the day mostly for yourself.

you find a small shop near where you’re staying.

it’s a typical souvenir store, but containing a big selection with older objects and higher prices.

it has postcards, jewelry, paintings, keychains, and even snowglobes.

you quickly walk inside.

after walking around for a while, not really knowing what you’re looking for, something catches your eye.

a silver necklace with a star charm on it. it’s simple, but it reminds you of her in a way you can’t quite explain.

you hesitate.

this feels like crossing a line. like making something real that you’ve been trying so hard to keep contained.

but then you think about her always being kind to you. for still making you feel included in every situation or event, even if she doesn’t need to.

you buy it before you can talk yourself out of it.

as you walk out of the shop, complete in your own world, daniela walks out from the store next to the souvenir shop.

“y/n! there you are.” daniela smiles as she spots you.

“holy shi-“ you flinch slightly, not expecting to see her.

you quickly hide the necklace box in your bag before she can see it, and pull down your headphones that you were wearing.

“uhm, yeah! hi dani.” you mumble awkwardly as you give her a small smile.

wow. “real smooth, loser” you think to yourself.

you hope she can’t see that your face just got 1000 degrees hotter.

daniela chuckles gently as she sees you fiddle nervously, but she decides not to bring it up.

thank god.

“so… what did you buy?” she asks, nodding towards your bag.

“oh, it’s just a souvenir. i usually buy them every time i’m at a new place.” you explain shortly.

it’s a bad lie. you know it.

daniela narrows her eyes, not really believing what you’re saying, but deciding not to push.

“cool. we’re leaving soon, so i just wanted to tell you.” she says kindly. “don’t want you to get lost or anything.”

your expression softens at that. “thank you.” you murmur.

she always took you into consideration, in a way no one has really done before. it makes your heart melt.

—

you carry the necklace with you for hours, tucked safely in your bag, your heart beating a little too fast every time you remember it’s there.

every time you think you’re ready to give it to her, you coward out completely.

it’s so frustrating.

you know friends give each other gifts all the time. daniela probably wouldn’t think too much about it.

but to you, this meant more than just a gift. it would be the closest you came to a confession, and you knew that.

that’s what makes everything so difficult.

you’re not ready to sacrifice your friendship just for her to reject you. it would be too embarrassing.

so you wait.

of course you do.

—

unfortunately for you, it only gets more difficult to hold in your feelings for her after the trip.

it keeps spilling out still in ways you don’t want to.

it makes you even more scared that daniela will figure out that you like her. maybe she even already has.

it’s driving you more insane by the second.

of course you were stupid enough to fall for one of the most popular girls at university, only by her giving you the smallest bits of attention.

you groan into your pillow.

how are you gonna solve this?

—

the next weeks campus is filled with posters and announcements about the spring formal.

everyone just calls it prom.

and suddenly the entire university is talking about dresses and suits and dates.

you try not to think about it. you fail. obviously.

especially because daniela is going.

which means somebody will definitely ask her.

daniela’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts as you’re about to leave the classroom.

“hey, wait up. are you going to prom?”

you turn around once you hear the question, seeing daniela looking almost hopeful.

“oh uh, i- i’m not sure. maybe.” you try to act like you don’t care, but it just comes out nervously.

of course. you can’t even talk normally around her.

“what? come on, it’ll be fun. and you can stay with me and my friends if you want.” she offers gently.

the second she asks in that tone, you know you’re done for. because what is there at this point that you wouldn’t do for her?

“okay. i’ll be there.” you nod, smiling softly as her expression basically lights up.

you’d do anything to see her smile like that.

—

the night of prom arrives.

you nearly don’t go.

you spend forty minutes staring at your dress. another twenty staring at the necklace hidden in your drawer.

the little silver star.

the one you’ve carried around for weeks, that you never gave her despite wanting to multiple times.

your stomach twists.

you want to leave it behind, but then you remember that you aren’t probably going to get better chances than this one of giving it to her.

so you tuck it carefully in your purse before leaving.

when you arrive, the ballroom is already full.

there’s music playing, pretty lights, and students everywhere.

your heart is racing.

your eyes wander across the room, suddenly feeling nervous because of all the people who were there.

but then, you see her.

daniela is standing across the room, wearing a dark dress that catches the light every time she moves, smiling at something her friend is saying.

you’re not sure if you’ve seen a more beautiful sight.

somehow, she still takes your breath away. even now. even after everything.

her hazel eyes eventually meet yours, noticing you staring.

you probably look ridiculous right now.

daniela’s expression softens in a way that nearly undoes you. she’s looking at you in a way that is hard not to read into.

she smiles gently as she waves you over to where her and her friends are standing.

you hesitantly walk towards her, eventually stopping in front of her and standing there a bit awkwardly.

“hi.” you say softly, giving her friends a shy nod before your eyes land on daniela again.

to your surprise, daniela gently wraps her arms around you and answers “hi.”

the hug only lasts a couple of seconds, but you feel her touch lingering and your cheeks probably being bright pink.

after you get introduced to her 5 friends: sophia, manon, lara, megan and yoonchae.

“nice to meet you y/n. we’ve heard a lot about you.” manon says kindly, making daniela give her a slight elbow to the side.

you just laugh.

—

later that night, after all the dances, you and daniela are finally alone.

you went outside after daniela asked to get some air. she noticed you getting overwhelmed.

now the two of you are standing beneath strings of lights in the courtyard, the night air cool against your skin.

there’s a comfortable moment of silence before you decide to break it.

“you look really pretty tonight.” you utter out, barely being able to take your eyes off her.

daniela’s face lights up slightly. “thank you. you do too.” she compliments softly.

“thank you.” you reply, smiling shyly.

you fiddle slightly with your fingers, hesitating even though you’ve planned this for weeks.

“uhm… i actually have something for you.” you finally admit.

daniela meets your gaze, her eyes widening slightly.

“for me?” she asks softly, clearly not expecting it.

you nod lightly before reaching for the necklace box, giving it to her with slightly shaky hands.

daniela notices. of course she does.

your fingers brush as she takes the box, and for a moment, she reaches out and gently steadies your hand with hers.

she slowly opens up the box, seeing the necklace with the silver star.

for a long time there’s just silence. she doesn’t say anything.

it makes your heart beat even faster.

what if it’s too much?

what if she doesn’t like it at all?

what if-

“you got me a necklace?” daniela asks quietly, snapping you out of your thoughts.

you hesitantly look up at daniela, her expression unreadable.

there’s no way out of this now. you can’t lie to her again.

“yeah. i… i bought it on the trip, but i was too scared to give it to you. i’m sorry.” you sigh out, embarrassed.

you take daniela’s silence as a sign to keep going.

“i really like you, dani. i have for months. so i guess i’m sorry for not telling you too.” you continue sadly.

you’re not used to confessing to people. you usually keep it inside, and when you finally start talking, everything just comes out.

now is no exception.

“i didn’t mean to fall for you. you’re just so kind to everyone, and beautiful and i-i couldn’t help it. i don’t expect anything from you though. i get it if it’s too much-“

your rambling gets interrupted by daniela suddenly kissing you.

even if you’ve imagined it so many times, it doesn’t feel like what you thought it would.

her lips are warm and soft, gently moving against yours like she’s afraid to break you if she kisses too hard.

you stand there frozen kissing her back, until your body catches up to what’s happening and melts into the kiss completely.

your arms wrap around her, sighing softly into the kiss.

some moments later, both of you pull away slightly, your breathing heavier.

you can’t stop smiling, and your cheeks are flushed.

daniela seems to be in the same state as you.

“i like you too. of course i do.” daniela murmurs, resting her forehead against yours.

“you’re so sweet to me… i tried to push down my feelings, but you make it really hard.” she confesses.

you can’t help but let out a disbelieving laugh. “i had no idea you felt the same way.”

daniela shakes her head, laughing too at the absurdity of the whole situation.

“i’m glad we cleared it up at least.” she smiles as she places a small kiss on your cheek.

summary: daniela is one of the most popular girls at school, and you’ve been painfully in love with her from a distance since the start. what happens when you have a school trip together?

warnings: angst, a little fluff, slowburn, popular! dani x loser!femreader trope.

a/n: this is the second part of the series! (part 1 here). hope you guys like, i’ll try to finish writing the third part quickly :)

tags: @luluvrs @miagamegirl @cleoisbroke @baylara @avanzinimoon @danielasleftpinkytoe0471 @meganswhxre @babyhumanoidpsychicnerd @tehesamueltehe @lovelee4u

when the project ends, you’re sure you and daniela won’t talk anymore.

she has her own life outside of you, her own friend group and other stuff that is more important than you. you know that. people drift apart all the time.

but to your surprise, daniela doesn’t let that happen.

she starts saving you a seat in class. she walks with you across campus. she texts you. she even eats lunch in the cafeteria with you sometimes.

one day, when you’re walking back to campus, your hands brush. neither of you pulls away immediately.

it’s barely anything. just your fingers grazing hers as you walk side by side. but the contact lingers for half a second too long to be accidental.

you feel it everywhere.

she doesn’t say anything. neither do you. but when you glance at her, her expression is unreadable. thoughtful, almost. like she’s wondering something too.

you don’t understand it. why does she keep choosing you?

—

other people start noticing it too.

it’s subtle at first. a glance here, a raised eyebrow there. the way her friends look between the two of you when you walk up together.

one day, you’re standing beside her after class when a girl from her friend group, sophia, smiles knowingly.

“you’ve been stealing her from us.” she teases kindly.

you freeze.

daniela just rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling. “i’m allowed to have other friends.”

other friends. the word friends lands softly. gently. like something that shouldn’t hurt, but still does.

you nod and smile slightly, pretending it doesn’t settle in your chest.

—

the weeks pass quickly after that, and it only becomes more and more unbearable to try and hide your feelings from daniela.

you can’t help it.

if she forgot to take notes one day in class, you immediately send yours.

if she doesn’t understand a reading, you help her with it by explaining.

if she’s cold, you’re quick to give her your sweater.

“you’re actually an angel.” she murmurs thankfully one time while you’re on call, studying for a test together.

you barely get any sleep that night.

—

when you think it can’t get any worse, your professor announces a class trip.

it’s only for two days, over the weekend, but still it makes your heart beat a little faster.

the first activity starts almost immediately after you arrive.

your professor gathers everyone outside the building, talking about observation, documentation, and engaging critically with the environment.

you try to listen. you really do. but daniela is standing next to you, wearing your hoodie, sleeves pulled over her hands.

you can’t focus on anything else.

luckily for you, your professor doesn’t talk for long and instead gives you tasks you need to work on. pairs, once again.

at one point, you stop near a small outdoor installation: something abstract, layered with text and images.

you start analyzing it out loud without thinking.

daniela watches you instead of the piece.

“you should talk more in class.” she says suddenly.

you blink. “what?”

“like this.” she gestures slightly toward you. “you have so much to say that people should hear.”

you shake your head quickly. “i’m fine.”

“i mean it. you’re smart.” she says, softer now.

as usual, you don’t know what to say to that.

after an hour or so, there’s a group discussion.

everyone gathers in a loose circle, sitting on cold benches, notebooks in their laps.

you stay quiet. you always do.

until…

“what do you think?” he asks. your head snaps up.

the professor is looking at you. your stomach drops.

“um…” you start quietly, suddenly forgetting every thought inside your head.

before you can panic completely, there’s a small nudge against your knee.

daniela.

you glance at her. she’s already looking at you, expression steady. encouraging.

“you were explaining it earlier.” she says gently. “the thing about layered messaging?”

your heart is pounding as you swallow, slowly starting to speak.

you explain the idea you told her earlier, your voice still soft but clearer now, more certain.

when you finish, there’s a brief pause until the professor nods.

“good. that’s a strong observation.” he praises, a little impressed and surprised.

heat rushes to your face as you look down quickly.

“see? i told you.” daniela whispers eventually, nudging your foot lightly.

—

the afternoon is lighter. less structured.

you’re given time to wander and have some free time for a while.

you and daniela walk side by side without a clear direction.

close enough that your hands brush every few steps. neither of you pulls away.

“i liked what you said earlier.” she says after a while, breaking the silence.

you shrug slightly, trying to bite back a smile. “it was nothing.”

“you always say that.” daniela mutters, a bit sadly.

you don’t respond. you don’t know how to explain that minimizing yourself feels safer than believing her.

after a few more minutes, you stop near the water close to a park.

it’s quieter, the sounds of the others fading into the background.

she leans against the railing, looking out. you stand beside her.

“can i ask you something?” daniela says.

your heart stutters as you softly nod. she turns slightly toward you.

“why do you act like you’re… less than you are?”

your brows furrow, slightly taken aback by her question. “i don’t—” you start.

“you do.” she interrupts gently. “you brush everything off. like none of it matters.”

you look down at your hands. you don’t know how to answer that.

because it’s easier to be small. because if you expect nothing, you can’t be disappointed. because wanting more, wanting her, feels like too much.

“i guess i just don’t like attention that much.” you sigh out.

she studies you, like she’s trying to see past that answer. like she knows it’s not the whole truth.

but she doesn’t push. not this time.

instead, she reaches out just slightly.

her hand reaches for yours, fingers brushing yours. it feels like everything.

you don’t look at her. you don’t trust yourself to.

“you deserve to take up space, you know.” she says quietly.

you don’t know if she means only in class, or in her life too.

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bye now xoxo

Omg this is so fun!!! (and fitting for pride month)🩵

Female: Renee Rapp - Tara Yummy - Bosco (Rupauls Drag Race)

Male: Matt Sturniolo - Owen Painter - Matthew Gray Gubler

female : tate mcrae, megan skiendiel, lola tung ( + sadie sink, emma watson )

male : chris and matt sturniolo, dylan o'brien, jude bellingham ( + tom holland , one direction, omar courtz ugh i have too many i want to put them all)

female ; madison beer + megan skiendiel & billie eilish ( i could put in so many others rest of the katseye girls , kendall jenner , hailee steinfeld , gracie abrams )

male ; matt sturniolo + jensen ackles & quentin grimes ( i got a thing for basketball guys HEHEH , jared Padalecki, drew starkey , charles leclerc )

female: my wife sophia laforteza, sabrina carpenter and my baby chaewon :) i have so so much more

male: conan gray, JAMESSSSS😛 and my husband mr harry styles:P

summary: daniela is one of the most popular girls at school, and you’ve been painfully in love with her from a distance since the start.

warnings: angst (with eventual fluff), slowburn, yearning, popular! dani x loser!femreader trope.

a/n: does anyone want the next part? 😛

i mostly wrote this for an anon (thank you for the request i hope you like it!! i’m sorry it took me this long to finish) and @luluvrs <33

you fall in love with daniela on a casual weekday.

it’s not dramatic. it’s not sudden. it builds up quietly, achingly.

it starts in the first week of university. you notice her in your psychology class laughing with her friends, hazel eyes lighting up with happiness and thick curls falling over her shoulders.

you told yourself it was just a small crush. that it would go away in a few days or weeks.

unfortunately ever since you’ve only fell deeper, sitting three rows behind her in class and having to watch her from afar.

even if you’ve never actually talked with her, you still felt like you already knew her.

from the start you’ve felt her presence draw you in, and you’ve noticed everything. how she makes everyone smile and feel included. how she speaks to others like she genuinely cares. how she holds the door open for everyone.

daniela knew everyone, and got invited everywhere. she was popular, but not in that mean way people can expect. she’s kind and sweet in a way that makes your chest feel too full.

you were the complete oposite: mostly focused on school, pretty awkward and shy in social situations, and you didn’t have too many friends.

to you it wasn’t a big deal. you liked the quiet life you had built.

until it came to daniela. she was the exception.

for once in your life it wasn’t enough to love someone like this. you wanted daniela to notice you.

—

your professor announces the project at the best possible time. only three weeks into the semester.

“in the next classes you’ll work on a project that’s gonna be presented by the end of next month. it’s a good opportunity to show competence and get to know each other better. you’ll work in pairs, i’ll choose them.” he informs casually.

your heart starts beating faster at that. you’ve never really liked group projects, mostly having to do all the work every time.

“y/n… and daniela.”

it feels like everything stops. your eyes widen, suddenly awfully aware of what this could mean.

daniela turns in her seat, scanning the room. her hazel eyes land on you.

to your surprise, she smiles. it’s small. polite. curious. it feels like being struck by lightning.

the first time you actually speak to her, is only a few days later. your voice trembles.

“hi.” you barely manage.

“hi.” she says back, softer than you expected. up close, she smells like something clean and warm. like laundry and vanilla.

“uhm… i guess we’re partners.” you mumble a bit awkwardly.

“i guess we are.” she smiles again, and it’s not the distant smile she gives acquaintances. it’s focused. it’s for you.

your chest aches. don’t read into it. don’t make this into something it’s not.

still, the feeling only grows stronger when you start studying together every day.

library afternoons. coffee runs. shared google docs. she starts saving you a seat in class. you start texting about the project, and then about other things.

she asks you questions about the project, about your major, about where you’re from. and she listens. really listens. nodding. maintaining eye contact like what you’re saying matters.

you’re not used to that. you’re used to fading into the background. being the quiet one. the sweet one. the easy one. but daniela treats your words like they’re something to hold.

—

the worst is when you start noticing more the way other people look at her.

the way a girl from her friend group loops an arm through hers. the way a guy in class leans a little too close when he talks to her. the way she smiles at them: warm, easy, effortless.

the same way she smiles at you. that’s the worst part, because she’s kind to everyone. you’re not special.

you try to remind yourself of that when she texts you at midnight and asks if you’re awake.

when you’re on call, and she whispers sleepily “i don’t know what i’d do without you”.

it never works. because how are you supposed to react, when what you feel is anything but casual?

—

it’s worse when the project presentation creeps closer, because this has an expiration date. you both know it.

once the class ends, what reason will she have to keep choosing you? she has friends. options. a life that doesn’t revolve around library tables and shared deadlines.

you have her. you hate how unbalanced and unfair that feels, even though you shouldn’t expect anything.

the night before you present, you’re both still in the library. it’s nearly empty.

she looks tired. her hair is messy. she’s wearing one of those oversized sweaters again, sleeves covering half her hands.

“can i be honest?” she asks suddenly.

your heart stutters. “yeah.” you nod.

“i was kind of nervous when i saw we were paired up.” she admits.

“oh.” you swallow.

“not in a bad way.” she rushes. “i just… i didn’t know you. and you’re quiet. i thought maybe you didn’t like me.”

“what?” you blink.

“you never talked to me. i figured i was just… not your type of person.” she shrugs, looking almost shy.

the irony is cruel. you’ve loved her in silence for weeks and she thought you disliked her.

“i didn’t talk to you because i was nervous.” you admit softly.

“nervous? why?” she asks, confused.

because you’re everything. because you’re bright and kind and i don’t know how to stand next to you without feeling small. you want to say it all, but it sounds stupid. too vulnerable admitting to someone you barely know.

“i’m just bad at starting conversations.” you say instead. it isn’t a lie, just not the whole truth either.

she studies you for a long moment. really studies you, like she’s doubting if you’re telling the truth.

“i’m glad we got paired up.” she says finally.

“me too.” you smile, even though it hurts.

—

presentation day comes and goes in a blur. the both of you wait outside the lecture room, your hands shaking slightly. you hope daniela doesn’t notice.

you both do well. the professor praises your analysis. she squeezes your arm when you sit down.

“we killed that.” she whispers, grinning. you pretend your chest doesn’t tighten at that.

after class, people crowd around her. congratulating. laughing. pulling her into their circle again.

you stand there awkwardly for a second too long before slipping out quietly. you don’t expect her to notice.

“hey!” you hear behind you. she’s jogging to catch up, bag bouncing against her hip.

“you were just going to leave?” she asks, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice.

“i figured you were busy.” you shrug lightly.

“i’m not too busy for you.” she frowns. it’s such a simple sentence, but it undoes you.

you look at her. for a terrifying second, you consider telling her everything. how you’ve been in love with her since the second week of class. how every smile feels like falling in love with her all over again. how you don’t know how to go back to being strangers. but the fear is louder than longing.

“so…” she says, a little softer now. “just because the project’s done doesn’t mean we stop talking. right?”

your heart feels like it’s gonna beat out of your chest. she’s giving you an opening to talk more and become a part of her life, instead of feeling invisible all the time.

“yeah… right.” you say with a short nod.