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𝓢𝒖𝒃𝒕𝒍𝒆 & 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕, 𝓓.𝓐.

♱ 𝒚𝒕 𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒐; daniela’s a passionate woman, and the thrill of getting caught showing it really flicks a switch in her

♱ 𝒄𝒘; 7th member au!r, horned-up!dani, touchy!dani

𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆, pt. one, two, three

𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝑪𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝑨𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒀𝒐𝒖

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆ clip one: [ tiktok ] doing shit w dani (@katseye)

“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

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆ clip two: [ yt video ] katseye’s routine (@glossier)

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. “

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆ clip three: [ weverse ] making gnarly sandwiches

“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

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆ clip four: [ weverse ] roommates hanging out

“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?