danny serrano

clever as the devil & twice as pretty | 22 | student | 𝚙̶𝚎̶𝚗̶𝚗̶𝚎̶𝚍̶ ̶𝚋̶𝚢̶ ̶𝚊̶𝚜̶𝚑̶𝚛̶𝚙̶𝚜̶

[danielserrano]

( froy gutierrez, 22, he/him ) spotted ! daniel serrano, on the steps of the met. who’d have seen that coming? what with being a pick pocketer student and all, i’m surprised they’ve found the time. they’ve always been quite deceitful & brazen, so i’m sure trouble will follow in their wake. then again, i’ve been told they can be alluring & affable. either way, i’ll be watching. - xoxo, gossip girl. ( ashley, 21+, pst, she/her ) the pick-pocket from the character inspo <3 

name: daniel ‘danny’ serrano gender: cis male pronouns: he/him date of birth: may 22, 1999 (22 years old) zodiac sign: gemini sexuality: bisexual

it’s the age old story of a rich kid that’s been raised by nannies because his parents were too busy living their lives and working. he was an only child too, so things got a bit lonely and danny learned at a very young age that he needed to find some form of entertainment himself. he was a sneaky little kid. charming, friendly, but he knew how to sneak out of the house undetected. he knew how to do a lot of things with stealth. he was only about ten or so years old when he learned how easy it is to fool people; he’d wanted some candy from the store but his mother had been on a business call and hadn’t been paying any attention to his pleas. danny had known that her wallet was in her purse, and he’d wrapped his arms around her in an affectionate hug and had managed to swipe her wallet. it had been *that* easy. a few minutes later he had a couple of chocolate bars in his pocket and his mother had been none the wiser. 

he got a kick out of it. it was entertaining for him, to see how self-involved everyone was to notice their surroundings. it was thrilling too, knowing that he could get caught at any point just made adrenaline pump through his veins. he started to do it a bit more frequently, starting off with his parents and then their friends, and it’s been going on ever since. it’s not like he needs any of the stuff he steals either - he definitely doesn’t need the money. it’s all just for that thrill, he’s addicted to it. that being said, he likes anything that will give him an adrenaline rush. jumping off of cliffs, sky diving, he’s got himself a shiny harley davidson in his garage as well (something that gives his mother a faint heart, but he managed to fully convince her that he would be fine).

it’s easy for him to be persuasive. all of his crimes aren’t even crimes because he’s never been caught. to the naked eye he’s just danny; a little bold, a little adventurous but he’s that laidback kid that deep down has got a heart of gold. oh, and he’s in law school.

𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

ride or die

confidant 

childhood friends

partner-in-crime (maybe someone that knows what he does and is just sworn to secrecy) 

classmates 

enemies

frenemies

exes/flings (good and bad terms)

friends with benefits

enemies with benefits

can be multiple of each. obviously there’s room for so much more so just let me know what you’re thinking and we can plot <3 

[danielserrano]

closed starter for @vandcrbilt​

     daniel has always had this issue where he can’t sit in one place for too long. it bores him to death and so after spending the majority of the day reading through a textbook and studying, he had hopped into his car to find something better to do. imagine his absolute disappointment the moment that the clouds greyed and he saw a flash of lightning strike in the distance. he’s on his way back to his house when he sees a familiar blonde and he sighs softly, fingers tapping on the steering wheel as he thinks about whether or not he should call out, but after a few moments his window is sliding down.  “vanderbilt!” he calls out over the thunder, poking his head out the window just as another flash of light is produced from the skies. “do you need a ride? as entertaining as it would be to see your hair get fried up, you should probably get some cover.” okay yes, he hates her, but does he actually want her to get hurt? no. he wouldn’t wish that upon anyone. 

[danielserrano]

vandcrbilt​:

– THERE’S JUST A SLIGHT TWITCH OF HER LIPS AS HE LEANS BACK. he can call it a nightmare all he wants, but she knows the way he looked at her in that moment…granted, she should probably feel more repulsed than she is right now, but she will focus on the satisfaction of winning an argument. she doesn’t have to flatter herself, the way he’s looked at her is enough. she straightens up, fixing her posture when she remembers that she’s in public company and heads have turned at the sound of her hand against his cheek. it’s a reminder that she did lose her poise, forget herself around him – so, maybe there isn’t a clear winner of this fight after all. “ that’s what i thought. thank you, daniel, ” she says – using those MANNERS he’d so asked for before she leans back in her seat with a smug expression on her lips. margot reopens her notebook to the page that she was at and her heartbeat steadies the farther away that he is from her. there’s a gentle flick of her fingertips to send him on his way before she looks down at her notes. 

     he doesn’t love that she’s acting like she won this round and he rolls his eyes. “oh look, some more manners! i’m almost proud of you, vanderbilt.” with that, he’s walking towards the counter and he can almost feel the stares of the people that are looking between him and margot, even catches the girl in front of him peeking a glance between them. of course he knows not to acknowledge it because that would just lead to creating more of a scene, so instead he’s got that charming smile on again as he holds up his card and offers to pay for that girl in front of him before ordering margot’s stuff and a coffee for himself. just like that, it feels like he’s in the clear, chatting her up while they wait and then waving the blushing girl off with a polite goodbye before he sets margot’s croissant and latte down in front of her. “enjoy.” he smirks a bit, unable to contain the snarky comments: “try your best not to choke on the croissant, okay? this table’s already put on quite the show for everyone.” 

[danielserrano]

vandcrbilt​:

– LIPS PART SLIGHTLY AT HIS REACTION, caught momentarily off-guard in her rage. it’s not that she’s attracted to any part of it, just caught off-guard at the way he eases her hand down and lowers his tone of voice to be utterly CRASS ! maybe this is how he talks to his brooklyn hook-ups or other girls of ill-consequence, but this is not how someone of her caliber should be spoken to. margot’s careful about it, though, understands that they’re playing a game. “ oh, is that it ? ” her tone comes across as soft and sultry, taking advantage of the closeness of their faces. she’s a good actress ( so she claims ) , and her gaze will flicker to the shape of his lips momentarily, adding to the already building tension. “ you really want to know what gets me hot ? ” she might be a prim and proper girl in front of her parents, but she knows how to play dirty. a delicate hand rises to his cheek, like she might caress it and pull him closer, but the smack comes quick instead, hard enough that she might have to wring her hand out if she weren’t trying to play it cool – though it’s quite the obvious, anyone who knows margot would know that she’s let her emotions get the best of her here. “ in your fucking dreams, serrano. even if we were the last people on earth, you wouldn’t stand a chance. ” 

     he’s bracing himself for the consequences of his actions, so when she doesn’t immediately lash out, he’s a bit caught off guard. he knows he shouldn’t be getting too comfortable, but his own gaze flickers down to her lips as she speaks, mouth parting to answer her but the words are sucked - slapped - right out of him and his jaw drops a bit instead. there’s a moment there when he just blinks, as if trying to figure out if that had really just happened but the sting on his cheek is proof enough that it did. he’s sure that it’s probably red, but, somehow, that smirk is right back on his face. “don’t flatter yourself, vanderbilt.” fingers run through his hair as he eases back a bit more to give them both some space. “it would be more like a nightmare.” he’s also just now remembering that they aren’t alone, that they’re in quite a public place - there were likely eyes on them during this entire ordeal. he stands up, tossing the croissant into the trashcan. “although, i think you might’ve just earned yourself a dry as hell croissant.” he’s only giving in now because he does owe her for taking the old one, and because he is sure that she’s not going to enjoy it anyway. “and that latte, because i’m feeling generous.” 

[danielserrano]

vandcrbilt​:

– MARGOT’S BEEN INTIMIDATING PEOPLE SINCE SHE WAS FOUR YEARS OLD, it’s practically a natural talent, something she can do without having to think twice. with daniel, she seems to falter, or it certainly doesn’t come as easy as it should – because she can fixate her most face-melting glare in his direction and he meets it with an unbothered grin, and maybe that’s what riles her up the most. her lack of effect on him. she’s margot vanderbilt, for christ’s sake, he’s like an exception to the rules of the universe. “ daniel, ” she sighs, drumming her fingertips against the tabletop so they make an impatient clicking noise. “ if you think for one second that i’m going to say PLEASE after you’ve rudely sat at my table, taken a bite out of my breakfast, and gotten on my last nerve, you’re more delusional than i ever thought possible. it’s actually quite sad. so, on second thought, forget it…why don’t you just take this – ” she holds up the croissant between two fingertips, “ and shove it up your ass ? ” margot has half a mind to storm out, but she was here FIRST !

      “margot,” he sighs right back, lips pressing together to hold back his laughter because he’s looking forward to hearing her retort. his eyes are drawn to her nails due to the tapping but they move back upwards as she goes off. “oh, good, she does know how to say ‘please’.” his gaze shifts to the croissant momentarily before they land on her eyes again. “that sounds bit kinky.” a smirk as he reaches out to ease the croissant down, inching even closer to her, his voice dropping. “are you into that kind of thing?” now he isn’t stupid, he knows he’s very much at risk of getting seethingly hot coffee or a plate smashed over his head but he can’t really help it, can he? it’s not like he’s always like this. usually he’ll try his best to behave around people, because it’s easier to manage people that way, to mold their view of him. there’s just something about margot that makes that impossible, but he’s definitely not complaining either when it means he gets this kind of entertainment out of it. 

[danielserrano]

vandcrbilt​:

– HE’S SO COLLECTED THAT IT IRRITATES HER FURTHER, that he’d have the AUDACITY to not only approach her in such a manner, but to not even care about the fact that he has absolutely no sense of etiquette. it’s appalling. “ i’m not confused. were you raised by WOLVES ? is that why you have absolutely no manners ? ” she’s a little red-faced her frustration, doesn’t know what to do except match his gaze. margot narrows her eyes as she glares at him, too proud to lean back when his face is closer to hers. it pisses her off further that his jawline is so defined, that his eyes are so blue, like being attractive is another thing that he has the audacity to do while she’s trying to eviscerate him with a mean look. “ you aren’t, you’re despicable, ” she cuts him off dismissively, sets the story straight. “ but fine, ” she flashes him a polite, terse smile, “ daniel, go get me a new pastry NOW. ” 

     “weren’t we all.” its mumbled underneath his breath, though he supposes his parents weren’t really the ones that should get the credit for raising him. no, that was all thanks to the nannies and they’re definitely not the wolves in this situation. not that he’s about to say any of that to margot vanderbilt of all people. it would simply ruin the moment. he’s not really sure what she thinks she’s accomplishing with that look - it’s like she wants to scare him away but really, he just thinks that margot gets ten times hotter when she’s pissed off, but he would never give her the satisfaction of hearing that. she calls him despicable and his grin only widens. “hmm?” is she really about to cave and - nope. of course it wasn’t that easy. “margot, darling, who is lacking their manners now?” he shakes his head, making a tsk tsk sound. “honestly, you could have accompanied that with a stomp of your foot to punctuate your point. think i saw a child say and do just that at the bakery the other day. but that definitely isn’t the magic word. i don’t know if you’ve ever used it before but it’s please... so try again.” 

[danielserrano]

vandcrbilt​:

– LIPS PRESSED TOGETHER IN SHEER ANNOYANCE, sure, the boy is rich, but it seems that class isn’t always genetic ! margot’s pretty sure she’s never been dramatic in her entire life, so she just rolls her eyes dramatically in response, heaving the worlds largest sigh. “ there’s nothing dramatic about making it clear that i want nothing to – ” she cuts herself off, only because she’s SPEECHLESS at the audacity of him ! margot doesn’t even have anything to say when he grabs her croissant, just watches him with wide eyes and an expression that reads ‘what the actual fuck?’ she sputters, a bit embarrassed that it takes her a moment to recover. “ so, you’re even stealing breakfast pastries now, daniel ? ” she gasps, “ hopefully you were planning on buying me a NEW one. ” margot daintily places the plate closer to him with two fingers, as if she’s scared that it might now carry diseases, “ the counter is over there. i’ll take another latte while you’re up. ” 

     oh, he’s loving every second of this encounter. getting margot all flustered fuels a new kind of energy within him, one that makes it so that he’s not even in need of the coffee that he came in for anymore. there’s a small hum in response to her demand but he makes no move to get up, instead he’s settling further back against his chair, arms crossing over themselves as he simply blinks and doesn’t even acknowledge the comment about stealing. “think you’ve got me confused with some type of minion.” a bit funny that he’s getting a law degree when he clearly doesn’t appreciate being told what to do himself. but then after a beat, he leans forward again, easing the plate away so that he can rest an elbow on the table as he angles himself to face her. “but, you know, since i’m a nice guy...” he starts it off and his signature little shit-eating grin appears. his eyes trailing over her face as he continues: “you can just say the magic word and i’ll reconsider.” 

[vandcrbilt]

starter for @danielserrano​​

– MARGOT IS A VISION AT THE LITTLE COFFEE SHOP ON THE CORNER NEAR THE MET. she practically looks like she wants to be photographed, blonde hair cascading over her face as she pores over a textbook, an instagram-worthy chocolate croissant on a plate beside her. she’s not even going to eat it – she’s not hungry, avoids carbs, she just thought it looked cute and fit her aesthetic this morning. ( author’s note : i despise her. ) she looks up briefly at the sight of a familiar face, serene expression curling into disgust. “ oh, it’s you. ” she takes her purse from the table and quickly moves it into the chair beside her, farther away from him. “ all the seats here are taken, so … move along. ” she waves her hand in a ‘shoo’ motion.

[danielserrano]

     listen, danny will swear up and down that he wouldn’t have even noticed the girl if it weren’t for the fact that she’d spoken up. that would be a lie. his gaze follows the purse as it went from point a to point b and he can’t help the smirk that slowly creeps its way onto his face as he looks her over. “oh, it’s you.” he echoes. “enough with the dramatics, vanderbilt.” in a flash, he’s blessing the next table with his best smile and a polite ‘do you mind?’ before he slides the empty seat over and plops down on it. “correction: now they’re all taken.” and to push it even further, he plucks the croissant right off of her plate and takes a bite out of it - not because he’s hungry, not because he can’t walk the extra few steps to buy one for himself, but because riling margot up has become one of his favourite hobbies. “that was kind of dry.” he comments, dropping it down on her plate again and brushing his hands together to rid them of any crumbs. 

[cinnamonfm]

where – central park with – @danielserrano​

       dark brown tresses are gathered at the top of her head in something meant to resemble a ponytail, though several small strands of hair have seemed to escape the confines of the hair bubble keeping the look together. she’s been up all night, milling over some insignificant piece of code, eyes sore from excessive screentime. she needs a nap desperately, she realises, as the chipper sound of the birds feels like it’s attempting to penetrate their skull. still, as tired as she may be, there’s no mistaking it as she feels her phone being teased out of the pocket of their hoodie. with gusto, peach spins around to face her opponent. “what the fuck do you think you’re doing, you loser? give it back.” a hand is extended in front of her, expectantly.

[danielserrano]

      danny had been bored out of his mind at home and there was one thing that he knew for sure would get him out of his bender. he thought he did a good job at finding his next culprit; swift as usual, a brush of their shoulders and he was usually on his way but - - fuck - not this time, he’s a bit astonished when he’s spun on. the shock of it all disappears from his features almost immediately and he holds up his free hand, palm up. “woah, woah,” he takes a step back, easing a smile on his face and trying to cover it up with a laugh as if it were just some type of mistake. this isn’t normal, people are usually too self-absorbed to pay any attention to their surroundings; it’s a loss that he isn’t used to and he’s not sure how to feel about it. still, he drops the phone into her hand. “hey, it was falling out of your pocket - i’ve just got great reflexes.” a satisfied grin appears on his face. “you’re welcome, by the way.”

[danielserrano]

hello friends! ♡ my name is ashley (my main blog is ashrps if you see that on your follow list since i’ve added the muse blogs as sideblogs/also that being said sorry if you’re seeing this same post multiple times for each muse but #sideblogs am i right?). i’m so excited to plot/write with everyone. i have the muse information page pinned on the blog. let me know if you’d like to plot - you can message me on here or you can add me on discord 𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕝𝕖𝕪#2899 

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