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─ .愛 here is some of MY favorite authors heh even though some of them don't make bada lee content but I will be making a few others that will also have boy groups sooo..
skill issue by @urjustsosweet || → g!p megan's a sore loser in overwatch
head(shot) by @urjustsosweet || → okay, deal! she'll teach you how to play valorant in exchange for...
ugly boy by @blossomcola || → when your best friend megan hides her new relationship from you, what begins as a single painful secret unravels into weeks of quiet distance — tense classrooms, awkward silences, and the hollow ache of something once unbreakable — until the night of lara’s party, where one uneasy reunion at the bar forces both of you to face the jealousy, love, and heartbreak simmering beneath your friendship’s cracked surface.
friends? by @katskisses || → megan skiendiel has never been head over heels about someone like this before. you were everything she wanted and more. her only problem? you’re still hooked on your toxic ex.
My Door, Her Guilt by @pimpnchips || → you’ve been hooking up with your ex!megan and somehow you always end up at her front door.
notebook by @lovji || → You didn’t even know Megan had a crush on you. But once you found those drawings, everything changed. And honestly? You didn’t mind the attention.
( m - s - f. ) we can't be friends the series by @baileysoksbakery || → Your girlfriend Sophia suddenly breaks up with you after being so cold and distant. Barely an explanation as to why, but shes been secretly seeing someone else. Someone else that is your friend. So you decided to flip the table up on her and get with her friend Megan to make her jealous. But in the process you found feelings for one another.
bed chem by @whxtsaheart || → you’ve known megan for what feels like forever as her childhood bestfriend, though being occupied with katseye, somewhere in the quiet air and soft glances, it becomes clear that those feelings were always meant to be love.
untitled by @strapendiel || → Warnings ⎯⎯ Suggestive & nsfw content, teasing, creampie, explicit sex (P in V), G!P Megan — Top & Dominant. Sub & Bottom reader & really slightly dirty talk.
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secret4u by @rajdiel || → being sophia’s, the KATSEYE leader, sister wasn’t the worst thing. you did all you could to remain away from her spotlight, to avoid how your guys’ brother was trended by ‘eyekons’ not long after their debut. none of the other girls had met you, didn’t even know what you looked like, badgering sophia to show them pictures. but she had respect for you and your privacy, never giving in to their repetitive pleas. you thought all of the girls were pretty, but there was always a ginger head with the prettiest glow of skin you’d ever seen that always caught your eye. the problem? sophia refused to let any of the girls date any of her relatives.
( s - f. ) cooking show by @baileysoksbakery || → Hornball Megan, Baking, pure fluff, slightly suggestive, cursing, “ meme “ writing/unserious writing.
roblox? by @lara4eclipze || → maybe we should meet irl lol" Megan chats , "why not?" you reply. online dating , fluff , swearing, LEWSERR , cuties , established relationship (girlfriends)
( s. ) nuts by @roseyuri || → in which magen has girlfriend that tends to stress her out some might say drive her nuts
( f - a. ) cup for two by @24kbils || → megan x fem!reader ➥ megan's ex was someone she'd always said she was done with. so when she shows up again, and megan starts acting strange, you can't help but feel like you're losing her by the minute.
( f. ) comfort me by @sacredgene || → pairing. megan skiendiel x bannerman!reader based on comfort me by malcolm todd ✷ fluff ── being manon's younger sister means your off limits for all her friends, but megan doesn't care, she's whipped, and you might be too. disclaimers. none pure fluff. / wc. 1,6k notes. thanks to the anon who send me a bunch of ideas, i love you so much!!
( s. ) gamez by @jihyoruri || → in which megan finds out the girl that she’s been constantly playing games knows how to play gamez too
( f - s - a. ) we're never beating the allegations by @loccki || → She carries your netball bag like it weighs nothing. You notice how tall she’s gotten. A peek into her double life — shy nerd by day, masked hero by night. You bring Megan to your netball scrimmage. She’s sitting courtside, trying not to stare too long when you tie your hair. Megan’s out patrolling rooftops, whispering your name into the night sky, wondering if she’ll ever have the courage to tell you the truth.
( f - s. ) yours by @lvenoir || → life with megan means never having a quiet day—she turns grocery runs into performance art, lazy mornings into full itineraries, and every errand into something half-chaotic, half-sweet. she calls “annoying my girlfriend” her hobby, but the truth slips out in smaller ways: the way she steals your hoodies, the way she looks for your hand in crowded places, the way her jokes taper into 2am questions she doesn’t ask anyone else. it’s loud and silly and messy, but it’s also steady, soft, and hers. and maybe, if you’re honest, yours too.
NERVOUS THE SERIES by @modanisgf || → you had never really noticed megan before, yet she was in your chemistry class and hung out around your friend circle. so when you got partnered up for your chemistry final, you didn’t think much of it. though when you encounter your near death— a vigilante saved your life. and you hate to speculate but they seemed familiar, their voice, their tight grip on your waist. it all felt a little too similar to a certain girl in your chemistry class.
( f - s - a. ) web of hearts by @doebent || →
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MEGAN HEADCANONS AS YOUR GIRLFRIEND by @coramor || → no sum!
gamer!gf megan by @danisonous || → just some fluff gamer nerd girlfriend megan. suggestive content at the end
streamer!gf megan by @baileysoksbakery || → warning: nsfw/smut !!
fwbgp!megan by @baileysoksbakery || → Smut!!, Phone sex, Implied mommy kink, cockwarming, semi-public sex, reader is an idol under hybe ( or hxg pick your poison ), phone sex, p in v
puppy girlfriend by @strapendiel || → Fluffy & suggestive content. Not really nsfw, but if u squint.. Established relationship, F!reader, bottom Megan, puppy Megan, loser Megan, whiny Megan.
long-distance relationship with megan by @strapendiel || → The hc’s are primarily focused on the fluffy side, and may contain suggestive content. — Stable relationship, slightly mommy kink, puppy Megan, clingy Megan, loser Megan, Non-idol Megan.
softly by @riumori || → ### where two idiots in love struggle with confessing to one another ✶ cw: mini smau romcom friends to lovers mutual pining ⧽ swearing they're oblivious two grammar errors ✉️ 22 images
MOONSTRUCK THE SERIES by @imaxdead || → it feels like the universe favors megan skiendiel more. every time you’re just about to have a moment with daniela avanzini, something—or someone—always finds a way to ruin it.
NEW: All Signs That Point to KATSEYE's Daniela Avanzini and Rookie WNBA Star Y/N Y/L/N's Relationship Being Nothing Short of Beautiful Chaos.
Daniela Avanzini of global girl group KATSEYE was spotted around the city with Sparks player Y/N Y/L/N after her game at the T-Mobile Arena in Las Vegas. Scroll to see how they spent their minimal time together and made it feel like they were the main characters in a romance film.
Daniela Avaninzi broke away from her girl group to spend a romantic night out with Y/N Y/L/N.
KATSEYE's main dancer and former contestant of "So You Think You Can Dance?" and the WNBA rookie were spotted hitting the city following Y/N's season opener against the Las Vegas Aces at the T-Mobile Arena on October 24th. In never-before-seen photos taken by an anonymous fan, Daniela and Y/N shared a romantic walk in the less populated streets of Las Vegas before sharing a laughter-filled moment in an outside basketball court where the rookie showed Daniela how it's done.
As they bonded over the silly moment, Y/N—sporting a gray zip-up and black shorts (seen in photos and videos taken post-game)—sneakily snapped a photo as Daniela took her shot. The girls' plans after are unknown, but we're sure they were Gnarly.
What started as a joking comment on an Instagram live has turned a full 180, flipping switches and unexpectedly becoming something that fans are obsessing over—a possible relationship between the two beloved stars. Did Y/N shoot her shot at the perfect time? Yes. Will she keep sweeping Daniela off her feet? We'll see.
Continue reading to see photos from their night out.
billie always knows how to make you fold when she looks at you with that head tilt of hers
her half closed hypnotic eyes you dread them the way you can just lose your soul completely to her you hated it and you hated her but you always ended up buried deep inside of her it was a lost cause .
she whispers into ear when you’re all clamped up into a bathroom somewhere you’re not meant to be “ don’t fight me on this you want this mama m’know you do “ she murmurs as she plants one kiss on your neck
her hands drilling into your hips gently caressing them as you smell her scent the scent you’ve always been addicted to
billie eilish was a awful woman when it came to love she ran she was possessive she claimed you with no regard whatsoever to what you thought
she wore a strap every night cause she knew she’d have you on your knees by the end of the night
puts her hands on your head tugging on it so she can guide you
hookups smoking getting drunks her motto she lives for the party life
the sound of metal clinking carries through the open garage, a steady rhythm that’s almost become part of the summer air. daniela’s half under the hood of her car, her hair tied up but a few strands falling loose as she wipes at her forehead with the back of her arm. she looks good like this, focused, a little grease smudged across her cheek, the sun catching on her skin.
you lean against the doorframe for a second, just watching her. it’s hot out, that kind of warmth that seeps into your bones and makes the whole world slow down. you’ve thrown on something light and easy, nothing fancy, just enough to keep from melting in the heat.
“hey,” you call, voice lazy, fond. she looks up immediately, a grin tugging at her mouth.
“hi baby,” she says, wiping her hands on a rag before coming over. “you’re gonna burn out here.”
“so are you,” you tease, handing her the cold drink you brought from inside. condensation runs over your fingers as she takes it, her knuckles brushing yours.
“thank you, you’re a lifesaver,” she murmurs before taking a long sip, letting out a sigh that makes you smile.
“figured you’d need a break,” you say.
“nah,” she shrugs, eyes warm. “but i’ll take one if you’re the reason.”
she goes back to her car, humming to herself, and you head toward the backyard. the sun is perfect, the water in the pool glinting like glass, and it’s too good a day not to stretch out for a bit. you settle onto the lounge chair, close your eyes, let the warmth sink in.
when daniela finally comes in later, the first thing she sees is you, laid out by the pool, skin glowing, a soft smile playing at your lips even with your eyes closed. she stops in the doorway, caught for a moment.
you hear her before you see her, the faint scuff of her boots on the tile, the soft sound of her breath catching.
“you’re gonna kill me, you know that?” she says, voice low, teasing, but there’s a note of awe in it too.
you open your eyes, squinting against the sun, smiling at her. “thought you were fixing your car?”
“yeah,” she says, but she’s not looking at her car. she’s looking at you like she just found her favorite view in the world. “that can wait”
you laugh softly, the sound melting into the lazy hum of the afternoon. “oh? i thought the car was your baby”
she shrugs, crossing the space between you with that easy, confident walk that always makes your chest flutter. “yeah, but…” her eyes sweep over you, slow and shameless. “i think you’re little more important.”
you tilt your head, smiling up at her as she stops beside your chair. the sun catches on her hair, the faint sheen of sweat on her skin, the smudge of grease she still hasn’t noticed near her jaw. she looks unfairly good like this, wild and warm and completely hers.
“you’re gonna get oil on me,” you tease as she leans down, bracing one hand on the chair beside you.
“then i guess we’ll both need a shower,” she murmurs, voice low and playful, and you can feel the heat rise in your chest that has nothing to do with the sun.
you reach up, brushing your thumb across the smear on her cheek. “you missed a spot.”
she catches your hand, presses a kiss to your palm, her lips soft and a little cool from the drink you brought her earlier.
for a moment, the world feels still, the quiet buzz of summer air, the faint ripple of water in the pool, the warmth of her so close you can feel her heartbeat.
“come on,” you say quietly, tugging at her hand. “you worked hard. at least sit with me for a bit.”
daniela smiles, the kind that’s all sunshine and affection. “yeah, alright.”
she kicks off her boots, drops down beside you, and you shift so she can stretch out half beside, half against you. her arm drapes over your stomach, her head resting near your shoulder, and you can smell the faint scent of motor oil and citrus soap clinging to her.
“better than fixing cars?” you whisper.
she hums, eyes closed, voice soft. “but i know what’ll be much better.”
before you could even form a reply, her mouth was on yours. her lips were firm and demanding, her tongue sweeping into your mouth with a confidence that left you dizzy. you could taste the faint, sweet remnants of the lemonade you’d brought her, and something that was just… her. your hands came up, tangling in the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her closer as you kissed her back with equal fervor.
she broke the kiss just as suddenly, her breathing ragged. her eyes, dark with hunger, locked onto yours. “let’s go”
she stood, pulling you up with her, her grip on your wrist firm and unyielding. she led you through the sliding glass door into the blessedly cool air of the house, not stopping until you were both standing in your shared bathroom, the pristine white tiles a stark contrast to the grime on her arms.
she turned on the shower, not bothering to test the temperature, steam already beginning to fog the glass enclosure. her eyes never left you as she tugged her grease-stained t-shirt over her head, revealing her bra beneath, then made quick work of her jeans and boots, kicking them into a corner with a clatter.
then her hands were on you, all business. she turned you around, her fingers deftly finding the tie of your bikini top. the knot gave way under her touch, and the scrap of fabric fell away. her calloused palms slid around to cup your bare breasts, her thumbs brushing over your nipples, making you gasp and arch back against her.
“so responsive,” she murmured, her breath hot against your ear. her teeth grazed your lobe, and her hands slid down your stomach, hooking into the sides of your bikini bottoms.she peeled them down your legs, leaving you completely bare before her. “so beautiful, look at you.”
she guided you into the shower, the hot water instantly sluicing over your skin, washing away the sunblock and the day’s sweat. it coursed over her shoulders, streams of water tracing the defined muscles of her back and arms, carrying tiny rivulets of grey, soapy water from the grease on her skin. she reached for the body wash, pouring a generous amount into her palm. the scent of clean, sharp bergamot filled the steamy air.
she washed every inch of you, her touch firm and deliberate as she massaged the lather into your shoulders, down your back, over the curve of your ass. she turned you around, her dark eyes drinking you in as her hands slid over your collarbones, down your sternum, circling each breast before her thumbs flicked over your nipples again, making you whimper.
she smiled, pressing you up against the glass, the water cascading over her curly hair and shoulders. her hands smoothed down your stomach, your hips, your thighs. “open your legs f’me amor,” she commanded, her voice a low rumble that vibrated through the steam.
you widened your stance, bracing your hands against the cool tile wall. the water ran between your breasts, down your belly, and she followed its path with her eyes, then her mouth. She pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss just below your navel, her tongue darting out to taste your skin. her hands slid back up your thighs, urging them further apart.
“dani…baby….” you breathed, your body already trembling in anticipation.
“i know baby,” she said, her voice full of dark promise. one hand came up to grip your hip, anchoring you in place. the other, fingers, found the sensitive bud.
the first touch was electric. a single, calloused finger slid through your folds, gathering the wetness that had nothing to do with the shower.
“so wet for me already” she whispered, yet she didn’t tease for long. she pushed one finger inside you, a perfect, stretching fullness that made your knees almost give out.
she held you up, her grip on your hip iron-steady. “i got you mama, don’t worry.” her finger began to move, a slow, torturous pump that coiled a tight spring of pleasure deep in your core.
every drag of her skin against yours was exquisitely rough, a delicious friction that made you cry out. her thumb found your clit, drawing tight, insistent circles that made you see stars behind your eyelids.
“more,” you begged, the word tearing from your throat.
“ask nicely,” she demanded, her voice husky, her own breath coming faster now.
“please, dani. please, i need more.”
a second finger joined the first, stretching you impossibly fuller, and you moaned, a raw, unfiltered sound that was lost in the spray of the shower. her pace quickened, her fingers curling inside you, searching, finding that spot that made your entire body jolt. “there… mmm…right there” you whined but her thumb never stopped its relentless, circling pressure on your clit.
the sensations built, a torrent threatening to break through a dam. your breaths came in ragged gasps, mingling with the steam. you were shamelessly riding her hand, meeting every thrust, your pleas for her to never stop becoming a continuous mantra. you could feel the tension coiling tighter, a spring wound to its breaking point. her eyes were locked on your face, watching every flicker of ecstasy, every desperate contortion.
“that’s it,” she coaxed, her voice rough with her own arousal. “come for me cariño” the command, the feel of her inside you, the way one hand held your waist while you head found her shoulder. the climax crashed over you. your vision blurred as your inner muscles clenched around her fingers, drawing out the intense pleasure, held up only by her strong arm and the tile at your back.
slowly, gently, she withdrew her fingers, her touch softening to steady you as you trembled through the aftershocks. satisfaction filled in her eyes as she brought her wet fingers to her lips, tasting you without breaking eye contact.
she leaned in, her mouth hovering just above yours, her voice a low, possessive whisper in the steam-filled space.
letters from the host. updates for sys will be every 3 days when my 4k special begins tomorrow! this will change back to every other day when it ends :)
HIII im so late but i wanted to say that a for effort is fucking amazing i swear i think about it during the day out of the blue or before i go to sleep it was SO good. and especially the small details like reader finally changing billie's contact info even though it wasn't specified omg. and the build was so good and worth it i would sell my soul for more stuff like that.
OH MY GOD THANK U!! i didn't think anyone would notice the small details but im so glad u did and yesss i wanted to subtly show everything and not rush it all
js wanted to say that your writing style is literally HEAVENLY. like i’m just rereading your fics every night cause they’re so original and interesting and immaculate.
please keep going, love your work <3
thanks anon 🥺 thats so sweet and stuff like this is what keeps me going so dw imma have stuff out soon just for u!!
RHIS MADE ME ICK SO BADDDD💔💔 i think i’m better off js writing fluff actually…
the roar of the engines faded into a distant hum as sophia stormed out of the pit garage, her helmet clutched tightly in her hand. a DNF—her first DNF (did not finish) of the season. a mechanical failure, they said. bullshit. it was the team's fault, the strategy, the pressure. her blood boiled, every muscle in her body taut with unreleased fury.
she hated losing, hated the helplessness of it all. but she wasn't about to let it consume her. not yet. not until she got home. the drive back was a blur of clenched fists on the steering wheel and muttered curses under her breath, the city streets passing by in a haze of traffic lights and honking horns.
you were waiting for her in the dimly lit apartment, and you’d watched the race on TV, watched her car spin out on the final lap, the commentators' voices rising in shock as the screen showed her vehicle skidding off the track. you knew what that meant. sophia wasn't one to vent with words. she bottled it up, let it simmer until it exploded in the most intimate ways.
you heard the door slam shut downstairs, the echo reverberating through the building. then, her footsteps—slow at first, deliberate, as if she was trying to compose herself, but growing heavier as she climbed the stairs. the apartment door creaked open, and she stepped inside, her presence filling the room like a storm cloud.
she didn't say a word as she entered the bedroom, her eyes locking onto yours with a soft intensity. and in that moment, sophia didn’t know which urge was stronger—the need to collapse in your arms or to let her frustration spill out.
you didn’t move at first. you just watched her silently, softly. your head resting against the doorframe, arms crossed, concern lingering in your eyes. sophia glanced away, tongue pressing against her cheek before letting out a quiet, almost self-mocking chuckle under her breath.
shaking her head, sophia looks back up. forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. she took a deep breath, the sound heavy in the still air before she murmured,
“angel… c’mere,” she patted her lap—in invitation, or maybe in surrender.
you pushed off the frame and slowly padded towards sophia, nibbling on your bottom lip nervously. when you finally reach her, she leaned back slightly.
sophia’s arms find their way around your waist, gently pulling you into her lap. you break your silence, “i saw the race, mahal…” you mumble carefully, fidgeting with your fingers.
sophia hums, burying her face into your neck. “know you did.”
you frown, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “you did good, sophi… so good,”
“not good enough, apparently.” she says, not looking up.
“baby. look at me.” you command softly, cupping sophia’s face with both hands—forcing her to look at you. her jaw tightened, but her eyes gave her away—glassy, tired, breaking just a little at the edges. you could see every word she wanted to say but couldn’t.
“i hate losing,” she finally whispered, her voice small.
you pause, just holding sophia there for a second. your thumbs brushing over her cheeks.
“you don’t have to win to be perfect. and you don’t always have to win, or be perfect.” you muttered softly.
“you’re allowed to just… be, sophi.”
sophia’s eyes flickered down to your lips, then back up again. her expression softening.
and then, that’s when you finally felt it. that’s when you could feel sophia surrender.
“mahal… kiss,” sophia pleads, slightly pouting.
you leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, soft kiss. you deepen the kiss, shifting your position before guiding her to lie back on the bed. sophia followed your lead, her hands resting on your hips as you straddled her.
“sophi, s’this okay?” you ask softly, wanting to make sure that she wants this as much as you do.
sophia nods quickly, her grip on your hips tightening. “mhm… please, baby- need you,”
you nodded, gently tugging at sophia’s half-undone racing suit before taking it off slowly. your fingers hook onto the waistband of her boxers, carefully pulling it down. you quickly take off your top, then your shorts—leaving you in just the panties and lacy bra sophia had bought for you as a set in paris.
“fuck, angel… you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” sophia groans, her hands roaming around your body.
you giggle softly, “i love you, mahal…” you press a small peck on her cheek as your hands inched down further, swiftly removing sophia’s underwear in one go—letting her length spring free.
you take a deep breath, taking in the sight in front of you. “s’ big, sophi…” you whimper.
“s’okay, mahal… you can take it. you’ve taken it before, right, angel?” sophia smiles softly, guiding your hands to her shoulders.
you bite your lip in deep thought, nodding in agreement. with sophia’s encouragement, you carefully align the tip to your entrance, slowly sink yourself down on her length. “o-oh- sophi,” you gasp softly.
“take your time, baby… m’right here,” she rubs soothing circles on your hips and pulls you into a kiss, swallowing your moans before pulling away.
“s’okay… jus’ lay back- please, sophi? wanna take care of you…” you insist, a pout forming on your lips.
sophia laughs softly, “angel, you already are…”
“but i wanna make you feel good…”
“you’re already doing that too, mahal.”
you look up at sophia with a frown, earning another laugh from her.
she kisses your forehead, “alright, alright… i’ll lay back.”
you smile softly, slowly starting to move up and down her shaft—drawing soft moans from you and sophia.
“mhm, that’s it… keep going, angel-“ she praises, letting you do all the work by yourself this time. “can feel you tightening up… you close, baby?”
you nod shyly, biting your lip.
“yeah? i’m getting close, too… where d’you want me, mahal?”
“inside, please, baby… ‘m on the pill,” you mumble softly in between breathy whimpers, your hands tightening on sophia’s shoulders.
“okay… fuck- ‘m cumming, angel-“ sophia finishes inside you as your walls clamp down on her length, coating it in your juices. you slump against sophia, resting your head on her chest, your body still slightly shuddering from the intense orgasm. she stays buried inside you, holding you close.
“love you s’much, sophi… forget about the race, okay?”
dani sits comfortably, surrounded by the lively energy of her friends and mixed home-team and away family members. in particular though, the three best friends of the woman of the hour. the buzz of excitement from the game hasn't dulled since it started, and the room is filled with laughter and celebratory chatter. as she sits on a plus couch alongside manon and megan, she can't help but glance over at the door from time to time.
meeting you in person for the first time isn't something she thought she'd be doing this soon. she's nervous even though you've been calling, texting, and facetiming every other second of every day. she's familiar with you, but the idea of sharing actual space with you has her heart skipping beats more often.
she's excited, of course, but she can't stop wondering how tall you are up-close and personal, what scent you wear like a badge, and how you really carry yourself without a screen to protect you. the anticipation of finally discovering all these details in person heightens her nerves, but beneath it all, there's this biting eagerness to fill the gap between your late-night calls and a real life conversation.
"so wait," tate says as sophia finishes explaining how the girls met and how the group was formed, "you're telling me you met in a training program that actually turned out to be a survival show in the end? and nobody told any of you until a-year-and-a-half after you guys had been training for what you thought was an audition?"
lara nods, glancing over at megan and manon who are also nodding on the couch opposite of her. "training was pretty grueling, even more so after they revealed that we'd be seriously competing for a spot in the girl group," megan responded with a faint frown, causing james to follow. lara takes over, "even now, it's so cruel to think about. but we love every one of those girls so dearly to this day."
"i can't even imagine training or competition to that extent," tate replies, tone soft. she smiles gently at each of the girls and then continues, "but you made it. that's an incredible thing, you know. i would crumble under pressure." that elicits a string of laughter from everyone in the space, the two friend groups clicking like this wasn't their first time meeting. granted, tate and james have known the girls to a small degree, but it feels so much different talking to them under unprofessional circumstances. they finally get to see each of them without the happy-go-lucky persona they're always forced to put on for the cameras.
"trust me, we almost all thought about it at one point," sophia adds, shaking her head as the memories flow back in her mind like a flood. "but hey, we stuck it out and made it, and that's what counts."
laroi smiles from beside tate, finally gathering the courage to add something to the conversation. "that was Y/N's motto the entire year after she got drafted." he says with a quiet, nervous chuckle. the only person he actually recognizes and really knows from the girl group sitting in front of him is manon, one of his newer friends. he sort of expected them to be more sharp and professional, but they're pretty chill and genuinely likeable. not that he didn't think they were, he just doesn't find himself the best in situations that involve meeting new people.
"oh, yeah," james chirps, leaning his elbows forward on his knees. "first thing she did after the ceremony was call the groupchat and cry, cry, cry. then she got all sentimental and started saying how much she loved basketball and how 'fan-flipping-tastic' the moment was, and that's when she started giving us a full-on speech that included her motto that she definitely came up with on the spot."
tate grins. "it was such a special moment for us, knowing how much basketball really means to her. there was a ton of rumors about what teams were scouting her, and we really thought she'd be moving to new york for the liberty after she started hanging around one of their players—literally, we were bombarding her with questions the entire day the photos got put out there."
dani hums as she nods at all the information she's safely storing in her mind. "good thing she got drafted by her home team and was able to stay. i don't think she would make it without you guys." dani lets out a small laugh and looks toward the door again for a quick moment. nothing. "the other day she told me she had to text you guys to ask where her airfryer was?"
the australian boys scoffs and playfully rolls his eyes. "she lends us shit all the time and tells us to use it for however long we like. it's usually a short period of time, but even if we bring it back a day after and place it in the same spot, she has no idea where the damn thing is. even though we tell her where we put it!"
all nine of them burst into a synchronized laughter, and dani couldn't be more happy she's bonding with your friends so smoothly. she knows how important they are to you, so if they don't like her, maybe you won't either. no signs have shown that they dislike her or any of the girls, so she's sure she's stressing far too much. all three of them are so kind and easy to talk to, even laroi, surprisingly, who's only spoke four sentences in the past fifteen minutes they've been in the lounge. he's unintentionally funny, and dani can see why you'd gravitate towards a guy like him. with tate and james, they're both such vibrant spirits, two people who never run out of things to say but never let the conversation dull.
they remind her of megan and manon, oddly enough, in the way they're so wise yet so playful at the same time. she can see parts of her friends in yours, little details she absolutely adores in her found-family and will most likely enjoy in your own. the blond boy beside tate reminds her most of yoonchae, quiet and reserved at first, then outgoing and crazy in the best way once you finally get to know them. lara and sophia are a mix of all three of them and she can't help but notice that your friends aren't all that different from her own circle. a sense of comfort washes over her at that revelation, something similar to a warm blanket in the dead of winter—cozy and familiar.
just then, two girls, no older than thirteen, approach hesitantly. sophia notices her first, offering a warm smile that instantly makes the taller girls shoulders drop. dani sees the phone in the shorter girls hand and instantly knows what's about to happen. she's felt the stares the entire day, and it's almost a breath of fresh air seeing such a younger fan finding the bravery to approach them. "are you guys katseye? would you mind if we took a picture with you?" the taller girls asks, excitement evident in her eyes, voice shaking. "if—if you're not too busy."
dani grins at the girl and sits up. "of course!" she stands, signaling manon and megan to follow her, taking their places behind lara, sophia, and yoonchae. "what are your names?"
the girls' faces light up. the taller girls answers first, clearly the older sister, "aurora." then the shorter girl speaks up, "aria. our sister, mira, plays on the team and she's a huge fan of yours as well. she has, like, a million posters of you guys on her walls." the girl looks down at the phone in her hands, "she's gonna be so jealous when she sees this photo."
lara chuckles as the girl brings her phone up and flashes a peace sign alongside her sister. all six girls follow suite and duck low to get closer to the girls. as they pose for the picture, the group can't help but feel a sense of warmth in connecting with those who find solace in their music. once the photos are taken, the girls take a few steps closer to tate, laroi, and james and ask them for a photo as well. they all happily agree, and then the girls step back and look at all nine of them in all their glory.
"thank you all so much!" aurora exclaims after lowering her phone. "we literally can't wait for your next comeback, like, counting-down-the-days excited. ari's been predicting the lyrics," she says, grinning as she reveals her sister's secrets, quickly making aria's face heat in embarrassment. "be quiet!"
megans smile widens, "we're so glad you're excited! we can't say much yet, but we're working super hard for our comeback, and it might be closer than you think." she leans in to give the girls quick hugs, the rest of the girls following suite room after. "tell paetynn we said hi and that we appreciate her support as well."
the two younger girls nod enthusiastically, smiling bright. "we will, thank you again!" aria replies, voice still shaking in excitement. with that, they turn on their heels and head back to their parents sitting across the lobby, bouncing on their toes. dani watches her go, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over her for these small interactions that show their fans who they really are as people, and not just idols.
as dani watches them sit beside their parents and immediately start talking, a genuine smile lingering across her face, she turns back to the group, getting ready to delve back into the topic of everything you. however, the moment she parts her lips to speak, she notices nobody's really paying attention, or even interested in conversation anymore. hazel eyes drift between everyone's faces, raising an eyebrow, confused as to why they all have faint smirks on their faces.
"you have time for one more picture?" after nearly a month of hearing thay voice through her phone speaker, dani is one-thousand percent sure she could recognize it just about anywhere.
it's playful but real.
it's you.
her pulse stutters for just a second, and then turns, half-expecting it to be a member of staff that she stupidly mistook as you. but the second her eyes land on you, everything else around her fades into background noise. her face lights up, freezing for a moment.
you're standing there in a gray jacket, zipped halfway up, hair still a little messy from the game. your hands are in your pockets, seemingly casual, but there's that unmistakable gleam in your eyes—the same one she's seen a hundred times through late-night facetimes and videos on your instagram page with your friends. for a moment, dani forgets to breathe. it's the first time she's seeing you in person after weeks of shaky screens and fuzzy quality, and somehow, you're both exactly the same and completely different.
the girls in the seats around her notice instantly. lara elbows sophia, smirking smugly, megan's staring at you in a mix of awe and disbelief, and yoonchae and manon are simply smiling at how the two of you are already acting so weird. tate, james, and laroi exchange a round of playful kissy noises and teasing coos, shifting slowly into half-contained snickers and soft glances at the space between you and the girl you've been pining over.
dani blinks, snapping herself back to her senses and pulling herself together just enough to hide the way her heart flutters. "the window just ended," she teases, voice light as she drags out the word. "so sorry."
"that's a real shame," you say, mock-pouting as you inch closer. your tone is teasing, but there's this specific warmth beneath it, something that's especially for her. for a moment, time seems to pause entirely as they share their first in-person gaze. you take in the details—the way her eyes crinkle lightly when she smiles, the confidence in her presence, the carefree energy she exerts effortlessly.
she looks up at you, finally meeting your gaze and keeping it. it hits her only then—how tall you actually are, how your smile looks even softer and sweeter in person, how the edge of your jaw catches the light perfectly. you, meanwhile, haven't taken your eyes off of her since the moment you walked in. everything about her, from the way blush creeps up her neck to the way she fidgets with her hands in her lap, has you mesmerized. wow, maybe you are whipped.
"you're taller than i thought," dani says, finally, her voice quieter than you heard when you walked in.
"you're prettier than i thought," you reply.
laroi fights a laugh from the couch beside you, covering his mouth with his hand as he ducks to hide behind tate. you mouth a "shut the fuck up" before turning back to dani with a lopsided smile, eyes quickly drifting away again when someone waves you over.
on the way there, you stop to thank a few people congratulating you on the win, your voice light, eyes still somehow finding their way back to dani without even meaning to. she's surrounded by her friends—laughing, glowing, tucking a strand behind her ear like you made her nervous—but even with all the noise and movement happening around, she stands out to you like she's under her own spotlight.
as you make your way through the small clusters of players, staff, and guests in the lounge, dani watches you, trying hard not to make it obvious but failing anyway. there's a mixture of admiration and nervous excitement in her eyes, that wide-eyed look of someone who can't quite believe the moment is actually happening. you're wearing the simplest post-game outfit—a gray zip-up, white tee, black shorts—but somehow, you still manage to look stupidly good. girlfriend-material good, if she's being honest.
but she won't say that out loud.
not yet, at least.
you're in the black slides you slipped into before jogging here from the locker rooms, socks scrunched just above your ankle. your hair's still slightly damp with sweat, messy in the way that looks like you did it on purpose. the thin chain around your neck glints lightly when you move, catching her eye again. she notices little things about you she never caught through the screen—the single stud earring on your right ear, the small tattoo on your wrist, the way your grin always starts in your eyes before it ever reaches your mouth.
by the time you find yourself standing in front of her again, it feels like the rest of the room's blurred out. she looks up—not that she ever looked away—and you've got this cocky half-grin on your face. soft, smug, a little shy.
"hi, dani," you say, voice lower now, breaking the silence that's stretched just a second too long. the curl of your lips is infectious.
dani giggles. a genuine, downright whipped, giggle. it's not even that funny because all you said was hi, but it comes out before she stop herself. "hi, rookie." she greets, finally standing and actually realizing the massive height difference. she brushes her hands over her jeans like she doesn't know what to do with them, completely and utterly unaware of the girls around them giggling.
you want nothing more than to absolutely freak out and tell her how you've been dying to see her since the day you brought up the ticket offer, but considering both your friends and hers are sitting not two feet away from you two, that's not really an option. and neither is a movie-level kiss. so when you step forward, it feels automatic when she immediately mirrors your actions. the hug that follows is quick—friendly enough for everyone watching, but there's this quiet hum underneath it all that neither of you can ignore.
as dani leans into your embrace, she can't help but bask in the warmth you bring and how you bend down a little to accommodate her height. your breathing is soft, even, and she can almost feel the gentle beating of your heart where you're connected. and god, you smell good. dani catches it instantly—something warm and clean, like vanilla and cedar mixed with the faintest hint of sweat and body wash. it's an inviting fragrance, something that fits you perfectly, comforting but addictive.
the hug is brief, maybe three seconds at the most, but it feels like a full minute. the room fades to a blur of laughter and soft conversations. for that short instant, it's just you—you with your vanilla-scented warmth and that lazy grin—and her with her heart fluttering and pulse pounding loud in her ears.
when you pull away, a grin is already tugging at your lips again, this smug yet bashful little curve at the corners of your mouth. "gotta get my back used to bending down that far if we're gonna be hugging often," you murmur, tone teasing in a way she's been waiting to hear in person.
before the latina can fire back, a familiar voice breaks through the moment you were having.
"where my hug at?"
both of you turn just as billie walks over, hair down now, a cap thrown on beneath her hoodie, eyes flicking between you and dani like she's stumbled into something she wasn't supposed to interrupt. james and laroi immediately start clowning from one of the couches—mocking gasps, dragged out oohs—and manon, lara, and megan lose it from the couches opposite. megan's covering her mouth, whispering something to lara that makes her double over. manon waves over at billie like she's known her a lifetime, a little starstruck at the chance to meet her favorite player, and yoonchae and sophia politely wave at her.
you laugh, rubbing the back of your neck. "you're a little late."
"nah," billie says, grinning deviously as she points between the two of you. "i think i'm right on time, swooping in right before you two kissed and blinded the entire room."
dani's face heats beyond belief, and even tate and sophia hold back a laugh at billie's bold words. you simply reach over and punch her arm, not even phasing her as she steps back and holds her stomach in laughter. "actually, please go fuck yourself."
the point guard pats your back one last time before prancing over behind the couch your friends are sat on, offering them a drink from the lounge. tate's the first to stand, politely bidding her goodbyes as she loops her arm around laroi's, who follows in her footsteps. james daps up each one of the girls, including you and dani, before ducking out of the way and trailing after the others. sophia, sensing dani's desire to be alone with you, stands up.
"the food looks good," sophia comments, tapping yoonchae's shoulder. "plus, we haven't eaten since lunch and we've been lingering around dani like moths to a flame."
manon and megan, noticing the clear implication in their leader's words, nod and rise to their feet, both of them tapping dani's shoulder as they pass by her. lara smiles at you as she walks by, waving softly before continuing to follow behind the wicked pair of girls that have been teasing dani relentlessly the entire night.
after a beat, you let yourself fall into the now open seat beside dani, a teasing smirk pulling at your mouth. "so," you start, "what's the verdict? how'd i play? better than the college games you watched, i bet."
"the verdict," she hums, tapping her chin and looking up, pretending to think as you glance over to smile at laroi who gives you a thumbs up from the bar. "hmm... i'd say it was the usual—running down the court, making shots. a little light work, right?" she shrugs, feigning nonchalance. "i guess you did alright."
"alright?" you echo, clutching your chest in mock offense. "just alright? dani, i thought i was out there making history, breaking ankles and whatnot."
she snorts, shaking her head as laughter finally spills out of her. it's warm, genuine—the kind of laugh that has your cheeks flaming and your smile widening more than it should. "you were more than alright," she admits, eyes gleaming. "you were amazing. i might've screamed your name one too many times. fear and happiness, so don't get cocky."
you raise your hands. "wasn't even going to. i almost threw the ball to somebody on the other team in the second quarter..." your eyes widen slightly at the memory—or maybe it's just because you noticed dani scoot closer. intentional or not, your heart is racing. "but thank you. i love keeping my number one fan happy."
"whatever," she laughs, shoving your shoulder lightly. her eyes drift across the room, landing on james, who is currently making faces at you. she nudges you, fingers wrapping around your forearm loosely. "oh my god, you've been talking to me since you came in. go talk to your friends before they resent me."
her words draw your attention, and your heart warms at her consideration. seriously, could she get any more perfect? you glance over, and sure enough, james is making a kiss face and pointing between you and dani, meanwhile tate and laroi are grinning like they've just witnessed the most entertaining thing all night. which, if you're allowed to brag for once in your life, wouldn't be quite true, seeing as you just made the first three of your entire career and season.
not that you wouldn't be able to make a million with your eyes closed, but tonight was different.
...for many more unnamed reasons.
you smile. "be right back. don't leave," you tease, getting up out of your seat and jogging over to the bar.
before you can even open your mouth to properly greet them, laroi's already grinning from ear-to-ear. he offers his hand to dap you up. "hey, hotshot," he teases. "you played insane tonight."
"yeah, Y/N/N," tate adds from the seat beside him, leaning over her boyfriend's lap partially. "you had the crowd losing their minds. that pull-up in the fourth quarter? ridiculous. even the aces fans were shocked, like, fully holding hands over their mouths." she slips out of her seat and steps over, pulling you into a hug. "seriously, they'll be dead wrong if they don't choose you for rookie of the year."
you smile softly, eyes shutting at the warmth of her words. "thank you, tate."
james nods from beside laroi, sipping on a pepsi. "facts," he chimes in, slapping your shoulder once tate pulls back. "you should've seen us in the stands. we were cheering our asses off. kinda surprised the cameras didn't capture us sooner with how loud we were."
an airy chuckle falls from between your lips. "i really appreciate it. thank you so much for coming out."
the group exchanges a few knowing looks, eyes flicking between you and the girl waiting patiently a few feet behind you, and tate nudges laroi lightly. "we're heading out to get food with billie since she's apparently 'starved from stealing so many girls' hearts tonight,'" she imitates billie, then laughs when the aforementioned girl nods dead-seriously. laroi and james are already turning toward the exit, nodding and waving one last time. tate steps closer, whispering directly into your ear, "you two take your time."
billie smirks behind the canadian girl, somehow hearing what she said. "yeah, and don't do anything we wouldn't do."
"especially with dani," james adds from a little further along, sporting a grin that earns him a glare from you and a chuckle from tate.
"bye guys," you call, giving them a playful wave as you all but shove billie towards the hallway.
she glances back once more, gaze firmer than before. "don't make any headlines tonight, please."
you nod, even though the words are already becoming blurred between your impatience to talk more with dani and the hunger that's rumbling in your stomach. "i won't, mom."
"and don't fall asleep in her hotel tonight unless you want to book your own flight," billie adds over her shoulder.
"and that's your cue to leave!" you exclaim.
once they disappear, the noise in the lounge feels softer—quieter somehow. you turn on your heel and walk back over to dani, the teasing smile still painted across your mouth, but your gaze lingers a second too long, eyes dragging down her frame in a way that makes her nervous.
her cheeks warm. "what?" she laughs nervously.
"you didn't have to look this good coming to my game," you say quietly, leaning in just enough so only she can hear. "you're gonna make my teammates jealous," you murmur with a smirk, taking your spot next to her again.
she looks down at her shoes, trying—and failing—to hide the blush rapidly creeping up her neck.
you chuckle, smirk lifting higher. "see? that one got you." you shift a little closer, brushing your shoulder lightly against hers. "come on. if it's the same as the crypto arena, they're gonna start clearing the lounge soon. wouldn't want you getting swept up in that."
"shut up, Y/N," she mutters, but she's smiling as she stands up and waits for you to follow.
"so bossy," you tease with a cheeky smile, offering your arm nervously. "stay close though. these reporters go crazy after games like that."
dani glances at you, eyes narrowing suspiciously. "is it the reporters or do you just want me close to you?" she accuses, tone light.
you grin, and dani wants the floor to open up and swallow her whole. your smile might be one of your best features, if she's being honest. "can't it be both?" you reply, and dani can't help but roll her eyes and nudge you. she accepts your arm and holds onto it firmly, and once she's linked her arm through yours, she can feel the heaviness in your forearm as they make contact.
feeling your muscle through your jacket is insane. dani would be lying if she said it didn't make her feel something.
you, however, are right. the environment in the hallway is bouncing with post-game energy and excitement. reporters with cameras and microphones cling and hover around the exit of the lounge like a bunch of koalas, eager and jumping at the chance to capture a piece of coverage or action from the players of both teams.
"hi, daniela!" a man yells from the back.
"Y/N, over here! to your right!" a woman calls.
"daniela, what did you think of your girlfriend's phenomenal performance tonight?" another man screams from the front.
the words hang in the air for a beat, cameras aimed and ready, and dani can't help stop the little smirk that creeps it's way onto her face—another small detail of the night that'll definitely make the front page of headlines and articles tomorrow. but that's not something she wants to think about right now, or for the rest of the night, for that matter. all she wants to think about is where you'll take her and what kind of mischief she's going to get herself into with you tonight.
you glance down at her, trying to hide a reaction of your own. though, hiding a laugh is not your specialty, considering the last press conference you had. "you gonna answer that one?"
she looks up at you, leaning up as far as she can to whisper into your ear, eyes sparkling. "maybe after get out of here."
the noise from the hallway slowly fades the further you lead her down the makeshift red carpet that the interviewers have made it, the buzz of reporters replaced by the los hum of air conditioning vents and the dull squeak of your slides on the polished floors. the walk to the locker room isn't long, just a few right turns and long corridors until the doors stand at the end of a dimmer hallway.
you hold the door open for her, the faint smell of floor polish and sweat lingering in the air of the locker room. most of the players from both your team and the aces are gone by now, just a couple players scattered around, chatting quietly or zipping duffel bags shut. someone's music bleeds faintly from someone's headphones, calming and soft. the energy feels... different now. more gentle.
sitting near a locker in the bag are your bags, zipper half-open with one of your shoes peeking out of it. you head over, crouching down and grabbing the towel you used earlier, wiping off any excess sweat from your face. "won't take long," you tell her over your shoulder, voice casual, shoulders finally dropping. "just gotta grab my stuff, then we'll go."
"no rush," dani says, leaning against the wall, arms crossed loosely. she looks way too comfortable in a place that's definitely not meant for visitors. "i've been waiting for you since yesterday, so please, take your time."
you chuckle under your breath at her teasing, tossing your towel into the bin next to the cart you took it from before digging through your bag. you take your shoes, uniform, and basketball out of your bag before carefully rearranging them one by one, making up for the mess of a packing job you did while on your rush to find dani. speaking of her, she's quiet for a little—watching you, you think—but when she speaks again, her voice is soft.
"hey," she says, "you wanna go out for dinner after this?"
a hum leaves your mouth in acknowledgement, distracted as you dig in your bag and move your water bottle. "yeah, sure," you mumble absentmindedly, going to zip your bag.
but then it hits you.
your hand freezes mid-air. you blink once, twice, and then your head whips around to look at her. "wait, what?"
she's smiling now, failing to hide her laugh. "i said," she starts, dragging the word out like she knows exactly what she's doing, "do you wanna go out for dinner? i have to fulfill my promise and tonight is perfect."
you blink again, feeling heat crawl up your neck. "like—dinner, dinner?"
the latina raises an eyebrow, amusement flickering behind her eyes, hazel seeming lighter in the low light of the locker room. "yeah, that's usually what people mean when they say dinner."
you can't help the grin that spread across your face, even as you quickly rise to your feet and sling your backpack over your shoulder, trying to play it cool—but you're totally not, and she can see right through you. "uh, yeah," you say, a little too quick, a little too eager. "yeah, absolutely."
she laughs softly, the sound bouncing off the empty lockers and echoing in your mind over and over again. that's definitely a sound you won't get tired of. "you're cute when you panic."
"i'm not panicking," you protest weakly, even though you one hundred percent are, fumbling with your zipper like it's suddenly become the most complicated invention in the world.
"sure," she teases, tilting her head.
you turn to face her fully, and now you're smiling again—something between shy and charged. it's not like you can help it, her smile is contagious. "wherever you wanna go," you say, voice steadier this time. "i'm down."
dani studies you for a minute, her lips twitching. "so if i said i want sushi—"
"then we're getting sushi."
"and if i said tacos?"
"we're getting tacos," you answer, not missing a beat.
"wow," she says, smirking. "obedient much?"
you laugh, cheeks still a little red. "maybe it's just for you."
she pushes off the wall, meeting you halfway as you both walk toward the exit together. her shoulder brushes yours, and the faint scent of her perfume mixes with the sharp scent of the locker room's floor cleaner. you glance down at her again, the same stupidly large grin threatening to break through. "so... dinner?"
"dinner," she confirms, bumping your shoulder.
and when you both step out into the empty, quiet hallway, the sound of your shared laughter fills the space—light, easy, like you've known each other a lifetime. that's what you've been trying to tell yourself to keep yourself composed, but every time she looks at you with those pretty hazel eyes and soft freckles, it's like your entire brain shuts down and resets all by itself.
your steps sync as you lead her toward the exit in the way back, remembering how enclosed and unknown it was when you first arrived with the team. your hand lightly brushes hers as you push open the heavy door, the hinges creaking in protest before spilling both of you into the cool vegas night. the air outside hits different than it did earlier—thinner, energized, full with the noise of buzzing streetlights and traffic echoing from the strip a few blocks away.
you glance around quickly before tugging your hoodie over your head, stepping on the other side of the dani so that she's closest to the wall. this exit is supposed to be not well-known, but even in a big city like vegas still means a couple fans and a handful of paparazzi parked across the street, cameras already flashing before the door even shuts behind you.
"great," you mutter under your breath, trying to shield the girl beside you with your bag. dani laughs quietly, not nearly as bothered, just shoving her hair back and grinning like she's used to the chaos. one of the flashes catches her eyes perfectly—light hazel and bright even in the low light—and you swear your heart does a somersault. you shake your head, snapping yourself out of your trance. "sorry for this."
she brushes you off with a gentle smile, and a second later, she's checking her phone, screen lighting her face as the two of you start walking down the sidewalk. her lips curl into a light before she even says anything.
"what?" you ask, smiling curiously.
she shows you her phone. it's the girls' groupchat—'kit kats'—and manon's already sent something.
manon tell y/n i said hi 🤗🤗🤗
megan maybe don't tell her anything actually!!!!! enjoy what your doing girl and get that cookie!!!!
sophia have fun but don't get too crazy, dani. remember we're still in vegas. tell y/n not to get too bold.
yoonchae oh who is you
lara IM CTFUU
dani snorts and locks her phone, tucking it into her back pocket. "they're so nosy," she mutters, still smiling despite herself.
"what exactly classifies as 'bold'?" you inquire, raising a half-teasing half-serious eyebrow, a lopsided grin plastered on your face as you step off the curb. her eyes flick over, driving down your face before getting caught on your lips for a second too long. your stomach twists.
she hums. "guess you'll just have to figure that out on your own," she replies, a little too low for the way your heart is already halfway to leaping out of your chest. the glint in her eyes, however, tells you you'll be finding out sooner than you originally thought. she's already making your head foggy and you haven't even made it past dinner with the damn girl.
"uh-huh," you murmur, nudging her with your elbow. "you're making it a little hard for me not to find out right now."
she bumps you back, grinning. "i wouldn't complain."
this evil ass girl.
you drop the topic before you can dig yourself deeper into whatever mischief she has up her sleeve, and the two of you continue down the sidewalk—side by side, you following the sidewalk rule, her listening go the way your footsteps mix with the city's calming rhythm that is night. the concrete hums with people—tourists, lights, the soft breeze of cars passing. you both look around, realizing neither of you have any idea where to go or what to do.
"so, what are we craving?" you ask.
"something not from room service," she replies, deadpan.
"okay. that narrows it down to, what, hardly anything in vegas?" you sigh, exaggerating the sound.
"exactly," she huffs. "but we'll find something."
before you can reply, something down the street catches your eye—a line of parked electric scooters glowing faint green under a streetlight overhead. you stop dead in your tracks, eyes lighting up like a kid seeing candy. your eyes are already widening before the words can even leave your mouth.
"oh, hell yeah," you say, already looking over at dani.
dani looks at you suspiciously. "no."
"yes," you're already jogging toward them before she can explain her case any further, pulling your phone out and giggling like a child.
"absolutely not," she tries, but her cheeks are already aching from how hard she's smiling.
"too late," you sing, scanning the QR code with your phone. the scooter beeps to life, lights blinking as you grin mischievously. "get on, miss america."
"no," she repeats, crossing her arms, half-laughing even though she's serious.
you pout. "c'mon, it'll be fun. you can't tell me you've never been on one of these."
"you're right, i haven't," she replies, raising her brows, "and i plan to keep that streak going." she finishes, backing up a little. her fear and skepticism give her more than a lousy excuse to look you up and down, only now noticing how well your outfit defines your muscles and how effortless your style looks even while you're only wearing a hoodie and shorts.
"you're killing me here, dani," you whine, hand over your heart like she's just deeply wronged you. "look, i'll control it. you just have to stand there and look pretty. shouldn't be much of a task considering that's what you always do."
that earns you a laugh—embarrassed and amused—but she still hesitates, glaring at the scooter like it's some wild animal. because, sure, she knows how to drive and has even gone over ninety miles-per-hour in her car, but this is different. it's a scooter, unshielded and unsafe. however, with the soft way you're looking at her and the genuine smile you're flashing at her, she feels an odd sense of comfort wash over her.
"fine," she sighs after a few seconds, stepping closer. "but if we die, i swear—"
"we won't," you interrupt quickly, climbing on first. "my handles are amazing, you're in good hands."
"that's what people say before they die, y'know."
"trust me," you say, tone leaving no room for argument.
she huffs but finally steps on, carefully placing her hands on the handlebars before realizing you're supposed to be steering. "wait, where do i stand?"
"front," you say, trying not to laugh at how new this is to her. "just... yeah. right there."
so she does, hands gripping the sides as you step up behind her, one hand steadying the handlebars, the other resting on her hip for balance. the sudden closeness makes her freeze for a second—your front pressed against her back, your breath brushing her shoulder when you lean in to speak. "ready?" you ask softly, hand leaving her hip to grab the other handlebar.
"not really," she mutters.
you grin. "perfect."
the scooter jerks forward, smooth at first, but the moment you turn onto the next block it wobbles. "woah," you laugh, adjusting your balance as the girl in front of you lets out a startled noise that sounds way too much like a squeal. it only makes you laugh again, feeling the ache in your cheeks with how many times you smiled at her tonight, something that's only ever happened around friends and family. she's just something special and tonight leaves even more room for you to discover that feeling with her.
"slow down!" she squeaks, gripping your hands on the handlebars. "Y/N, oh my fucking—"
"i got it! dani, i got you," you promise, even though you're kinda doubting yourself as you ride over a dip on the sidewalk. you absolutely do not got it.
you take a left turn too sharp and the scooter nearly tilts. dani lets out a panicked laugh, yelling your and gripping onto your hands tighter—something that's definitely not helping your case, but you're not complaining. the scooter jerks once you get back on track, and she yells your name.
"Y/N!"
a sudden burst of laughter escapes you as you steer it straight once again, both of you wobbling for a second before finding the rhythm you should've found the moment you stepped on the damn thing. "see? easy."
dani gives you an incredulous look over her shoulder, brows furrowed and chest heaving as she twists to glare at you completely while still holding on for dear life. "easy? we almost died!?"
"'almost' being the key word," you sass, smiling proudly.
she shakes her head. "you're insane."
"and yet you're still here."
she groans but laughs anyway, the sound bubbling out of her uncontrollably as the wind catches in her curls. her laughter echoes against the empty stretch of the street, and you swear the neon lights reflecting off her smile are brighter than anything else in vegas right now. you slow down finally, steering onto a quieter road before you can crash from staring at her for too long. the night's cool air wraps around the both of you, your heart still pounding from adrenaline and laughter.
"told you it's fun," you say quietly, leaning a bit closer to her.
she glances back at you, eyes soft but still amused. "you're lucky you're cute," she says, voice low and faux serious.
"so you admit it," you admit it.
"be quiet," she mutters, laughing again, but her hands only tighten on yours, and you swear your heart skips a beat at the soft contact.
the scooter ride comes to an end in front of this tiny, tucked-away diner that looks like it was pulled straight out of a movie—a neon sign flickering with half the letters, a couple of red vinyl booths inside, and the faint sound of an old pop song humming through the doors. the place is quiet, a rare pocket of calm away from the chaos of the strip. your eyes light up, because it's the perfect spot for a first date.
first dinner, you mean.
or whatever dani wants to call it.
a date is what you're hoping she calls it, though.
"perfect," you state, hopping off first and catching the scooter before it tilts too far over. you look down at her with a grin. "see? no fatalities."
"barely," dani shoots back, stepping off and running a hand through her hair, but she's smiling—that real kind of smile that doesn't reach her lips until she's genuinely happy. a small detail you noticed during your series of facetime calls back when you were in los angeles.
you grab your phone to end the ride, then glance through the diners windows. "this one's on me," you say, completely and utterly serious, already walking ahead.
"i was the one who was supposed to be taking you out," dani argues, trying to stand her ground. "and you have no idea what the prices are either, Y/N."
"i know, i know," you sigh, tilting your head with the softest eyes you can manage. "but i wanted to treat you while you were here. after this, we both fly back to la and get right back to our busy schedules. let me do this. please?"
she stays there for a second longer, debating it. because you're right, but she also hasn't had the chance to treat you yet, especially after such a big win. "you just won your first game as a wnba star and you've bought everything for me and the girls since we got here, including the flights back tomorrow morning."
you frown. "dani."
she holds her ground. "Y/N."
"is this our first fight?" you ask suddenly, a smile turning up on your face before you can stop it.
"our first argument, maybe," she murmurs.
you step closer. "look at us, dani. already acting like a real couple and we haven't even declared it yet," you tease, but the look on her face is unmoving. she's serious about paying tonight. with a groan and a momentary slouch, you drag out a long, "fineee."
that's when she finally smiles, and you drop the little argument before jogging a few steps forward and—without thinking—pull open the diner door for her. she pauses, that soft expression flickering across her face before she steps past you, murmuring, "thank you."
"anytime," you reply, voice a little lower, a little softer than you meant it to be.
you follow her in, still smiling, but the second your foot hits the doorway, the floor rises just enough to catch your shoe. you stumble—hard and definitely noticeable—but instead of admitting it, you half-bend, slap your knee, and force out the most unconvincing fake sneeze ever. "ah—achoo!"
holy fumble.
dani stops mid-step, staring at you with her hand over her mouth. because... huh?
"...what was that?"
"uhm. pollen, it's crazy this time of year."
"we're inside."
you shrug like that nothing ever happened, straightening up and turning to her. "vegas pollen hits different."
she bursts out laughing, the kind that makes her hide her face in her hands as you trail behind hed toward a booth away from the windows. her laugh rings through the small, cozy diner, blending with the soft clink of dishes and the hum of an old air conditioning unit. "you're never living that down when you're around me," she says once you both slide into the both.
you sling your backpack off, tossing it into the empty spot beside you, feigning offense. "i'm choosing to believe it looked cooler than it felt."
"you literally tripped," she snickers.
"it was more of a... graceful stumble," you reply, trying to sound wise as you tap your chin.
she lets out one last laugh, shaking her head, still smiling as she picks up the menu. you just stare for a second, your cheek resting against your palm, the neon light from the window a few feet away reflecting in your eyes. there's something about the sight—her in the seat across from you, hair a little messy from the wind, skin glowing under the diner's soft light—that hits you harder than it should.
this is the dinner she promised. a casual one, sure. but it feels like something more, something that'll stick with you when you're on your flight back to los angeles with the team, and even more so when you're getting ready for practice or in another meeting with jenna. that, however, is something you're not as excited for. it worries you a little—especially with whatever news coverage and photos will be released tomorrow morning—that she'll tell you to lean back, take a step back, because that's not really an option when you haven't even made a proper move yet.
"okay," she says, hiding behind the menu. "stop staring at me, you're making me nervous."
you grin, back in the present. "wasn't staring."
she narrows her eyes at you, shaking her head. "you so were."
"maybe," you admit, and she rolls her eyes, a little flustered.
you flip open your own menu, deciding it's best not to think about the future when you should be relishing and enjoying the present moment right now. because you've been waiting for this. but your mind drifts back to the thought that's been lingering in your head since you got off the scooter.
"have you thought about what the internet's gonna say tomorrow?" you ask suddenly, half-smiling.
she looks up from her menu, curious. "about what?"
"us. like, what do you think the headlines are gonna look like?" you clarify, setting your menu down and clasping your hands together on the table.
dani hums, leaning back against the booth. "mmh... probably something boring and all serious like 'rookie Y/N and daniela avanzini of katseye spotted after season opener.'"
"nah," you say, tapping your chin and looking up like you're really thinking about something as silly as an article headline. dani finds it cute how interested you are. "it's gotta be more dramatic, like, something that'll make people gasp. something like 'daniela avanzini spotted leaving the t-mobile arena last night with a mysterious figure: fans speculate it may be Y/N Y/L/N of the los angeles sparks, the most amazing rookie we've ever seen.'"
she lets out a small laugh, waving you off. "oh, yeah, because they'd definitely add that last part in."
"okay, fine," you continue, leaning forward. "'brewing romance in vegas last night between popstar daniela avanzini and rookie Y/N Y/L/N?' too tabloid?"
"way too tabloid," she answers with a snort.
"alright, last one, 'two icons, one night. chaos in vegas ensues.'" you murmur, voice low like you're reading a movie's title card.
that elicits a laugh from her throat again, hand covering her mouth as she shakes her head with a blinding smile. your heart warms at the knowledge that you can make her laugh and smile like that. "okay, stop. you're ridiculous."
you smirk, shrugging. "yeah, but it'd get attention."
the laughter fades into something quieter—softer—as the waitress comes over, drops off some waters, takes your orders, and leaves again with a polite smile. the silence that settles after feels easy, comfortable, familiar. like you've done this a thousand times before. thing is, you haven't. matter of fact, you haven't been on a real date since your first year of college. and seeing as that was four years ago, you're actually surprised out of your mind. it's not that you haven't been on a date, just not serious ones. your friends put you on blind dates and gave you girls' numbers, but it never went as far as that.
today is the furthest you've gotten with someone since middle school when your boyfriend invited you over for dinner and you discovered you actually liked his sister more than him. long story short, the conversation you had the next day was more than awkward. at least you don't have to come out to any more boyfriends in the future. or any girl. because, if you and dani continue on the right path, you won't need to go on anymore awkward dates.
you lean back, eyes still on her, and say, "wanna play a game while we wait?"
she quirks a brow. "a game?"
"twenty-one questions."
"you're so corny."
"you're scared."
she hums. "fine, you go first."
you pretend to think for a second, though the questions already been on the tip of your tongue since you walked in. "where'd you live before los angeles?"
she tilts her head slightly, surprised by how quickly you asked something real. "atlanta," she says after a beat. "born and raised. i moved to la when i was eighteen for a... survival show, unbeknownst to me and every single girl that was flown out and practically forced to stay as well."
dream academy, you assume. it's something you swore not to watch again, especially with how many times you fought not to scream in shock and frustration. you'd probably lose it if you were put on something as cruel as that. "you miss it?"
"sometimes," she admits, playing with her straw wrapper. "the quiet part of the city, mostly. everything in la feels like it's moving too fast. i like it there, but... it's not my home."
you nod, really listening, eyes locked on her the whole time. "yeah," you murmur. "i get that." you store that fact in the back of your mind, keeping it safe. before dani can ask a question of her own, you fire another one. "so atlanta dream is your home team, huh?" you ask.
she holds up a finger. "save that for your next question. it's my turn," she reminds, and you lean back with a smirk, nodding and offering her the floor. "same type of question. where'd you grow up?"
you clear your throat. "new york. la and nyc have the same vibe but they're really different. lots of yelling and chaos, but it's always been home." you explain, smiling at the thought. "i haven't had a chance to visit in a while with practices and press, miss my dogs and my family."
"sounds peaceful," she laughs, then softens. "well, let's hope you get a break soon."
"i wish," you sigh. "coach is always on our asses about practice on and off the court. maybe i'll find the time sometime in the future, during the holidays. it's beautiful there around christmas with all the snow and the ice rink in front of the rockerfeller tree. i fell too many times to count my first time ice-skating there when i was eleven, like, flipping and flopping."
she laughs again—genuine enough that her nose crinkles—and you can't help smiling wider.
"okay," you chirp, thinking about another question for her. "my turn, let's see..." you hum, scratching your head like a cartoon character. "what's your favorite flower?"
"lillies," she answers without hesitation. "i've loved them since i was a little kid, something about their smell and how pretty they are made me gravitate toward them."
you nod, taking that fact in as well for future plans. the game keeps going after that. you ask about her favorite song to perform, her comfort food, her worst habit. she answers every one honestly, even when she teases you back with her own questions—your pre-game ritual, the first concert you ever went to, whether you're an early bird or a night owl. each answer pulls you both closer, exploring a deeper connection that doesn't touch anything too sensitive or personal too soon.
it's not romantic—not really—but it feels like the kind of moment that could become something if you let it. the start of something that neither of you expected, but both of you are quietly hoping for.
when the food finally arrives—fries, two milkshakes, and a burger split between you—you slide the plate toward her with a grin that hasn't left since before the game. it's not like it's your fault, she's the one who's been making you act so... nervous and flustered like this.
"so," you say, releasing the straw of your milkshake with a pop. "what question are we on?"
she looks at you, eyes soft, smile lazy. "twenty-one."
"then make it a good one," you reply.
she leans forward slightly, chin resting on her hand. "alright," she says quietly, gaze finding yours and staying there as the words leave her mouth. "what were you thinking when you saw me tonight?"
the question catches you completely off guard, and for the first time all night, you don't have a quick answer. because every question before this has been light, surface-level, easy to answer. your smile softens, and when you answer, your voice comes out quieter than you intended it to. "that i was in trouble," you confess, voice a mere breath.
the curly-haired girl blinks. "trouble?"
"yeah," your eyes don't leave hers. "the kind you don't really wanna get out of."
for a moment—between the smell of fries and the hum of the neon sign in the window—even if it's as short as a few seconds, vegas disappears. the previous events of the night become background noise, old news, because right now, you're only focused on each other. the scooter ride, the dinner, the moment you saw her in those seats courtside and knew you wouldn't be getting out of this any time soon, it's all real. she's real and she's here, sitting across from you, staring at you the same way you're staring at her.
and the longer you stare at her, a little voice in the back of your mind tells you that, even if you don't win rookie of the year or any award applauding your talents this year or the years to come, you are the luckiest rookie in the fucking world right now.
but winning rookie of the year and a girlfriend all in the same year would be pretty cool too.
las vegas, 11:28 p.m.
the food is way better than either of you expected it to be. maybe it's the grease, maybe it's the exhaustion you both feel, maybe it's the buzz of adrenaline still running high in your veins—but it's one of those meals that hits just right. you're sitting across from her, laughing between bites, sharing fries you keep pretending you're not secretly stealing. it's nearly midnight by now, and both your flights leave around four in the morning, but you don't really care, and you don't think dani does either. you're just basking in the moment with each other.
"you've had, like, half my fries," dani comments, pretending to glare, but her smile betrays her for the umpteenth time that same night.
you shrug, caught. "yeah, but technically you offered the first one, so really this is just me... following through."
she rolls her eyes and pushes the plate closer to you. "just eat them before i change my mind."
a satisfied look crawls its way onto your face. "don't make promises you can't keep, sweetheart."
her lips part. "sweetheart?"
"mhm." you take a fry, dipping it in ketchup for a dramatically long time before popping it into your mouth. "america's sweetheart. my sweetheart... i'm lowkey ms. steal-yo-girl. watch out, miss america, you're my next target."
"right," she says, laughing quietly.
the banter never really stops, but somewhere in the middle of it all, something shifts—just a little, something small, nearly unnoticeable. you're not trying as hard to impress her anymore. she's not holding herself as tightly as she did when she saw you for the first time a few hours ago. the rhythm of the conversation flows like it's always been there and you hadn't only built it up a few hours ago, sitting between the two of you, waiting for tonight to bring it out.
when your plates are empty and the milkshakes are reduced to melting streaks in bottom of both glasses, you both just sit there, kinda lost in that comfortable quiet. the jukebox near the back of the small space hums something faint and old in the background, and for the first time since you flew in, vegas feels far away. the soft clinking of utensils fades, the neon lights pulse faintly against the glass. everything's finally going your way after an entire month of dramatic news outlets trashing your names and your manager scolding you.
but all good things must come to an end.
dani leaves a generous tip on the table, watching as you stand and sling your backpack over your shoulder again. dani follows, sliding out of the booth with a soft sigh that sounds a little too content for it to just be about food.
you push the door open, holding it for her again—this time without tripping, thank god—and step out into the cool breeze of night.
the glow from the diner spills onto the sidewalk, panting everything in a warm golden light for a moment before fading into dim streetlights. you scan the curb, looking for the scooter, but it's not where in sight. nowhere around the area and definitely not in the place you set it.
you sigh, tilting your head back and shutting your eyes. "you've got to be kidding me."
dani raises an eyebrow. "don't tell me—"
"gone," you confirm, dragging a hand down your face in over-the-top despair. "my noble steed, where have you gone?"
she giggles. "you're being dramatic."
"i'm mourning," you correct. "we went through things. literally, we almost died, like, twice."
but then you look back at her, that goofy act melting just a bit when you catch her trying not to smile too hard. your expression softens—grateful, maybe even a little shy—as you stuff your hands into your jacket pockets. "guess that means i'll have to walk you back to your hotel."
her lips twitch into a smirk. "why are you groaning about that, rookie? i thought you were an incredible athlete, nobody tops you."
"i am," you say immediately, eyeing her with faux offense. "just not a walking athlete. i'm built for running and dramatic game-winning moments. walking is beneath me." she nudges you lightly with her shoulder as you start down the sidewalk, looking up. "uh-huh, sure. i saw those free throws in the second quarter, by the way."
you freeze mid-step, pretending to look wounded. "low blow."
"i'm just saying," she teases, hands tucked into her pockets as she shrugs. "i could've made, like, a million threes in the time it took you to make both of those."
"oh really?" you stop, turning to face her. coincidentally, there's a dimly lit outdoor basketball court just across the street—two hoops, cracked concrete, a few lights around the area. you nod over at it. "prove it then."
her brows knit. "prove it?"
you grin, already running across the street. she follows after, waiting for whatever you'll do next. you're already pulling your basketball out of your bag before you walk onto the concrete. "yeah. go on then, rookie." you toss it lightly toward her. "show me how it's done since you're so professional."
the ball hits her palms, and she stares down at it like it's a foreign object. "you realize i have no idea what i'm doing, right?"
"don't worry," you step closer, voice dropping into something lower. "i got you."
you move behind her, the distance between you shrinking until your chest brushes her back, your hands coming up to adjust her grip. and, holy shit, your hands are nearly twice the size of hers. "okay, hold it like this," you murmur, voice low in her ear, fingers adjusting hers. "not too tight, just relax your hands, dani."
she exhales shakily. "this feels weird."
"you'll get used to it," you pause, leaning in just a little more. "and for the record, if i'm gonna be the one teaching you, you'll wanna focus. not that i mind distractions, but... basketball's different."
her breath catches for half a second, and you can practically feel the heat rising in her cheeks. you grin, satisfied, pretending like you didn't just say something that made her heart skip and her palms sweat. "okay," you whisper, letting go of her hands. "now shoot." you step away, staying a good enough distance away to see both the hoop and her. not that it's too far away considering her height.
she takes a step back, attempting to size up the hoop. you sneak your phone out, holding it low, and just as she tosses the ball—with a dramatic little huff—you snap a quick picture.
the ball arches high... then drops. not just short—way short. it doesn't even touch the rim.
"wow," you deadpan. "record-breaking."
she turns to you, pouting with mock-offense. "delete that picture right now."
"never," you laugh, holding your phone out of reach. "this is gold, going in history books."
"you're the worst."
"and you're the one who said you could make a million threes," you tease, jogging over to scoop up the ball. "watch this, dani."
she's still laughing when you dribble a few times, backing up past half-court. "you're not seriously gonna try that?"
but you do. you launch the ball in a clear arc that sails half the length of the court and hits the backboard with a satisfying thud, rattling just off the rim before ultimately bouncing out. dani's jaw drops. "what the hell—" she starts, eyes wide. "—you almost made that?"
you shrug like it's no big deal, walking over and spinning the ball in your hands. "these courts don't usually live up to the real size of ours. but, yeah, i almost did."
"you're insane," she says, shaking her head, laugh echoing quietly down the empty street.
you grin, walking back toward her. "you love it."
she goes quiet, voice lowering. "maybe."
for a second, both of you just stand there—smiling, breathing in the cool vegas air that still hums faintly with leftover noise from the city. the lights flicker across her face, and you swear it's the prettiest thing you've seen all night. you finally toss the ball back into your bag, throwing it over your shoulder again. "alright," you say softly, like you're not quite ready to break whatever love spell is lingering around the air. "time to get you back before sophia starts texting again."
dani groans. "god, she would."
your lips quirk. "she already did, didn't she?"
she doesn't answer for a minute. then, quietly, "probably."
you laugh, shoving your hands back into your pockets as the two of you start walking again, the city lights stretching ahead. the court, the diner, the scooter—all fading behind you—but somehow, the night still feels like it's just beginning. it feels softer at midnight, the lively part of the city coming into earshot. taxis begin to crawl by, music pouring off some rooftop party. the air is much cooler now, brushing against the sleeves of your jacket as you walk side by side with dani into the strip, the sound of your footsteps matching pace with hers.
you're both quiet at first, not awkward but still full of energy even if you're not expressing it—the kind of silence that comes after hours of laughing too hard and pretending not to notice how close you kept getting.
unsurprisingly, you're the one who breaks it. "so..." you clear your throat, still smiling from when she nearly tripped over a curb a few blocks back. "i had fun tonight. like—" your eyes flick down to hers. "not just 'cause of the win."
she glances up at you, a little shy now in a way you haven't seen all day. her lips curve into a small smile that feels honest, unguarded. "yeah?"
"yeah," you say simply. "i think it was the best night i've had in a long while."
dani's cheeks go warm under the next streetlight you two pass. she doesn't answer right away, doesn't even say anything—just looks down at her shoes, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of her lips and threatening to break into a toothy grin. "me too," she nods, quiet. "not to be corny, but it was kinda... perfect."
that alone makes your chest feel light, like the whole walk back could go on forever and you wouldn't mind in the slightest.
but it doesn't—because before you even realize it, the walk ends. you're both standing in front of the aria resort, a tall building glowing gold against the skyline. the valet guys are conversing near the doors, and somewhere behind the tinted glass, you can see the lobby lights reflecting off the marble floors. it's a completely different atmosphere from the areas you and dani passed on the walk, and you frown slightly at the reminder that you won't see her for a while after tomorrow.
neither of you move just yet.
you just... stand there, lingering, talking about nothing and everything to summarize the nights events—the game, the scooter, the food, how she still can't believe you almost wiped out on the scooter, and how you'll "never, ever" live that down. every time she laughs, it's softer, a little slower, like she doesn't want the night to end. and, frankly, neither do you.
eventually the conversation fades into comfortable silence once again. you both just stare at each other, a few feet apart, you looking down and her looking up. the air between you is still filled with that same quiet spark that's followed you the whole night, building slowly in the background without either of you even noticing a change.
you shift your bag a little higher on your shoulder, glancing away and then back at her. "well," you say, hesitating for just a second before stepping forward. "guess we should get going now, huh—"
"no," she says quickly, too quickly, her tone almost pleading before she catches herself, smiling to soften. "sorry—i mean, not yet. just..."
a laugh breaks from your throat at her tone and you step in just close enough that your shoes brush. "alright," you whisper. then, without warning, you pull her into a hug—not a quick one like in the lounge, not the kind that's rushed or lazy. this one lingers. she relaxes into you, arms wrapping around your back as your chin rests just above her head. you don't breathe for a moment, letting yourselves enjoy what little time's left of tonight.
when she finally pulls back, it's slow, almost hesitated. her voice is quieter now, like she doesn't want to break whatever spell the night's put you under. "how are you getting back?"
you shrug casually, though your voice is still carrying that lazy grin. "i'll call billie. she owes me a favor anyway."
dani raises an eyebrow. "you sure? i can ask our driver to take you. it's really not—"
"it's okay," you cut her off, shifting your weight onto your right foot, tilting your head. "if i get a ride, i'll probably just end up annoying the guy talking about my night with you. i'd much rather have billie stay with that memory of me than your personal driver."
your words elicit a laugh from her, one that reaches her eyes and makes her shoulders drop, feeling the sudden weight of exhaustion. it's been a long day for both of you, and yet, it's never over. not tomorrow or the day after, and certainly not for many days to come. however many days you'll be busy, though, you'll find a way to snake back into each other's schedules. "you're unbelievable," she says, shaking her head but never really taking her eyes off you.
"and yet," you tease softly, "you stayed the whole night."
silence envelopes you after that. there's a few small beats that pass where you just look at each other, speaking with your eyes rather than words that both of you are too tired to speak. the dim light shining through the hotel doors spill across her face, the faintest glimmer in her eyes catching the golden glow.
then she smiles, and it almost makes you forget how to breathe. "goodnight, rookie." she mutters finally, stepping back toward the doors.
you call after her, "goodnight, dani."
she maintains eye contact for a second more before turning and disappearing inside, walking slowly like she doesn't really want to go, hand lifting in a small wave over her shoulder before the glass doors slide shut behind her. you stand there a second longer than you should, still smiling like an idiot, staring at the reflection of the hotel lights on the concrete. the night quiets around you, traffic slowing, music shutting off, and it only gives your head more space to think about dani.
then, finally, you sigh, tug your backpack strap tighter, and pull out your phone to call billie. she'll definitely be tired and a little frustrated at this hour, but it's honestly more fun for you anyway.
you're still smiling as the line rings.
because even if you won't get to see her in person very often after tonight, she's still one call away.
postcards. i wrote a similar fic with billie, so if you see similarities that is why 😇😇😇 (also i have much better fics in the works rn and isw they will be out soon 🙏🙏)
you heard the front door open softly, the faint creak of the hinges, the dull thud of daniela’s landing on hardwood, the muffled drop of her duffle bag against the wall. your heart gave a little stutter, a flutter of warmth that pulsed in your chest. she was home.
you turned your head, eyes catching just a flash of her figure as you leaned over the table, laughing, still focused on laying out slices of cake on mismatched plates. the room buzzed with teen chatter, your kids and their friends circled the dining table, loud and full of restless energy.
you wore short shorts and one of daniela’s shirts, oversized, threadbare in all the right places, clinging gently to your hips and sliding off one shoulder. you hadn’t thought twice when you pulled it on, but it framed you just so. hugged your waist when you bent forward, revealed the curve of your thighs.
apparently, someone had noticed.
"dude," a voice muttered just as you stepped away from the table. "your mom is so hot, what the hell?“
you blinked. the words didn’t fully register. you were too focused on the way the air shifted behind you, warm, heavier. you turned and saw your wife. daniela.
standing there just inside the archway of the house, shadowed by the hallway light. her sweatpants hung low on her waist and her shirt was some random one picked from the bedroom that she must have gotten before coming to you. her hair was in a messy bun, and needles to say she looked exhausted.
and her eyes were locked on you. burning. unreadable.
your face lit up instantly at the sight of her. you stepped toward her with ease, plate in hand. “hi, my love,” you greeted softly, reaching to press a kiss to her cheek, your other hand resting on her chest.
her hand caught your waist before you could pull away. the kiss she gave you was firm, her mouth lingered on yours just a second longer than necessary, and the heat from her palm on your hip sent an involuntary shiver through you.
you pulled back slightly, eyes flicking up. “all good?”
her jaw was tight. her voice low. “hm.”
and then she added, tone unreadable but sharp: “hablamos luego (we’ll talk later)” later came quick.
the house thinned out in slow waves. the teens migrated to their rooms laughing too loud with arms full of snacks and cans of soda.
you were alone with dani, the kitchen still glowing in the soft amber hue of pendant lights as you began to put away washed dishes and loaded the dishwasher with the remaining items. shadows stretched long across the tile. the quiet was almost too still, like the eye of a storm.
"alright," you said, arms crossing instinctively as you leaned your hip against the counter, turning toward her. "what’s wrong? you’ve been on edge, something happen at work?“
she didn’t respond right away. she just stared. eyes unreadable. arms folded tight over her chest, biceps straining against the sleeves of her rumpled uniform. she was leaning back against the fridge, jaw clenched.
"you don’t know? hm?” she asked, voice low and firm.
"know what?" you asked softly, heart beginning to pick up.
she pushed off the fridge slowly, her steps quiet against the floor, but her eyes never left yours once.
“look at you hm,” she said. her voice a rasp. "bent over the table. laughing. in my shirt."
“last time i remember we share the closet half the time“
her eyes darkened. "nah don’t play funny with me y/n.” she growled.
your mouth parted in a surprised breath. then you gave a half-giggle, half-laugh. “are you saying you’re jealous of our kids friends?”
her fingers reached for your chin, slow but firm, tilting your face up to hers. “no, you’re just my wife, i don’t want to share”
your breath stuttered.
“dani—“
"you’re mine amor,” she murmured. her forehead touched yours, voice low enough to vibrate in your chest, yet a soft pout formed on her lips. “i don’t like when others try and take what’s mine. you know i don’t share“
her mouth was on yours before you could respond, hot, slow, and aching with everything she hadn’t said since walking through that door. her hands found your hips, strong and unyielding, guiding you backwards until the kitchen counter kissed the small of your back.
"the kids—" you gasped, the warning barely formed.
"asleep," she murmured into your skin, already trailing her lips down your neck. you could feel her breath. the bulge in her pants becoming more prominent against your thigh.
her hands slid under your shirt, her shirt, and the sensation hit like electricity. calloused fingertips against your bare skin.
“need to remind you that i don’t wanna share you“ she whispered, voice hoarse against your collarbone.
“baby—“ you breathed, your fingers curling into her shoulders,
daniela kissed you again, harder this time. hungry. her hands gripped the backs of your thighs and in one fluid motion, she lifted you effortlessly onto the edge of the counter.
the marble beneath you was cool, almost biting against the fever of your flushed skin. her body pressed between your legs, heat radiating through the thin layers of your clothes, the bulge of her sweats rough against your thigh.
her mouth trailed to your jaw, then lower, dragging down the your neck. your fingers tangled in the fabric over her shoulders, clutching, grounding yourself to the solid weight of her body.
your fingers reach for her sweatpants, cupping the bulge that was straining against her pants, watching her hiss as her eyes shut in pleasure. you make quick work of taking them off along with her boxers. jumping off the kitchen counter you sink to your knees, taking daniela’s dick in your hands.
daniela sucks in a sharp breath the moment your hand wraps around her.
her head tips back just slightly as your thumb brushes the leaking tip. she looks down at you, eyes blown wide, lips parted, chest rising and falling beneath the loose fit of her shirt.
"fuck," she mutters, voice rough. “you look perfect”
you just smirk, licking a slow stripe up the underside of her cock, savoring the way she twitches in your grip.
you kiss the red tip first softly, leaving small kitten licks on it, before taking her into your mouth, slow and deliberate. her hips jerk forward and she immediately catches herself, one hand flying to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair.
“yeah that’s it, keep going baby” she murmurs, guiding you deeper.
inch by inch, your hand gripped her thighs for balance as she groans low and guttural above you. you hollow your cheeks, tongue pressed flat along the underside, and bob your head with rhythm, eyes flicking up just to see the way her mouth falls open.
“fuck baby,” she breathes.
you pull back just enough to speak, stroking her with one hand, spit connecting your lips to her dick. “fuck my mouth, amor”
daniela groans, eyes rolling back as her hand tightens in your hair, a small smirk playing on her lips. she guides your mouth back to her cock. her fingers tangled further into your hair as she thrusts her hips into your mouth. your eyes are teary as you look up at billie. she groans, deep in her chest, both hands gripping your hair now as she rocks forward. her rhythm’s messy now, uneven, desperate. her jaw clenches, trying to hold it back, but you can feel her slowly losing composure.
“shit—shit, i’m—” she chokes on the sound, eyes squeezing shut, shoulders shuddering as she cums in your mouth.
her breathing’s ragged. she looks wrecked, flushed all the way down her chest, lips parted, blinking like she forgot where she was for a second.
something snaps in her eyes as she watches you swallow.
you barely have time to take a breath when daniela grabs you by the waist, and sets you back against the kitchen counter. the marble is freezing beneath your thighs, but you barely register it before her mouth is on you.
not gentle. not soft.
she kisses like she’s punishing you for what you just did to her, teeth, tongue, breathless sounds caught between your lips. her hands are everywhere: your waist, your thighs, under your shirt, yanking at your underwear like they offended her. her dick grinds against the soaked fabric, and she growls at the friction.
“you think you’re clever?” she pants into your mouth. “acting like a fucking slut, getting on your knees f’me”
you gasp as she pulls back just enough to stare down at you, hand sliding between your legs, thumb pressing exactly where you need it. not moving. just holding you there.
“gonna show everyone that you’re mine” she whispers, lips brushing yours, voice like gravel and smoke, “have you crying on my dick,”
your nails dig into her back, thighs locked tight around her waist as she starts to move, slow at first, like she wants to feel every inch of you. your back arches off the counter. she groans, mouth latching onto your neck, hips snapping harder now.
“so wet for me, mi amor,” she pants.
your head falls back, and she grabs your jaw, making you look at her.
“look at me y/n”
you nod, biting your lip, tears already stinging your eyes at how deep she’s hitting, how full she makes you feel. her cock drags against your walls, filling you over and over, your cunt already pulsing around her, tight and desperate.
“pathetic, close already? gonna cum for me?” she growls, pace relentless now.
you can barely breathe. “yes—yes, dani—fuck—”
“dunno maybe i should make you wait baby” she grits, fucking you harder.
your whole body trembles, hips twitching, desperate to chase the release she’s holding just out of reach. her grip tightens around your waist, pulling you in deeper with every roll of her hips. you look at her with pleading eyes.
“look at you dripping all over the counter” she murmurs, breath hot against your skin. “my messy girl”
you nod frantically, tears slipping past your lashes now, lips parted in wordless moans. every muscle in your body feels tight, coiled, aching.
she grabs your jaw again, firmer this time, and forces your gaze up to hers.
“pathetic huh? are you that desperate that you can’t listen to simple instructions?” she says softly, almost like a coo. “all i said was to keep your eyes open baby.”
your breath catches. her eyes are sharp, dark, unreadable.
but then her thumb strokes your cheek. the softness of her fingertips contrasting against her rough thrusts.
your thighs twitch around her waist. the tension builds higher, unbearable, dizzying.
“please dani, baby i’m so close, ” you whisper, voice shaking.
“i know baby, not gonna run from this are you?” daniela says her pace never faltering once.
you whine out loud, and daniela swallows your sounds. you nod frantically, pressing your forehead against hers.
her lips curve in the softest, cruelest smile.
“that’s my girl, go on cum f’me baby”
daniela doesn’t stop when you cum. instead she turns you around on the counter. your fingers finding something to hold on. she doesn't even wait, just thrusts her self in again.
"that's it mama, she spits, voice rough.
your head is thrown back in ecstacy, the sound of daniela’s hips slamming into your pussy echoes around the walls, her dick so deep, and you’re so close again that it knocks the air from your lungs.
your throat is raw, words tangled between moans. “danii—fuckkk mmph!”
“come on, one more for me, i know you can” she snaps, leaning over you, pulling your body flush against her own.
you whimper, struggling to hold your weight as her cock drives up into you over and over. reaching back to push daniela away, the pleasure becoming too much.
“stop fuckin’ running y/n” her lips attack your neck leaving harsh kisses as she tugs your hair. you shake your head, tears streaming down your face, your arousal slick against your thighs.
“i promise i won’t fuck, just let me cum, m so close dani, please”
she reaches between your legs, rubs your clit in harsh circles, while one arm wraps around your waist, her thrusts getting sloppier as her cock twitches inside you.
“gonna cum in you, give us another baby” she whispers, teeth scraping your shoulder. “and i'm gonna make sure no one but me can talk about you like that”
꣑꣒ ⋆｡˚ ❪ 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄 ❫ pairing. manon bannerman x fem! reader ✴︎ smut ── manon gets jealous, so you gotta remind her shell always be your number one priority at any time. / disclaimers. sub!m, gp!m, riding, reader is called mommy once, porn with no plot, degradation, rushed sorry ☹️. wc. 1,5k notes. proper fic soon 🤞🏻
The dim lights of the room gave the situation a more serious air. The window was open, a soft, cool breeze grazing your skin, the building lights keeping the night from giving its full potential.
You straddle her lap with ease, you hand caressing the sharp line of her jaw, fingertips grazing the skin beneath cautiously, as if a rough touch would break her.
Manon's breath audibly hitched, bottom lip now trapped between her teeth, the metal flavor of her own blood flooding her taste buds. Her hands went flying to your waist, grasping the fabric of your shirt, wanting to stop the teasing.
"What?" you ask her, the smug smile plastered on your face and that false innocence in your voice made her legs grow weak. Fortunately, she wasn't standing.
"Please..." Her voice came out strained, holding back whimpers as your clothed core grinds against the growing bulge in her pants.
You grin. A wicked grin that has Manon shivering as she knows you won't stop until she confesses. Until she recognizes that jealousy had her in a tight grip before dragging you back to the hotel, free of flirty glances and boring pickup lines.
The clock hanging in the wall ticks, only adding more tension, Manon's pride too big to admit she felt a bit insecure when men would try and get your attention.
"F-fine! Fine." She starts, you raise an eyebrow, waiting for her words. "I was jealous." She mutters under her breath, you heard it, but playing dumb won't hurt no one, right?
"I can't hear you." You sing song, the power in your hands too tempting to not abuse. "Louder, baby."
"I was jealous." She raises her voice, still quiet, but enough to satisfy you.
The quiet in the room is interrupted by the juggling of her belt as you fiercely undo it. You throw it somewhere in the room, the metal clinking with the floor, an uncomfortable sound forgotten in the heat of the moment.
After getting rid of her belt, you hook your fingers to the waistband of her jeans, raising your chin up, a command for more words to spill out your lovers mouth. You wait, and your hungry eyes are enough to have her saying what you already expected in seconds.
"Please, mommy." You smile. Oh, that so wicked smile that has Manon's insides squeezing together, that has the void in her chest full of flames, heat raising to her cheeks, body burning with passion and anticipation.
You take the zip in your hands and pull it down, in the span of thirty seconds her pants are discarded next to her belt, forgotten against the rug on the floor.
"You'll always have my attention." Your breath hits the behind of her ear, sending goosebumps all over her body, hands tightening their grip on your waist, the thought of the bruises she'll leave on your skin making your body shudder.
Manon can barely restrain the pathetic whimper aching to scape, body stiffening as she feels your hand roaming across the fabric of her boxers, palms pressing down once you find the curve of her length. You're able to feel every throb, every twitch, the heat emanating from it clouding your brain. She's hard and leaking, pre-cum trespassing the cotton of her boxers and into your fingers.
She squirms slightly under your touch, but a stern glance from you has her locked in place once again, body slightly trembling as she awaits for your next movements, for the feelings that will flood her body because of you.
Your simple touch drives her crazy. It doesn't matter where or how, it's all about you. You have her wrapped around your finger and you don't doubt to use that to your favor when the situation requires it.
Palming her cock, you tug her boxers down until they're wrapped around her ankles. Her cock springs free, slapping against her stomach and leaving a wet spot on her abs, stripes of pre-cum sliding down her length.
You can't help but stare at her shaft hypnotized. The head of her cock pulsing, flushed and pink, a contrast to the dark tone of her skin. Her length heavy and thick. Pre-cum oozes out the slit and your mouth waters knowing you'll taste the salty liquid in your tongue soon.
Her hands relax next to you, waist free of their grasp, but your thighs are their next victim as you wrap your hand around her length and squeeze before sliding up and down.
The pre-cum gathers at the tip and falls into the base, her cock getting wetter the more you continue. You can feel the stickiness of her fluids on your hand as you go up and down on her, making sure to put pressure once you reach the flushed tip of her cock.
The moans she tried so hard to suppress start to slip through her lips. Pathetic whimpers loud in the quiet room along the lewd sounds of her cock being pampered.
"F-fuck..." The word slips easily, her strength to repress them vanishing the more you work her up, her cock now hard as a rock against the softness of your palm.
Her veins twitch, and you feel it. Her cock hardens, and you feel it. Every detail her cock provides, you feel it. Your mind is inevitably clouded by the heat, and your movement are a reflection of it, as they become erratic and quiet desperates.
But Manon can't seem to notice, herself being high on the pleasure your giving her, on the way your hand move up and down her shaft, how your free one cups her balls full of sperm and massage them momentarily.
Her desperate pants bring you back to reality. You can feel her thighs tensing and her abdomen contracting, a glitter in her eyes as she readies herself to cum. But you deny her the satisfaction, pulling your hand away before the wave of pleasure crashes her body.
"Wait—" She's about to speak further, but the warm liquid spreading through the head of her cock makes her stop dead in her tracks.
You grind your bare pussy on her length, teasing your clit with the tip and wetting her shaft with your slicks. Your hand is on her shoulder as the other one works with the base of her dick, teasing your hole, the slight pressure enough to send electrifying waves down Manon's body.
"Baby... Please— Please, don't tease." She cries out, a broken whimper that makes you smile in victory as you have her eating from the palm of your hand, like a good puppy loyal to their owner.
Seeing her broken, desperate for you, satisfies you enough to let yourself be impaled by her cock, the thickness stretching you open in a stinging, but pleasuring way.
You sink down and clench around her, your pussy sucking her in, luring her in like a siren to a foolish human. Your grip is tight around her flesh, clenching several times just to hear her sweet whimpers, her hands grasping your arms, a failed intent to stop you from teasing.
You let yourself adjust to her size before moving, a slow, torturing roll of your hips that has Manon screaming internally.
She moans loudly now, losing all shame, pride on the floor as she can't help but let herself be vocal about how good you're making her feel.
"You're lucky." You whisper in her ear, biting her earlobe softly, teeth dragging against the skin before letting go. "You're the only one that'll ever see me like this."
A sharp gasp cuts through the air. You lift your hips before slamming down her cock. Manon closes her eyes and grips your forearm tighter, afraid you might go if she let go.
Her hips jerk upward, and you can't help but chuckle lightly at how broken she is. Pathetic, you think.
The pace of your hips increases, and it doesn't take a genius to know Manon is close to her own release. You'd dragged it out, but the way your abdomen tenses and your pussy clenches around her length, you know you're close to.
The clock ticks and you get closer, but what makes the wave crash is the way Manon whimpers your name, how she cries out for you, her eyes glossy, blinded by lust, sweat on her body making her glisten in the dim lights of the room.
You can't help but come undone with her inside you, your orgasm makes you tremble and shudder intensely, shock waves colliding against your body, a weight lifted off your shoulders.
It's seconds after you come that you feel the warm, sticky fluid running down the inside of your thigh, making its way down with ease.
Her cock softened, making it easy for you to slide her out, cum now oozing out your whole, a sight that makes her sigh, a breathy, light chuckle following after.
"We forgot the condom." She whispers, a smug smile on her face, but behind her eyes you can see she's worried that maybe you didn't want it to happen this way.
But before any doubts can creep any further, you smash your lips against hers, initiating a heated make out session before replying, a soft whisper. "You're the only one that ever came inside me."
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