Hey guys, welcome to my humble corner on this website!
My name’s mama peach, or peach, or Astro, or anything you’d like to call me…I’m pretty flexible ;)
I was a former writer back in the day. I wrote many genres for many different fandoms.
I was on a long haitus due to hate and racism, but I’m slowly coming back. Mainly because my dearest toast and my other children were very supportive.
Some of you met me or know of me from my side blog: @bloodredpeach which I will still be active on.
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hey! I have no clue if this req is possible but would u be able to do a reader x daniela fic inspired by eminem and christina aguilera ? i get like a whole enemies to lovers vibe maybe it was cus they had a one night stand and one of them got salty about the other never reaching out again? i honestly got the idea from this edit https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTAyPEkAk/
don't run ⸝⸝ ⋆ daniela avanzini x f!reader
╰┈➤ syp. daniela avanzini and y/n, have beef with ea
╰┈➤ cw. angst (happy ending), lack of communication (a bit), slow urn / enemies to lovers (kinda), hurt/comfort, implied and suggestive content
╰┈➤ wc. 3.2k
Y/N was a renowned artist, famous for a string of chart-topping hits since her debut back in 2023. So, when Daniela heard that Y/N would be attending the very same after-party, she was ecstatic. Daniela had followed Y/N’s career from the very beginning, falling in love with her music during her own Dream Academy days. Naturally, she was low-key fangirling—though she’d carefully hidden her inner fan during interviews to avoid setting off the media and fans.
The moment they arrived at the party, Daniela made it her personal mission to talk to Y/N.
"Tell me the second you spot Y/N," Daniela whispered hurriedly to her bandmates. "I need to talk to her."
Lara, Megan, Sophia, and Manon shared surprised looks, but they all nodded with knowing smirks.
Settling into their booth, the girls ordered cocktails, ready to nurse their drinks while networking around the venue. It wasn't long before Lara tapped Daniela’s arm, pointing toward the center of the crowded room.
There she was. Y/N looked impossibly laid-back, the ambient neon lighting catching her features in a way that made her practically illuminate in the dim venue.
Daniela took a deep breath, gulped down the rest of her cocktail for a splash of liquid courage, and stepped into the crowd. Weaving past influencers, actors, and music executives, Daniela kept her focus locked on one target. Nothing was going to stop her.
Reaching Y/N at last, Daniela reached out and gently tapped her shoulder.
When Y/N turned around, Daniela momentarily froze. Standing face-to-face with the person whose music had carried her through her pre-KATSEYE days was surreal. Y/N, on the other hand, was instantly struck by the breathtaking girl who had just approached her.
Seeing Daniela hesitate, Y/N offered a soft smile and spoke up first. "Hello."
"Hi," Daniela replied, offering a confident smile as she found her footing. "I’m Daniela... from KATSEYE."
"I know who you are," Y/N murmured, her eyes holding Daniela's gaze a beat longer than necessary.
Because of the venue’s blaring bass, Y/N leaned in close—so close Daniela could catch the subtle scent of her perfume—signaling that she couldn't hear over the noise. Daniela repeated herself, her voice low and confident right by Y/N's ear, feeling a shiver run down her spine as Y/N grinned in response.
They hit it off instantly. But as the venue grew louder and more suffocating, Y/N leaned in again. "It's way too chaotic in here," she admitted, her voice smooth. "Want to get out of here?"
Daniela didn't hesitate. "Lead the way."
Y/N quietly called her driver, ensuring a smooth, stealthy exit away from the paparazzi and lingering eyes.
When they arrived at Y/N’s apartment, Daniela’s breath caught. It was a stunning, expansive high-rise space—her own apartment could probably fit inside Y/N's living room. Daniela didn't let the intimidation show, but Y/N could read the subtle tension in her posture.
Turning on her effortless charm, Y/N poured them both a drink, kicked off her shoes, and made Daniela feel instantly welcome. It didn't take long for Daniela to relax, dropping her idol persona and letting her true, authentic self shine through.
They sat close on the sleek couch, talking for hours about music, late nights in the studio, and the dizzying high of performing. The initial fan-and-idol dynamic dissolved completely, replaced by a thick, simmering tension. Every shared laugh turned into a lingering look, and every subtle touch on the arm felt charged.
"You know," Y/N murmured, setting her glass down on the coffee table and turning to face Daniela fully, "I was intrigued the moment you tapped my shoulder tonight... but right now, I really don't want the night to end."
Daniela felt her heart race, her eyes dropping to Y/N’s lips before meeting her gaze again. "Then don't let it end," she whispered.
Y/N smiled, reaching out to gently cup Daniela’s cheek, running a thumb over her cheekbone. Daniela leaned into the touch, closing the small distance between them until their lips finally met. The kiss started soft and exploratory, but quickly deepened into a slow, breathless rhythm, fueled by the anticipation that had been building all night.
Hand in hand, Y/N pulled Daniela up from the couch and led her down the hallway toward the bedroom, leaving the quiet apartment and the rest of the world behind them.
The morning after, Y/N stretched her hand out across the oversized bed, expecting to pull Daniela close, only to feel cold, empty sheets.
She sat up and blinked away her sleep. Daniela was gone. No note on the nightstand, no text on her phone (a bit hopeful, maybe, but still)—nothing. Y/N ran a hand through her hair, staring at the empty side of the bed in disbelief. She could've sworn they had a real connection.
Two days later, Y/N attended a major music award show. To her complete surprise, KATSEYE was also on the guest list.
When Y/N crossed paths with the group on the red carpet, the air turned instantly icy. Daniela froze, completely unable to make eye contact, while Y/N couldn't hide the sharp, hurt edge in her expression. They barely managed a clipped, formal nod toward each other before moving past, but the brief moment didn't go unnoticed.
Cameras flashed rapidly, catching every second of the unspoken friction. Within hours, clips of their tense carpet run-in went viral, with fans immediately obsessing over the thick, magnetic energy between them and clamoring for a project together.
Seeing the massive online hype, both of their managers quietly connected behind the scenes to arrange a surprise collaboration—keeping both Y/N and Daniela completely in the dark until the day of the recording session.
For the next three days following the award show, there was absolute radio silence between the two.
Y/N spent those seventy-two hours dramatically mourning the sudden loss of the girl she had already imagined as her future wife. She was halfway through a full-on life-contemplation session on her couch when a notification finally popped up on her phone.
manager
R u good for a collab?
yn
A collab? With who?
manager
It's undisclosed for now. Their team said they're huge right now and your sound fits their upcoming album perfectly.
yn
Yeah, okay. I'm down
Anything to distract her from overthinking, really.
When Y/N arrived at the recording studio the following day, her manager was already waiting near the entrance, handing her a fresh coffee.
"I know this was super sudden, but this is a massive opportunity for you," her manager said, offering an encouraging smile.
"It's okay, Manager. I know you always look out for me," Y/N replied, tapping her manager's shoulder in appreciation. "So, who are we actually working with today?"
"Oh, right, let me check the file..." Her manager tapped rapidly across her phone screen before her eyes widened. "KATSEYE!"
Y/N groaned loudly. "KATSEYE?"
Her manager blinked in confusion, her fingers instantly hovering over the screen. "Wait, is there a problem? I can cancel right now if you want."
Y/N quickly stopped her manager's hand. "No, no... it's fine. We're already here anyway."
"Ohhh... kay," her manager said hesitantly, lowering the phone. "Well, they just arrived a few minutes ago to grab some breakfast before you guys start discussing the track."
Y/N took a steadying breath, gripped her coffee cup tight, and walked over to push open the main lounge door.
The moment the door swung open, Y/N froze.
Standing right on the other side, holding a paper plate of pastries, was Daniela.
Daniela froze in equal shock, her mouth opening slightly as her eyes locked onto Y/N. Judging by the sudden panic in Daniela's eyes, it was abundantly clear that neither of them had been briefed on who they were collaborating with, and Daniela was definitely not prepared to face the girl she had ghosted three days ago.
The tension hung heavy in the air between them, thick enough to cut with a knife. While the other KATSEYE members greeted Y/N with polite excitement, Daniela stood frozen, looking like a deer caught in headlights. Neither of them said a word about that night. Instead, they buried the awkwardness under professional smiles, threw themselves into the music, and created absolute magic on the track.
When the single dropped, it exploded. The internet went wild for the song and even wilder for the palpable, electric energy between Y/N and Daniela.
Media outlets instantly took notice. What was actually lingering heartbreak and unresolved tension read on camera as a fiery, competitive rivalry. Naturally, interviewers couldn't get enough of it.
By the time promotional interviews rolled around, producers started pairing Y/N and Daniela together exclusively for "banter" and "friendly rivalry" segments. And rather than face the actual hurt of what had happened—the sudden departure, the unread texts, the quiet heartbreak—both of them leaned heavily into the bit.
"So, Y/N," a host grinned during a major radio show interview, leaning across the desk. "Rumor has it you two were bickering non-stop in the studio during the vocal arrangements. Who's the bigger diva?"
Daniela didn't even wait for Y/N to answer. She adjusted her mic, flashing a bright, razor-sharp smile. "Oh, definitely Y/N. She's real quick to disappear the second things get intense."
The host let out a shocked laugh, but Y/N just tilted her head, her eyes locking onto Daniela's with a smoldering, playful bite.
"Is that right?" Y/N drawled into her microphone, leaning back casually. "Funny coming from you, Daniela. Last I checked, you're the one who sneaks out before the sun even comes up."
The host gasped, clutching their chest at the absolute goldmine of content, while the production crew behind the cameras erupted into chatter.
Daniela's breath hitched for a microsecond before she recovered, rolling her eyes and leaning into Y/N's space. "Maybe I just have places to be, Y/N. You can't expect everyone to stick around just because you ask nicely."
"Oh, I don't expect anything," Y/N replied smoothly, her voice dropping an octave as a smirk played on her lips. "I just prefer people who have the courtesy to say goodbye."
"The chemistry between these two is off the charts!" the host laughed, completely oblivious to the real battle happening two feet away. "Look at that eye contact!"
Online, fans went crazy. Clips of their quick-witted jabs and lingering glare contests went viral on TikTok under captions like "They definitely hate each other / They definitely want each other."
To the world, it was peak entertainment: a masterclass in playful banter between two powerhouse artists. To Y/N and Daniela, however, every witty comeback was a shield. Every sarcastic remark was a subtle lash out over the morning Daniela walked away, and every sharp glare was Daniela's defensive reflex against how terrifyingly fast she had fallen that night.
They were playing a dangerous game of chicken, hiding their real feelings behind witty banter on live television—and neither girl was willing to break character first.
@/katseye_updatesThe way they look at each other.. #katseye #danyn #ynzini
Y/N and Daniela are sitting on low leather armchairs. Daniela is leaning back, playing with her hair while Y/N converses with the host.Daniela: "Y/N’s process is just... very meticulous. She needs total control over everything in the room."
Y/N (laughing dryly): "Control is better than total radio silence, Dani."
The camera zooms in on Daniela’s face as her smile stiffens for a split second before she lets out a dramatic, loud laugh to cover it.
'Glamour' 23 Questions InterviewBoth are sitting back-to-back holding mini whiteboards.Who is most likely to hold a grudge?They both flip their boards simultaneously. Both have written the other’s name in bold markerY/N: "She’s been mad at me since the studio session. Ask her why—she won't tell you."
Daniela (whipping her head around fast): "I am not mad! You’re the one throwing shade in every single press outlet!"
Y/N (smirking soft and low): "I’m not throwing shade. I’m just waiting for an explanation."
Daniela looks down at her whiteboard, her teeth pulling at her lower lip as the video cuts abruptly.
Live Stage Performance CamThe climax of their collab track. The stage lights turn deep crimson. Y/N holds a high note while Daniela performs a sharp, precise solo choreography right in front of her.At the final beat, Daniela spins around and stops inches from Y/N’s chest. The air between them visibly vibrates. Y/N’s chest heaves; Daniela doesn't break eye contact.Top Comment (142.5k likes): You cannot tell me there isn't sumn there. Look at the hands BROOReplies: nah they fucking
The after-party for the final leg of the joint tour in Minnesota was supposed to be a quick, two-hour press obligation at the hotel’s rooftop lounge.
Then the severe blizzard warning hit.
By midnight, the city was buried in six inches of whiteout, grounding all flights and freezing the highway. The rest of KATSEYE and their core crew were stuck at the arena three miles away, while Y/N, Daniela, and a handful of exhausted venue staff were trapped at the hotel penthouse lounge.
When the emergency generator kicked in with a low humming buzz, dimming the main chandeliers down to a warm, amber glow, the room fell dead quiet.
Y/N stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass holding a glass of bourbon, watching the snow lash against the window pane. The sharp, rehearsed banter of the past month had worn paper-thin. There were no press mics, no TikTok cameras, no interviewers feeding them cheeky prompts.
Just the heavy, suffocating silence of reality.
Hearing footsteps on the hardwood, Y/N didn't turn around. "Your team manage to find a snowplow?"
"No," Daniela’s voice came from behind her. It sounded small. Deprived of its defensive, polished edge, it sounded almost fragile. "Roads are completely blocked till tomorrow afternoon."
"Great," Y/N muttered, taking a slow sip. "Trapped with your favorite person."
Daniela didn't bite back. She didn't drop a sarcastic one-liner or roll her eyes for an imaginary audience. Instead, she took a shaky breath and stepped up right beside Y/N, staring out at the white chaos outside.
"Stop it, Y/N. Please."
Y/N finally turned her head, surprised by the raw note in Daniela's tone. "Stop what?"
"The jabs. The interview comments. The constant... act," Daniela murmured, her eyes glassy as she stared down at her own hands. "I know I hurt you. I get why you're mad. But doing this every day... pretending we just hate each other because it's easier... it's killing me."
Y/N’s chest tightened. She set her glass down on the marble window ledge with a soft clink.
"You think I enjoy it?" Y/N asked, her voice dropping into a dangerous, low hush. "You disappeared, Daniela. You vanished out of my bed like a ghost. No text, no note, no nothing. I thought we had something real that night. And then you walked out, and for three days you treated me like I didn't exist until your manager dragged you into a studio with me."
"I didn't want to walk out!" Daniela’s voice cracked, spilling over the quiet room. She turned fully to face Y/N, her hands trembling slightly as she pulled her jacket tighter around herself. "I didn't just wake up and decide to ghost you, Y/N. You have no idea what happened that morning."
Y/N frowned, the anger in her chest faltering under the sheer weight of Daniela's desperation. "Then tell me. Because from where I was sitting, it looked pretty straightforward."
Daniela swallowed hard, looking up into Y/N's eyes.
"At 5:00 AM, my phone blew up. My manager had tracked my location," Daniela began, her voice shaking. "She was waiting in a van right outside your building. Someone—some tabloid or fan—had taken a grainy picture of us leaving the after-party together the night before, and it was already starting to circulate on Twitter."
Y/N blinked, processing the words. "A photo?"
"It wasn't explicit, but it was enough to set off alarm bells," Daniela continued, wiping a stray tear before it could fall. "Our debut was still so fresh. My management panicked. The second I stepped down into the lobby, my manager intercepted me. She confiscated my phone right there on the spot. She told me if this broke out into a full scandal—if articles started circulating about me sneaking off to an artist's high-rise—it could destroy KATSEYE's momentum before we even got off the ground."
Y/N stood still, listening as the missing pieces fell into place.
"She dragged me straight to the airport for an emergency early flight back to LA," Daniela said, her lip trembling. "I tried to write a note, Y/N! I grabbed a notepad from your kitchen counter, but my manager literally pulled the pen out of my hand and shoved me into the elevator, talking about 'optics' and 'protecting my image.'"
"What about a text?" Y/N asked softly, the defensive walls around her heart slowly crumbling. "Even later that day..."
"I typed a message to you from the plane's Wi-Fi," Daniela said, pulling out her phone with hands that wouldn't stop shaking. She tapped the screen a few times and turned it around to show Y/N.
There, saved in an unsent draft folder from weeks ago, was a long, rambling message:
[Draft - Unsent]Y/N, I'm so sorry. My management pulled me out of your apartment early. They took my phone and I'm on a plane right now. Last night meant everything to me. I wasn't running away from you. Please don't hate me. I'll call you as soon as I get my phone back.
"The Wi-Fi on the flight failed," Daniela whispered, her eyes searching Y/N's face. "And by the time we landed, my team had put me on a full media lockdown and wiped my personal messages to 'clean up' the risk. When my manager brought me to the studio three days later for a 'surprise top-tier collab,' I had no idea it was you until I opened that door."
Daniela’s voice broke completely. "I panicked, Y/N. I saw you looking at me like I was trash, and I was so terrified of getting caught by my team, and so embarrassed about how cowardly I looked... that I just played along with the cold shoulder. And then the press started loving the 'beef,' and it became this shield..."
Y/N stared at the unsent draft on the screen, then looked up at Daniela. The girl standing in front of her wasn't the sassy, sharp-tongued idol throwing jabs on late-night TV. She was just the girl who had tapped her shoulder at an after-party, looking terrified and vulnerable.
"You should have told me," Y/N said softly, stepping closer. "Even when we were alone in the studio dressing rooms. You should have told me."
"I was scared you wouldn't believe me," Daniela admitted, a single tear finally slipping down her cheek. "I thought... I thought it was easier for you to hate me than to know how much power you had over me."
Y/N reached out, her fingers gently catching the tear on Daniela's cheek, just like she had that night on her couch. Daniela leaned into the touch instantly, letting out a shaky, shuddering breath as the icy barrier between them completely dissolved.
"I never hated you, Dani," Y/N murmured, closing the last bit of distance between them until their foreheads rested together in the quiet warmth of the lounge. "I was just hurt because I thought I was the only one who felt that spark."
"You weren't," Daniela whispered, her hands finding their way to Y/N's waist, pulling her close as the storm raged outside. "You never were."
SYNOPSIS: Daniela’s intuition transcends your sixth sense entirely.
Daniela Avanzini x Spider-Man!Reader
WARNINGS: None. tiny bit of angst; mentions of violence; Mentions of Y/N here and there and last name Parker, otherwise written in the second person point of view. Gender neutral reader. Everyone is above 18. Happy reading!
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Three missed calls.
You swung off the fire escape of a bodega on 9th and landed in a crouch that would've looked totally cool and awesome if you weren't currently panicking about your phone buzzing in the pouch sewn into the suit's hip.
Babe where ARE you??
party started 40 mins ago and Megan is being weird and wont tell me where you are
if you dont answer in 5 min im calling aunt may
Nothing about tonight had gone to plan. The plan had been: patrol twenty minutes, stop nothing scarier than a Citi Bike thief, be back by 8:15, shower, wear the shirt Daniela picked out, show up fashionably late like a normal person. Instead the Citi Bike guy had a mean friend with a knife, then a trash-can fire happened that escalated way past reasonable, and now it was 8:52 and you were blocks out wearing a suit under a hoodie that smelled like smoke.
You ducked into an alley, checked both directions twice, and started peeling the suit off, typing one-handed.
so so sorry. Megan asked for help with some errands. 10 min i swear
Megan had needed help with exactly nothing. Megan was currently, per her last text, "I KEEP AVOIDING DANI LIKE A LUNATIC HURRY UP BEFORE SHE TORTURES AN ANSWER OUT OF ME."
You stuffed the suit in your backpack, yanked on a plain grey tee that fit different now, in a way that still made you feel a little caught-out every time you saw it in a mirror, and checked your reflection in the dark laundromat window.
Phone buzzed again.
4 min ago
and put on the shirt i left on your desk not the grey one. if I see you wearing the grey one I’ll burn it once we get home
You looked down. Grey one.
"How does she…?" You muttered, already jogging.
——
Megan was exactly where she'd promised, looking suspicious and off-putting by the bar.
"Dude." She sagged with relief. "She's asked me four times. I told her you got stuck on the Q train cause someone lit the tracks on fire. The Q doesn’t even run today! I don't know how much longer that holds."
"I know Meg, I’m sorry. I owe you my whole life."
"You owe me Shake Shack, minimum. She's on the balcony."
Daniela was leaning on the railing, her cup untouched and hair loose from dancing already. Her arms were crossed and eyebrows furrowed which meant that you’re fucked.
"There you are." She didn't move right away, which was worse. "I was about to file a missing person's report."
"I'm so sorry, I—"
"Megan told me. Three different stories. If you're gonna get your best friend to lie for you, sync up the details first."
"It's not like that, I just lost track of time! you look incredible, is that a new—"
"Don't change the subject with a compliment." But she grabbed the front of your hoodie and pulled you close anyway. "It is new. And you noticed even in whatever state you rolled up in, so I’ll let it slide.”
"I always notice things about you.” you grinned dopily and let yourself get pulled in, hands finding her waist, the tension of the last hour draining out of you at once. "You look really pretty tonight. Not just to get out of trouble."
"You're not out of trouble." But she'd already gone up on her toes, and whatever she'd been about to say next got lost against your mouth instead.
Dani pulled back first, studying your face with narrow eyes. That look has been showing up more and more lately, affection tangled with something sharper underneath, like she was trying to find her way into your brain.
"What?" You asked.
"Nothing." She smoothed a hand down your chest sweetly, except her palm lingered a beat too long. "You just run so warm lately."
"It's the hoodie. Also it's a sauna in here."
"Mm." Dani muttered as she kissed your cheek, not convinced. She was never convinced anymore. "Come dance with me before Sophia steals you away for that stupid trivia so she can win the Target gift card again."
"That was one time—"
"You knew the entire 2019 Mets roster from memory. That's not normal partner behavior, that's a cry for help." She was already tugging you toward the living room by the hoodie strings, laughing, and you let yourself be pulled, and hoped that tonight might be a normal party after all.
You really should've known better.
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Finally, Dani was distracted enough for you to go find Megan in the kitchen.
“Dude! She almost crucified me before you got here!” Megan whisper-shouted, glancing over your shoulder to make sure no one was eavesdropping. “And now she’s being all sweet like nothing happened. Where were you?!”
“I’m sorry! I followed your tracker and it kept blinking even after I stopped the Citi Bike guy and then his friend with a knife—”
“That was like, thirty minutes after I texted you!”
“I know, I know! But then I had to stop a dumpster fire and the smoke made me all sweaty and I got stuck on the wall again!”
“I thought we practiced you not getting stuck on things anymore! You know, breathe in, breathe out?!”
“We did, but my hand wouldn’t cooperate! So it was stuck to the wall for like five mi—”
“What was stuck to the wall?”
Both your heads snapped back to see Dani standing in the doorway, looking a little tipsy.
Silence.
“Um,” Megan gulped. “We’re just… um, talking about the huge spider that got into Y/N’s room the other day.” She bumped her elbow against yours for help.
“And it wouldn’t unstick from the wall, so we had to, you know, help it out?” You added, in a tone you hoped sounded convincing, sipping your drink to distract yourself from panicking.
“And it was really cute! So we wanted to let it free instead of, you know…” Megan made a swatting motion.
“Huh.” Daniela narrowed her eyes at the two of you. “So, cute spider, huh?”
“Very cute,” Megan said instantly.
“Almost like a… friendly neighborhood spider?”
You almost choked on your drink.
Dani’s eyes snapped to you immediately. “What’s wrong, babe?”
“Nothing!” Your voice cracked. “Why are we even talking about this? Let’s go back out, yeah?” You started steering her away from the kitchen.
“Wait.” She grabbed your arm, and it felt firmer than it used to a few months ago. “I wanna be with you for a second. Is that a crime?” she muttered, leaning close.
“What? No, not at all. I’m not going anywhere.” Your hands came up to rest on her waist.
“Are you sure? You’ve been slipping away from me lately…” She rested her head in the crook of your neck, tucking her hands into your hoodie pocket. “Mm, so good. Warm me up, will you?” Her hands started wandering, slipping underneath your layers.
“Dani, we’re in public—”
“So? I just wanna hold—”
Her hands stilled on your stomach when she felt actual muscle there. Actual, defined muscle, where three months ago there had been regular, soft, extremely-lovable Y/N Parker torso and absolutely nothing that felt like this.
She pulled back an inch and shoved both hands up under the hem of your shirt, right there in the middle of the kitchen with zero subtlety, and pressed her palms flat against actual abs.
“Oh my God.”
“What’s wrong?” you asked nervously.
“What do you mean, ‘what’s wrong’?” She still had her hands under there, patting like she was confirming it wasn’t a costume. “Since when do you have a six-pack, Parker?”
“I’ve been going to the gym. A lot. With Lara.”
She looked at you. Then looked over your shoulder at Lara, who was heaving in the hallway from climbing three flights of stairs.
“With Lara.”
“She’s really committed lately.”
“Uh-huh.” She patted your stomach one more time, slower, thoughtful, then let it go with a little squeeze at your hip that made you want to combust on the spot. “Well. Whatever you did, I’m not complaining.”
She kissed you again, shorter this time, and pulled back with an odd little tilt to her head, studying your face. "You also grew, like, two inches. And you stopped wearing your glasses. And last week you caught a full glass of orange juice out of the air after Megan knocked it off the table, and it was fast. Like, unnervingly fast. Like main-character-in-an-action-movie fast."
Your stomach dropped straight through the floor.
"Reflexes," you said, aiming for casual and landing somewhere closer to strangled. "Always had good reflexes."
"You once dropped an entire pizza because a bee flew at your face."
"That bee tried to kill me, Dani! You know how dangerous they are?!"
"Uh-huh," she said again, and this time there was something new in it, something sharper under the teasing, something that made the hair on your arms stand up in a very different way than it did before a fight. She smiled at you, easy and warm on the surface, and pressed one more kiss to your jaw before turning to go find Manon, and you would replay that exact smile a hundred times over the following weeks and understand, far too late, that it had been the exact moment Daniela Avanzini decided to start an investigation.
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Three weeks later, you were on a slow patrol. Mostly just rooftop-hopping, half-listening to the police scanner app Megan had rigged for you, when Manon’s house party three blocks over turned into the worst five seconds of your life.
Some junior named Blake had decided the third-floor balcony railing was an acceptable surface to climb onto for a photo. He lost his footing, grabbed for the nearest person to steady himself, and succeeded only in yanking Dani, who'd been standing there minding her own business with a red cup, clean over the edge with him.
You heard the scream from two blocks away and knew before your brain had even finished processing whose voice it was, that you were already moving.
Blake caught the railing on the way down, dangling and screaming bloody murder, mostly fine, mostly an idiot. Dani did not catch anything. She had about a second and a half of pure freefall before a line of webs snapped taut around her waist, and then physics did the thing physics does, which is not stop. The web caught her, yanked her sideways hard enough to knock the air out of both of you, and the momentum carried the two of you straight through the gap between buildings instead of putting her neatly on a balcony like you'd planned.
"OH MY GOD—" Dani's voice cracked directly into your ear as you swung, one arm locked around her waist, the city tilting sideways underneath both of you. "OH MY GOD OH MY GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING—"
"I'VE GOT YOU, I'VE GOT YOU!" You fired another line, missed the angle by a couple degrees thanks to a very alive, very loud girlfriend suddenly attached to your hip, and the two of you swung wide instead of landing, sailing clean over the alley and out over the street, Dani's whole body curled tight against your chest, both fists locked into the fabric at your shoulders like she was trying to fuse herself to you through sheer willpower.
"WHY ARE WE STILL GOING?!" she screamed, directly into your face this time, because somewhere in the chaos she'd twisted around to look at you instead of down, nose inches from where your mask should've muffled the sound and absolutely did not. "IS THIS NORMAL?! IS THIS WHAT'S SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN—"
"MOSTLY!" You fired again mid-swing, aiming for the fire escape three buildings down instead of fighting the momentum. "IT'S FINE, I DO THIS ALL THE TIME!"
"WELL, THIS IS MY FIRST TIME!" Dani was still yelling, but her grip shifted, the white-knuckled panic softening into laughter, high and a little unhinged, the sound of a brain that had shifted from terror straight to hysteria. "I'M GONNA THROW UP ON YOU, I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT, IF I THROW UP IT'S GOING RIGHT ON THAT SUIT–"
"NOT THE SUIT, ANYTHING BUT THE SUIT!"
"OH MY GOD WHY AREN'T WE STOPPING?!" Daniela's voice cracked directly into your ear, fists locked into your shoulders like she could physically stop the city from moving underneath you.
"GIVE ME A SECOND!" You fired another line, missed the angle by a hair, and the two of you swung wide instead of landing where you'd meant to.
"YOU'VE HAD LIKE FIVE SECONDS!"
"THAT'S NOT HOW PHYSICS WORKS!"
"I DON'T CARE ABOUT PHYSICS, I CARE ABOUT—" She twisted to look ahead of you, over your shoulder, and went stiff. A wall of glass and steel was rushing up fast, way too fast, filling the whole sky in front of you. "OH MY GOD THAT BUILDING. THAT BUILDING IS RIGHT THERE—"
"I SEE IT, I SEE IT, I'M HANDLING IT!"
"YOU DON'T LOOK LIKE YOU'RE HANDLING IT?!"
"CAN YOU MAYBE TRUST ME FOR ONE—"
She didn't let you finish. Whatever survival instinct took over, it decided the correct move was to fling an arm straight up and clamp it over your eyes like that was going to help either of you in any way whatsoever.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Your voice went up an octave. "I NEED THOSE—"
"I CAN'T WATCH—"
"YOU'RE NOT THE ONE WHO NEEDS TO SEE, I AM—"
"OH MY GOD!" She yanked her arm away just as fast as she'd slapped it there, horrified at herself. "SORRY, SORRY, I PANICKED—"
You fired the next line half-blind on instinct alone, felt it catch, and the building slid past under your boots with about a yard to spare instead of the ten feet you'd been aiming for.
"See?" you wheezed, voice still shaking. "Handled it."
"You almost died. WE almost died. Because I put my hand over your eyes."
"In fairness, that part was mostly you."
"Don't you dare."
"I'm just saying, realistically speaking—ow!"
She smacked you in the chest, hard, still clinging on for dear life. "Land this thing before I do it again."
You caught the fire escape rail on the fourth swing, absorbed the impact through your knees, and used the last of the momentum to vault the two of you up and over onto the flat roof of the building beyond it, skidding to a stop in a crouch with Dani still wrapped around you like a very frightened, very furious koala.
Neither of you moved for a second.
"You're okay," you said, voice pitched low and rough behind the mask, and it came out shaking despite your best effort. "You're okay, I got you, I got you—"
"We went through three blocks," Dani said into your shoulder, still catching her breath. "Three. You said you had this."
"I did have it, it was just a slightly larger swing radius than I anticipated."
"A slightly—" She pulled back to stare at you, hair wild, eyes huge, and then smacked you square in the shoulder, hard. "You scared the absolute hell out of me, whoever you are!"
"Uh, I saved your life?"
"You gave me whiplash saving my life!"
Her hands, even mid-scolding and shaking with adrenaline, had started moving. Quickly and deliberately, her palms flattened against your shoulder blades and down your spine through the suit like she was reading braille.
You felt it everywhere. You felt it in places that had absolutely no business being felt in the middle of a near-death experience.
"You're okay," you said again, a little strangled, and set her down like she was made of glass. “Okay! Uh, bye? Sorry for…actually why am I apologizing? I saved your life! …Sorry I didn’t mean it like that… anyways be safe!” You started walking towards the edge of the roof again before—
“HEY!”
You froze dead in the tracks, assuming the worst. That’s it. Daniela realized it was you and she’s going to be SO mad and you’re in so much trouble—
“You’re just going to leave me on a roof?! You’ve never walked a girl back home or something?!”
Only if you knew. You thought to yourself as you swung the girl back to the party.
“Here we are. Happy?”
“Wait! Can you actually…can you please swing me home?” Dani asked, suddenly sheepish.
You blinked.
“Are you single?”
“No, I’m very happily taken, what about it?” She crossed her arms defensively. Cute.
“Tell your partner to walk you home then. Bye!” And you were gone.
“ASSHOLE!”
Five minutes later, after hastily changing behind the dumpster, you ended up walking Dani back home.
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What you didn't know, walking Dani home that night, was that she'd spent the entire walk replaying the exact shape of your shoulders under her palms.
What you also didn't know was that two days later she showed up at Manon's apartment with a whiteboard and markers, already plotting your demise.
"Okay, walk me through it again," Manon said, not looking up from her nails. "You think your adorable, harmless partner is Spider-Man."
"I don't think. I know." Dani flipped the board around. "Look. Every single disappearance lines up with a sighting. The abs. Their eyesight. The reflexes. And three weeks ago I got picked up out of a literal freefall by a person with Y/N Parker's exact shoulder blades."
"Okay, but hear me out.” Manon paused ominously. “Have you considered just asking them?"
"They'll just lie again!" Dani dropped back onto the couch dramatically. "They’ve had four months of practice lying to my face. I need them caught. Actually caught. Mask-off with no-wiggle-room caught."
Manon looked up again for a second. "So what, you want to stage another almost-death? Because last time that went so well you nearly went through a Chase Bank."
"Not a real one." Dani was already grinning the specific grin that meant trouble for you. "A fake one. I lean off my own balcony, make a little noise, and Spider-Man, who apparently cannot resist me, shows up! Except this time I'm not letting them disappear the second they land. This time I fight back."
"You're going to fight Spider-Man."
"I'm going to get their mask off if I have to wrestle them into a chimney."
Manon lowered her nail file very slowly. "I love you, but this is insane."
"I'm willing to be insane for love."
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You had no idea any of this was coming.
It was a Thursday, close to eleven, and you were three rooftops from Dani doing the kind of lazy web-check patrol you did when nothing was on fire, when you heard her voice carrying up from her own balcony.
"Spider-Man! SPIDER-MAN, HELP!"
You didn't even process the situation. Your body was already moving before your brain caught up.
She was leaning way too far over her own railing when you swung in, one of her hands theatrically clutching the rail while the other pressed to her chest like she was in a soap opera.
You caught her out of pure instinct, scooped one arm under her knees, and the second, the ACTUAL second her feet left the balcony, her whole demeanor changed.
"Why are you in Jackson Heights at eleven o'clock at night?" she demanded, immediately, inches from your face, not even a little grateful.
"Um-what? I'm saving you!"
"How did you get here so fast? I screamed twice. TWICE. You were here before I finished the second one. You're either stalking me, or—"
"I'm not stalking you, I patrol this whole—"
"—or you know exactly who I am, which means you know exactly who you are to me, which means…" She twisted in your arms, and you felt the exact moment she stopped pretending to be a damsel and started being a problem, one hand shooting up toward your face. "Which means this comes OFF—"
"Okay, HANG ON LADY!"
"Don't 'hang on' me, I've had a plan for a WEEK!"
She got two fingers under the edge of the mask before you managed to grab her wrist, which meant you were now mid-air, over a Queens sidewalk, wrestling your own girlfriend for control of your face while trying very hard not to drop her.
"Da—aggressive lady, I need at least one hand to actually land us!"
"Then LAND US, and then we're finishing this—"
You did not land gracefully. You landed like a person being actively assaulted by their own girlfriend, hit the neighboring rooftop at an angle, and skidded four full feet on your hip with Dani still attached, both of you tumbling to a stop in a heap of gravel and tangled limbs and one (1) very determined woman still going for your mask.
"Ow, ow, hurts! that's my whole face you're grabbing!"
"GOOD." She had a fistful of the fabric at your jaw and absolutely no intention of letting go. "Hold still."
"I'm trying to hold YOU still!"
You caught both her wrists this time, and for one full second the two of you just stared at each other, breathing hard while sprawled across a gravel rooftop like the world's least dignified wrestling match.
"You're stronger than you look," you said, a little winded, and immediately regretted it.
"You're squirmier than I expected," she shot back, and then, before you saw it coming, she wrenched one hand free and jabbed two fingers straight into your side, right above the hip, into the exact spot she'd known with total, ruthless certainty for six years was your single greatest weakness.
The yelp that came out of you was not a superhero sound. It was not even a human sound, really. It was the sound of Y/N Parker, specifically, betrayed by your own nervous system in real time.
Dani went very, very still.
"...Y/N?"
You didn't answer fast enough. That was answer enough.
Her hand was still curled around the edge of the mask, but the fight had gone out of her fingers. She wasn't yanking anymore, just holding on, like she needed something to hold onto. For a long second neither of you moved, gravel digging into your back, her weight still on your chest, the two of you just staring at each other in the dark.
She slowly took the mask off.
Daniela looked at your face like she was checking it against something in her memory, feature by feature, and you watched the weight of all of it land on her all at once.
"It's you," she said, and her voice cracked on the second word. "It's actually you."
"Dani—"
"How long?" She sat back slightly, off your chest but not off you, hands braced on your shoulders now instead of your face. "How long has this been you?"
"Since February." There was no version of that answer that sounded better out loud than it did in your head. "I got bit in February."
"February." She said the month like it hurt to say. "That's…that's the whole time we've been living together. That's every single time you came home late, every bruise you said was from a bike accident, every night I laid there wondering if something had happened to you and you were right there, you were RIGHT there and you let me think—" Her breath caught. "You let me think I was losing my mind. I started keeping notes, Y/N. On a whiteboard. Because I thought that was better than saying it out loud and being wrong."
"I know. I'm sorry. I should've told you."
"Why didn't you? Was it me? Did you think I couldn't handle it?"
"No. God, no." You sat up carefully, and she let you, still not quite looking away from your face like she was afraid it would change back if she blinked. "I thought if you knew, every night I left the apartment you'd be sitting there worrying if I was coming back. I didn't want to give you that. I thought I was protecting you."
"You weren't protecting me. You were protecting yourself from watching me be scared." Her hands tightened slightly on your shoulders. "I was scared anyway, Y/N. The whole time. I just didn't have a reason for it, so I had to invent one, and half the time I decided the reason was that something was wrong with me."
"Nothing's wrong with you. You were right. You were right about all of it."
"I know I was right." A short, humorless breath, not quite a laugh. "That's not the part that's bothering me."
You reached for her hand, and she let you take it, though her fingers stayed stiff in yours for a moment before they finally curled around your own.
"I'm sorry. I’m sorry for not trusting you with it. That was never fair to you."
Dani was quiet for a while, looking down at your joined hands instead of your face.
"I don't want you to do this alone anymore," she said finally. "Any of it. Not the patrols, not the injuries, not the deciding-for-both-of-us what I can and can't handle. If something happens to you, I want to know. I would rather be scared with the truth than calm because you lied to me."
"Okay."
"I mean it, Y/N."
"I know. Okay." You squeezed her hand. "No more of that."
Silence.
“How did you even know it was me?” you asked, still sprawled in the gravel.
Dani looked at you like the question itself was insulting. “Y/N. I have known you since we were fifteen. I have seen you naked more times than I can count, you think I wasn’t going to recognize you just because you put on a spandex and popped lenses over your eyes?”
“It’s not a spandex! it’s nano—“
“Shut up.”
“Sorry.”
Some of the tension finally left her shoulders. Daniela leaned in and rested her forehead against yours, both of you still sitting in the gravel with the mask crumpled somewhere between you like it belonged to someone else entirely.
"I'm still figuring out how mad I am," she admitted quietly.
"That's fair."
"And we're talking about this again tomorrow. Properly. Not on a roof."
"Anywhere you want."
She pulled back enough to look at you, and something in her face softened despite everything. "For what it's worth," she said, "I'm glad it's you under there. I don't think I could have handled it being anyone else."
“Yeah, it would’ve been pretty embarrassing.” You grinned stupidly.
"Don't ruin the moment, Parker." But she kissed you anyway, careful and a little unsteady, and for the first time in months, there was nothing left between you that either of you were hiding.
Yeah, turns out spidey-sense doesn’t come with a warning for girlfriends.
Some things you just have to get caught for.
END.
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Woww did i post a completely unrelated fanfic or #whatt sorry i really wanted to write something spiderman related again i used to do it all the time on ao3. Hope you guys liked it!! Let me know if you hated it!!
Also i think my account is fixed now if not im gonna be super embarrassed
y/n never expected a girl literally running into her to become the highlight of her senior year. dani definitely never expected that same girl to make her question everything she thought she knew about herself. but when their friends get involved, ignoring their feelings becomes a lot harder.
chapter thirty five: i always had a vision of us standing like this
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a/n: this series is officially done!! guys i REALLY wanted to make sophia have like a secret crush on dani buut i like feel like it wouldn't fit that well in this story, and im ngl i like sodani too much i feel like i'd end up making them too deep into something for yn and dani to come back yk? anyways i haven't started on the new smau, which means i'm still open to ideas, so send requests!
y/n never expected a girl literally running into her to become the highlight of her senior year. dani definitely never expected that same girl to make her question everything she thought she knew about herself. but when their friends get involved, ignoring their feelings becomes a lot harder.
a/n: guys lmk about taglist/any errors!!
starring: katseye, james & keonho (cortis), yunah and minju (illit), and yunjin (le sserafim)
profiles: katseye ✩ fruit bowl
𝄞♭ smau playlist 𝄞♫
♪ track 01. ➞ i've got a girl crush
♪ track 02. ➞ i kinda wish you were gay
♪ track 03. ➞ you're so gorgeous
♪ track 04. ➞ good luck, babe
♪ track 05. ➞ you belong with me
♪ track 06. ➞ girls girls girls
♪ track 07. ➞ i wanna be your girlfriend
♪ track 08. ➞ i think of her so much, it drives me crazy
♪ track 09. ➞ you're just one click away
♪ track 10. ➞ i could be a pretty girl, shut up when you want me to
