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I can read your smile - Choi Minho SHINee Fanfic - Chapter 9 - Late-night girl talk

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Chapter 9 - Late-night girl talk

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~Crystal's POV~

The day went on uneventfully, and I was now in the bedroom with Jude and Lydia, talking before going to sleep.

"I can't believe we're going home already!" Jude whined.

"Yea, the weekend passed by so fast!" Lydia exclaimed as well.

Not fast enough.

The only blessing that came with going home was that Minho would not be there. After dropping me off, he will go on vacation with his family and be gone until the start of Uni.

2 months without seeing him were going to be good, thank God.

"So, you and Key, huh?" Lydia asked Jude, and she blushed.

"How could you tell?" Jude covered her face with her hands.

"How couldn't we?" I said and we all laughed.

"Is he a good kisser?" Lydia winked, to which Jude became even more embarrassed.

"We talked a lot yesterday, and we have a lot of things in common. He also shares my passion for fashion, we even discussed potentially opening up a business together, but we wanted to show our sketches first." She squirmed.

"Better not mix business with love." Lydia drank some champagne.

"What about you, Lydia? I saw how you looked at Jinki yesterday." I nudged her elbow, and she blushed.

It was the first time I saw her be so girly.

"He totally seems head over heels for you!" Jude grinned.

"Were we that obvious?"

"Yes!" Jude exclaimed, and we all laughed.

It felt good to have this girl talk. I really felt like we were friends, and not simply colleagues in university.

"Honestly, it's still a bit hard for me to... get over everything, and see Jinki as a potential partner."

"You never told us what happened." Jude frowned.

"Well..." Lydia sighed.

"You don't have to, if you're not ready. But we are here for you." I smiled and touched her hand with my palm, and she shook her head and started talking.

"When I was 16, I got together with this guy... he was older than me, 27 at that time."

"27?! While you were 16?!" Jude gasped.

"Weird, right?" Lydia chuckled bitterly. "Well, I didn't see it like that at the time. I thought I was so mature, that I had it all figured out and he must like me because of that. Took me years to realise he's been grooming me, and I was such a malleable silly little girl in his eyes."

"You've been manipulated, it wasn't your fault." I petted her back in comfort.

"I didn't get along too well with my parents. My mother was a piece of work, and my father was... very, very strict. I hated them. When my ex told me to move in with him and cut them off, I didn't even think twice. I packed my bags and left, which was the biggest mistake of my life."

"Did he do anything to you...?" Jude asked in a whisper, and Lydia started tearing up.

It was so hard to see her like this. She was usually a girl-boss, her emotions always in check, sure of herself and strong. But allowing herself to be vulnerable like that meant that she really began to trust me and Jude.

"He... he was so controlling. I was scared of him." She cried. "He would grab my hair and hit me if he was mad, and he was always mad. He forced me to-" She sobbed and started shaking, relieving all those horrible memories.

I knew how heart-wrenching it felt to remember everything.

"He forced me to have sex with him even when I didn't want it. He was rough, and it always hurt so bad. He would punch walls, or choke me, and he never gave me any money, or let me leave the house, afraid that I'd leave him. I even dropped out of high school because of him."

"But what about your parents? Or friends?"

"I couldn't contact anyone, he took away my phone, and he knew I was too proud to go back to my parents. Until I wasn't. I realised that it was the only way out, that I'd rather stand through my father's anger and my mother's disappointment than get raped everyday by that monster."

"So how did you... get out?" Jude continued asking. I just listened.

"We went shopping one time, and while he wasn't looking, I simply ran out of the store and got into a taxi. I had no money, mind you, but it was my only chance."

"And how did your parents react?" I asked my first question of the night. "Were they angry at you?"

"No! God, they were so good!" She started crying even worse. "They welcomed me back with open arms, and we all apologised and held each other for a long time."

"That's sweet." I smiled. "I'm glad that you had them."

"Me too." She wiped away her tears.

"You did a really brave thing to go back to them." Jude nodded.

"So now we know why you're so against guys." I said, and we all started to chuckle.

"Jinki seems like a great guy, though. I bet he'd never hurt you." Jude spoke.

"Yea." Lydia sniffed. "I think so too."

We comforted Lydia for a while and hugged each other, and I almost forgot about Minho, until Jude spoke and reminded me.

"If I'm with Key and Lydia is with Jinki, it's only natural that Crystal has to get with Minho!"

"No, that's not gonna happen, because he doesn't like me." I chuckled.

"What do you mean?" Lydia asked. "You seemed close yesterday."

"For real! You were sleeping so soundly in his arms, we didn't want to wake you up! And the way he looks at you - he's fucking whipped, girl!" Jude added.

"Yea. Right?" I chuckled again. "Too bad he rejected me."

"He rejected- what? How? When?" Jude gasped.

"This morning. I leaned in to kiss him and he moved away. It sounds pathetic when I say it out loud."

"He doesn't know what he's missing out on." Lydia shook her head and poured the rest of the champagne in her glass, then handed it to me.

"Thanks." I nodded and downed it, feeling the expensive taste go down my throat, and my feelings get a bit more distant.

~Minho's POV~

~Taemin's birthday, Saturday morning~

"We have one more thing we must do, since we're here." I told Crystal excited and watched the sea. "When you're ready."

"Which is?" She raised a brow.

"Take off your clothes." I instructed her, aware of the blatant innuendo in my tone. I was just teasing her to get a reaction, and I got it.

"You're so straight forward!" She joked.

I winked and we both got undressed, and fuck, how cold it was!

"It's so cold!" Crystal whined, which made me laugh. Apparently, we thought the same.

"I know. Are you ready, though?"

"Don't tell me you want us to swim." She chuckled.

"Why else would've I asked you to put on your swimsuit?"

"But Minho, it's freezing."

"Oh, stop complaining! Let's go." I grabbed her hand, and we ran towards the sea together, and when she complained about the cold again, I took her in my arms and ran in the water with her.

Her body was warm and seemed to fit just right against mine.

It was like this last night, too. She was just perfect there, sleeping in my lap.

"Fuckkk, it's so cold! I'm gonna get sick!" Crystal laughed. How contagious that laugh was when it was genuine.

"We're gonna drink tea when we get out. Now show me what you've learnt yesterday."

"How is this?" She boasted proudly, even if her technique was sloppy. She was so cute, though, swimming like a puppy.

"Not bad."

"Not bad?! I'm literally a pro?!"

"Yea, yea, sure you are!" I teased her. "At least your head's above water."

"Don't make me splash you, Ming!"

"Are you threatening me?!" I gasped, and Crystal splashed me with a laugh. She called me by a nickname, and I barely contained my smile.

I couldn't let the splashing slide, though, so I ran after her and grabbed her waist, throwing her underwater.

"I can't believe you did that!" She laughed. "You're taking advantage of the fact that you're taller!"

"I mean, it's a good advantage to have." I shrugged, and she took me by surprise, jumping on me, trying to take me down.

Of course, she was unsuccessful, so she ended up in my arms again.

My heart started beating fast as her legs closed in around my waist. She moved her hands around my shoulders, and we just looked at each other in the morning's light.

I was smitten by her, but I couldn't let myself get carried away.

I didn't want to take advantage of her at all, especially since I was Crystal's landlord, and if anything bad were to happen between us, it would end up hurting her more than me.

I needed to sort out my feelings first, to make sure she also feels the same and it's not just the thrill of the moment.

It was the perfect moment to kiss her, though, and I really wanted to.

But it wasn't right. We needed to talk first, to see if we actually felt something for the other and weren't just acting like horny teenagers.

I was deep in my thoughts, but her eyes captivated me. They were so beautiful.

She was beautiful.

No, this is not right. I told myself. I can't take advantage. I can't kiss her.

She leaned in, and it was now or never. I could either give in and feel the euphoria of her plump lips against mine, or I could stop her.

The right thing to do was stop.

I cleared my throat and averted my gaze, because I knew I couldn't stand to see her right now. She was surely dejected and disappointed. I hated myself for disappointing her.

~a few hours later~

"What's up girls?" Key and I cut Taemin's cake and started distributing the plates around, and we approached Lydia, Jude and Crystal.

After I rejected her, Crystal didn't speak to me too much. The whole way home was silent, and I couldn't bring myself to say anything, either. Even now, she would smile at me, but she avoided me touching her, and she only seemed to interact with me to be polite.

I knew I hurt her, and I wanted to apologise, but I didn't know how.

"Crystal just told us she's never celebrated her birthday or gotten any gifts!" Jude exclaimed, pulling me out of my head.

"Never?!" Key gasped.

"Oh my God, it's really not such a big deal!" Crystal spoke with her mouth full of cake, which was pretty funny, so we laughed.

"So, when's your birthday? Just tell us!" Lydia nudged her elbow.

"It was last month, on the 15th. Happy?" Crystal replied, and she seemed a bit annoyed, even if she was smiling. I was starting to understand the true feelings behind her signature smiles. They were all different, and each of them meant something else, but you needed to pay really close attention to notice the difference.

"It was?!" Jude exclaimed.

I was frankly as shocked as her, and I started to do the math in my head.

It can't be...

'I brought you a muffin, by the way.'

"Oh, thanks, but I'm not hungry. You can eat it."

It couldn't have been that night.

Fuck.

The boys were already pretty drunk, so we all decided to head to bed. On my way back from the bathroom, curiosity got the better of me and I did something I shouldn't have. I stopped in front of the girls' door, after hearing Lydia say my name.

"What do you mean? You seemed close yesterday."

"For real! You were sleeping so soundly in his arms, we didn't want to wake you up! And the way he looks at you - he's fucking whipped, girl!"

"Yea. Right? Too bad he rejected me."

"He rejected- what? How? When?"

"This morning. I leaned in to kiss him and he moved away. It sounds pathetic when I say it out loud."

"He doesn't know what he's missing out on."

"Thanks."

"So what are you going to do now?"

"I'll get over him, what else?"

"How, when you live together? You'll basically see him every fucking day and get your heart broken all over again!"

"He leaves for two months tomorrow, thankfully. I'll use all this time away from him to sort out my thoughts, and my feelings will be gone as quickly as they came."

"That's the right attitude."

"Yes, that's what I want to do. I want to forget about these feelings. And I will."

I was glad I listened in, even though it was wrong of me, because now I knew that I should never brooch the subject ever again.

It was pointless to apologise to Crystal for hurting her, because she made up her mind and she didn't want me anymore.

I was wrong about rejecting her, but it was too little too late now.

Just as she said, it's good that I'll be going away.

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aajjks · 2 years ago

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tw ; depressed ass ask

i really like ur stories and its prolly the 1st time i'm sending u an ask sorry its totally unrelated to ur stories. i saw an ask about first love idk why this 2am sadness is making me write this.

first love hurts. it is so unfair. its been 4 months now and we ended it. I feel so f*cking dead without him but somehow life keeps going, it is how it is, i'm busy 90 percent of the time i cant grief over it much and i am so glad for it bc its easier to keep myself distracted but i hate weekends i'm free and i keep looking at our videos our pictures our vc recordings the gifts he gave me and that one oversized t shirt of his. i just cant stop crying and wishing he was with me and those videos weren't clips to just remember and it was like the old times, the happy smiling faces of us. i'm miserable without him i love him. i obsessively keep stalking him and maybe he does the same too but for some reason we ain't reaching out to each other bc we would be tangled in the same old discussion. the time did him and i wrong. we thought it was the best to end it bc we just keep hurting e/o maybe years later when we are rightful responsible adults we will date, but this promise is uncertain what if he starts dating? with time we change our feelings change.

when i'm on the subway on my way to uni i listen to music and even then it keeps gnawing on me i want this to end-this feeling of immense loss and emptiness.

its like he doesn't want to let me get over him. he was there at every moment of my daily life it was like a habit for me, i'd be at his place more than my own house now that he's not its hard to function, his things are all over my bedroom.

first love is a blessing if you two are together happily and it also is a curse if things have to come to an end and you both will completely vanish from each other's lives. and it does happen like they show in the movies its so fascinating. falling in love. anywayyyyyyy take caree alinaaaa i love automaniac koo and bunny koo they have my heart. ur fics work as coping mechanism!!!!! u should be happieeeee

omg im so sorry babe :/// I haven’t ever dated anyone n never have fallen in love so you could say I don’t have any experience with relationships or real feelings yk? I feel so much for you though cus I know it’s hard to move on n break ups hurt alot, you feel like you can’t live anymore, I understand because I have seen that happening…. I don’t know what to say to comfort you but I’m so glad you felt like my blog was a safe space for you to open up, it sounds like right person n wrong time? But there is a saying in Arabic.

I’m so happy that my fics can help you even if just a little, please take care of yourself

#asks

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bluehwale · 2 years ago

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Ahahahaha ikr? The funny thing is that despite Sehun not being my bias or my wrecker, I have the biggest soft spot for him. So him shaking his head at me while I was sobbing was honestly a very special moment for me (he's honestly so sweet my heart hurts sometimes). I mean... Suho is my ult so him just standing in front of me would cause me to ascend and him singing/dancing was enough to send me to ghostexol town. (I sometimes wonder what I'll do when I see hongjoong... Because for some reason that man has me in a chokehold and I'd be on the floor if he even looked in my direction during a concert lmao).

Ahem, anyways, Jongho's live vocals are definitely impressive from what I've heard, so I'm not surprised that your friend liked him hehe. (And the death grip on the phone is so real slsbhshks, if I were you I'd probably scream into my pillow as well)

Hehehe, yes! My birthday is like super close to a couple of kpop idols I like (including our Mingi Mangi Mango) which always makes me go 👁️👄👁️ I'm actually super excited to see my grandparents, I saw them like a month back but already miss them *sob* so celebrating with them is going to be the highlight of my birthday ahaha (especially because my niece will be there too and I absolutely love her)

Oh no... Uni is always such a downer when it comes to concert dates lol. And like you said, if not this time, then we'll definitely get another chance to see ATEEZ soon! Pretty sure they'll be having something or the other soon (I hope the boys get to rest though, the babies have been working so hard recently and their schedule is only going to get packed with the cb 😭😭😭😭)

GHOSTEXOL TOWN HAHDHSHSH IM CRYINGG but yeah i can imagine,, that must be an experience u won’t forget ever !!! sometimes i think i’d react normally if i ever see my ult bcs yk… he’s just a man… BUT HONESTLY im kinda lying to myself bcs he’s the seonghwa, i’d probably faint on the spot if i just so happen to get a glimpse of his head or smth 😭😭😭

and YEAAH JONGHO i can’t imagine how he’d sound live if he’s already that amazing in recording!!! my ears would be blessed (AND YEAH I DID SCREAM TO MY PILLOW SBDJDJS)

omg yeah!!! i totally get u!! i share the same birthday with nct jaehyun and idk it’s just kinda funny to me😭 AND AWWWWW OMG THAT’S SO CUTE 🥺🥺!!!! i hope u’ll have the best birthday ever this year with ur family !!! 🥺🥺 <33

i also hope they’d get a break and rest up!!! 😭😭 i know they told us not to worry bcs they know their limits but we can’t help it,, especially after wooyoung wasn’t able to perform bcs his leg was hurting and u can tell that they look pretty tired :-(

#answered #they deserve a year long break tbh #legohwas

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in-fearandtrembling · 2 years ago

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Will i ever find You

"when you seek me and seek me with your whole heart..."

what do you do when temptation bubbles and rises to the surface

when it boils and heats up and its aroma fills the air

within me there is a war. i know there is (Ephesians 6:12)

i know that i am not fighting against flesh and blood

but it gets so hard and i wonder why the Lord has forsaken me

i wonder why nothing works out

even when it is its as if the enemy is just waiting behind me

waiting for me to turn around and to attack me the minute he sees my smile

i terribly desire to find God

i want to know Him again

i want to sit and know He is right there with me

but the attempt is agonising

i feel a pain within my bones knowing how difficult it is for me to find Him

the minute i get close, i fall into an old sin

what is wrong with me?

i don't think i can do this.

the bible says to "seek first the kingdom of God"

it says to "thirst and hunger for righteousness"

and it says to "ask, seek and knock".

the bible touches on so many active ways of finding God

and maybe that is what i am missing

seeking God is not something you can do in passing

it is an action. not just a thought or a feeling

but it is an action which requires effort

like making my bed in the morning

or doing my uni assignments

i think i have this idea that everything in life is to come to me without me putting in any effort

i have this idea that i can blink and make all of my dreams come true

i do not really understand hard work and when something is hard i give up

i do not understand effort because when things get tiresome i just leave them

i want to know how to do everything overnight

i want to get good grades without putting in the hard work it takes

God will not support me where i am not taking any risks

God cannot lead me if i am not moving my feet

He cannot be the light upon my path when i am still at home

He cannot part the sea for me if i am still moping around in Egypt

You see - God doesn't just want to bless me. He wants me to become...

He wants me to grow and be strong and grow and become who He has created me to be

and yet for some reason i believe that becoming her requires no effort or time

I keep thinking i can sit in my bed and become something by accident

but that is not the truth

'seek' and 'ask' and 'knock' require effort of my end

to go in depth - the word used here is the Greek work Zeteo which is a verb meaning - “to deliberately strive and desire something as an act of the will.”

seeking God is a doing

It is the conscious decision to wake up and pray. it is the conscious decision to read the word. it is the conscious decision to fight against the enemy within me and choose God every single time temptation knocks.

it is to run after God even when i am out of breath. it is walk those extra miles even when my legs begin to shake beneath me.

Seeking God is carrying that heavy cross even when my back is sore and the flesh is peeking out

Seeking God is painful and it was never supposed to be easy

But there lies my problem

I want easy. i want everything my way. i want life without consequence. i want blessings without prayer. i want things because i think i deserve them.

But to love God should be my aim.

i should desire God more fervently and passionately than i desire any other blessing.

i should be desparate to even get a taste of His goodness.

I should thirst for Him and hunger for Him and his righteousness and yet...

It pains me to say i have been lazy. i have been a sluggard.

But how do i break out of this.

how do i move that cross. how do i bear it. how do i continue to run when everything within me is tired. how do i take one more step when i have no breath left. how do i knock when my arm is so tired i cannot dare move it. how do i ask when my heart aches to the point where my mouth cannot even formulate a sentence.

The answer is Jesus and the Holy Spirit.

I was never meant to do this alone.

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niskoo · 3 years ago

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— ROOMATE! ENHA realizing they have a crush on you.

pairing: roommate! enhypen x reader

genre: fluff, slight crack

warnings: swearing

word count: 400-500 words per member

a/n: i'm back!!!!!!! have some fluffy roommate enha because i want to write a roommate!AU but cant find the motivation to so i only make small drabbles <33

networks: @enhypennetwork

*･༓☾ LEE HEESEUNG

— when you remember a small thing about him

At first, there was only one reason you two were okay with sharing a place together, and that was because splitting the price would be so much more efficient, but now it's got so much more reasons.

For example; cooking. You both are decent chefs (at least you think so?) and like to experiment and try recipes here and here together. Baking cakes, to making your own homemade french fries, you've done a lot. Another reason is how much you get along, like friends for years now, even though it's only been a few months.

It's strange though, the connection you both have feels have been feeling a bit off to Heeseung. It's like the feelings he had for a classmate back in 9th grade. That was the last time he's felt it.

But it seems to be a bit stronger now, now that you knock softly on his door and peek your head in with a smile.

Your roommate instantly tears his headphones off his head, turning his chair to look at you. You step into his room and approach him, taking out your phone to open the notes app.

"Hey, Hee," You mumble. It's weird how the way you softly say his nickname has Heeseung's heart stopping for a second and his stomach flipping.

"Hi there, what did you need?"

You don't reply there for a split moment, before you stick your hand out and pass him your phone, which had a grocery list open. "You need anything from the store? I'm gonna go get some groceries."

Heeseung smiles at how considerate you are, nodding, before he looks down at your phone and thinks hard for what he wants.

He seems to find his mind completely blank, still preoccupied by the game he was playing previously. Animal crossing, one of his favorites. No time to think about that right now though.

"Oh, right," you perk up, before you take your phone from his clutches. "you mentioned like 2 days ago about running out of ramen."

And suddenly, it's like a stampeding zoo has replaced the beating of Heeseung's heart, racing faster than he's ever felt and rushing blood to his ears and cheeks. Maybe it was the way you remembered his simple craving, or the way you mumble how he's also running out of toothpaste and shampoo right after, or perhaps the dim lighting of his room makes you loom immaculate as you note down the groceries.

He doesn't know, but he knows he's done for.

"Alright, I think that's all. I'll be back in 30 minutes! Call me if you need anything else, okay?"

And as you exit his room, Heeseung thinks he's gonna have to call you later because he needs his heart back.

*･༓☾ PARK JONGSEONG

— when you care for him

You know Jay Park from your mother, who managed to snatch a good place for you to stay for Uni because of his own mother, who happened to be your mother's best friend in Uni too.

It's a bit strange though, because his mom and your mom are like twins, but you and Jay are somewhat opposites.

Which actually makes it perfect for you to live with each other. He's in charge of cooking (because god bless your kitchen if you were to make dinner tonight), and you're in charge of... other things.

See, Jay does the housework because he doesn't trust you after the last time you tried to clean the living room up, and he's okay with it. Because even though it's not your thing, you try. That's like better than any roommate he's had before.

Not only that, but you're better with feelings. When he has a crush on someone he goes to you, and seeks for help and advice to make a move or just drop the crush.

You're a great listener, and Jay really appreciates that. And a great test subject for him to throw on some clothes on you to see if the product he bought was worth it.

And now, as you gaze worriedly at Jay, who was currently stressing out because of an assignment, you decide to be helpful for once. Not feeling wise. Like, actually help. A snack maybe?

No, you can't make any snack. And you've run out of chips because of the movie night you had last week.

Jay sits on the dining table, head in his hands, struggling to find the right words to type away for his essay.

You know what he would kill for right now? A nice, hot cup of coffee—

"Here you go," your voice startles your roommate as you place a cup next to his hand. Jay's eyes, for the first time that evening, leave the screen, and shift over to the 'best mom' cup you got him for his birthday.

In it, is the black drink he was previously dreading for. And suddenly, when Jay looks up at you, you're an absolute angel, waiting for another chance to help him.

"I wanted to make you something, but you know my cooking skills are shit,"

Just the thought of you wanting to make him a little snack has Jay's heart flipping and soaring in his chest, the previous stress that built up in his body released and transformed into a warm sensation.

"O-oh, thank you!" Jay mumbles as he picks up the cup of coffee to his lips, sipping it lightly. "Really Y/n, thank you," He knows very well it was made from the coffee machine, but it almost tastes different because you made it for him. Silly.

For the next few minutes, you two simply char and have a nice moment of relaxation, talking about many different things before you two get back to your own tasks.

"Oh!" You suddenly exclaim, "do you remember what today is?"

At Jay's lost expression, you chuckle, and answer for him. "This marks 6 months of us being roommates!"

And this marks day one of Jay having a huge crush on you.

*･༓☾ SIM JAEYUN

— when you save his ass

Being childhood friends with Jake Sim has it's bright sides, and bad sides.

For example, when you're struggling math or physics he was instantly coming over to your house and teaching you all he could. You know you wouldn't have passed school without him. Another good thing about him is his many friends, including Jay Park, who has immaculate fashion and might you add, very rich.

However, you're in no place to approach him. But Jake is friends with Park Sunghoon too, which means many trips to the ice rink for many reasons. Maybe a small lunch drop off? A performance or competition you have to cheer him on? Maybe even a lesson? Park Sunghoon always fed your inner dream of becoming a figure skater.

You wonder if he's met Yuzuru Hanyu before.

And you're roommates. But that was always planned and expected since the last year of middle school so it isn't that much of a shock.

Oh, and the bad sides. Who knew Jake Sim was always going to be late for class? Elementary school, middle, high, all the way to University, he's constantly late to everything. Having to stall every professor is not something you were planning when you get to Uni, and yet here you are, distracting Mrs. Lee from starting math class.

You sigh in relief when you spot your best friend rushing through the doors, giving Mrs. Lee one last smile, "Oh, okay, thank you Mrs. Lee!"

She nods in response, before turning back to her desk, "Maybe next time you bring Mr. Sim with you? Aren't you two living together?"

At this, your face twists in sourness and you nod apologetically at your professor. "I'll try my best next time,"

And when you approach the panting Jake in the top 3rd row, you instantly throw a shove to his side.

Jake winces, before turning to you with a frown. "Ow, what was that for!"

"For being late, you idiot!"

Your roommate plops down in his seat, eyeing you as you join next to him calmly. "What did I miss?"

"Nothing."

What? But he's literally 15 minutes late. Class was sure to start by now, right?

Unless, oh my god.

"You stalled professor Lee?!"

"What else was I supposed to do you dumbass?! Let you miss so much material??"

Jake gapes at you, as Mrs. Lee finally start the lesson 15 minutes late. You haven't stalled a teacher for him since high school.

As you pat his cheek and mumble for him to focus, a swelling sensation warms in his chest, and he's finally realized that you're it for him.

*･༓☾ PARK SUNGHOON

— when he catches you stealing something from him

At first, you weren't so thrilled about being roommates with Park Sunghoon. Sure, you found him cool and all with his straight A's and figure skating skills but... he didn't talk much with you.

He was more of the personal, lone roommates. Those ones where when they come out of their room it's like a rare spotting of a wild animal.

But lately, because of one incident where he 'accidentally' made too much spaghetti and gave some to you, you've grown a lot closer. Like a lot.

Perhaps Sunghoon feels a little something for you, but he'll blame it on the chilly season when he feels different because of Christmas coming soon.

No, it's not the same way as when he goes figure skating, or Christmas shopping, or present opening. It's more of a... warm, happy feeling. Just so, so incredibly warm for some reason.

And you feel very cold currently, with winter coming soon. You weren't planning on staying so long, you figured you would go back home for autumn and winter, but your parents told you to stay and live with Sunghoon since it's closer to campus.

But now, you barely have any warm clothes to wear because they're all at home.

You sigh in disappointment, staring at the fresh pile of clothes that came right out the dryer. None of your clothes are warm, meant only for spring and summer. Sure, there was a sweater here and there, but you doubt that's enough to keep you warm throughout the week.

Your eyes trail from your pile of clothes, to Sunghoon's, which was right next to yours. You're on laundry duty this week, so you've seen most of his clothes. He has warm jackets and hoodies, almost too warm for you to simply stare at.

The next thing you know, your hand is grabbing at one of his gray sweaters, feeling the warmness on your fingers.

While Sunghoon is on the couch, finishing up an assignment he was working on, he catches sight of you quietly slipping out your room and walking to the front door with no words.

That's strange, you would always bid him goodbye.

"Where are you going?"

You completely freeze at Sunghoon's statement, looking back at him with a small, almost nervous, smile. "Oh, I'm just gonna hang out with Yuna, that's all."

"Oh, okay, have fun."

"Y-yeah, bye!"

Before you could leave, Sunghoon realizes something, something you wished he never realized.

"Hold on, is that my beanie?"

Defeated, you turn around with a sheepish smile, eyes darting to every corner of the room before they meet with your roommate's.

"Yeah,"

"A-and my hoodie?!"

"Also that, yeah."

Strangely, Sunghoon doesn't at all feel offended, or disturbed in any way. He's got that warm feeling swirling in him and heating his cheeks.

"I can take it off—"

"—No!"

Sunghoon coughs at the sudden raise of his voice, scratching at his wrist, "I-I mean no, it's okay."

It's really not, not when he feels like it's so right for you to steal his things and use it so casually, not when it does crazy things to his heart, not when he realizes he's in love with you.

*･༓☾ KIM SUNOO

— when you take notes for him

Kim Sunoo always had a history with getting sick. Spring and winter would usually be the worst, with the flowers and the cold. Because of this, you would often take care of him since the day you found out, which was freshman year of high school, when he took 2 days off due to a flu.

He's a lucky bitch, because the person who's been taking care of him since freshman year is now his roommate, and not just a friend who lives miles away. You're able to make him soup, his favorite soup, and instruct him to take his medicines.

Sunoo is very capable in objecting to take medicine, you know from when Yang Jungwon tried and tried to get him to take it, only to give up around 8 minutes later. Riki called him weak, but he lasted 2 himself.

The only way was to give him some pastry from the bakery because it's his guilty pleasure and would do anything to get a bite. Medicine? Done. As long as he gets his baguette.

Unfortunately, you found out just his morning that Sunoo was sick, and late to class to go rest in the nurse's office. No doubt Jungwon and Riki are there to him, sure to take any chance to skip classes.

So, to make him feel better, you decided to write him notes, along with a baguette, of course.

You take noted only for the classes you have with him, which is only about 3. Not that much, but writing in two notebooks at the same time is a true pain. God, you wish you were double handed. (if you are, you have all my respect you absolute legend)

By the time you get to the nurse's room, Sunoo looks a bit better, apple juice in his hand as he looks out the window boringly.

"Sunoo," You call out, "you okay?"

The boy whips around with a smile, nodding, "I'm feeling a bit better. These two kunckleheads helped with nothing, though."

He points to the corner, where Riki and Jungwon poke each other and whack the pillows to each other. They look extremely happy to seem like they're here for Sunoo.

Sighing, you simply plop down next to Sunoo, before taking your notebook out and pass it to Sunoo. "I took notes for you."

His eyes seem to sparkle in wonder as he opens the notebook, first few pages filled with neat and highlighted notes, with pointers and tips by the corner.

For once, Sunoo has notes that aren't from Riki, with nice, neat outlines and clear writing. It's a bit wobbly, but nothing compared to RIki's messy handwriting.

And as you pass him a baguette, he thinks he's met an angel, and he's fallen in love with you.

*･༓☾ YANG JUNGWON

— when you wake him up because of a fire drill

Living together with Jungwon was always a joy, you both get along very well and you both take responsibility on the place. It couldn't be more perfect.

Only, it wasn't perfect.

Every month, there is an annual fire drill. It's sounded fine at first before you realized these drills always initiated in the middle of the night. At the most unlikely times of the month.

There was one time where you had one on the last day o f the month, and then the second day of the next one. It was pure chaos.

Also, who the fuck would start a fire in the middle of the night?! (Apparently Lee Heeseung and Jake Sim because of their obsessions' with noodles. They don't even live together.)

Because of this, just this small thing about your place, you've become so paranoid at night. Except those nights where Niki comes over for a sleepover. The kid is so active in the day, and is the absolute best nap buddy.

Not that good actually, because of the one time he came over during a fire drill and was the last one out about 10 minutes late because he was still 80% asleep.

Apart from that, you are paranoid most of the time at night, which causes you to be ready, like right now, as the alarms go off in the ungodly hour of 4 am. You're surprised none of your neighbors have complained.

And here you are now, dragging Yang Jungwon out the door and dragging a blanket with you to head for the stairs. He's already so accustomed to this, and remains peaceful. He instead leans onto you and continues resting.

Once you've finally reached the lobby, you let Jungwon go, and turn around to pat his cheeks. "Hey, hey Jungwon. It's my turn to sleep."

You decided to take turns on who sleeps and who stays up until it's time to go back to your respective places. This month it's your turn to sleep, thank god.

Your roommate only grunts as a reply, before he tears his eyes open to wake up. He passes you the blanket, slapping his cheeks to wake up fully. You take the blanket thankfully as he mumbles something about suing the owner of the building, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Jungwon does nothing but continiously blink at the night sky, trying to wake himself up by counting the stars.

Zero. You live in the city, of course there wouldn't be any stars.

In the depths of sleepiness, a sudden warm sensation spreads through Jungwon's body, and he turns his head to see you, your arms wrapped around his waist and your face shoved in his shoulder.

A fluttering feeling erupts from Jungwon's stomach, and travels all over his body and ends up staying in his cheeks, pink as ever.

Your arms tighten around him, and now you've brought the blankets around the both of you, which doesn't help his extremely heated cheeks at all.

"W-what are you—"

"—you're always warm on these fire drill nights, did you know that?"

And you're really cute tonight, in the lobby of the building, in the middle of a fire drill, and clinging onto Jungwon.

This might be the only fire drill he enjoys.

*･༓☾ NISHIMURA RIKI

— when you make him breakfast

RIki takes all his precious time sleeping, you know this very well. If he has time in the afternoon, he's spending it snoozing on the couch until he has to get up to study or do an assignment, he is also a pain to wake up in the morning.

There was a time you had a sleepover in the living room and ended up skipping classes just because you woke up literally 2 hours late. His embrace is meant for sleep, you think. And the way he's the best at convincing you to just go back to sleep? He could fool a whole court into believing the victim was innocent, and in need of sleep.

However, even if you did enjoy how warm his hold was, you've been trying to find the best methods to wake Riki up. And lately, he's been extra lazy so you need to find one quick.

Today, you try the method of breakfast. Other than sleep, Riki would kill for food when he's hungry. Most the time he wakes up because he's hungry.

You've prepared nothing but lucky charm cereal, one of his favorites. He finished the pop tarts last week so that didn't work. It would've woken him up instantly.

You knock on your roommate's door shortly, before opening the door to the expected sight of him tangled in his sheets and looking so incredibly comfortable.

The only visible part of him is the top of his head, bed head, might you add, and his legs that stick out of the blankets. He looks peaceful, and so very adorable it almost causes you to exit and not disturb him.

But the cold sensation of the condensation glossing over the bowl in your hands cause you to set it by his bedside table, and wipe your cold hands on your shirt. You then reach out to rip the covers off of Riki, exposing his face to the cold air of the morning (and his broken AC).

His eyes instantly squint at the light seeping through his window, groaning and tossing around to avoid it.

"Niki, wake up,"

Riki simply mumbles incoherently, swatting at your arms that shake his shoulders, "No. Isn't it a weekend or something? If you're sleepy too you're welcome to nap with me,"

"No!" You pull your arms back before he's able to drag you next to him, placing them on your hips instead, "Not again, not this time!"

Before your roommate falls fully back asleep, you grab the bowl of cereal on his nightstand, before sitting next to him.

"I brought you breakfast,"

Suddenly, Riki springs up, and his eyes are wide as ever, staring at the bowl of cereal in your hands.

Nobody has done such a thing for him. Sure, there was his birthday, but his mom would tell him to shower and all that before eating cake. This, this was just straight up breakfast in bed.

His hands take the bowl from yours, instantly scooping a spoonful of cereal, and it goes straight into his mouth.

Strangely, he doesn't feel frustrated like usual, or groggy, or any of that. He feels good, happy.

Lucky Charms is his favorite cereal now, and you are his favorite person.

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iambilliejeanok · 3 years ago

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Hellooo hottie ur konoha 12 headcanons go so hard omfg my poor heart cannot handle UGH may I request some HCs for the best pairs to find yourself in a threesome with?? 🤭🤭 no pressure ofc I’m just craving some dirtynasty bc uni’s started again for me and I need to feel something 😩 thank you so much for blessing us with the spice xox 💖

Hey baby♥️ thank you

Warnings: 18+, nsfw, threesomes

Shikamaru and Shino

Now I know you’re probably thinking , “how!?”, but let me tell you something for nothing. Both Shino and Shikamaru are well calculated and fast learners. Together they will bring you to tears!

Shikamaru loves to sit and watch Shino fuck you from the back, his rule is that you always look at him while Shino thrusts into you, and you try so hard to keep eye contact, you can’t help but roll your eyes, now focusing your attention on slowing Shino down, bringing your hand to push his tummy away which results in a really hot smack on your ass and a scolding from both Shino and Shika at the same time.

Shika finds it quite amusing to see you shiver and gush while Shino keeps you in place, fucking you with no mercy.

“You’re not listening baby; that is because your eyes are not on Shikamaru. Listen when daddy talks”, he speaks loud, the piercing and lustful look in Shikamaru’s narrow and angry brown orbs enough to send you into overdrive, your entire body shaking as you scream out for both of them Shino forcing you to gush all over him once again.

Both of them of dominant so you’re dealing with two horny doms who both desire to break you.

They love to tie your wrists together so they’re above your head, blindfold you and gag you when they feel like taking turns on you. Both of them will take turns pounding your poor cunt until they nut deep inside of you, breeding you to no end.

They love bringing you to a point where you literally cannot function and can only cum as they take turns seeing how long they can keep their dicks inside of you before you squirt them out, your pussy unable to keep up as orgasms constantly wreck you.

These two do a great job topping you to tears. They’re both however, very soft and will sometimes give you a break and both cuddle you in a sandwich until you can breathe well enough to handle another round.

They love to praise you every time you come, and all they want is to get you there, they really just love playing around with your body.

They love to eat your pussy at the same time, greedily fighting over licking and sucking on your little clit, quickly driving you to orgasm everytime.

Please let them kneel between your legs, Shino in the front and Shika at the back. They love how much of a mess you become when they both get to eat you out.

They just wanna please you and they work well together.

Naruto and Sasuke

Now you see these two😩😩😩😩😩

They literally work so well together and cancel out each other’s extremities. Naruto is bulky and solid, Sasuke lean and built. Sasuke has quite the length, and his dick curves to the left a bit, able to make you cum in no time by constantly hitting your cervix, making you gush hard. Especially in this sideways positions!!Naruto is a little thicker than Sasuke, and he has a big curve upwards. His dick really massages all your walls, stretching you out deliciously before his fat tip kisses your cervix hard, he makes you cry when he fucks you.

Sasuke is very aggressive and mean. He does more of the degrading and loves marking you. He’s also very mean about your orgasms and loves to force them out of you, making you cry when he overstimulates you and makes you cum over and over again. He will fuck you hard on purpose just to entertain Naruto, both men musing at the sight of your needy, teary face. He loves watching you suck on Naruto’s cock when he’s fucking you. Sometimes he will thrust a little too hard to make you scream with Naruto down your throat and he loves the chain reaction it causes when he see Naruto’s eyes roll to the back of his head at the feel of you moaning with him down your throat making him grunt and pant desperately. He also loves denying you, not patient at all with you when you whine at him, calling him daddy and begging will only make him prolong denying you.

Naruto is the complete opposite of Sasuke, although they do share some things in common. Like punishing you. They both absolutely love punishing you over minuscule shit, just so they have a reason to fuck you up. Naruto however, is much more sweeter than Sasuke, he’s the one who actually talks you through it when they’re both enjoying your pussy and ass at the same time. He will whisper sweet things into your ear and praise you on end. He loves to encourage you to cum, instead of making you feel like you don’t have a choice but to take it. He’s still really brutal about making you cum. He won’t stop until he’s satisfied, no amount of crying and begging or apologizing will get you out of anything. But he is sympathetic and will hold you and kiss you, and try to help you through the orgasms. He also lets you hold onto him and scratch his back to cope with the pleasure. Sasuke hates that. But Sasuke is cool with you pulling his hair when he eats you out so good. Naruto doesn’t like it and takes to holding your hands in his or tying them up. But he’s more loving and sweet. You need that when you’re uncontrollably nutting on them.

They both prioritize your pleasure though. And work with each other to give you the most mind blowing orgasms.

They love fucking you together, taking turns over who’s in front and behind. The feeling of all three of you in sync. Their dicks rubbing together so good, separated by the thin sheath of skin spreading your rectum and vagina.

They make you cum endlessly like this, and are not mindful of it at all. You just have to deal with orgasming multiple times. They can’t help that they’re too much for you to handle.

#naruto imagines #naruto smut #naruto headcanons #naruto x reader #naruto x reader x sasuke #party of three #sasuke headcanons #sasuke smut #sasuke imagines #sasuke x reader #shino x reader #shino x reader x shikamaru #shino imagines #shino smut #shikamaru imagine #shikamaru smut #shikamaru headcanons #shikamaru x reader

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bifairywife · 2 years ago

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IDK IF YOU'RE STILL OPEN FOR REQUESTS HUT HEAR ME OUT ON THIS:

HUNTLOW/WINTER BUT HUNTER IS MEETING WILLOW'S DADS FOR THE FIRST TIME :D

anon i basically imagined a whole fanfic idea from this ask alone and i can't wait for uni to be less hectic so i can plan that fic out ahhhhahsdfja

for context, this type of HCs is made with the thought that huntlow/winter is already official (the typical invite to the house for a family dinner) <33

gilbert and harvey have my whole heart, they love willow so much (they literally quit their jobs on the fly, just to homeschool her the moment she was expelled like that dedicATION-) and they want the best for their only daughter

of course that internally pressures hunter to no end cause like,,, how would you know if you are enough for someone's only daughter? belos definitely didn't leave much room for hunter to have a love life when he was the golden guard, so meeting the dads?? what do you do??

sure hunter has been exposed to other parents. there's amity's parents, luz's mom, and there's eda. but they're not his girlfriend's parents-

hunter totally took way too much time fixing his hair before the meeting ("is this too neat? ugh this feels like i'm trying too hard. [does a different style] well this just shows like i'm not trying hard enough [groans in frustration]")

of course uncle darius comes to the rescue <33 ("you want a clean but classy look, but not too classy you're not going to a ball you just want to be presentable to the men whose blessing can make or break your relationship." [cue distressed hunter tm whimper])

between gilbert and harvey, girlbert is definitely the friendlier one

"i heard you have teleportation magic of sorts, that's very impressive" [cue in hunter stammering cause we all know this boi ain't used to receiving compliments]

harvey being the more "stern" one is keeping up a good streak of not being easily impressed but he's attentive to the things hunter say and do

"so you were the golden guard" and a "you really left your position just like that, huh?" along with a "so you met my daughter under false pretenses? to recruit her?"

the first one wasn't so bad, and the second kind of put him on the spot cause that's a lot of baggage, but that third question scared hunter to his core but before he could explain himself, harvey just boomed

"and she's the first person you wanted to include in the best coven!" harvey is absolutely beaming with pride. questionable tactics aside, it technically was the most elite coven around at the time. and technically willow wasn't the first person he wanted to recruit but she was the first serious candidate hunter wanted and that's what counts more. plus, willow was in the abomination coven because harvey told her there were "better opportunities in that track" so it fits. harvey wants willow to have the best offers and hunter met her because that's exactly what he's willing to give

thank titan that harvey's loosening up too, because it comes to the best part

"we actually met b-because of flyer derby, sir-"

"GILBERT, OH MY TITAN, THEY'RE LIKE US! GET THE ALBUMS!"

that's really all it took and harvey is absolutely gushing as he and gilbert reminiscence about the early years of their relationship plus their flyer derby team

"we were the ghouls and gilbert was the absolute best with our defensive tactics! the other team always have a hard time trying to get our flags." harvey praised his husband, "he was the one that chose our team name too."

"you know, dads, hunter was the one that thought of our team name. remember what i mentioned? the emerald entrails!"

a catchy name? a catchy name that's the main color associated with their daughter? yESSSSS-

it went better than hunter could've ever expected. yes he was a walking ball of anxious nerves but his entire journey with willow really spoke for itself about their relationship

plus harvey and gilbert aren't blind, they see how much their daughter loves hunter too. with how mutual that love and admiration is, how can they possibly not approve?

by the end of the meeting, gilbert and harvey gave hunter two things: (1) a blank album for him and willow to fill up themselves and (2) the recipe to willow's favorite comfort food ("if you ever upset her, which i sure hope you won't, this will easily get her back up to a good mood with you")

#huntlow #hunter x willow #toh hunter #toh willow #hunter the golden guard #willow park #gilbert park #harvey park #the owl house #disney #ship headcanons #THIS GOT WAYYY TOO LONG I AM TOTALLY GONNA MAKE A FIC OF THIS (hopefully before s3 drops wish me luckkk)#thank you anon!!#summer askbox #summer.txt

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harrypotterbrainworms · 3 years ago

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Snitches give you stitches.

Summary: You’re a Qudditch player who had eyes for a certain magical zoologist and he has an eye for the best (you.) (hurt/comfort if you squint)

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Male Reader

Key: (Y/N)- your name

Word Count: 1574

A/N: it’s been a while haha. sorry about that, i’ve been preparing to move out and go to uni. so it’s been a bit hard to concentrate on writing. enjoy though!

Newt cheered from the crowd as you flew across his vision, he wasn’t for sports or being outside or cheering really, but seeing you flash a smile and a wink at him made his heart stop. He’d been watching you practice since he could remember, patching you up on more than one occasion, this time was apparently no exception as you stared longingly at him, you lost control of your broom just able to pull up to crash head first and now tangled in a big banner. “(Y/N)! Are you okay?” Newt honest to Merlin ran out onto the field, ducking players as they landed to check on you. You groaned trying to untangle yourself from the banner, not quite succeeding as Newt pulled the last bit off your head. His face inches from yours, checking you for injuries, but all you could think about was the heat in your cheeks as he touched you gently. “I’m fine.” You blurted out, standing up quickly and walking fast to get away from him. You could feel his frown in the back of your head as you limped to the benches, keeping your head plastered to the ground.

Newt sighed, but smiled. You looked fine, but your face fell as Newt watched you get lectured about safety. Your sheepish smile as you charmed the trouble right off of you. He thought it was an amazing skill. The way you handled people, you had said it was more of a curse than a blessing which he couldn’t understand. Newt waved at you from the stands, however you just kept your eyes glued on the real players wishing you were soaring with them, but you could guess why you couldn’t as you saw some people rehanging the banner and throwing away the broom you had somehow broken. Just like that practice was over.

The crowd went wild and so did you and Newt as you sat together, cheering your team on. The first game of the season, your blood was pumping as hard as the other people around you who were definitely more intense than you. Sporting the colours of your team, screaming their chants. You wondered if it might not be better to take Newt down to one of the team boxes, it was much too loud out here for him to be comfortable. “Newt?” You tried to grab his attention, but it was far too loud. So instead you grabbed his shoulder making him turn to you at full speed, the blush quickly settling on his cheeks when he realised it was you. “What?” He shouted loudly at you. “Follow me!” “What?!” He rolled his eyes at the crowd, earning a few dirty looks. “FOLLOW ME!” At Newt the crowd suddenly decided to be quiet at that moment. “Okay” Newt smiled, his whole body freezing when you took his hand to lead him to a quiet box. The atmosphere changed as they entered, your ears ringing slightly.

“This is nice” Newt smiled, sitting clearly more comfortably on one of the seats, his shoulders just slightly pulled back in relief. “Another exciting goal hit by the home team. The chaser once again showed just how little of a chance the competition of winning. Come on lads! Come on!” They watched the game in mostly silence, your hand trying so hard to inch closer and closer to Newt’s, but as you almost reached out a pinkie, the crowd quieted in anticipation before the announcer shouted into the microphone. “The snitch has been spotted!” You could see him jump up and down in his chair from here even. Newt squinted his eyes, trying to find it, but failing, you put a hand on his shoulder (successfully) pointing out the little gold speck on the field. You both felt the heat around the areas you touched. Newt cleared his throat out as you yawned, pulling away with a small frown.

“A few moments, folks, that’s all it takes for a win. The teams are down to the hair, none have enough points to qualify, who will be left behind?” The announcer blared through the box as they now sat 2 seats away from each other. “Oh no, folks, our star chaser has lost control, the strong gust of wind has added a disadvantage to our seekers as well.” You watched in horror as the chaser caught a particularly strong wind causing him to spin out of control and crash against the grass, clutching his leg, but the crowd went insane, you both looked up to see your team had caught the snitch.

“You need me to w-what?” You stuttered as you watched your teammate getting patched out, benched for a few days to heal.

“Play. You saw what just happened. We need you out there, rookie.” Your coach’s brows glued together, his face red and sweaty like he had played with them. You gulped.

“Did you hear that?!” He did a little jump excitedly, you just groaned, looking down at your feet. He frowned, unsure of why you wouldn’t be happy. “Hey… You’re... a g-great player” He tried to compliment you more specifically, but he didn’t know how. Newt put a hand awkwardly on your shoulder, patting it. You shrugged it off. “What’s wrong? You haven’t been well all week.” He frowned, looking at your face up and down for any signs of way. A sad glint in his eyes as you sighed. “I’m not good enough.” You muttered. “What?” He asked, you guessed he didn’t hear you. “I’m not good enough!” You shouted back, making Newt step back away. “What? How? You’re the best!” He exclaimed confidently, you laughed a little too grimly. “I’m not. Not by a lot.” “No. You are. I know that, I wish you did.” He frowned harder than you thought. “Don’t act like you don’t pity my washout. Don’t act like you love me at all. Not like me.” You shouted back, he gasped, taking another step away. You shut your hand over your mouth.

Newt darted his wide eyes around your face, betrayal and hurt painted it across it as he turned his back on you. You had the largest pit in your stomach as a quidditch uniform was thrown into your arms along with a team broom. Your heart was beating in your ears as you exited into the field. You saw Newt leave in the corner of your eye, to sit in the stands. How were you supposed to do this? All of your insecurities were obvious as you mindlessly played with the hem of your shirt, fidgeting in every way possible. Strapping and unstrapping your gloves, switching broom hands, all the works. Newt was looking more and more concerned as he watched you step on your broom.

Your teammates made quick work of their warmups, looking as concerned as Newt as you continued to dissociate. You had given up all hope of your quidditch dreams when you got bumped to the reserves, you never actually thought you’d play again. Not like this. You had managed to pull a few stretches and

You stared up as the seeker’s sped past almost through off your balance, luckily the beaters on each side of you bumped you into a straight course as you somehow managed to score another goal. The other team’s keeper looked pissed.

“Keep formation!” One of them shouted at you. Breathe in and out, you thought, inhaling deeply as you dove to catch. You heard the crowd cheering, catching a glimpse of Newt who was cheering just as furiously, which made you smile. You got the signal from your seeker and realised it was time to spread out for space. It was the checkmate now. You changed formation, baiting the other team to follow your movements allowing your seeker the space she needed to get the snitch she had spotted. You scored 2 more goals in formation, confidentially dodging the other team and before you had time to notice, your seeker whizzed past catching the snitch right under your nose. Winning the game. You let out a laugh as you slowed down, diving for the field.

You landed aggressively, surrounding your seeker, the team hugging each other. You had qualified, even with you on the team, you were going to the world’s. You heard someone call your name from behind, it was Newt running towards you at full speed. “You were amazing!” He shouted as he came to a stop almost tripping into you, a small blush across his cheeks from running. You laughed “You can say it” You smiled sheepishly as he let out a full belly laugh like you hadn’t heard before. “I told you so.” He grabbed you for a tight hug, pulling away, you stopped to look at him.

He was out of breath on account of running half the field to hug you, a wide smile painted on his face and the stadium light reflected off his pale skin, only exaggerating the heat on his face. He looked pretty. “You’re amazing.” You huffed out, pulling him in for a kiss, he stiffened at first, a little confused and angry. He had wanted to kiss you first, but he relaxed into it pushing against you, his hand reaching for your neck in fear of fainting against your flattery.

“Whatever.’ Newt said breathlessly, grabbing your hand shyly as you pulled him to the team to celebrate.

#newt scamander x reader #newt scamander x male reader #quidditch player reader #quidditch #newt scamander #fantastic beasts #newt scamander x y/n #male reader #fluff #a little insecurity for flavour #hurt comfort if you squint

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oro-e-diamanti · 3 years ago

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Quiet Music: Capriccio (Chapter 4)

In collaboration with @bethanysnow whose ask box is always open for questions, comments, and anything else about this story as well!

Catching the small flames of romance, starting to get turned on higher. They have a tour to do, right? Not spend all their time making goo-goo eyes at each other.....unless?

Content | Fluff

Pairing | fem!Reader x Damiano

Word Count | 8274

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***

"Thomas," Y/n stared down as he entered the bus. "When I gave you my personal number it was meant for emergencies, not you texting me because you forgot what "sempiternal" means in the middle of the night. What were you reading anyway?!"

"Nothing." Thomas looked up at her from where he was sitting, wide eyes, feigning innocence.

Y/n shook her head, not believing the guitarist and his horrible poker face, but not being bothered enough to question him any further either. “Well, next time you have a question like that in the middle of the night, ask google instead.” She gave him a warm smile and a little pat on the head as she passed him by, moving down the hallway of the tour bus.

It had become a routine for her to stop at the stove first, starting the coffee for everyone, then having a look around as she was waiting for it to boil. Damiano was slumped over on a couch, his head in his hand and still half asleep. She wondered how little rest he had gotten last night, after meeting him out on the balcony at 2 am.

Had he stayed awake for hours, like she had? Had he been thinking about her, the way she had been thinking about him? He had flirted quite heavily last night and she wasn’t sure whether to attribute it to his sleepiness, or if he had meant it at all. She wasn’t quite sure what she was hoping for either. He was insanely attractive, and the attention he gave her made her heart beat in ways no other man had managed to do before. But this wasn’t the time or situation to turn into a bundle of nerves because of a boy.

Even if her brain had decided to play fantasies of him storming into her hotel room last night. Demanding to kiss her. Holding her face in his hands. Looking at her with those dark, hazel eyes, like she was the only person in the world. Probably smelling of sleep and cigarettes and all that made him inherently Damiano. She knew the smell well, it had been haunting her all throughout this whole fucking tour. But the fantasies kept coming, imagining him in love with her, even if she never truly believed in it. It was a nice idea, nothing more.

The sharp hiss of the coffee pot pulled her out of his thoughts and woke up Damiano from his half-slumber. Tired eyes trying to make out the source of the noise, smiling slightly when realising that caffeine was coming his way. Y/n quickly moved to get his cup ready, preparing it the way she had already learned he preferred. He readily held out his hand for the beverage, fingers briefly touching. She almost dropped it as sparks ran through her. She wasn’t sure if he had felt the same or simply hid it better. But as soon as the cup was safely in his hands, she turned back around. Back to the stove to take a deep breath and continue her morning routine.

I need to get over myself. This is a job. Getting fluttery over your boss is not gonna help get the job done. Ignore him. He didn’t feel anything. You need to work. Not imagine something that is never gonna happen. It's not gonna happen, Y/n.

She made quick work depositing the other mugs to Victoria and Thomas, before finding Ethan in the very back of the bus. Drum sticks in hands and absentmindedly tapping a beat on the table in front of him.

“Coffee?”

“Yeah, thank you,” he answered, absentmindedly. “Hey, Y/n, does this sound good to you?”

Ethan started to play out a beat, effectively ignoring the cup that had been placed on the table, as she sat down beside him to listen.

“I’m no musician, but it certainly sounds good to my ears!”

Ethan gave her a proud smile, putting his drumsticks to the side for a second to take a sip from his drink. Y/n, grabbed them immediately, beating randomly on the table.

“You know what? I may have to take you up on your offer of teaching me to play. Love how you guys always have stuff around, you’re just constantly thinking about music. I wish I knew how to play," she sighed.

“I can show you a bit of drumming right now, if you’d like?” He offered. “Just a bit of a rhythm on the table right here.”

He moved closer to her, taking her hands in his as she kept holding onto the sticks and tried to get her to play a little, easy beat, but the angle was awkward and her wrist was bent too much to properly tap along.

“Okay, this isn’t working,” he laughed. “Would you mind, um, moving between my legs?”

Y/n could feel another blush coming on. It may be just Ethan, but it IS Ethan and Ethan sure is pretty. She studied his face, unassuming, nothing but a welcoming smile. But she felt odd. She had only been working for this band for a few days, yet she’d already grown closer to them than any other client she had worked with before. Normally she’d do her job, get a quick thank you on the way out, and then just retire somewhere. Do uni work, wait for further instructions. This whole thing was new and as much as she was enjoying it, she wasn’t sure if she was crossing lines she shouldn’t as a personal assistant. Then again, what was the harm in a little lesson? It wasn’t like there was anything else to it. This wasn’t him trying to flirt with her, this was him trying to be a friend. She could do with a friend.

With a quick nod, she moved and sat down on the floor in front of Ethan. Nestling between his legs as he held her hand. Helping her get into position before backing up a little to give her more space. Grabbing her hands again with the sticks to demonstrate how she was supposed to hold and then hit the table. He leaned over her to watch what she was doing. She understood quickly, getting the hang of it and before she knew it Ethan had let go of her hands as she was successfully keeping the rhythm going.

“See? Natural talent,” he laughed behind her.

Neither of them had noticed Damiano walk down the corridor towards them until he stopped in the doorway.

“Ah, Dami! Look what Ethan taught me!” Y/n starts repeating the little rhythm with the biggest smile on her face, proud of herself and what she’d learned in such a short time. Ethan leant back, watching her with a smile.

“Good job, Y/n. Keep going and you might replace Edgar soon,” Damiano said, ducking into the bathroom with a laugh.

Y/n watched him disappear. Her heart fluttered as he left her sight. If he could just not be my boss, that’d be fucking great…

She stood back up to sit next to Ethan on the couch, shaking the thought off. “I see why you like drumming, it’s fun.”

“Thank you, I think so too. You enjoy being our assistant, by the way?” Ethan asked, looking at her inquisitively while finally continuing to drink his coffee.

“Actually, yes. Best job I have ever taken. I know your manager is an absolutely wonderful woman. Didn’t know she planned this position for me originally though, kinda scared me to be honest.”

“Are we scary?”

“No, no. You’re all lovely. You are the biggest group I’ve worked for so far, so there’s that. But…” Y/n moved to sit on her leg now, leaning closer to Ethan, starting to feel more comfortable around him. “You four are indescribably amazing people. My mum would probably call you ‘people after God’s heart’,” she imitated her mother’s Northern accent, making Ethan laugh.

“Shocking, I know, that we’re normal!”

Y/n smacked his chest.

“No! You are far better than anyone- no one on this bus is ‘normal’.”

“Even the driver?”

“Especially the driver.”

***

Damiano hadn’t meant to listen in, but standing behind the slightly closed door of the restroom, he couldn’t help himself, even if it was killing him. Ethan and Y/n would probably be really good for each other… The thought flashed through him. No. It wouldn’t happen. Not under his watch.

Last night had been a blessing and a curse. After finishing his smoke, he had stood out on the balcony for a little longer, imagining the conversations they would have been having if she had stayed out with him. Under the moonlight. Måneskin. Her hair down, she would probably go get another glass of wine. Coming back out to see him.

“What about you, amore mio? Working on more Shakespeare?”

“Yes. Always. I work hard for things I want, you know me. All work no play makes Y/n a happy girl,” she would snicker into her wine glass.

“What if I wanted you. What would I have to do? Never been shy about ... hard… work, either…”

“Why don’t you come and find out, the door is unlocked…”

With a heavy sigh, he moved to the sink to splash some water on his face, raking it through his hair. It was only early in the morning, he didn’t need to unscrew his head just yet. She was just a girl. Just some girl that worked for them. There were so many people on the team, she was simply one of them. But she was also a woman, with wants and needs and desires, and oh, how he would love to attend to every single one of them… Maybe I could be a need for her, for the beautiful woman just one room over. He screamed internally. He was done for.

***

By the time Y/n left Ethan to his coffee, Damiano was back on the couch with a pen and paper, gears visibly turning in his head. He didn’t even look up when she entered. See, just a guy, Y/n thought. Victoria was busy bickering with the driver about wanting to stop at a service station within the next hour. Thomas was scrolling through his phone absent-mindedly.

As soon as Vic had finished her conversation, she walked over to where Y/n was sitting, letting herself drop onto the seat next to her heavily, laying her head on her shoulder. “Y/n I want snacks.”

“I bought snacks, they’re in the cupboard.”

“But, fun snacks! Like you,” the bassist winked.

“As much as I love the compliment, Victoria, I am sure the driver will take us to the next petrol station after hearing your plea.” She kissed the top of the blonde’s head. “You can survive a little longer without sugary snacks.”

Victoria looked up at her with big blue eyes, wrapping her arms around the assistant. “But what if I can’t, Y/n,” she whined, pulling a dramatic pose. “What if I waste away without fun snacks.”

“Vic, love, nothing here will make you die because you haven’t had food. I provided all of you with breakfast - it was your decision to let Thomas eat yours.”

“And I don’t regret a thing!” Thomas shouted from his seat, all three of them breaking out into laughter. Y/n grinned, eyes falling back onto some of the papers in front of her, ready to get back into work. Victoria’s arm looped around Y/n’s as she snuggled into her shoulder with a pitiful sigh.

***

Goddamnit, not her, too.

Damiano had meant to start writing some more, lyrics and words and images flowing through his head in a chaos that needed to be tamed by pen and paper. But as soon as he had sat down Victoria had started moaning about snacks and her little interaction with Y/n had taken up all of the brain space the lyrics should have. His eyes kept focusing on the closeness between the two of them. The way Vic leant her head on Y/n’s shoulder, the way she in turn kissed the bassist’s head. So far he had only considered Ethan to be a concern. But now the thought of Victoria herself meddling was increasingly growing. So she might have had a boyfriend but that had been, what? Years ago? She had said? And the guy had been a dick. What if she’d just given up on men completely, deciding to exclusively date girls from now on? Fuck.

Staring at the way Victoria was now cuddling her, his thoughts ran wild. Was this still friendly? Was the smile she was giving Vic flirty? Maybe she hadn’t been returning his flirtations the way he’d been hoping because it was Vic she was interested in, not him?

Dwelling on these thoughts wasn’t going to help. Jealousy, envy, insecurity… as interesting as they would be as drag names, they weren’t going to solve the issue. Damiano felt stuck. Making heart eyes at a girl who was three feet away while she was none the wiser. Yet it was Victoria latching onto her arm. He wasn’t surprised. She was gorgeous, and funny, and cared about people. And Vic had a lot of good qualities he himself didn’t possess. Maybe it’s the boobs? His brain mused, but he shook it off. That wasn’t it, he was sure of it.

***

Victoria studies Damiano. His face would have been unreadable to anyone else, obviously lost in his thought. But she knew him well enough to understand that the look on his face was one of insecurity and upset. Not necessarily at anything in particular, just upset. Her eyes softened. Raising a brow at the singer. He simply shrugged, shaking his head, then taking the notebook he was carrying everywhere. Opening it up, staring at the words written there, but not adding anything. Yet his eyes never stopped flicking away to everyone else around him, obviously restless. What was up with him? If there was one thing Victoria hated it was one of her friends feeling off and her not being able to do anything about it. But she knew Damiano, and she knew it could be hard to get him to budge if he didn’t want to talk.

As their eyes met once more, she took the chance to mouth at him, “You alright?”

His eyes flashed at Y/n for a split second, he probably hadn’t even noticed it himself, before nodding with a tight-lipped smile, then looking back down at his pages. That was when it finally clicked in Victoria’s mind. It was about her. And from the looks he kept secretly giving her, the problem wasn’t dislike.

***

“SNACKS!” Victoria and Thomas all but yelled as the bus pulled into the parking lot of a little petrol station. The band ran out of the bus, stumbling over each other like a hoard of kindergartners, and Y/n couldn’t help but smirk at their behaviour. Following them in a much more composed manner.

By the time she entered the shop, all four members of the band had dispersed into different corners. Trying to figure out what to buy. Damiano was holding up two chocolate bars, obviously trying to decipher what the difference was with no knowledge of Swedish whatsoever, before shrugging his shoulders and taking both.

Y/n was still in the doorway, grabbing a basket and consulting a little list on her phone. As much as she loved to let them run wild, she would not completely have them overdose on sugar. No matter how much they wanted to. She still felt responsible for their wellbeing, even on their days off. Juice felt like a sensible choice.

Suddenly, she saw a hand appear from behind her, casually taking out some orange juice from her basket. She turned around in surprise, only to be faced with Thomas looking at her with wide eyes, obviously feeling caught.

“No healthy stuff from the petrol station!” He suddenly shouted, grabbing her whole basket now and running away with it.

“Thomas!” She flew after him before she knew what she was doing, almost running over Ethan as she chased the guitarist through the little store. With not much space available, they ended up going round and round one of the shelves, until Thomas unceremoniously crashed into a cooler when he didn’t manage to take a turn in time. Trying to bite back a smile, Y/n walked over, breathlessly asking him if he was alright, as laughter still bubbled out of her. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Victoria, giggling away, phone pointed towards them.

“Oh no, you’re not putting that on the internet!” Y/n pointed a finger at her in what she hoped was an authoritative gesture, but Victoria wasn’t impressed.

“Too late!” She squealed as she skipped away, out of reach, to pay for whatever she had picked out.

Thomas had gotten back up on his feet in the meantime, contents of the basket still spilled all around him, sporting a pout.

“Stop it with that face,” Y/n scolded, but she couldn’t keep the smile at bay. “Go pick out your favourite snack, you can add it to my basket.”

Thomas happily skipped away as Y/n quickly picked up the mess, then moved to another aisle finding Damiano there. He seemed to be debating over the crisps now, having moved on from the chocolate bars.

She stood to the side, her eyes flashing over him a couple more times than necessary. He was just too pretty. It was simply impossible to look away. Even now, no fancy clothes, no stage makeup, no grand performance, he was mesmerising.

Her brain couldn’t help itself, images and ideas flashing in front of her eyes. Going to a petrol station on road trips with their future kids. Them bouncing around, chasing each other over a candy bar. Her and Damiano trying to get them not to cause a mess, slightly annoyed, but always laughing along with them.

She looked at him again. In a blink, the daydream changed.

It’s past midnight. He’s in the same sweatshirt he’s wearing right now. Her arms wrapped around his torso. Looking up at that beautiful face of his. Him picking up condoms from the health section. Winking at her with that certain glint in his eyes. Smacking her arse on the way to the cashier. Filled with giggles and flirtatious glances and knowing what the night ahead would entail. The anticipation crackling around them.

Oh, to be that girl. The girl he looks at with lustful eyes. The one he wasn't to make a baby with. Not the one to be ashamed of.

***

Damiano had chosen what kind of crisps to buy long ago. He simply was too busy staring back at Y/n, who seemed to be lost in thought. Eyes focused on him, yet apparently not noticing him looking back. He could basically see the gears in her head turning, mouth slightly open, far away in her mind.

Whatever enraptured that beautiful mind of hers… He wanted to know - could he be that very thing someday? Be so involved in her thoughts that it caused her to finally slow down? Get her to relax. He kept daydreaming about the massage he had given her the other day. How she had melted into his touch. He wanted that again. But more. He wanted her sighs and her moans as he worked her body in any way she would let him. Hell, he’d be her personal roadie if she wanted.

Fuck, he was smitten. She was always so strong-willed, so passionate. That night on the balcony had done nothing to help his fantasies. Her teaching him how to dance? Bodies close to each other, breathing the same air… Whatever perfume she used, he wanted to drown in it.

***

Victoria had been on the way back out, snacks acquired, Instagram story uploaded, and ready to head back to the bus for the last two hours of the ride. However, she stopped dead in her tracks when Y/n and Damiano caught her eye. Both of them were staring at the other, yet neither seemed to realise it. Just lost in their own worlds. Vic frowned, not oblivious to the dreamy look on Y/n’s face or the way Damiano’s eyes kept flicking up and down their assistant’s body. Something was definitely going on here and she was determined to find out what exactly it was.

After Y/n had finally moved again, paying for the snacks, Victoria caught up with her outside the shop. Their driver was having a smoke, surely had more than enough time left for a little talk.

“Y/n, wait up,” Vic quickly jogged up to her, taking the shopping bag out of her hand and carrying it into the bus ahead of her.. “Let me help you.”

She was counting on the guys to be staying outside for a little longer, probably lighting up a cigarette each as soon as they were done snack-shopping.

“So…” She started, putting away the snacks alongside Y/n. “Saw you staring at Damiano in there.”

Great, this wasn’t subtle at all, she scowled at herself. Tact had never been her strong suit in these situations. She was far more likely to rush into a conversation, head first, too open, too honest, too soon.

“I- uh- I don’t know what you mean. I was probably just staring off into space.”

Okay, she was getting flustered. Victoria knew she was onto something here, but it wouldn’t be easy to get anything out of Y/n. She was way too professional and… uptight for that. And they didn’t exactly have any red wine on tap to get her to open up.

“You know, there’s no harm in it. He’s a very attractive man,” she said, playfully nudging Y/n’s side. “Pretty sure everyone’s had the hots for him at some point.”

“Well I haven’t, it's very unprofessional.” Y/n stubbornly replied and Victoria almost laughed out loud.

Sure, she hadn’t. That’s why she was staring at him like he was a drink of water in the middle of a desert. Or why she was getting all flustered every time he touched her. Or why she always seemed to gravitate towards him, whatever she was doing. But that wasn’t what Vic was going to say. It wouldn’t get them anywhere. She had learned that much about Y/n.

“All my friends used to have a crush on him in school,” Vic laughed, remembering their beginnings. “They’d just hang out whenever we were rehearsing, making heart eyes at him and complimenting his every move, but he never cared. He never even looked at them, just giving them a polite hello. Never paid them any attention because he was way too focused on the music we were making. He’s always been like that. Music has always come first. It’s why I think it’s so peculiar how interested he is in you.”

If Y/n had been flustered before, she was full-on blushing now, rapidly opening a random cabinet to hide her face, but Victoria had seen. Her eyes got wide, as if she had been struck by lightning.

“He’s not interested in me, don’t be silly. I work for him just as I work for you and we all get along. Nothing is going to happen if that is what you are worried about. I would never jeopardize the tour or our friendship. He doesn’t even see me like that, anyway, so it’s fine. It’s not like I’m his type, and like, I mean-”

��Hey,” Victoria turned more serious now. As much as she enjoyed teasing her new friend, she felt like she needed to let her know that she wasn’t kidding in this case. She put a tentative hand on her shoulder. Having the other turn around to have Y/n face her. “I’m serious though. I know it’s early days, but if you feel something for him? I’m not going to stop you. Neither is anyone else on this tour. He’s a great guy. And I’ll personally punch him if he isn’t. And I think you’re great Y/n. You deserve good things.”

For a second, Victoria could see a flicker of Y/n’s softer side, of her vulnerability. She felt compelled to pull her into a hug, but she feared making her uncomfortable, so instead, she simply pretended she hadn’t seen. Just like she pretended not to hear Y/n’s voice breaking just the tiniest bit when she said, “Thank you.”

***

The old town of Malmö was full of cobblestone, canals, and adorable old houses. When Y/n led them into the restaurant she had reserved for the evening, Damiano made sure to ask for a table by the window, enamoured by what looked to be the main square of the town and the people hurrying along. As he turned back towards the table, he noticed Y/n with a similar look on her face. Chin held up by her hand as she leaned on the table, watching the world pass by outside. A serene smile played on her face and he feared he was mirroring her expression when Victoria kicked his foot from under the table. Giving him a knowing smile and a raised brow. He shook his head, quickly grasping the menu to distract himself.

“Oooh happy hour!” Victoria squealed. “First round of cocktails is on me!”

Damiano almost let out a sigh - knowing fully well that when it came to an evening like this, they would not stop at a round or two. He was to be proven right.

About two hours later, the sun was on the verge of setting. There was a nice buzz going on, dinner eaten, while the drinks kept coming. Thomas was retelling a story Damiano had heard about a hundred times. Excitedly waving his hands around he only just managed to grasp one of the glasses before the guitarist knocked it over. Y/n was listening attentively - the only one out of the bunch to not have heard Thomas’ retelling before. Damiano couldn’t help but notice how her cheeks were slightly flushed, a sure sign that she’d had a drink. He thought she looked adorable. She’d look just as adorable under me. He quickly put the thought away, blaming it on the alcohol he had consumed. Apart from Y/n - who had been responsible enough to switch back and forth between cocktails and water - they were all on the edge of being drunk, laughing too loudly, talking too excitedly, being a little too affectionate.

It’s what he blamed his behaviour on, when he found his foot searching for hers under the table. Giving her just the slightest, playful kick to get her attention. She looked at him immediately, raised eyebrows, obviously wondering if he had touched her by mistake. So this time, he fully smirked, holding eye contact, as he nudged her again. A timid smile appeared on her face and he was convinced that she would be awkward. Pulling back, possibly scolding him any other time. But her slightly intoxicated state seemed to leave her more open to his teasing. He barely believed it when she nudged him back. Maybe we’re actually getting somewhere here.

“Um, excuse me?”

The whole table looked up at once at the timid voice. Only to find two young girls awkwardly and uncomfortable standing next to them, faces as red as tomatoes and eyes wide.

“Are you Måneskin?”

“We are, actually!” Victoria beamed, immediately getting up. “Do you guys want some pictures?”

The girls didn’t seem to manage anything but hectic nods, too excited and overwhelmed. Damiano smiled. It didn’t matter how big they were getting - having people coming up to them to ask for photos, so obviously in love with them. Still made his heart beat like crazy. He’d do anything for the fans.

Quickly, getting up from his chair as well, he pulled the other two along with him, taking a few photos with the two, exchanging some words and thanking them for their support. Looking back at Y/n, he noticed she was getting a bit nervous.

“Guys, we should probably move back to the hotel now,” she said and it was only then that he took a look around and saw the amount of people staring. Talking and pointing phones at them. It was obvious none of them were actual fans - just hoping to get a glimpse of something to put on their social media. Damiano nodded, rounding up the rest of his band and leading them out of the restaurant, ready to call for a taxi as Y/n went to settle the tab and then followed them outside mere seconds later.

“Right let’s get you back to the hotel,” Y/n decided as they finally managed to flag down a taxi. “But don’t worry, the night’s not over yet - bring your swimsuits, I’ve got a little surprise for you.”

***

Y/n was perched on a little tiled bench, laptop with work opened at her side. A bluetooth speaker ready nearby. She’d slipped the girl at the reception a little money and a signed picture of the band, which she had gratefully taken, to make sure they’d have the hotel pool to themselves that night. Y/n was aware that the band tended to really enjoy a nice dip in the water and she was determined she’d get them to let loose and relax a bit before more gigs were coming their way.

She didn’t notice that everyone had arrived until a flash of blond ran past her and jumped into a pool with a massive splash. It shouldn’t have been a surprise that Thomas would announce his presence like this. She still flinched for a second. Ethan followed not much later, with Victoria opting for the stairs ‘for hair-related reasons’ and Damiano pushing her in anyways. Following swiftly himself, as she grabbed his hand as she was falling. Y/n shook her head, amused at the four, and turned on some music as she watched them.

She couldn’t help but smile at the way they all acted like little kids on a pool day. But behaviour was one thing - the way they looked was quite another. Water was running down their bodies… okay, one body in particular. She would be lying if she said that Damiano swimming around in nothing but his little shorts wasn’t… well, breathtaking. Tattoos on full display, hair wet, glistening skin. He was smiling, laughing, trying to outswim Thomas. The way his physique moved through the water… He was in formidable shape. What she would give to be manhandled by this man.

Him pinning her to a wall, smirking, looking down at her like he was going to eat her. He rightfully just might. Telling her all the dirty thoughts he had when on stage. Making her look away in a blush, but grabbing her face. Tsk-ing, ‘no, no, no, good girls look at who is speaking to them’.

But no. Work called her name, just loudly enough to pull her out of her fantasy.

***

Opening the laptop, she immediately seemed to get immersed in her work. Damiano watched her with a frown on his face. This was so like her - making sure everyone else got taken care of and was having a good time, only to withdraw and bury her in her work again. He wished she’d take more breaks to just enjoy.

Every now and then she looked away from the screen, watching what everyone else was doing and contently smiling to herself. He couldn’t help imagining her watching over him the same way with their kids. His head was running away with the idea.

Him splashing around with the children. Her watching over them, staying on the sidelines, smiling the way she was now. Making sure everyone was safe and happy. Snacks in hand. Their daughter climbing out of the water, running over to her. The way her eyes would light up, arms open wide, not caring about getting wet as she hugged her. He knew she’d be the most perfect mum, just from looking at her. Nothing had ever been as obvious to him.

A splash of water over his head pulled him out of his thoughts. Apparently, Ethan had caught him staring. He shrugged it off.

“Y/n! Come swim with us!” Victoria called, moving to the edge of the pool. The assistant did nothing but raise a brow at the request, shaking her head.

“You kids go have fun,” she laughed. “I’m fine here, doing a bit of work. Just because you got a day off, doesn’t mean I do too!”

“Ah, you’re no fun, Y/n. One night won’t kill you,” Thomas groaned, diving back under the water.

“Well, I didn’t even bring my swimsuit, so it’s out of the question anyway. Now let me do some work.” She tried to sound strict but the giggle bubbled in her voice anyway, still tiny traces of intoxication in her speech. Damiano grinned at the thought of her still being tipsy, slightly wondering if it’d give him the chance to get her to let her guard down the way she had done the night before.

“Oh, rubbish, you party pooper!” Vic shouted back. “Your underwear will do just fine, it’s not like anyone is here to tell you off.”

Y/n shot a look at Victoria. A blush that definitely wasn’t caused by alcohol crept onto her face.

“I’m alright, you have fun.”

Damiano’s head spun, looking at Y/n sitting on the bench. The sheer idea of her joining them like that? Potentially seeing her undress? He was more than glad the water was hiding the lower half of his body.

“Get over here now or we’re dragging you in!” Thomas threatened, already halfway through heaving himself out of the water.

Oh, no way I’m getting out of the water right now, not like this.

“Oh fine! Fine, fine. If it will make you all stop worrying about me ‘not having fun’,” she laughed.” She rolled her trousers up as she moved to the edge of the pool, kicked off her shoes, and let her legs dangle in the water as she sat down. “Happy?”

“For now,” Vic laughed. “But don’t think you’ll always get out of things this easily!”

“Oh come on guys, leave her be.” Ethan decided to be the voice of reason once again. He swam up to her, hair all piled on top of his head in a bun. “Sorry about them - they don’t know when to quit.”

Y/n giggled at his comment.

“It’s cool, nice seeing everyone have a good time though.” Y/n tilted her head for a moment, looking at Ethan. Slowly she raised a hand to hold his face still, the other hand pulling something out of his hair. “There you go. Can’t have fuzz in those luscious locks of yours!”

A scowl appeared on Damiano’s face. He knew he shouldn’t be feeling like this, but the way she was looking at Ethan right now, that soft touch, made all the fantasies in his head shatter for a moment. Why wasn’t she fixing his hair instead. Fuck, he was being stupid. His attention was drawn away from the pair as a loud squeal escaped Victoria, who was currently being wrestled in the water by Thomas.

“Don’t you dare dunk me!”

Damiano didn’t even have to watch to know what happened next. A second later, a spluttering Vic emerged, a murderous look in her eye as she dunked Thomas in return. Their little fight turned chaotic, ending with the top of her bikini slowly floating away from her.

“Aw Vic, do you always have to be topless?!” Thomas laughed loudly.

“You dick! You untied it!”

Y/n instantly covered her eyes, avoiding Victoria’s half-naked body at all costs, looking down at her lap.

“Um - maybe someone should, uh, give her her top back?” She stammered.

Vic looked at the blushing girl, a smirk growing on her face as she whispered something at Thomas, pointing at Y/n, obviously hatching a plan. She swam up to their friend, gently grabbing her legs under the water.

“You are the only one that seems to mind, amore… Do you not like my tits?” Victoria teased, cocking her head to the side as she tried to catch Y/n’s eyes.

“No! No, I mean- That’s not what I mean. Um… I don’t know - is it just me or is it hot in here?” Y/n was a mess, tripping over her words.

“The only one that’s hot here is you, Y/n,” Thomas grinned, swimming off to retrieve Vic’s top, which he handed to her as he came back. The blonde held it up to her boobs in a fake-clumsy way, big eyes looking up at Y/n.

“Oh, I think I’m going to need your help with this, Y/n. Mind tying me up?”

Y/n looked like she was about to explode, her face once again covered in a deep red. With slightly shaking fingers, she moved forwards as Vic turned her back towards her, fumbling with the strings around her neck and her back to tie them up.

“Thanks, babe, you’re a doll!” Victoria grinned, taking the assistant’s hand and leaving a little kiss on her knuckles. It was the point at which Damiano decided he’d definitely need to protect her from his bandmates. If anything, it was his time to bother Y/n now.

As Damiano swam over, Y/n was still bright red. Her head was still lowered, picking at her nail polish, as she squeaked out a “hi”. You’ve got to put on the charm now, you can do it, he said in his head, hyping himself up as he looked back at her. He didn’t want to bring her into even more of an awkward situation, but his hands were on her legs before he even noticed, slightly stroking along the curve of her calves under the water.

“Don’t mind those fools,” he told her in a voice low enough that they wouldn’t hear. “They’re just trying to rile you up because they like seeing you blush. It is a nice sight, to be fair. Seeing you blush.”

“Well, it’s not like I have control over that. Um. Y-you look cool… I mean - good. You know? … fucking hell.” She buried her face in her hands, stifling a flustered chuckle. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I apologise, I will just hide now, forever.”

Yet, the smile on her face hadn’t left since Damiano had arrived. She bit her lip nervously, looking at the singer. Staring at him, maybe trying to figure out what his intentions were. He wished he knew. “Your, uh… eyes… they’re pretty.”

“Don’t even think about ever hiding that face from me, yeah?” He pulled her hands back down as she once again attempted to cover herself. He briefly forgot his hands were wet, until she giggled and patted her own dry on her shirt as he let go. “Your eyes are really pretty too, Y/n, so don’t deprive me of them.”

She blinked a couple of times, taken aback by what he had said. “Alright, I can do that.” She barely noticed they were holding hands. Rubbing her thumb over his skin softly, keeping herself grounded in place by the heat his body gave off under the water. “You just gotta step in when they start taking the piss again, yeah?”

He moved in closer now, only letting go of her hands to grasp onto her thighs, trying to keep himself above water. He was desperate to move between her legs, but he wasn’t going to ruin the moment by taking it too far. Not yet. “Of course. But amore mio, what if I wanted to, uh, ‘take the piss’?”

She smirked. “Oh! Then that’s fine.”

Damiano was sure his heart wasn’t even beating anymore, it was fluttering. There was something about her… every time he watched her, talked to her, he felt like he was looking at her for the first time. Finding a new side to her. He wanted more, constantly craving to get closer, and in moments like these. When she let him in just a little bit, made him feel like he was just one small step above the others, he felt like it was all going to be worth it. The slow way he was working himself into her heart.

“Y/N HAS A TATTOO ON HER ANKLE!” Thomas suddenly shouted, popping out of the water and pointing at the assistant. Damiano was pushed out of the way by Victoria, who grabbed Y/n’s leg. Hoisting it up in the air, turning it to show her ankle. A black outlined hand giving the middle finger with long black nails stared back at the band.

“That is really pretty,” Ethan said softly, but Victoria scoffed

“Pretty? It’s fucking cool! See,” she turned back to Y/n, “you are rock ‘n’ roll!”

Damiano stared at the little drawing on her leg, fascinated to have found yet another side to her he hadn’t seen coming. He wondered if she would let him tattoo her one day, letting him grab her leg, smoothing over the skin, putting that kind of trust in him. He was determined to find out, sooner or later.

“I mean... you think you’re the only ones with tattoos?” Y/n smirked, almost in a cocky way. It was a good look on her. “That one hurt like a bitch-”

“That one?” Damiano threw in. “Does that mean there’s more?”

Looking over at him, she simply smiled, shaking her head. “Anyway, it’s late, we should be going to bed soon. I know - I’m not trying to parent you, but somebody’s gotta be responsible here!” She stood up, fixing her trousers, putting her shoes back on, and grabbing towels to pass around. “Come on, out of the pool. Comply and I will get you something special with your coffee tomorrow!”

***

After everyone had retired to their rooms, Victoria decided she needed another talk. Moving along the hotel corridor, she stopped in front of Damiano’s door, softly knocking. He opened hastily, his face dropping ever so slightly as he saw her.

“Not who you were expecting?” She asked with a smirk as she pushed past him into the room. She was glad they’d all gotten their own rooms for the night and didn’t have to share - no need to involve Ethan or Thomas in the little conversation she was aiming to have with Damiano. Victoria dropped down onto the bed, kicking her shoes off and getting comfortable, as the singer followed.

“What can I do for you?” Damiano asked, shutting the door behind her.

“How about explaining why you were all over Y/n in the pool?” A grin spread on her face. She knew she’d have to be much less careful with Damiano than she had been in the conversation with Y/n, but still needed him to know this was good-natured teasing. “Pretty touchy, if you ask me.”

“Well, we were talking. Don’t need to tell you everything I do.” He flopped onto the bed, grabbing a pillow to smother his face into. “Why?”

“Yes you do, I’m one of your best friends!” She didn’t hesitate in grabbing the second pillow to whack him over the head, before putting it back behind herself to lean against. “Just interested to know what you think of her. You know, because I’m your friend and I care. And I’m nosey, so spill.”

He started groaning into the pillow.

“If I told you I think I like her, would you shut up about it?” He turned his head to the side to look at the blonde. “I don’t know, Vic, she walked into our lives and…” His eyes grew distant as he thought about her.

“Wait, you actually like like her? I was thinking you were just attracted, you know the thrill of the chase and all that. Fuck, Damiano!” Her smile came back tenfold. “I love this!”

He shot up from his lying position. “No! No, you don’t love this! I don’t love this! I have no fucking clue what I’m doing! She is so sweet and kind and sensitive and I can’t stop thinking about her, it’s turning me into a brain-dead zombie. I could never actually win her over, I fuck up so much and- … I talk too much don’t I?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so flustered!” Victoria remarked in amazement. “You’re actually, properly, crushing on her! You should tell her.” She almost added if only for my amusement but decided against it. This was obviously tormenting him already, no need for her to rub it in.

“I’m not gonna tell her shit! She’s our assistant, for god’s sake. I already could be in so much trouble if she took something I said wrong. I could fall flat on my face and- … Vic, I know that you care and you want me to be happy. Which I love and appreciate. We are best friends, we really are. I would do the same thing if you had a crush on someone, but I just don’t know what to do,” he moans, falling back onto the bed. “I haven’t been like this since school.”

Victoria patted his head in sympathy as he buried his face back into the pillow. She wasn’t quite sure what to advise him in this situation. Sure, she would love to see her friend happy. And there was definitely something cooking under the surface of Y/n’s feelings. And, honestly, the thought of the two of them together? She was basically swooning at the thought. But she also knew it wasn’t her place to meddle. Right?

“I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. I don’t wanna scare her away.” He looked at Victoria with pleading eyes. “Has she talked to you at all? Have you picked up anything from her? Any hints?”

A sigh escaped her lips, but she knew she couldn’t help but give him at least a little push in what she hoped was the right direction. “Look, Damiano. I’m not gonna pretend like I didn’t notice she fancies you. Honestly, no surprise there. But I think we both know she’s not exactly the type to jump right into bed with someone. So take it slow. Show her you care. Woo her.”

“Woo her?! Like an old Italiano romance? I can do that… I think. Okay, what does she like… Y/n, what does she- She doesn’t really talk about herself that much, does she..” Victoria could see the gears turning in his head. “This was so much easier when I wasn’t invested… Why do I have to be invested, Vic?”

He looked at her with dopey eyes, before jumping up and pacing around the room. “Argh! She is making me go insane! I tried writing lyrics, but nothing is working. I just can’t focus when she’s around. She gets this look, especially when talking about her work and language.. At the pool, did you see how she looked at me?”

“You’ve written lyrics?! Now, you really got it bad, my friend,” Victoria shook her head in amusement. “But yes, I did. I told you, she’s interested. Can’t tell you how deep that runs, I’ve only known her for a few days myself and she is working for us, no way to ignore that. So maybe take a step back until you figure this out?”

“Yeah, you’re right. She works for us. That’s… that’s a giant, neon ‘no’.” He stopped walking, looking out of the window. “I need to cool it, don’t I? We’re on tour. What am I doing! We have fans and people who are looking forward to seeing us. We have gigs to play! Fuck.” He sighed, staring off into the distance. “We should probably sleep. No long drive tomorrow, but lots of interviews, right?”

“Don’t get in over your head about this,” she put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. She hadn’t expected this kind of outburst when she had knocked on his door earlier. “It’s the first week of tour. You got three more of seeing her literally every day. Concentrate on the job, then on her, yeah? Now let’s get some sleep. And I mean it - no pondering and smoking all through the night, you gotta rest!”

“You’re right, I don’t know what I was thinking. Thank you.” He pulled Victoria into a hug. “Thank god you’re here. Wouldn’t know what to do. Goodnight.”

She gave him a little wave as she left his room, only just hearing him mumble, “I have music to perform…”

***

As the night grew to a close, Y/n found herself in her own room, snuggling into a pillow. Glad that the next day would leave less free time. Drive to Copenhagen. Get everyone settled it. Maneuver them from interview to interview, although this time around Victoria would be a great help since she knew Danish. Then off to soundcheck, light dinner, the gig, sleep. No time to get lost in silly daydreams for once.

Yet, as sleep slowly crept up on her, she couldn’t help one last thought entering her mind.

I wonder if he is thinking of me.

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