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wtf!? đđđ pt2 will be posted tomorrow guys
â â©âŹ âË. you get me so high â D.A



ËâĄËâ synopsis during a livestream, dani plays it cool when a comment hints at something between you two, but later itâs clear things arenât as simple as she lets on.
disclaimer daniela avanzini x 7th member!fem!reader, secret relationship (but thereâs actually no relationship), closeted dani, slight angst
currently playing: you get me so high - the neighbourhood

itâs not a relationship, well, not officially. itâs not something either of you ever said out loud.
not when she kisses you in dressing rooms and pretends nothing happened two hours later. just reapplies her lip gloss in the mirror and smiles at the others like her mouth wasnât just on yours.
not when you wake up with her legs tangled in yours, her head on your chest, and her voice sleepy and low as she mumbles, âthis doesnât count, right?â against your collarbone.
not when she lets you touch her like she belongs to you, but walks three feet ahead of you in the airport.
not when she tells you she thinks sheâd fall apart without you, but wonât say a word if anyone else walks into the room.
but you know better.
you feel it. you feel it when her hand finds yours under the table, small and quiet like it means nothing, but her pinky always hooks with yours like it remembers the way your spine arches when she kisses you slow.
you feel it when she waits for everyone to fall asleep and then slips into your bed, curls into your side like itâs instinct.
you feel it when she watches you during rehearsals instead of the mirror.
you feel it when she smiles like sheâs memorizing you, like itâs the last time. like sheâs always afraid sheâll have to forget.
no one talks about it, but the others know.
manon figured it out first. of course she did. she watches everything. she caught the way daniela looks at you when she thinks no oneâs paying attention. like sheâs trying not to want something she already has.
lara picked up on it soon after. she doesn't say anything, but her eyes follow the way you shift when dani enters a room, how your shoulders ease when her laugh finds you.
you donât bring it up. none of them do. you donât want to ruin whatever it is thatâs been building between you and dani. quiet. hidden. careful.
something sacred, maybe.
something no one else is supposed to see.
something that doesnât survive daylight.
â
the livestream is meant to be fun. it's just the four of you tonight. manon, lara, daniela, and you. youâre on the hotel couch in sweats and oversized hoodies, bare-faced and glowing from the stage high.
the lights are warm. the mood is easy. a bowl of popcorn rests between crossed legs. daniâs thigh presses lightly against yours, like she doesnât even realize it.
manonâs holding the phone. scrolling through comments. laughing. laraâs leaning into her side, chiming in with answers.
'whoâs the messiest member?' âlara, 100%,â dani says immediately. lara shrugs like she canât even deny it. âi contain multitudes.â
daniela leans into you a little more when she laughs, and you swear no one else notices the way her pinky curls around yours for just a second. itâs featherlight. subconscious. maybe. but it happens every time sheâs near.
âwhoâs the clingiest?â manon reads. âoh, thatâs you, dani.â
âshut up!â dani laughs, tossing a pillow at her. âiâm not clingy!â
"you literally follow her around like a puppy," lara says, tilting her chin toward you, her tone casual, like sheâs talking about the weather.
danielaâs cheeks flush. rosy-pink. she glances at you, but doesnât say anything. you try not to smile. try not to look too much like you want to press your mouth to her flushed skin.
and then, manon snorts, squinting at another comment. "wait, this one, âmy favourite lesbians đâ"
you donât even get the chance to smile. donât get the chance to laugh it off or lean your head into daniâs shoulder like you want to.
daniela cuts in too fast. too sharp. âpause. pause, pause.â
she waves her hand, grinning like sheâs playing around, like itâs lighthearted. "iâm straight."
silence.
it lands like a brick.
manon freezes mid-smile. laraâs shoulders stiffen. both of them glance between the two of you.
you can feel the blood drain from your face, but you donât move. you blink too fast, like thatâll keep your eyes from shining. your throat dries up before you can even think of something to say.
daniela doesnât look at you. not once.
she stays facing the camera, still wearing that half-smile like she didnât just gut you with five small words. like she didnât call your hands home last night.
you laugh, or something like it. a breath through your nose, short and fake. you donât trust your voice. you donât trust anything right now.
you shift just barely to the side. enough that your knees donât touch anymore. you fold your hands in your lap so she canât reach for them again.
you feel manonâs eyes on you. laraâs too.
they donât say anything. but you can feel it, they know.
they all do.
but daniela keeps smiling for the camera like it never meant anything.
â
after the stream, you donât speak. you get up first. slip away without a goodnight.
you go to your room and close the door. you press your forehead to it and breathe like youâre trying to hold the pieces of yourself together.
you donât cry. youâre used to this. this game. this silence. this pretending it doesnât hurt when she disappears the second someoneâs watching.
twenty minutes later, thereâs a knock.
soft. like she doesnât want to be heard.
you open it just enough to see her standing there in her hoodie, sleeves covering her hands, eyes tired. guilty.
âyou know i didnât mean it like that,â she says quietly.
your heart clenches. âdidnât mean it, or didnât mean to say it out loud?â
she flinches. your voice doesnât even rise, but it hits like a slap.
âi panicked,â she whispers.
you stare at her. the girl whoâs kissed you like youâre the only thing that makes her feel alive. the girl who touches your skin like sheâs trying to stay on this earth. âyou panicked and said that?â
her eyes drop to the floor. âi didnât want it to become a thing. you know how people are.â
your voice sharpens. âyeah. i do.â
you pause and watch her. the hoodie sleeves. the hands fidgeting with the hem. the mouth that knows every inch of your neck, now too scared to even say your name.
she looks up finally. her eyes are soft. watery. she opens her mouth. closes it.
"you get me so high." her voice cracks. "no one else does that to me."
your heart stumbles. because you believe her.
you always believe her.
and maybe thatâs the problem.
you close your eyes, grounding yourself. âyou said you were straight.â
she breathes out slowly, like it hurts. âi have to be.â
you meet her eyes again. tired. aching. âno, you chose to be. right then. in front of everyone.â
the silence is louder than anything she could say.
you wait.
you wait for her to do something. reach out., pull you close, tell you sheâs scared, but not enough to keep hurting you. tell you this means more.
but she doesnât.
she never does.
and thatâs what breaks you.
you shut the door. slow. soft. final.
you donât cry. not yet. you just crawl into bed and stare up at the ceiling.
you try not to think about how many times sheâs held you here. how many times sheâs kissed your wrist and whispered things she never says with the lights on.
you try not to wonder if sheâs still on the other side of the door, hands trembling, too afraid to love you where someone might see.
she gets you so high. but the fall,
the fall is always yours to survive alone.
a/n: nglâŠi thought billie bossa nova or twenties would winâŠoh how i was wrong
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i was at like 200 when i posted âmiss possessiveââŠthat number went up quick! idk why you guys chose to follow me, but thank you đđđđ

#soeyekonic#this was so quick#thank you đđ#all i write is angst and 300 ppl are tagging along for that đ#katseye#katseye x reader#katseye angst
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â â©âŹ âË. you get me so high â D.A



ËâĄËâ synopsis during a livestream, dani plays it cool when a comment hints at something between you two, but later itâs clear things arenât as simple as she lets on.
disclaimer daniela avanzini x 7th member!fem!reader, secret relationship (but thereâs actually no relationship), closeted dani, slight angst
currently playing: you get me so high - the neighbourhood

itâs not a relationship, well, not officially. itâs not something either of you ever said out loud.
not when she kisses you in dressing rooms and pretends nothing happened two hours later. just reapplies her lip gloss in the mirror and smiles at the others like her mouth wasnât just on yours.
not when you wake up with her legs tangled in yours, her head on your chest, and her voice sleepy and low as she mumbles, âthis doesnât count, right?â against your collarbone.
not when she lets you touch her like she belongs to you, but walks three feet ahead of you in the airport.
not when she tells you she thinks sheâd fall apart without you, but wonât say a word if anyone else walks into the room.
but you know better.
you feel it. you feel it when her hand finds yours under the table, small and quiet like it means nothing, but her pinky always hooks with yours like it remembers the way your spine arches when she kisses you slow.
you feel it when she waits for everyone to fall asleep and then slips into your bed, curls into your side like itâs instinct.
you feel it when she watches you during rehearsals instead of the mirror.
you feel it when she smiles like sheâs memorizing you, like itâs the last time. like sheâs always afraid sheâll have to forget.
no one talks about it, but the others know.
manon figured it out first. of course she did. she watches everything. she caught the way daniela looks at you when she thinks no oneâs paying attention. like sheâs trying not to want something she already has.
lara picked up on it soon after. she doesn't say anything, but her eyes follow the way you shift when dani enters a room, how your shoulders ease when her laugh finds you.
you donât bring it up. none of them do. you donât want to ruin whatever it is thatâs been building between you and dani. quiet. hidden. careful.
something sacred, maybe.
something no one else is supposed to see.
something that doesnât survive daylight.
â
the livestream is meant to be fun. it's just the four of you tonight. manon, lara, daniela, and you. youâre on the hotel couch in sweats and oversized hoodies, bare-faced and glowing from the stage high.
the lights are warm. the mood is easy. a bowl of popcorn rests between crossed legs. daniâs thigh presses lightly against yours, like she doesnât even realize it.
manonâs holding the phone. scrolling through comments. laughing. laraâs leaning into her side, chiming in with answers.
'whoâs the messiest member?' âlara, 100%,â dani says immediately. lara shrugs like she canât even deny it. âi contain multitudes.â
daniela leans into you a little more when she laughs, and you swear no one else notices the way her pinky curls around yours for just a second. itâs featherlight. subconscious. maybe. but it happens every time sheâs near.
âwhoâs the clingiest?â manon reads. âoh, thatâs you, dani.â
âshut up!â dani laughs, tossing a pillow at her. âiâm not clingy!â
"you literally follow her around like a puppy," lara says, tilting her chin toward you, her tone casual, like sheâs talking about the weather.
danielaâs cheeks flush. rosy-pink. she glances at you, but doesnât say anything. you try not to smile. try not to look too much like you want to press your mouth to her flushed skin.
and then, manon snorts, squinting at another comment. "wait, this one, âmy favourite lesbians đâ"
you donât even get the chance to smile. donât get the chance to laugh it off or lean your head into daniâs shoulder like you want to.
daniela cuts in too fast. too sharp. âpause. pause, pause.â
she waves her hand, grinning like sheâs playing around, like itâs lighthearted. "iâm straight."
silence.
it lands like a brick.
manon freezes mid-smile. laraâs shoulders stiffen. both of them glance between the two of you.
you can feel the blood drain from your face, but you donât move. you blink too fast, like thatâll keep your eyes from shining. your throat dries up before you can even think of something to say.
daniela doesnât look at you. not once.
she stays facing the camera, still wearing that half-smile like she didnât just gut you with five small words. like she didnât call your hands home last night.
you laugh, or something like it. a breath through your nose, short and fake. you donât trust your voice. you donât trust anything right now.
you shift just barely to the side. enough that your knees donât touch anymore. you fold your hands in your lap so she canât reach for them again.
you feel manonâs eyes on you. laraâs too.
they donât say anything. but you can feel it, they know.
they all do.
but daniela keeps smiling for the camera like it never meant anything.
â
after the stream, you donât speak. you get up first. slip away without a goodnight.
you go to your room and close the door. you press your forehead to it and breathe like youâre trying to hold the pieces of yourself together.
you donât cry. youâre used to this. this game. this silence. this pretending it doesnât hurt when she disappears the second someoneâs watching.
twenty minutes later, thereâs a knock.
soft. like she doesnât want to be heard.
you open it just enough to see her standing there in her hoodie, sleeves covering her hands, eyes tired. guilty.
âyou know i didnât mean it like that,â she says quietly.
your heart clenches. âdidnât mean it, or didnât mean to say it out loud?â
she flinches. your voice doesnât even rise, but it hits like a slap.
âi panicked,â she whispers.
you stare at her. the girl whoâs kissed you like youâre the only thing that makes her feel alive. the girl who touches your skin like sheâs trying to stay on this earth. âyou panicked and said that?â
her eyes drop to the floor. âi didnât want it to become a thing. you know how people are.â
your voice sharpens. âyeah. i do.â
you pause and watch her. the hoodie sleeves. the hands fidgeting with the hem. the mouth that knows every inch of your neck, now too scared to even say your name.
she looks up finally. her eyes are soft. watery. she opens her mouth. closes it.
"you get me so high." her voice cracks. "no one else does that to me."
your heart stumbles. because you believe her.
you always believe her.
and maybe thatâs the problem.
you close your eyes, grounding yourself. âyou said you were straight.â
she breathes out slowly, like it hurts. âi have to be.â
you meet her eyes again. tired. aching. âno, you chose to be. right then. in front of everyone.â
the silence is louder than anything she could say.
you wait.
you wait for her to do something. reach out., pull you close, tell you sheâs scared, but not enough to keep hurting you. tell you this means more.
but she doesnât.
she never does.
and thatâs what breaks you.
you shut the door. slow. soft. final.
you donât cry. not yet. you just crawl into bed and stare up at the ceiling.
you try not to think about how many times sheâs held you here. how many times sheâs kissed your wrist and whispered things she never says with the lights on.
you try not to wonder if sheâs still on the other side of the door, hands trembling, too afraid to love you where someone might see.
she gets you so high. but the fall,
the fall is always yours to survive alone.
a/n: nglâŠi thought billie bossa nova or twenties would winâŠoh how i was wrong
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â â©âŹ âË. miss possessive â S.L



ËâĄËâ synopsis jealousy isnât her style. sophia just reminds you, with a look and a kiss, exactly who you belong to.
disclaimers: sophia laforteza x fem!reader. fluffâŠ? slightlyyyyy suggestive đ€ thereâs definitely some tension here guys đŁ (not proofread) idk what elseâŠpossessive sophia đââïž
currently playing miss possessive - tate mcrae

the room hums with music, laughter, and the low buzz of too many conversations blending together. you donât even know why youâre here, at some afterparty following an event you only half-listened to, your head already elsewhere the second sophia laced her fingers with yours on the way in.
you had every intention of sticking by her side the whole night. you always do. but somehow, you ended up at the bar alone while she got pulled into some conversation with industry people.
and thatâs when she appeared.
the girl was pretty enough. big smile, glittering eyes, dressed like she wanted attention. and unfortunately, she picked you for hers. she leaned in close, voice loud over the bass-heavy song vibrating through the walls, hand brushing your arm like you were already familiar.
you laughed politely, shifted slightly, but you didnât step away. not because you were interested, never, but because you knew who was watching.
you felt sophiaâs eyes before you even saw her.
across the room, standing near the corner, drink still full in her hand, sophiaâs gaze was locked on you. on her. on the way the girlâs hand grazed your waist a little too comfortably. her expression wasnât angry. sophia never explodes, not like that, but there was a sharpness under her calm exterior, something dangerous glittering behind her eyes.
possessive.
like she was ready to snap her fingers and have the world rearrange itself.
you let the girl finish whatever dumb story she was telling, nodding, laughing politely again, but your attention wasnât on her. your whole body was hyperaware of sophiaâs stare, like a string was tied between you, pulling tighter with every second.
finally, you excused yourself, lips curling in an easy smile, walking away like it didnât take every ounce of self-control not to turn around and smirk.
you didnât need to look to know.
sophia followed.
the hallway outside is quieter, darker, and the door barely clicks shut behind you before you hear her voice.
âwas she funny?â
you turn to face her. sheâs already close. always so fast when she wants to be. the moment you meet her eyes, your stomach flips. thereâs something electric about her in these moments, when the sweetness fades just enough to let the edge of her possessiveness show.
âwhat?â you ask, playing dumb.
sophia tilts her head slightly, smirk creeping across her face. âthat girl. the one who couldnât keep her hands off you. was she funny? cuter than me? smarter? more your type?â
her words drip with sugar and venom both, her voice low enough that it vibrates in your chest. she steps closer, boxing you in against the wall without even touching you yet, like she knows you wonât move away. like she knows you never do.
you bite your lip, fighting the grin that threatens to spill out. âare you jealous?â
her gaze darkens, narrowing just slightly. âno.â
âi just like whatâs mine to act like it.â
and god, you loved when she said that. you love how it makes you feel. wanted, claimed, owned in the softest, sweetest way that still sends heat down your spine.
you reach up, fingers curling into the collar of her jacket, tugging her in like you canât help yourself. âyouâre crazy.â
she smiles wider, that dangerous kind of smile that always gets her exactly what she wants. âi know. thatâs the part you like, isnât it?â
â
back at your apartment, sheâs worse. and you love every second.
she touches everything like sheâs reminding the space who you belong to. her fingertips trail along your dresser, your vanity, the corner of your bed. she picks up one of your necklaces and drapes it around your throat herself, lips ghosting over your neck as she fastens the clasp.
âyou looked good tonight,â she murmurs against your skin, voice like silk. âeven with people staring. even with that girl thinking she had a chance.â
you shiver, breath hitching as her hands slide down your sides, pulling you flush against her. sheâs wearing that signature pink lipgloss. the one you know she reapplied on purpose in the car ride over, like she was preparing for this.
âdid you think iâd get mad?â she asks softly, lips brushing your ear. âdid you want me to get mad?â
you donât answer. you donât need to. the way you melt into her grip tells her everything.
her hands find your waist, then your hips, fingers curling like she owns every inch. âi donât share, baby. not your time, not your smile. definitely not your mouth.â
âyou sound like a brat,â you tease, breathless now, even as you lean further into her, daring her to close the distance. âyou know that?â
sophia laughs quietly, leaning in, her lips grazing yours, but not connecting them yet. âi sound like someone who knows what she wants.â
âand what is it you want, laforteza?â
finally, she kisses you. full and hungry. her possessiveness bleeding through every touch. itâs not desperate, itâs controlled, calculated, but you can feel the need behind it. you always can. she pulls back just enough to whisper against your lips,
âyou, baby. always you.â
you feel your back hit the edge of the bed as she walks you backwards, never breaking eye contact. her hands never leave your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies are flush, heat radiating between you.
she dips her head again, lips brushing just under your jaw. âsay it.â
your pulse races under her touch. âyours.â
she smiles against your skin, breath warm against your ear as her grip tightens slightly, not rough, but firm enough to send that familiar shiver down your spine.
âmine,â she echoes softly. âand donât forget it.â
her hands slide up your arms, fingertips grazing your shoulders, drawing goosebumps across your skin. the tension hangs thick in the room. electric, intimate, and heavy with all the words unspoken between you.
sophia finally leans in again, voice low, velvet smooth. âyou like how i get, donât you?â
you nod, barely breathing. âi do.â
her lips ghost yours again, so close itâs dizzying, but she doesnât press in fully. she makes you feel every millimeter of space she controls, savoring the power of it.
and when she finally does kiss you again, itâs slow, deep, and utterly consuming. not rushed, not frantic, just hers.
and you let her take her time. because youâre hers.
a/n: i love tate mcrae⊠thatâs all đ€·ââïž
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and if i have selective hearing!? then what!?
there must be other sources out there đ
still cant believe u blocked me btwđ„đ„đ„đ„
nuh uh. weâre not talking abt this again

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i might have selective seeing because i saw this one đ
watch. when i wake up tomorrow itâs gonna be âwhoâs cinnamanz??â âwhatâs mamma mia??â âidk who that person isâ
still cant believe u blocked me btwđ„đ„đ„đ„
nuh uh. weâre not talking abt this again

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are u guys seeing anything here?? it FEELS like someone is talking to me but i just canât see anything đ
still cant believe u blocked me btwđ„đ„đ„đ„
nuh uh. weâre not talking abt this again

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yes i am. erase it from ur memory and erase it quick. đ«¶
still cant believe u blocked me btwđ„đ„đ„đ„
nuh uh. weâre not talking abt this again

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still cant believe u blocked me btwđ„đ„đ„đ„
nuh uh. weâre not talking abt this again

#soeyekonic inbox!#it was the right thing to do at the moment#now letâs erase that from our memories
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heyâŠso! i got a tadddd bit carried away đ€ after i wrote pt2 of âyou get me so highâ i was like âhuh- let me see if i can write a pt2 with a happy ending.â i did. but do we want both, or just the original plan (pt2 w no happy ending)?? lmk guysss. also, it wonât be posted tonight đđđ i was so in the groove while writing it and i actually didnât read it over so it might actually be ass and i might have to rewrite itâŠboth.

edit: broâŠ.idek why i asked đđ
#soeyekonic#katseye x reader#katseye#daniela avanzini katseye#daniela avanzini x reader#katseye angst#daniela avanzini#daniela avanzini x female reader#katseye daniela
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call me the 7th member of katseye the way im MEOWINGGGGGGGGđ»đ»đ»đ»đ»đ»đ»đ»
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a pt2 is in the works folks đââïž
â â©âŹ âË. you get me so high â D.A



ËâĄËâ synopsis during a livestream, dani plays it cool when a comment hints at something between you two, but later itâs clear things arenât as simple as she lets on.
disclaimer daniela avanzini x 7th member!fem!reader, secret relationship (but thereâs actually no relationship), closeted dani, slight angst
currently playing: you get me so high - the neighbourhood

itâs not a relationship, well, not officially. itâs not something either of you ever said out loud.
not when she kisses you in dressing rooms and pretends nothing happened two hours later. just reapplies her lip gloss in the mirror and smiles at the others like her mouth wasnât just on yours.
not when you wake up with her legs tangled in yours, her head on your chest, and her voice sleepy and low as she mumbles, âthis doesnât count, right?â against your collarbone.
not when she lets you touch her like she belongs to you, but walks three feet ahead of you in the airport.
not when she tells you she thinks sheâd fall apart without you, but wonât say a word if anyone else walks into the room.
but you know better.
you feel it. you feel it when her hand finds yours under the table, small and quiet like it means nothing, but her pinky always hooks with yours like it remembers the way your spine arches when she kisses you slow.
you feel it when she waits for everyone to fall asleep and then slips into your bed, curls into your side like itâs instinct.
you feel it when she watches you during rehearsals instead of the mirror.
you feel it when she smiles like sheâs memorizing you, like itâs the last time. like sheâs always afraid sheâll have to forget.
no one talks about it, but the others know.
manon figured it out first. of course she did. she watches everything. she caught the way daniela looks at you when she thinks no oneâs paying attention. like sheâs trying not to want something she already has.
lara picked up on it soon after. she doesn't say anything, but her eyes follow the way you shift when dani enters a room, how your shoulders ease when her laugh finds you.
you donât bring it up. none of them do. you donât want to ruin whatever it is thatâs been building between you and dani. quiet. hidden. careful.
something sacred, maybe.
something no one else is supposed to see.
something that doesnât survive daylight.
â
the livestream is meant to be fun. it's just the four of you tonight. manon, lara, daniela, and you. youâre on the hotel couch in sweats and oversized hoodies, bare-faced and glowing from the stage high.
the lights are warm. the mood is easy. a bowl of popcorn rests between crossed legs. daniâs thigh presses lightly against yours, like she doesnât even realize it.
manonâs holding the phone. scrolling through comments. laughing. laraâs leaning into her side, chiming in with answers.
'whoâs the messiest member?' âlara, 100%,â dani says immediately. lara shrugs like she canât even deny it. âi contain multitudes.â
daniela leans into you a little more when she laughs, and you swear no one else notices the way her pinky curls around yours for just a second. itâs featherlight. subconscious. maybe. but it happens every time sheâs near.
âwhoâs the clingiest?â manon reads. âoh, thatâs you, dani.â
âshut up!â dani laughs, tossing a pillow at her. âiâm not clingy!â
"you literally follow her around like a puppy," lara says, tilting her chin toward you, her tone casual, like sheâs talking about the weather.
danielaâs cheeks flush. rosy-pink. she glances at you, but doesnât say anything. you try not to smile. try not to look too much like you want to press your mouth to her flushed skin.
and then, manon snorts, squinting at another comment. "wait, this one, âmy favourite lesbians đâ"
you donât even get the chance to smile. donât get the chance to laugh it off or lean your head into daniâs shoulder like you want to.
daniela cuts in too fast. too sharp. âpause. pause, pause.â
she waves her hand, grinning like sheâs playing around, like itâs lighthearted. "iâm straight."
silence.
it lands like a brick.
manon freezes mid-smile. laraâs shoulders stiffen. both of them glance between the two of you.
you can feel the blood drain from your face, but you donât move. you blink too fast, like thatâll keep your eyes from shining. your throat dries up before you can even think of something to say.
daniela doesnât look at you. not once.
she stays facing the camera, still wearing that half-smile like she didnât just gut you with five small words. like she didnât call your hands home last night.
you laugh, or something like it. a breath through your nose, short and fake. you donât trust your voice. you donât trust anything right now.
you shift just barely to the side. enough that your knees donât touch anymore. you fold your hands in your lap so she canât reach for them again.
you feel manonâs eyes on you. laraâs too.
they donât say anything. but you can feel it, they know.
they all do.
but daniela keeps smiling for the camera like it never meant anything.
â
after the stream, you donât speak. you get up first. slip away without a goodnight.
you go to your room and close the door. you press your forehead to it and breathe like youâre trying to hold the pieces of yourself together.
you donât cry. youâre used to this. this game. this silence. this pretending it doesnât hurt when she disappears the second someoneâs watching.
twenty minutes later, thereâs a knock.
soft. like she doesnât want to be heard.
you open it just enough to see her standing there in her hoodie, sleeves covering her hands, eyes tired. guilty.
âyou know i didnât mean it like that,â she says quietly.
your heart clenches. âdidnât mean it, or didnât mean to say it out loud?â
she flinches. your voice doesnât even rise, but it hits like a slap.
âi panicked,â she whispers.
you stare at her. the girl whoâs kissed you like youâre the only thing that makes her feel alive. the girl who touches your skin like sheâs trying to stay on this earth. âyou panicked and said that?â
her eyes drop to the floor. âi didnât want it to become a thing. you know how people are.â
your voice sharpens. âyeah. i do.â
you pause and watch her. the hoodie sleeves. the hands fidgeting with the hem. the mouth that knows every inch of your neck, now too scared to even say your name.
she looks up finally. her eyes are soft. watery. she opens her mouth. closes it.
"you get me so high." her voice cracks. "no one else does that to me."
your heart stumbles. because you believe her.
you always believe her.
and maybe thatâs the problem.
you close your eyes, grounding yourself. âyou said you were straight.â
she breathes out slowly, like it hurts. âi have to be.â
you meet her eyes again. tired. aching. âno, you chose to be. right then. in front of everyone.â
the silence is louder than anything she could say.
you wait.
you wait for her to do something. reach out., pull you close, tell you sheâs scared, but not enough to keep hurting you. tell you this means more.
but she doesnât.
she never does.
and thatâs what breaks you.
you shut the door. slow. soft. final.
you donât cry. not yet. you just crawl into bed and stare up at the ceiling.
you try not to think about how many times sheâs held you here. how many times sheâs kissed your wrist and whispered things she never says with the lights on.
you try not to wonder if sheâs still on the other side of the door, hands trembling, too afraid to love you where someone might see.
she gets you so high. but the fall,
the fall is always yours to survive alone.
a/n: nglâŠi thought billie bossa nova or twenties would winâŠoh how i was wrong
#soeyekonic#daniela avanzini katseye#daniela avanzini x female reader#daniela avanzini x reader#katseye daniela#daniela katseye#daniela avanzini#katseye imagines#katseye x reader#katseye#katseye angst
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heh so what was that dani ending
I'm outside your door
it was needed. be careful, the police are on their way

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lowkey not a happy ending, but something that makes the reader finally stand up and sees that no matter what, daniela always cares abt her "straight" image..
i just love that so many ppl on here love angst and arent bored of me writing it đ€© i can starts pt2 veryyy soon and from the looks of it, it will be an angst ending đ
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i sooooo want a part 2 for the new dani fic đ« i wouldnât mind an angst ending đ€ where y/n finds someone who isnât afraid to love them openly and then seeing dani witness it all and have her regrets đ€Ș
i overestimated how much work i had to do- so this can very much happen. just give me a couple days to write it đ€§
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i need a part 2 plsđ„čđ
i probably will⊠itâs been requested a few times đđđ
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me picking the fluffiest fic possible
i donât think any of them were fluff đ billie bossa nova can maybe justttttt pass
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