why dont we one shots

dance recital - donah

ship: donah
type: fluff
f or n/f: not famous
warning: i know i haven't writen fluff in a while but i missed it :)
there is one part with a song for daniels hip hop dance. i linked it up top.

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"hi, mrs. anderson" daniel says to the receptionist. "why hello daniel! i told you to call me sarah, sweetheart." "i know. i have a private lesson today so do you want me to lock up for the night?" "yes, that would be great, what studio are you using?" "studio 6, have a great night mrs- sarah" daniel says, walking past the desk, down the long hallway toward the studios.

daniel has been dancing at this studio since he was three. the sutido was a second home to hin him considering dance was his escape. all his teachers knew daniel was somthing special, but he was oblivious.

daniel was never body positive. he though his arms were to small. his legs were to skinny. his stomach was to fat. everything about his body, he absolutely hated. he though he had a nice ass though.

now for his dance family, he had two people in specific. zach and jack. zach had joind the studio two years after daniel, and jack had joind the same year as daniel. the three were inseparable, especially zach and jack.

daniel still had thirty minutes before the trainer was supost to arrive, so he facetimed zach. the phone ran a couple of times before zach appeared.

"hi dani" zach says, giggling a little.  "hey z, why are you giggling," "oh no reason" zach says. he was obviously sitting on some, daniel immediately knowing it was jack. "well, hi jack." "how did you know" jack exclaimed from behind the camra. "i can tell when zach is with he. his face gets all red and-" "daniel, shut the fuck up" zach yells behind the camra, making daniel laugh.

daniel props the phone up against the mirror and pulls out muscle roller. he grabs the roller and runs it agaisnt his legs muscles, almost moaning because it felt so good. "so dani, where are you?"

"i'm in the studio. mrs. nancy added a solo for me. it is a part from some random dance so it's not like there is different choreography so that's good. but, i still can't do half the steps. she called in some random dude that i don't even want to dance with. i am over it."

daniel huffs and puts his roller away. he stands at and stretches his limbs. he doesn't need that much streching considering he came from soccer practice. "that sucks dude" jack say, actting like he was listening. he was too busy teasing zach to look at the blonde.

"dani, can we see your hip hop routine" zach asks, hoping jack will stop. jack does so and stares at the screen. daniel walks over to the speaker, plugging in his computer. he pulls up youtube and puts on stiff arm by jericho.

daniel goes to the middle of the floor and starts dancing. he forgets he is in the studio while he dances. he wouldn't say the dance was PG. it was definitely PG-13. possibly even R. the dance was short but pretty sexual. at the end, he lands a perfect backflip. he was obviously breathing very fast since the dance was tiring.

he snaps out of his trance when he hears jack and zach claping and cheering. he looks over at the camra and starts laughing. "if you weren't a bottom dani, i would let you fuck me hard" zach says. jack glares at him making zach laugh even harder. "that run was absolutely terrible" daniel says, fanning his shirt trying his best to cool off.

the conversation gets inturtpted by a voice. "in my opinion, it was great" a brunette says. daniel quickly turns being startled by the voice. "oh shit, i mean shot, hi. i-i'm daniel." daniel scurries off the floor and holds out his hand for jonah to shake. jonah gladly takes it and shakes daniels hand.