summary: A boy group member, also being daniela's ex, needing to do a collab with her. Both were hesitant about it, but they realized they still wanted each other back. None of the fans knew their history, but they shipped them.
chapter 10- sober enough
They weren't planning on partying. It was supposed to be just a hang out, but then they realized whats the fun in just hanging out? They've hung out multiple times this week and daniela only had a few more days left before they needed to leave to LA again.
"are you sure we wont get caught?" daniela asked, her hand in his as he guided her through the crowd. "no need to worry, theres like a crazy amount of people. Plus, i got a few VIP tickets" he responded, making sure to hold onto her so he wouldn't lose her. (again)
"plus even if we do get caught, we're bonding over a collab" he added on. She laughed and pushed through the crowds with him. Daniela didnt even know who was performing, then they made it in front of the stage. She froze and looked at him before freaking out.
"no fucking way no fucking way no-?!" daniela turned to y/n and strangled him in a hug. Her number one favorite artist was literally two feet away from her. "what the fuck y/n?!" She was about to pass out from how happy she was.
"happy early birthday" he hugged her back before turning her to face the artist.
"oh my god i literally love you so much y/n, you're insane." Daniela wasn't really thinking about the words that came out of her mouth, but she didnt really care about it before jumping to the songs.
He froze for a second because he hasn't heard her say that in awhile, and he genuinely felt like they were back when they dated. It was something he's always wanted to feel again.
After a few hours, daniela party-ed a little too hard. She got drunk to the point y/n kind of had to drag her back to her dorm.
"watch your step you're gonna fall." He held her gently trying to make sure she didnt trip and lose her face.
"im not.. im not gonna fall! Im perfectly fine!" She slurred her words with a giggle, her arm was loosely hanging around y/n's shoulders. "ugh.. i dont wanna walk anymore. carry me."
Y/n froze and just held her by the waist. "im sure you can walk dan—" he glanced at her and noticed the pout. God he was so easy. "fine."
He carefully put her on his back, making sure he didnt drop her on the way.
"you know, jonah didnt treat me as good as you did." She giggled as she squeezed his face without seeing it. "you.. you made me safe. He's like.. he made me feel like i needed to watch what i did." daniela confessed once again.
"okay dani you need to get off my back you're at your dorm." he tried putting her down until she wrapped her arms tighter.
"cant you just bring me to yours?"
"no? You know you'll get in trouble"
"so? Its my life.."
Y/n groaned and walked all the way to his dorm hall. He walked into his room and placed her on his bed. "i'll get you clothes okay?" He walked over to his closet before grabbing a shirt and some comfier pants than what she was wearing.
After daniela stumbled to the bathroom and changed, she made her way back to the room. She laid on the bed before sitting back up.
"mm.. y/n?"
"yeah?"
"c'mere.." y/n paused what he was doing and made his way to her, making sure she wasn't going to like throw up or something.
Instead of that, she cupped his face and pulled him into a kiss.
"oh.." he muttered before kissing her back.
"your lips are softer than his.." she muttered against his lips before kissing him a little deeper now.
"daniela you're drunk.."
"sober enough to know who i like more." Daniela pulled back and gave one last peck before laying down and knocking out.
What the fuck just happened.
For a second they were just kissing, and now she just fell asleep on his bed right after?!
Oh my god im in a spiral, what the fuck is happening?!
Y/n just made his little spot on the floor and had multiple attempts to sleep..
summary: A boy group member, also being daniela's ex, needing to do a collab with her. Both were hesitant about it, but they realized they still wanted each other back. None of the fans knew their history, but they shipped them.
summary: A boy group member, also being daniela's ex, needing to do a collab with her. Both were hesitant about it, but they realized they still wanted each other back. None of the fans knew their history, but they shipped them.
summary: A boy group member, also being daniela's ex, needing to do a collab with her. Both were hesitant about it, but they realized they still wanted each other back. None of the fans knew their history, but they shipped them.
chapter 7- need of a break
Later that day, y/n was waiting in the lobby for daniela once again. He wasn't able to sleep that much because of the adrenaline and anxiety going through his head. He was finally going to be able to be with daniela. A one on one, after many years (2 years..).
Eventually, daniela who looked effortlessly good without her makeup and in just a simple sweater and sweatpants finally made it downstairs. She smiled lightly at him as a greeting. "hey, you sleep good or no?" he asked, making sure his voice was soft so he wouldn't completely wake her up. It was something he remembered back when they dated, daniela hated loud things whenever she was freshly woken up. He had to learn it the hard way.
"i dont even know, so much things are going on. Tour, tight schedules, the girls ganging up on jonah" daniela looked over and saw y/n holding in his laugh. "y/n."
"sorry, its just funny. I mean if all 5 of them dont like him, wouldn't it mean something?" he replied back as they walked out of the building.
"they do like him!"
"doesnt seem like it.."
"oh my god." daniela looked at him with a slight glare
"okay okay sorry!"
They continued to walk through the streets, not really having a plan in where to go. It was just enjoying each other's presence for now.
As they walked, they found a street market, they walked through it and y/n watched as daniela's eyes lit up whenever she saw something. For a second, he remembered that he wasn't the one dating her anymore. It was that white dude.
"did you find anything?" He asked, leaning on the table watching her expressions.
"do you think these bracelets are cute?" She held up two matching ones. "i might get it for j-"
"yeah; they're great." he answered quickly so he wouldn't hear the name.
"okay!" she smiled and took it, before looking around.
"hey, i'm gonna sit over there alright?" daniela looked over where he was pointing, she frowned a little "you don't wanna look with me?"
"nah.. im good no worries" he smiled before patting her back and walking to the small bench. Y/n sat back and watched daniela walk to each market stand. If things didn't go the way they went last time, would they still be together?
After the market, they went to a cafe and daniela immediately spotted the vending machine. "oh my god. y/n look!" She pointed at it and dragged him. "please win one for me,"
"why cant you win one for yourself?" he questioned as he was already getting his wallet out.
"because you know that i never win it." she sulked. It was true, she never won a single one
"alright, stop pouting i'll get it." Her smile lit up as she watched him.
It took him a few tries and yet he still won the stuffed animal.
After he ordered the food at the counter, he saw her taking photos on his phone. "what're you doing?" he asked as he sat on the chair across from her.
"posting on your story, you never took my face id out" she smirked as she snapped another photo.
"i know,"
She took one last photo before posting it to his account. "i didn't tag myself in it, let the fans figure it out" daniela put his phone down and showed him. He laughed at it slightly.
"you're a nightmare for your PR team." he responded back.
Daniela shrugged and handed him her phone. "post one."
"on your phone?"
"why not, give the fans a little teaser that we're collaborating." right. They were collaborating not on a date.
He took her phone and snapped a few photos and posted some as well.
Well they're PR teams are about to go crazy..
The whole day, they did small activities and just hung out. Daniela's never felt more comfortable in her life. Or well she has, she just hasn't felt it in years ever since they broke up.
And now she was sitting back at the dorm, just laying in bed, holding the stuffed animal y/n won for her at the vending machine. It was another to collect to her stash back in LA.
She grabbed her phone to send him some messages, but she was also being blown up with some notifications.
summary: A boy group member, also being daniela's ex, needing to do a collab with her. Both were hesitant about it, but they realized they still wanted each other back. None of the fans knew their history, but they shipped them.
a/n: three days in a row??? wow, a miracle. I KNOW its nothing compared to writing an actual story, but... laziness gets the best of me sometimes, and i have so much stuff to do that i just forget 😭so yeah... see you later because i need to start working on an assignment thats due first thing tomorrow morning. THEYRE FINALLY GONNA MEET.
a/n i don’t rlly write fics and im mainly a reader.. but i might do headcannons more. not proofread. sophia and manon next.
Lara
- switch.
she always stays up late to see you when you get off work. when you’re tired she can’t help but stroke you to help you sleep. she leaves kisses on your tip and kisses you with your own cum. she slaps you whenever you slow down. nodding her head whenever you talk her through it, not sure of what you’re actually saying.
when you fill her up, she helps you come down from your high slowly. she doesn’t overstimulate you unless she’s feeling greedy for you. she scratches your head and whispers in your ear hoping to get you hard again. “i love you inside me filling me up. baby, please give me it all. you feel so fucking good”
Megan
- bottom
when her practices are over she’s usually angry, tired and missing you. she can never hold herself back from your body. she loves sitting on your lap with her tongue down your throat, rubbing your bulge through your pants. “please mommy, take me. fuck my pussy. i’m all yours. i’ve waited for hours.”
she always lets you take the lead. she likes backshots where you pull her hair and whisper dirty things in her ear. when she’s close she can barely talk. “oh, oh fuck. please mommy. cum inside. let’s cum together. fuck, fuck.” when she’s done she kisses you slowly and bites you shoulder.
Daniela
- top
she’s so sweet to you in public. she’s always helping you with whatever you need. everyone sees you as an ideal couple. but to you, she’s your owner. she can make you do whatever she pleases. she’s possessive because she loves you so much and can’t believe she has you all to herself.
she rides you with your hands tied behind your back, while you’re quivering and tears stream down your face. she chokes you slightly and makes you hold eye contact with her while she plummets up and down. when you’ve been a bad girl she rides you torturously slow. “tu quiero mucho mami, this dick is all mine yeah?” _
when you’re close she tugs your hair and slows down. she wants to cum before you do. “baby, baby wait for me. tell me you love me, be grateful for fucking me.” she kisses you when she cums, moaning into the kiss and biting your lip. “ah, you bitch, you fuck me so good. give my pussy more, shit, shit.”
TEARS ˎˊ˗ "'considering i have feelings i'm like, why are my clothes still on?"
Secretary! Sophia who's a stripper at night x CEO! g!p reader
Warnings: masturbation, mind break, power play, blowjob, dirty talk, praise kink, etc
Part 1 of what's your fantasy series
Author's note: happy pride brodies, low-key ass but promise it would build up as the series goes on hopefully
Sophia Laforteza loves praises.
So working at the number one company of the country and to be your secretary was one of the highest praises she has ever achieved.
She reels in your presence, admires how you carry yourself with such confidence and power that radiates wherever you go.
"Sophia" you called and she snaps out of her trance, hurrying to you.
"Yes?" She says, a bit breathless, her hands gripping her clipboard tight.
"Have you eaten?" You asked casually while you flip papers on your desk.
"Sorry?" The latter asks, confused and flabbergasted, her cheeks turning pink.
"Hmm— can you order food from the restaurant you booked last time? I enjoyed the food you ordered for me—"
"Yes, of course! Uhm— right away" Sophia stutters, her heart beating out of her chest from the praise.
"Thank you" you shout out to your secretary who scurried her way out of your office.
—
You loved obedience.
So to have Sophia Laforteza work as your secretary was a blessing. With just one word she'll already achieve what you ask by then.
You admired how diligent, responsible, and uptight she is with her tasks.
Which is a shocker because now you're staring at your friend's phone, mouth slightly open in shock as you continue to stare at Sophia's picture on the screen, shorts that barely contain her ass, paired with a push-up bra that makes her tits practically bulge out.
"Do you believe me now? I told you, your secretary's a fucking stripper at night, Y/n!" your friend whispered, with a hint of shout at the end.
"What do you expect me to do with this?" You ask, hands fumbling in frustration.
"Fire her, obviously!"
"I can't— she's amazing at her job— and I just can't say 'Sophia you're fired and I found out you're actually a stripper' to her!" You slump back to your chair, running your hands through your hair to ease your nerves.
"So— what do you plan to do then?" Your friend asks with a heavy sigh.
"I don't know"
—
"Working late again, Ms. Y/n?"
You jump out of your seat, hand on your chest clutching your shirt as you try to catch your breath. "Sophia!"
"Oh my god— I am so sorry" Sophia bows her head in embarrassment, hands tightly clasped infront of her, head still low.
You let out a long sigh, "it's okay— don't— don't do that again, yeah?"
"Yes, Ms." She nodded, bowing in remorse before standing up straight again looking at you with apologetic eyes.
Sophia bit her cheek, her heel clicking against the floor as your gaze lands heavy on her.
"Sophia" you said, voice carrying that authority and coldness she only hears when you want to take control of the situation.
"Yes?" she choked out, her heart thumping as she stood in front of you like a meal ready for a preying lion.
You examine her closely, trying to see what you haven't seen, trying to justify that she isn't what your friend has shown you.
You shook your head, sighing out of frustration as you waved your hand ushering her to leave, "nevermind, go home safe"
"Of course" she answered breathlessly, her lips breaking out to a wide smile. "You?"
You chuckled, "I'll go soon, don't worry."
You waved her goodbye as she exited the room, you lean back to your chair, your hands combing your hair back in an attempt to collect yourself.
The thought of Sophia being working as a stripper made you restless. You groaned, mumbling to yourself "this is crazy— this is fucking crazy" as you quickly gather your things to follow her trail.
—
Your car quickly came to a halt once you've reached the bar your friend told you she works at earlier.
You hand your keys to the valet and enter the premise, the stench of alcohol and sweat filled the place.
Your eyes darting around from people to people who grind each other and chug alcohol until your eyes settle on Sophia whose legs are wide open, hands on her thighs while her head is thrown back, mouth wide open.
Her earlier formal clothes that made her look professional, now made her look indecent with how much skin she's showing.
Her blouse wide open to see the pink laced bra she's wearing while her skirt rode up to her thighs, letting everyone see how thick and supple it is, and her smile satisfied like she's enjoying the attention she's having.
Suddenly you grow parched as you watch her slowly take off her blouse, unbuttoning it one by one, sweat glistening on her body making her look more enticing.
As her hands travel to the zipper of her skirt, your pants seemed to feel like they were too tight along with your suit. Heat began to travel in your body as you feel your cock growing harder by the second as Sophia enjoys herself on the stage.
And before you see too much you quickly exit the venue, trying to calm your nerves down.
You hurriedly went inside your car and parked to a nearby empty street to breathe.
"Fuck" you groaned out, hands cupping your cock through your pants, still thinking of your secretary stripping on that stage.
You fish your cock out of your pants, stroking it starting from the base to the tip. You let out heavy breaths, imagining Sophia kneeling under you.
You stroke your cock faster, continuing to picture her being the submissive little secretary she is, her hands shaking as she places her hands on your dick, looking so starstruck.
You imagine her gasping as she massages the tip of your cock, her other hand cupping your balls, salivating. You closed your eyes, your head thrown aback as beads of sweat start to drip all over your body.
"Fuck— that's right, Sophia, suck my cock baby" you moaned, picturing her with her mouth wide open, gagging when she tries to take you whole while tears stream down her face.
"I'm close, baby— fuck" you groaned, your balls tightening as your hand goes faster and faster, your stomach tensing till a honk pulls you out of trance.
"FUCKING SHIT" you slam your hands on the wheel in frustration, the car behind you still honking. "I'm moving, I'm moving!"
You grumbled all the way home, taking a quick shower and didn't even finish relieving yourself out of annoyance.
—
Sophia was scared to say the least.
When she got into your office, you were already there, hair messy, head buried in papers, grumbling and groaning, your sour mood apparent to anyone 5 feet apart from you.
"Ms. Y/n, lunch?" She managed to squeak out, trying to hide how terrified she is of making you even more miserable than you already are.
Your gaze lands heavily on her, your eyes are red and tired, voice raspy and cold, "come here."
Sophia exhales shakily, her heels click on the floor as she walks at a cautious pace, trying to keep a calm facade reaching the side of your desk.
You look at her— really look at her. She's wearing an all black outfit, hair down, and light makeup that screams elegance, nothing like the Sophia you had seen the night before.
Your mind ravages what detail you could have missed to not see that Sophia— your beloved secretary— is a stripper at night.
"Strip."
Sophia felt her heart stop breathing, she laughed— a small nervous laugh as she tried to process what you just said. "Ms. Y/n—"
"I said strip" you commanded, voice low and demanding.
Sophia stands still not knowing what to do, she fiddles her hand, her chest tightening as she tries to comprehend the situation.
"You can do it for strangers but not for your boss?" You said sarcastically, even letting out a menacing laugh.
That's when it clicked for Sophia, she rushed to her knees, her head on your shoes, trying to explain herself. "I am so sorry— you shouldn't— I—"
You stopped her rambling, crouching down, you gently took hold of her chin, making her meet eye to eye with you. "Show me that I can still make good use of you"
Sophia, teary-eyed, felt her heart burn and maybe— just maybe a little bit wet. "Show you how?"
You tuck her hair behind her ear, whispering in a low gentle voice, "you know how, because you're my secretary, right?"
Sophia nods, watching as you lean back on your chair smiling victoriously. Her pitiful gaze turned to something darker— hungrier.
She removed her blouse hastily, throwing it under your desk. Still on her knees, she shuffled between your legs when you stopped her with a light slap on her cheek.
"Where's your words? A secretary of mine should know how to use them" you smirk, your hand reaching out to rub her cheek you slapped. "I'm so disappointed in you Sophia, I thought you knew better"
Sophia sniffles, her heart aching at the thought of you being disappointed. "I'm sorry Ms.— I'm so sorry, please forgive me" she pleaded, her head nuzzling to your hand rubbing her cheek.
"Show me baby— words aren't enough, you've got to show me" you coo, both of your hands are now cradling her face, your thumb tracing her plump, supple lips.
Slowly, you put your thumb in her mouth and she obediently sucks, "good girl."
Sophia sucked harder, moaning around your thumb desperately as her hands reaching to grab you by your calves, her brain engraving the memory of you calling her a good girl.
You pulled out your thumb from her mouth, a string of saliva connecting before it eventually broke off. You lean back on your chair again, putting your arms on the arm rest, looking down at Sophia, disheveled and broken.
Your cock strains in your pants as it gets harder and harder by the minute. Your lips curled to a smirk seeing Sophia eye your junk like a mad woman.
She goes to her hands and knees, nuzzling her head to your thigh looking at you with her big doe eyes. "Tell me what you want to do— I'll do anything for you, Ms. Y/n"
She inches her face closer to your appendage, eyes closing as she smells your scent, she lets out a shaky breath, thighs clasped together as her pussy clenched on nothing.
You grab her by the back of her head and push her face to your clothed cock, rubbing her face on your aching dick.
Sophia closes her eyes in relish, she grabs you closer by the hips, rubbing her face on your cock even harder, tongue sticking out to lick your cock through layers of fabric, moaning as she does so.
Just then the door creaks open and panic sets in, you cram Sophia under your desk before your employee notices.
"Good afternoon, Ms. I just finished the paperwork you've asked for—"
Sophia couldn't care less about what was happening between you and her colleague, especially not when she's face to face with your bulge.
She swallows her own spit, her fingers opening your fly open, lips curling to a smile when she feels you tense up.
"Th— Thanks— I'll tell you when there's anything else I'll need" you let out a crooked smile, trying to keep a calm facade even when Sophia starts fishing your cock out from your boxers, stroking it starting from the base to your tip.
"Oh and also—"
You let out a low groan, showing a tight-lipped smile to your worker who's rambling about the paper while you try not to be annoyed nor focus on Sophia's lips now on your cock.
Sophia pressed kisses on your cock reverently like worshipping. She grabbed the base, giving kitten licks or licking it like an ice cream. Her eyes rolled back from the taste, feeling her panties getting drenched as heat began to travel throughout her body, most especially her core.
Finally, she takes a deep breath and downs you just halfway before gagging. Relentless— she tried again, taking you in her mouth, the tip of your cock hitting the back of her throat as she tried not to choke.
She bobs her head up and down, gagging yet refusing to back down, she sucks you even harder.
"Yes— yes I get it— you can go now" you said breathless, pleasure spiking your brain, melting every reasonable part of it.
You waved your employee to leave, and they quickly followed, the door shutting with a click, and you finally let out a low moan.
You placed your hand on the back of her hand, not pushing— it's just there, "that's it— doing so good for me, baby"
Sophia let out your cock with a pop, drool on the corner of her lips, her hands scrambling to stroke your cock, "thank you— thank you so much Ms. Y/n"
She goes down on your cock again, trying to deepthroat every inch of you but to no avail she chokes, letting you out of her mouth, drool escaping her lips connecting to your cock. "You taste so good— I love it— I love your cock, Ms. Y/n"
You don't let her finish, pushing her head down to your cock again, gasping when your dick enters her wet, warm, mouth. "Take it— take all of it"
Sophia cries, gagging as she takes you whole, her nose to your pelvis, trying to breathe, still she prevails, bobbing her head up and down eagerly, even going as far to pull you closer.
"So good— you're so good for me, baby" you gasp, a strained moan coming out of your throat, feeling your release nearing.
You stood up, one hand on your desk and the other on the back of her head, your under garments fell completely as you ram your cock in her throat.
Sophia looks up at you, mascara running down her face, sucking even harder when she sees your mouth wide open, your face contorted into pleasure as sweat drips down your neck.
Air is ignored and your needs become a priority, her throat bulging because of your cock every time she downs you whole, her jaw growing sore and saliva drips down to her cheek.
Then you hold her head still, your body going rigid as you cum in her throat spurt after spurt, your breath caught in your lungs, slowly pulling your cock out of Sophia's mouth with shaky breaths.
"That's my good girl" you coo, stroking Sophia's cheek, wiping away her tears, admiring her messy state. "You did so well for me."
Sophia gasps, taking deep breaths as she holds you close, her head nuzzling to your hold. "Thank you— thank you so much, Ms. Y/n"
Sensitive nipples. Would just cum from you sucking them, especially when she has her piercings on
sometimes y'all would share a blunt while fucking when she's riding you
Speaking of blunts, she would love having intoxicated sex cause it makes both of you sooo sensitive
I think Manon is definitely a groaner with very breathy moans like Sophia
Loves it when you tug/pull her hair, def turns her on
Light degradation. In my opinion she would get off with you telling her how she's so pathetically obsessed with you and it would turn her off if the degradation goes overboard
Manon is definitely a dom bottom in a way that she loves getting pampered but is also bossy
She's also one of those girls who's OBSESSED with their lover's scent, in my humble opinion. she would nuzzle her face to the crook of your neck the whole time
I think she would also adore nose kisses, you're thrusting deep inside her and your nose bumps and you just look at each other's eyes is in her top 10 intimate actions
7. thai and pizza- STATESIDE: DANIELA AVANZINI SMAU
synopsis: when the new premier overwatch league teams are announced, the newest team to be added; katseye find themselves up against some of the most competitive players in the world- including ones that'll flirt to win.
a/n: I THOUGHT I HAD ALREADY POSTED THIS 😭it was literally just sitting there with all the screenshots ready and everything...i'm sorry! this month has been a bit of a mess (and not for good reasons), so i've been pretty absent around here. but on a brighter note, three things: first, I'll be on school break soon, which means more updates are coming! second, i'm currently working on several new stories: one with dani, one with sophia, one with lara, and another one with all the girls. hopefully, they'll all be released sometime this month. third, i just published a story with jennie, in case anyone would like to check it out. sending lots of hugs and kisses. happy pride month!! 🤍
WHY HER, NOT ME? - THE SAGE & SHILOH SHOW EPISODE TITLED: THE SLEEPOVER
when shiloh unexpectedly quit the up-and-coming rock band katseye after they exploded on the scene with a critically acclaimed first album that was followed by a highly successful world tour, it left both fans and critics shocked as to why she would leave at the height of the band's success and popularity. unbeknownst to all, shiloh's contract wasn't renewed after being voted out and replaced by daniela's best friend, manon bannerman, by her band members. for the past two years shiloh has been dark on her public socials until she out of nowhere drops a teaser of her new single along with rumors of her releasing a solo album soon —right around the same time her former band will be dropping their third album. things are going to get interesting, especially when she has to start being around her ex, sophia, and the girl she left her for and was replaced in the band with, manon. fun, huh?
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shiloh spent the morning observing the interactions between yoonchae, megan and her sister with a fondness that she didn't believe she was ever capable of having.
sister— her sister.
the word still rang foreign in her mind due to how she was just simply not used to the word. never had it been in her vocabulary when it came to a biological sense. shiloh's considered yoonchae as a younger sister for so long that she didn't think of actually being one to someone who was related to her via— via them. her parents.
well, via the man who is her father.
the muscle in shiloh's eyebrow twitched just thinking about him and what little sage has mentioned about their father. he's not exactly father of the year when it concerns her as well, and judging from their text exchange earlier, mama isn't winning any awards for mother of the year either because something— something they did—made her baby sister so rattled and upset that she was willing to come visit her much earlier than anticipated. sage must've felt so overwhelmed by them that she had to get away.
i know the feeling, sage— i know it.
i just hope she doesn't become like me in that department and run when things become too much…maybe i can help her not be like me….
but that was a talk for a later date because shiloh has a feeling that the much overdue talk about their parents was somehow going to happen tonight at shiloh's home during their sleepover with her friends after sage meets them.
both of them knew the talk was unavoidable. that it'll happen whether they want it to or not.
a talk that neither was prepared to have— and why would you prepare for such a thing? conversations surrounding your older sister not being around or raised with you and why your parents made no mention of having another child have to be raw. unfiltered.
sage and shiloh needed the talk.
but there was another thing that both sisters knew would happen— no matter how they themselves would work hard to prevent it from ever happening.
what if they want to see me—
not wanting the mood that was filled with laughter and smiles. shiloh shifted her focus to the three younger women that were practically running around the aquarium to look at the many sea creatures in tanks.
megan's currently having a staring contest with one fish while yoonchae watches her with a look of pure adoration.
she wonders if those two will ever admit to their liking of the other— or should she enlist the help of regan and ryujin to push things along just for the hilarity of it all?
and sage— sage has been staring at a family of sea otters with such intensity that shiloh was concerned for a moment, as the girl had not moved an inch at all since she went over to look at them. from her position shiloh saw what caused her sister to stare— her eyes were on the pair of sleeping sea otters, one older and one younger. they were holding hands while sleeping.
sea otters would hold hands while sleeping so they wouldn't drift apart from each other. that's what shiloh remembered a tour guide from this very aquarium saying something akin to that when she had visited with her class during a field trip when she was in elementary school.
when it was time for them to leave, sage walked beside shiloh and held her hand.
she didn't let go until the four of them made it to shiloh's car.
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shiloh's currently trying to figure out whose bright idea it was to invite everyone over to her house just so sage can meet her friends properly. she was going to look at the gc she made with her, regan, megan —hehe rhyming names— ryujin, and yoonchae and see who it is she could blame.
—that's a lie; she's not going to blame them because having it happen at her home was a great idea, especially seeing how peaceful and comfortable sage has been since she entered the home. shiloh saw how she visibly relaxed and knew that it would have been a disservice to have this done at a hotel or even an airbnb. seeing sage so— calm and at ease did something to shiloh's mind.
she's always been a bit protective over yoonchae and that carried over to megan— and lara. but with yoonchae— shiloh sometimes felt like she went overboard in wanting to protect the younger from any of the pain and hurt she's experienced.
shiloh will do the same for sage. she has— she needs to protect her from this feeling of loneliness and pain that has been buried deep within shiloh that even she doesn't know a way to uproot them— they've become a part of her.
sage deserves better. so much better, and shiloh will make sure of it.
but for now— shiloh just observes her little sister fit in with her friends as if she's known them for years, her lips curled up in a smile as she stared at the chaotic friend group shiloh managed to make, eyes filled with a look of pure affection as she watched them all.
shiloh watched her friends. halle watched her.
halle's always been a quiet observer for a long time. she'd noticed things in people and her surroundings while unnoticed and used it to her advantage when it came to getting to know someone for who they truly are just by watching how they engaged with the world around them. she'd done the same with shiloh the very first time she met her; her older sister talked about the other woman constantly with such high regard and respect that she wanted to meet her just by that alone. chloe told her how shiloh helped with some songs on her album and recommended her, as she knew how much trouble halle was having with one particular song that was really working on several of her last nerves. shiloh was invited over to her home studio, and both women ended up talking more about other things than songwriting whenever she came over to help with the songwriting progression of halle's first album.
still— she noticed the sadness that seemed to radiate from her friend even though shiloh had kept it hidden. no one really noticed, but halle did.
halle always noticed.
just like she noticed the very clear tension and unspoken words between shiloh and her former band, katseye. halle saw it all.
saw how lara eyes glistened with tears before she looked away. noticed how daniela looked at everyone but shiloh when introducing herself.
halle especially noticed how sophia and manon didn't know how to stop looking at shiloh. whether they knew it and were in denial about it— everything about those two girls seemed drawn to shiloh and only to shiloh.
sophia had such a terrible time trying to focus on any of the conversation she had with anyone at the table because her eyes would drift to shiloh— like she was being pulled.
and manon that poor girl barely interacted with anyone because she herself couldn't keep her eyes off of shiloh.
shiloh looked at no one. her head had been down the moment after the four women had joined them at the table.
now why was that? she was curious.
she may not have known officially what caused the possible breakdown between them all, and she will never force her friend to ever discuss it with her unless shiloh explictily wanted her to. but there was a sudden rush of protectiveness that came over her for shiloh and she couldn't quite put a finger on why. did her subconscious know something then that she didn't? is that why she felt the need to feel that way in particular?
so halle waited, and observed. when shiloh was ready to speak about it, she will sit and she will listen.
—what they definitely will talk about is that whole hxg contract thing, though. that is a conversation that will happen, and shiloh will not be getting out of that with her at all.
for now she looked on and saw how shiloh had separated herself from the girl to watch them all interact with sage— they had all moved outside while shiloh was inside watching them, and halle got up to go inside, standing next to shiloh and both women looked at everyone getting to know the sister.
they remained silent for a few more minutes before shiloh said, "i didn't quit the band—"
halle nodded.
she had a feeling that's what it was— halle had watched clips and videos of shiloh performing. that girl loved every bit of performing— it was all in the way she moved. her stage presence and aura were unquestionable; she belonged up there.
no one who genuinely loved doing what shiloh did would just leave.
not voluntarily.
but halle said none of that; shiloh didn't need an interruption or any type of reassurance right now. she needed someone to listen.
"my contract as a member of katsye wasn't renewed and i was voted out— i— it. " shiloh stuttered, voice cracking as she fought back the urge to cry.
"now hxg wants me back, and they 'want to discuss the potentials of a career there as a solo artist'. they want to meet with me again in a few days to talk more on it. —i'm considering it." halle new from the way there was no hesitation behind the ending of shiloh words. there was a finality in her tone that she couldn't help but notice. but from the way she saw how shiloh's shoulders straightened— there was more to it.
when shiloh said nothing further, halle chose then to say something, "that company does not deserve you or ryujin— they barely deserve katseye but— loh i want you to know this. when you do go to talk to them again, never immediately agree to anything unless you give them conditions that they need to abide by if they want you. they will probably want you to do things for them to balance it, but make sure they earn that privilege. make them work for it."
halle didn't need to say the quiet part out loud. they both know exactly what it is the company will ask of her to do. shiloh's no idiot— she knows that it will involve her former band.
shiloh looked over at her friend with a watery smile, tears slipping down her cheeks as she nodded her head to show she understood. show that they will have to earn her.
but halle wasn't just talking about the company.
shiloh will pretend for now that her friend was only talking only about hxg.
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shiloh was in her bedroom, sitting in the middle of her bed as her mind tried to settle. everyone had slowly drifted off to sleep one by one by the time they made it to the third prequel movie, and she managed to slip away to go to her room.
her mind has been going back to the conversation she had with halle, to thoughts of sage. she wondered what it was that caused her sister to want to get away from them.
them being their parents.
what could it be that made her want to be away from them so badly?
it was as if she heard her sister's musings as sage had knocked and entered her room. she looked nervous— anxious. shiloh knew from that alone what was about to happen. they were about to talk about their parents.
shiloh patted the empty space on the bed next to her for sage to come sit, but instead was surprised by a request sage had made.
"can we— can we like— face away from each other? with our backs to each other? it's a coping thing that my therapist taught me—"
"sage—" shiloh interrupted her gently. " we can do that. come on."
after a few minutes and a decision to just do this on the floor instead of the bed, where it felt like she was falling over, the sisters were now sitting on the floor in front of the bed, facing away with their backs pressed against each other. shiloh could feel the heaviness that was carried by her sister— and in that moment she hated their parents for whatever it is they've done to her.
sage didn't immediately start with speaking. just sat there with her back pressed against her older sister's while she stared straight ahead at nothing.
shiloh said nothing.
she didn't try to fill the silence with words to break the tension or to try and lighten up the mood; she just sat quietly. waiting. listening.
"they found out" were the only words sage said after minutes of silence. she didn't have to clarify to shiloh who sage was referring to. "growing up i just felt so very lonely. our parents— they didn't let me do anything or go anywhere. i wasn't allowed to have friends over, and i couldn't go over to their places. at home with them— i was just— alone."
shiloh closed her eyes— memories from her own childhood came. the heavy footsteps from her father. the careful footsteps from her mother. how her father kept a close eye on her— how her mother was sometimes too afraid to let even her go past the front yard. so afraid was their mother of not seeing shiloh within her eyesight, but sometimes she'd let her venture out to play with other kids or go to the neighbors' home next door, yoonchae's family, only for her father or mother to come and collect her what felt like seconds later.
she remembered the loneliness— but at the time she only had her mother to turn to for comfort.
"i thought i was being careful with our texts and calls whenever i went back to their house to see them. i— there was something keeping me from telling them that i found you— that i know about you and have been talking to you. like i somewhat knew that them knowing was not something that was a good thing— like i knew it was something they didn't need to know or shouldn't know about."
sage's mind went to the day she found a hidden box in her parents' bedroom— she was looking for some documents that she needed for school, and her mother told her to go into her bedroom to find them. the box has a name on it that she'd never seen, much less heard her parents mention. a box that had the name 'shiloh' on it, and inside were documents, pictures, magazines, and news clippings of a girl who looked very similar to sage but older. in the box was also a camcorder. sage grabbed the box and put something in its spot to give the illusion that there was something still there and went directly to her room.
what sage found that day tilted her entire world over. she had a sister.
an older sister.
and said older sister was someone that sage related to in terms of representation and in general. suddenly everything made sense— how her mother tensed up whenever she heard anything related to katseye was mentioned. how her father would look away whenever they were on the tv— used to believe that it was just him not showing any interest and not caring about a band full of young people. he was looking away in shame.
when sage was a child, her mother used to pick her up and hold her so tightly and her tears were streaming down her face as she held the little girl in her arms close to her with whispered apologies.
it all made perfect sense. why they moved here— why they moved to the neighborhood they now currently reside in. why her mother would spend so much time in her office with what now sage understood was this very box.
they had another child. before her, a child they left.
a child they abandoned.
sage felt disgust and anger come over her quicker than she realized. disgust at her parents.
anger at how they just— why didn't they tell her? why wasn't shiloh with them? why?
how long has it been since they've seen shiloh in person? there were many questions that needed to be known.
sage looked over at everything that was within that box until she saw a number with shiloh's name underneath it— she didn't question how her mother acquired the number, but she didn't care. she took it with her and put the box back exactly where it was.
that familiar fury started to stir within sage again and she had to quickly stuff it down before she let it take over her again.
"they didn't let me know about you for so long— why should i let them know you now?" sage continued. "our parents believed i shouldn't know about you, so why would i do the same? — but now they know and they won't stop hounding me about meeting up with you. that they have a right to meet and know you because 'shiloh's our daughter." she was getting angry all over again at the audacity from them. how dare they want to know someone they haven't cared to reach out to on their own? their mother had shiloh's phone number for who knows how long; she could have easily done what sage had done.
but she didn't. the coward.
sage eyes filled with tears, just like shiloh's had.
"i— i tried to be nice for as long as i could to them. i tried to deter them— telling them in many ways that you weren't ready. ignore their calls and texts, but they just wouldn't stop, and i just— i—" you can hear the control she had to keep herself together slipping. so she turned and moved around to where she could rest her forehead against her sister's back. she was seeking comfort but didn't know how to ask for it without feeling like she was asking for too much from shiloh.
"i lost it. and started yelling at them. i told them to their faces that they were so fucking pathetic. how they probably had years to do what i had done— that i did something they were too damn cowardly to do, and they have the nerve to get angry and try to force themselves into your life without an invite. i asked them how they thought you'd feel when you met me— how you must've questioned, 'why her and not me?' they tried to speak over me, but i just kept yelling, 'you left her! you left her!' and i just couldn't stop saying it. and she slapped me— mama slapped— i hate them. i hate them so much," and sage finally breaks. she couldn't stop the tears from overtaking her and cried.
she cried not for her parents and their self-serving guilt. sage cried for herself— she cried for her older sister who probably had to navigate the world on her own because of their parents' selfishness.
and she cried for them. for not being allowed the chance to grow up together. for not having the long-standing sibling relationship that they should have had from the beginning— there were so many times they needed an older sister for advice, comfort, and to laugh with.
they took that from them. they took everything from them—
sage face was now buried deep in shiloh's shoulder while she continued to sob; her fingers were pressed into shiloh's back because she didn't want her sister to disappear from her grasp. she didn't know how long she sobbed for or when shiloh. sage just needed this to be real.
it'll kill her if this was all a dream.
shiloh was sobbing too, but she didn't care about herself in that moment. she only wanted her to be and feel safe again— she had no business carrying such a burden on her shoulders all because of the cowardly and downright pathetic actions of two grown people who made a series of choices that they now are starting to face the consequences of.
they know there was more to discuss, and shiloh was already thinking of turning the guest room into a permanent one just for sage in case the girl wanted to stay here for however long she needed to. she needed to be away from their parents for a while because the younger never wanted to go back, but she didn't have a choice in the matter as she's financially tied to them.
but they will deal with it now that she had shiloh and the close friends that came with her sister— yoonchae and megan have already formed their own little trio thanks to the trip to the aquarium and the subsequent hours they spent together before the others came along.
sage wasn't alone anymore. she'll never be again. she has a sister.
bonus: the idiots in their natural habitat...terrorizing shiloh.
a/n: short chapter but progress! nothing bad's going to happen :D i promise you all :D
⋆˚꩜｡SYNOPSIS: Megan has exactly one rule: don’t catch feelings for her best friend’s older brother. Easy, right? Wrong. Because Y/N is annoyingly charming, always around, and way too good at making her forget that he’s completely off-limits. Now she’s stuck acting normal in front of Adéla while secretly losing her mind over someone she’s definitely not supposed to want.
⋆˚꩜｡PAIRINGS: Megan Skiendel x ma!e reader
⋆˚꩜｡WARNINGS: English is not my first language, sorry if there are spelling mistakes
Charlotte decided to throw a sleepover at Adéla’s house and basically forced Megan to come. “It’ll be fun, just us girls,” she said with that sweet-but-don’t-argue smile. Adéla didn’t seem too bothered, so Megan showed up with snacks and a fake chill attitude even though her stomach was in knots being around YN’s girlfriend and his sister.
They were all in pajamas, sprawled across Adéla’s big bed and the floor with fairy lights on, when Charlotte suggested Truth or Dare. At first it was light stuff — stupid secrets, worst kiss stories, who would rather eat a bug than kiss Mason. Then Charlotte turned to Megan with a mischievous little grin. “Who’s your crush right now? Like, real one.”
Megan froze. She could feel Adéla watching her too. There was no way she could say YN. Not here. Not ever. Her brain short-circuited and the first name that popped into her head came flying out.
“…Noah.”
The room went quiet for half a second before Charlotte and Adéla started squealing.
“NOAH?! My brother?!” Charlotte laughed, looking genuinely surprised but excited. “Oh my god, that’s actually kinda cute!”
Adéla raised an eyebrow but smirked. “Didn’t see that one coming. He’s been staring at you like a puppy for months though.”
Megan forced a laugh and tried to play it off, but inside she was dying. She spent the rest of the night nodding along while they teased her about Noah, her face burning the whole time.
YN read the messages and didn’t type a word. He just stared at his screen, jaw tight, that annoying twist in his chest coming back full force. He knew he had zero right to feel any type of way — he had Charlotte, and Megan was supposed to be like a little sister anyway. Still sucked to read.
He left the chat on read and tossed his phone on the bed.
YN never replied. Not to Caleb. Not to the group. Not to anyone. He just put his phone on silent and stared at the ceiling, trying to convince himself it didn’t bother him.
YN was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling, phone next to him. He had read Megan’s message at least five times.
That “I’m here” made his chest feel tight. He typed “thanks megs, I’m good” at least twice but deleted it every time.
He couldn’t bring himself to reply. Not when everything felt so fucked. Charlotte was his girlfriend. Megan was Adéla’s best friend. And now the whole group thought she liked Noah.
summary: A boy group member, also being daniela's ex, needing to do a collab with her. Both were hesitant about it, but they realized they still wanted each other back. None of the fans knew their history, but they shipped them.
chapter 5- professionalism
Y/n sat in one of the lobby chairs, waiting for daniela. His foot tapped the ground restlessly and watched as the staff near him walked by, trying to see if daniela would come out by now. He checked the time on his phone;
1:14 am
Its been a few minutes by now, if she doesn't show up in the next 6 minutes, he was definitely going to go back upstairs.
The next minutes went by and he still hasn't seen a single sight of her. Y/n got up and was about ti walk to the elevator until a familiar curly hair was spotted for a few feet away, they were walking towards him. He stopped walking for a second until she stopped right in front of him.
It was daniela.
She looked more beautiful than the last time he's seen her in person. "so you gonna say it to my face or what?" Y/n just stood there, no he processed the words, he's just shocked on how she looks now. She has her natural color back.. "hello?" daniela waved her hand in front of his face.
"sorry, sorry what?"
"are you gonna say it to my face?"
"say what to your face?"
Daniela let out an impatient sigh. She dragged him to the cafe so she could at least distract herself with something while y/n forgets this whole thing. "i asked you what your problem was and i told you to say it to my face" she responded as she poured herself a cup of coffee and put all her stuff in it.
"oh. Well my problem is that you're telling me that i'm being dry, when i'm just texting normally. You found the conversation one sided, which obviously it wasn't if i was answering!" He leaned back on the counter and watched her pour her stuff in the coffee as he explained himself. Daniela stopped what she was doing and looked at him. "it was one sided, and you were texting dry! Its not how you normally text. Last time we texted you were so.. so full of energy!"
"oh well maybe because i was in love with you that time?" she stopped again before continuing. She can't be mad at that because they did break up, and what makes her think he would still be in love with her after years? "or maybe because i knew you enjoyed my presence. But now? now you just act like you hate me, which you do-"
"dont. I dont."
Y/n paused and looked at her, she was looking down at the cup of coffee and stirring it. "you dont?.."
"no i dont."
"oh."
Silence dragged on for a little bit, just the sound of daniela stirring her cup. "was that it?" she asked him.
"i think?.." he replied back. Y/n then let out a sigh and just looked outside the window from the counter. "i miss us, or- well missed.." he slowly confessed.
"you cant. I have a boyfriend now."
"are you sure he treats you better than I do?"
Daniela knew that jonah doesnt. No one can compare to y/n. Jonah uses her for things, clout, almost anything but a happy future together. She doesn't even feel happy with him, she always find herself zoning out while having conversations with her. But whenever she had conversations with y/n? Man she was loud as hell.
"im sure." Daniela lied through her teeth, and daniela may have changed looks, but she didnt change habits.
"mhm.. you're blinded." y/n said.
"dont tell me what i am." daniela quickly defended. "i dont want to talk to you anymore." She threw her coffee out.
"you barely even drank that shit"
"because i changed my mind!" She snapped, he stopped for a second and knew there was something else. "hey.. hey chill. I was just kidding."
Daniela sighed frustratedly and leaned back on the counter. "im sorry, its just- im really tired from these schedules. Its pissing me off.."
"no i get you. You just need a rest day."
"ugh.. like i'll ever get one."
"i'll talk to your manager and i'll tell him we're gonna have a little 'hang out' so we can talk about the collab. But we can just chill." he explained lightly.
"seriously? Like he'll even listen to that."
"well i'll try. So right now? lets just get you back to sleep." His hand landed onto her back, slowly guiding her back to the elevator and pressed the floor number where all the dorm rooms were.
Y/n didn't really talk much on the way back, knowing daniela needed the silence and space. They made it to her room and he waited for her.
"thanks.."
"mhm.. g'night daniela. Sleep well alright? Text me if you're still awake."
Daniela nodded and entered her dorm, she shut the door behind her and let out a sigh. God what was she thinking right now? This was her ex, she's not even supposed to be talking to him.
WHY HER, NOT ME? - when shiloh got manipudipped into going to the aquarium
when shiloh unexpectedly quit the up-and-coming rock band katseye after they exploded on the scene with a critically acclaimed first album that was followed by a highly successful world tour, it left both fans and critics shocked as to why she would leave at the height of the band's success and popularity. unbeknownst to all, shiloh's contract wasn't renewed after being voted out and replaced by daniela's best friend, manon bannerman, by her band members. for the past two years shiloh has been dark on her public socials until she out of nowhere drops a teaser of her new single along with rumors of her releasing a solo album soon —right around the same time her former band will be dropping their third album. things are going to get interesting, especially when she has to start being around her ex, sophia, and the girl she left her for and was replaced in the band with, manon. fun, huh?
a/n: im sorry for the wait sdjafmlkdsf i wanted to give them some happiness before i destroy it soon. next chapter is where they all officially meet sage/sleepover
