#dont worry about what edge is doing its fine its alright

[bonetrousledbones]

discovering new hells of skeleton drawing lately

[d3stinyist1red]

out of everyone on yandere town, yan cowboy is definitely my favourite <3

YESSS IKR HES SO CUTESYY

yan cowboy who wants you to ride him badly

yan cowboy who first meets you when you stumble upon his farm, literally the cows were gonna jump ur ass until he popped up

"hey there, sweets! What'cha doin' around here?" He asks, looking at you with a tilted head as he pat the cow's head. "U-uh, sorry i just-" you got interrupted by the cowboy laughing at ya.

"ma, why do you seem so nervous? It's alright!" He said grinning down at you, he wraps an arm around your shoulder and introduces himself.

yan cowboy who is now ur buddy, talking to you every second of his fucking day like damn lil bro chill

yan cowboy who you began seeing everyday, coincidences piling up. No matter where you went, he was there, lingering just at the edge of your vision.

yan cowboy who wants you to ride with him and his horse everyday, holding onto your waist as he leads the horse on where to go, your back to his front, slowly rubbing himself against you.

yan cowboy who is a possessive and jealous freak. Any interaction you have with others, specifically other men, makes his jaw clench and his eyes narrow. He might not say anything at first, but you’ll notice how quiet he has gotten.

yan cowboy who confronts you about the man you were hanging out with earliar

"Hey darlin', what was that man tellin' you? Why were you talkin' to him? Do you think hes better than me? Sweets, im sorry. Darlin' lets talk about this, okay?"

"boy i literally just asked him wheres the nearest wingstop"

"why? are you hungry? Because I have some meat for you could eat-"

yan cowboy who makes you the center of his world, if you dont talk to him hes GONNA AND WILL have a bad day, grumpy and pissed off until you talk to him

yan cowboy who has a garden his mother owns, and always gives you flowers, your favorite ones

yan cowboy who literally every woman wants bc hes fine asf, strong, and BRO HES SWEET TOO LIKE HELLO??? but he only needs you. Whenever hes talking with another woman, he always drifts his eyes away from her to try to find you, not paying attention to whatever the woman was saying

yan cowboy who literallys gets so hard whenever he sees you bend down to get some strawberries you planted, already knowing he was gonna fist himself inside his car

yan cowboy who always gives you handwritten notes

"hello n/n! I might not be able to see you today because of my mother telling me ive been slacking off since ive been leaving early from farming. But darling, you know I can't stay away from you for so long! I need to see you! Anyway baby, I left you some cash, treat yourself, aight babes? - Your lovely cowboy <3"

yan cowboy who sees you growing some plants in the hot sun and immediatly panics, he runs over to you with an umbrella. A UMBRELLA BRO

"darlin'! Its so hot out here for you to be outside! Come inside, love!"

"bro ive only been outside for 3 minutes"

"3 minutes too long! Now cmon and rest! Ill do the work, lovely!"

yan cowboy who helps you when you barely started growing plants and stuff, guiding you with his hands ontop of yours, his chin on your shoulder.

yan cowboy who sees you carrying a heavy bale of hay, and immediately scolds you

You wipe the sweat from your brow as you lift the bale of hay, determined to carry your weight on the farm. Your cowboy always helps you with everything like bro i could be independent too hoe. You’ve seen him do this like a thousand times, and you’re confident you can handle it too bc ur a bad bitch period

But before you can take more than a few steps, a shadow falls over you, and you feel a firm hand on your arm. You glance up, and lowkey you were scared it was gonna be schoolboy69 lowkey but nah their infront of you was your cowboy, eyes narrowed in a mix of worry and frustration. He was practically glaring at you, mad that you picked up something without his help, even if you picked up something as heavy as a bag of cookies he would be mad and see red like alpha dawg sigma 4000

“What do you think you’re doin’, darlin’?” His voice is low, but you still heard the irritation in his voice.

“I’m just helping out,” you say, trying to brush it off as no big deal. “It’s just a bale of hay, I'll can handle it.” You said shrugging, about to walk past him until you felt the heavy hay get off your shoulders in a quick manner.

that lil bitch took the hay and walked away but not before blowing u a kiss and saying "i love u n/n, get ready for tonight bc imma need u to blow my back OUT-"

yan cowboy who always is complimenting you, doesnt even matter if your in ur christmas pjs from 2016 he will say "id lowkey eat you out in that"

yan cowboy who is ur obsessed boy who luvs you more than he should<3

yan cowboy who is ur such cowboy who couldnt be more lucky to have you with him! <333

GUYS IM BACK FROM THE DEAD BITCHESSS

GUYS YALL COULD SEND REQUESTS BUT ITS GONNA TAKE A LITTLE BIT BC IM STILL WORKING ON OTHER DRAFTS LIKE THESE

GUYS WHO HAS YAN WINDERBREAKER MANHWA BOOKS PLS I NEED JAY JO AND OWEN

[0anonnymouslyours0]

Hi!!! I’m having a weird day and I was wondering if you could write something for Spencer comforting reader who was having a great day but something menial set her off and ruined her day so she ends up crying a lot. I just need the comfort a lot right now. I hope you have a good day (or at least better than mine xD) 💕💕💕

hi angel- i hope your feeling better, and your day has improved! i can deff do this, and posting this quickly <3

you'd been having a relatively good day. i mean as good as it could get. you'd finished the reports you were supposed to do, and nothing had gone wrong. still, you felt a little on edge.

you walk over to the kitchen, busying yourself in making an afternoon coffee, a daily ritual. spencer is in the bau kitchen too, and you smile.

"hows your day been?" you ask, looking at him as he leans against the counter, watching you make your coffee.

"standard. what about you?" he asks, looking at you enquiringly.

"oh, yeah nothing much- just doing some reports and such." you say.

you've finished making your coffee, taking a gentle sip of it. its hot. spencers talking still, and your paying attention, watching him as you place your mug down and reach for the fridge to grab some milk. somehow, in the most unlucky fashion, your mug was not placed properly, and it falls with a crash to the ground, splashing scolding hot coffee all over you.

"ouch!" you cry, as the coffee burns your skin. you feel it then, the tears well in your eyes. you've been just a small incident away from tears all day, and here it was.

"are you okay?" spencer says quickly, hes in front of you, offering you a tea towel.

your overwhelmed, and you look up at him, tears running down your face. you feel slightly embarrassed, and you look down quickly, accepting the tea towel. spencer looks at you, a softness to his expression.

"hey.. its alright-" he says, reaching to place a hand on your shoulder and moves his thumb soothingly.

"god- this is such a mess." you say, patting yourself before giving up with a sigh.

"no, your good. its all fine." he whispers, and guides you towards him. he doesn't seem to mind your half covered in coffee, as he wraps his arms around you and holds you closely.

you sniffle as he hugs you, perhaps just a little in need of affection in this moment. he squeezes you a little, and you allow yourself to relax, slowing down your breathing.

"its fine, dont worry. i've got a spare shirt?" he says, hand still tracing soft patterns on your shoulder.

"thank you." you whisper, into spencers chest. your not quite ready for him to let go of you, and he seems to know that, holding you tight, until your feeling better.

[hypnoneghoul]

okay this is the one topic I will go on anon for, dont mind me.

anyway, seeing as we have a kind of piss thing going on (a trickle if you will god Im sorry)

what about rain convincing the others to just, completely soak him in a gold shower. like think bukkake but piss. I would love to see it with everyone but if also understand if you dont want to do that, in that case choose who you think are best for the scenario. and if you dont wanna write it at all thats also perfectly fine pls dont feel like you have to!

bestie the noise that escaped my mouth when i saw that... yeah

700 words, what it says in the ask so bukkake but piss, rain x all the boys with transmasc dew, bit of p in v

Rain is a freak. He may not seem like one, but he is and all the pack knows it all too well. Each and every one of them was a subject of his… fantasies so many times it was uncountable at this point, whether he was doing something to them or asking them to do something to him.

One of Rain’s favorites was when it was the others’ turn to do something to him. All of them, preferably.

It started with a good old fashioned orgy. A sex party, if you will, though this time the ghoulettes kept away, letting the boys to their own devices. The ghouls locked themselves in Rain’s room hours ago and only noises that kept spilling out of there were an indicator of them still being alive and well. Maybe not too well.

The party was slowly coming to an end. Its grand finale. Everyone had taken a cock and everyone’s cock was taken. Nearly everyone had cum, at least twice. All the sexual tension of the day was dissipating. They were getting tired, but it was still not over.

Rain was still waiting.

He was engaging alright; he’d eaten Dewdrop out, rode Mountain and fucked Phantom, but as they all kept cumming, he didn’t. Not once.

“Fuck…” Swiss sighed as he was coming down from his fourth orgasm of the night, this one inside Dewdrop’s cunt. “This is fun, but I don’t think anyone’s got more in ‘em.”

“I second this,” Aether grumbled from under Phantom. “Got your fill, Tadpole?”

“Ugh. Fine.” Everyone chuckled at Rain’s dramatic eye roll. The water ghoul truly was insatiable, but if he wanted his plan to be followed through, he’d have to agree to do it now. Otherwise he’d have to milk it out of them all asleep, which… he wouldn’t entirely mind, neither would they, but it wasn’t the plan. Rain crawled out of Mountain’s lap and to the middle of the room, settling on his knees.

“You sure you don’t wanna move to the shower?” Phantom asked, still a bit concerned. He did take part in Rain’s… play time more than once, but this particular type of action was his first. 

“Don’t you worry about it, bug,” Swiss scoffed. “He’s got it.”

“Come here,” the water ghoul all but growled at nobody in particular. All of them, really. “Soak me, make me cum.”

They didn’t need any further encouragement.

With some groans and hisses all of them made their way over to kneeling Rain, taking their positions all around him. So simple, yet so powerful. Only Dewdrop waited, sitting at the edge of the bed and staring Rain down with fire in his eyes. As usual, the best part was his.

“Come on,” the water ghoul spat out once more and without further ado, the ghouls looked at each other and got even closer. Rain was opening his mouth again but instead of words, a high pitched moan left it when Mountain’s piss hit his chest. Then Aether on his back, Swiss on his right, Phantom on his left.

Rain was completely blissed out, shuddering and moaning, hands gripping his thighs, as he was being absolutely showered in hot piss. His red cock was rock hard and leaking, waiting for the slightest of touches to make him burst, cum so hard he’d black out. He couldn’t hear the noises others were making, in awe of their packmate so filthy. 

As all the streams were slowly dying out, Dewdrop stepped in. Finally.

He straddled Rain’s lap and the water ghoul’s eyes snapped open. Before he could register what was going on, Dewdrop slammed himself all the way down onto his cock, his wet and stretched out cunt swallowing Rain up to the very hilt with no issue.

Debauched moans rang out from both of them and the fire ghoul rolled his hips exactly once before letting go with a sigh and pissing all over Rain’s cock, balls and thighs. Rain wailed, then, jaw going slack and head falling backwards as he shook all over and cummed deep inside Dewdrop, some of his copious amounts of cum leaking out and mixing with the other’s piss, still trickling out.

Now, Rain was satiated.

[bridgyrose]

Weiss took a few deep breaths as she leaned against a tree, watching as the last of the ice had started to melt. Everything felt similar to when she accidentally set fire to the mansion. Her body felt weak after that much energy had been expended, though instead of feeling hot from the heat, she felt as cold as if she’d stood outside in Mantle without a jacket. But what worried her the most was if someone other than Ruby had seen her. One person knowing what she could do was easy to work around, buying off someone to be quiet was something her family excelled at, but if anyone else had seen… if Ozpin had seen… she couldnt lie about it being her semblance. Any huntsman worth their salt would know that this wasnt natural. 

She finally caught her breath and sheathed her rapier. “Alright Ruby, we should head out again.” 

“Are you sure you dont want to talk about what happened?” Ruby asked. “I mean, that was cool and-” 

“Drop it.” Weiss pulled out her scroll and started to pull up the compass app she had installed. “And even if I wanted to talk about it, what am I supposed to say? I just thought about everything freezing to save you and then it happened?” 

“That… sounds reasonable.” 

“It sounds crazy!” 

“Not that crazy. I mean, I stopped a dust robbery and nearly was killed by someone who did something similar to you with fire.” 

Weiss snapped her scroll shut. “What do you mean someone else has done something similar?” 

Ruby shrugged. “I dont know how to describe it, but it was as if they willed fire to work for them. It still sounds like it could just be a semblance, but watching you doing the same thing with ice looked familiar.” 

“Still, I’d rather keep this a secret from others. Once we’re out of here, I’ll get you whatever you want just as long as you keep quiet.” 

“Dont worry, my lips are sealed.” 

Weiss shook her head as she watched Ruby “zip” her lips with her fingers and pinched the bridge of her nose. She still wasnt sure if she could trust Ruby to keep this quiet, but that was an issue for later. Right now, she still had to find her way towards the relics that Ozpin wanted them to pick up. And while she still didnt know where they were, she at least knew which way to go.

She moved forward through the forest, making sure to move quickly but quietly in order to avoid any more confrontations with the grimm. The nevermore that kept flying above them was starting to make her nervous, a grimm that size was not going to be easy to take down and fighting it was sure to bring other grimm out towards her. And if there was something as big as that living in the forest, she didnt want to find out what else might be out there. 

And it wasnt long before Weiss and Ruby reached the edge of the treeline, her heart stopping when she could finally see the ruins she and Ruby were meant to reach… and then the nevermore soaring just above. Getting to the ruins would need a distraction, and her powers would be ideal for something like this. But with such an open space…

“I think we can go now,” Ruby said as she moved down the treeline, keeping her eyes on the nevermore. “Looks like its turning, so if we hurry, we can get to the ruins without too much trouble.” 

“And how do you expect us to get out there?” Weiss asked. “If it comes back around-” 

“Then we take cover!” 

Weiss practically yelped as Ruby grabbed her wrist and started to pull her forward in a sprint. Not long after, she felt Ruby embrace her as the world around her started to shift and change. For a brief moment, she couldnt feel her own body, just the wind around her as if she was scattered about. And just as quickly as the sensation came, it quickly left as her head spun. She fell back into the wall of the ruins, only to feel Ruby put a hand over her mouth as the nevermore gave a loud *caw!* to lure them out with fear.

Once the nevermore was out of sight, Ruby pulled her hand away from Weiss’ mouth and sighed. “Looks like we should be fine.” 

“What… what did you do?” Weiss asked. 

“I used my semblance to get us out here quicker.” Ruby started to mess with the packets on her outfit to make sure everything was still in place. “Though, I have to admit, that was the first time I’ve used it to carry someone else. Usually I use it wth just me and Crescent Rose, not that I really know how it all works right now, I only managed to unlock it a few months ago-” 

Weiss started to ignore Ruby’s rambling and made her way over to the relic pieces, only a few left: two white rooks, a white knight, and a black rook. She pondered carefully over which one to take, only to be interrupted by someone yelling. 

“Rubes! You made it!” 

“Yang!” Ruby called out as she rushed over. “This wasnt too hard for you, was it?” 

Yang shook her head. “Of course not. Blake and I made it without too much difficulty. What about you guys?” 

“We ran into a little trouble but then Weiss-” 

“All I did was stop some grimm from coming after us with my semblance,” Weiss lied as she picked up the white knight piece. She pocketed it into her skirt and walked over to Ruby. “So, now that we have our… relic… where do we go now?” 

“Ozpin said we’d need to get back up the cliff,” Blake answered. “Though, I think we may have a bit of trouble.” 

Weiss was about to ask what Blake meant until she heard the nevermore overhead make a loud *caw* as it passed overhead. It was clear it had seen them. Getting to the cliffside was going to be troublesome without any sort of cover, which meant they couldnt avoid the grimm. 

She readied her rapier and then looked at Ruby, pausing when she saw the girl smile and her eyes practically gleam as she unfolded her scythe. “You have a plan, dont you?” 

Ruby nodded and started to rush out towards the grimm. “Just follow my lead!” 

“Wait, Ruby!” Weiss called out in vain as she watched her partner dart out to get the attention of the grimm. 

She took a breath and followed after Blake and Yang, using her own semblance to try to catch up as she watched the nevermore get ready to send out its feathers. She quickly weaved through, eyes widening as she watched Ruby get caught by a feather. She only had one shot to keep herself from being partnerless. Her eyes burned as she set out a chain of glyphs to block the rest of the incoming feathers, closing her eyes as the ice formed. 

She slowly opened her eyes and let out a sigh of relief when she saw the feathers stopped and Ruby safe. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed!” 

Ruby winced. “Yeah, but… I knew you’d have my back.” 

“That doesnt matter!” Weiss pinched the bridge of her nose. “If we’re going to be partners, we have to work together. Which means not getting yourself killed!” 

Ruby nodded and picked herself back up and watched the nevermore. “Yang, Blake! Try to get the nevermore over to towers! I have an idea!” 

“Got it!” Yang called out. 

“And then what?” Blake asked. 

“Weiss and I will take care of the rest!” Ruby answered. She then turned to Weiss. “Think you can get it to sit still?”

“Of course I can,” Weiss said as she started to rush to the nevermore. She followed close behind Blake and Yang, watching them as they brought it over towards one of the ruined towers. She created another series of glyphs to freeze its wings in place and pulled back to Ruby as she watched Blake and Yang pull a ribbon through the towers to create a slingshot. 

It wasnt long before she watched Ruby launch herself at the bird and slice through its neck, and all she could do was stare in awe. Rose petals fell from the sky from Ruby using her semblance to launch herself, the grimm dissipated into smoke and ash as it fell to the ground. This was already starting to shape up as an interesting year to be a huntress. 

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[lazywerebat]

Crazy Train !

Vampire! Michael x Male! Reader

warnings; none that im aware of

a/n; sorry for not being so active lately, I have shit ton of school projects & homework to do! i made Michael be vamp in this bc he got boring personality & hes kinda boring character ngl. I add lil bit of Markos personality into his. also if ya want you can send me request ( pls ) :))! hope y'all enjoyed this!!

I was getting ready to see Michael, yeah he's a weird dude but we all are weird, so why not and be his friend?

When I got ready I went to boardwalk to meet with him, once I saw him, I went to him and greeted him,

“Hey Mikey”

I said with a warm smile.

“Hey Y/N”

He greeted back, after some talking and going through boardwalk. He offered that we should go somewhere, where we are going to be alone and I told him 'sure'. I sat on his bike right beside him and held onto his waist.

After a ride we got to our destination, Michael parked his bike right on the edge of the train tracks, climbing off and walking forward he looked at me with 'come on' look. I was unsure of this because why would we be here? Many thoughts were in my head right now, not knowing if this is right but my body ignored all of the worry and went to him. He smiled at me and waited next to train trucks. I came to him,

“Come on, this will be fun”

he told me with a grin, I watched as he jumped on train trucks and held his hand forward for me. I held his hand as he helped me get on trucks,

“Mikey, I don't about this”

I stated as I looked at him nervous and unsure, he came closer to me hold my hand tightly,

“Hey, its okay, everything is going to be fine”

he explained to me,

“But–”

I started then got cut off by him,

“You trust me right?”

He asked me and waited for my answer and I slowly nodded. Which caused him to smile at me,

“Now lets go”

He said, I followed him to some hole in the bridge and watched him as he jumped down while dangling on the bar.

“You better be quick Y/N”

He stated as he stared up at me, I let few breaths out and soon enough joined him dangling on the bar.

“Good job!”

he smiled at me as he swung around. Him swinging around is making my heart beat faster and my heads getting more confused.

“What are we doing here Mikey?”

I asked him confused, he was about to answer until he got cut off by a train horn. I started to panic,

“Just hold on tight Y/N!”

He shouted, I could feel us shaking and my breathing getting more difficult. I closed my eyes not wanting to look down, I felt my hands slipping but Michael kept having fun. I could heard he called my name and I slowly looked at him. I saw him smiling at me,

“Dont be scared Y/N!”

He told me then he just lets go and falls in fog,

“MICHAEL!”

I screamed in fear looking down and around me, I felt my hands getting sweatier and starting to slip. I tried to hold on until I lost grip and begun to scream. As I was falling I felt someone catching me,

“See? I told you everything will be fine”

I looked up to me Michael holding me and flying in the sky?! He saw my confusion and he knew that I was confused. We landed on the ground,

”How? How could you fly? Thats impossible!”

I said, I had so many questions,

“I will answer all of your questions, alright? Just don't be scared”

He stated to me and I nodded.

[t0rturedangel]

W A R Y F E E L I N G S .... ♡

⩩﹕PARING ︰ David Jones x Gender neutral ! Reader

⩩﹕SUMMARY ︰ After leaving the University District, Jones begins to notice that his partner seems to be on edge and not telling him whats wrong. Only when he overhears a conversation with Ramirez and another officer does he finally get it . . .

⩩﹕ WARNINGS ︰ Swearing

⩩﹕FANDOM ︰ CRIMINAL CASE

⩩﹕REQUESTED ︰ NO BUT REQUESTS ARE OPEN

⩩﹕A / N ︰ Criminal case is deadly underrated in my opinion. Also Y/R means your rank.

Jones stared at his partner as they scribbled onto their seemingly endless paperwork, their hands trembling as they put more and more pressure onto their pencil so much so that the damned thing snapped only a few seconds after Jones acknowledged that fact.

Something was wrong.

But Jones couldn't understand what or why.

"Hey, Y/R Y/n are you doing alright?" Jones raised a brow, clearly confused and now concerned as you flinched when he suddenly spoke, your eyes were wide "Oh- erm yeah 'm fine dont worry, just a little on edge-" you cut yourself off hoping that Jones would just agree and stop talking to you. Obviously you didn't mean it in a rude way, you loved jones he was a nice guy a great friend and partner! Its just that after what happened in the interrogation room and the court trail with Tess you felt a bit . . . wary of Jones.

Unfortunately for you, Jones is one persistent mother fucker so he asked again "Are you sure? You seem really tense and-" "I said I'm fine Jones, please . . ." trailing off you once again hope that Jones would get it and stop asking and this time it worked Jones nodded and looked over his paperwork which he was leaving until Chief was going to threaten him, he knew he should have started doing it but he didn't, only getting up and leaving the room which made you physically relax, letting out a sigh of pure and utter relief.

Meanwhile it was Jones' turn to be tense, why were you so uncomfortable around him? Did he do something wrong? No, he couldn't have, he always makes sure to be on his best behavior around you not wanting to embarrasses himself around his best friend he knew you wouldn't judge him but still.

While walking around he was thinking, even though he told himself that he didnt do anything wrong at least he didnt to his knowledge. Sighing he rested against a wall his thoughts rushing through his head at a pace which gave him a headache. God . . . "Ah Im so glad we're done with that place!" Jones heard a good friend of his: Ramirez talking happily "There were so many brutally deaths there!" "Its a good thing that Y/R Y/n wasnt shot in the interrogation room that day, they help with the cases so much!" he then heard the voice of another officer: Primrose Splezz. wait-

Y/n? nearly getting shot? What? when did that happen?

"You heard about that!?" "Yeah! but i never got the full story! so what happened?" Jones leaned his head against the wall, trying to listen to the conversation better "Okay so" Ramirez started "On the last case when Jones and Y/n went to arrest tess, tess pulled out some weird necklace and started to swing it Infront of Officer Jones' face! Then she stared talking about 'the right things to do' and how Y/n's death was gonna be their masterpiece! She ordered Jones to shoot Y/n and he did pull his gun out on them! Luckily i was there with my trusty frying pan to knock Jones out!" with every word Ramirez said Jones's brows furrowed even more.

He never pulled his gun out on Y/n! He would never shoot them "Imagine how poor Y/n felt! Having your partner pull his gun out of you must've felt so betraying!" Jones scoffed and he leaned off of the wall, starting to leave.

Thats stupid, he never had pulled his gun out on Y/n, he fell down the stairs before they could get to Tess !

. . .

Right?

[darklordofthesimp]

Hello!! I was bored and inspired by you so I wrote a dumb lil snippet of a fic idea, sorry if it's wonky or doesn't make much sense I'm very tired n also haven't written in years lmfao,, the idea is that the reader (Whisper) got stuck on the other side of a blast door thing after they set off the security system and the room is filling with gas or something n they were somehow the only one to get stuck in the room?? Idk lmfao they'll make it out prolly

[dw dw there's gonna be story here]

“WHISPER-”

The comms radio crackled to life- “König- könig listen to me- You’ve got to go. I’ll find my own way out, don’t worry about me. I’ll find you, I promise.”

König scoffed incredulously, “I’m not leaving you-”

Whisper banged on the glass again, their eyebrows furrowed with anger and something a bit bittersweet- “This is no time for arguments- you’re leaving. End of story.”

“Whisper-” König scoffed on the other side of the glass.

[prolly gonna put some more dialogue in here so it makes more sense, I was mainly just writing snippets lol]

The edges of whispers eyes crinkled as they smiled at König, their eyebrows furrowing as they smiled sadly on the other side of the blast door.

“Auf Wiedersehen, Lukas.”

“Auf Wiedersehen, Wisp.” Königs gaze softened, his fist unfurling on the glass. He watched as his friend pulled up their mask slightly, enough to see them say something he couldn’t quite hear.

The shadow pulled their mask back down, and in one swift movement swiveled around, pounded on the door twice, and stalked back into the gas-filled room, leaving nothing but a soft whisper in their wake.

—

The mountain's eyes gazed out over the massive field the chopper had laid in. “König- there’s no sign of them. If they were coming, they’d be here by now. As much as I care for them, we’ve been waiting for two days- I don’t think they made it. We need to go. Now.”

As much as it hurt to admit, Soap was right- they had waited there for far longer than they should have. “Fine- you’re right. Let's go.”

As the chopper lifted off, König gazed out of one of its windows and wondered. “Nikolai. What does _ mean?”

The comms crackled, "Huh? Why do you want to know?”

“Just answer the question-”

“Hah. alright alright- it means ‘I love you.�� happy now?”

“……..”

König stared out the window and into the clouds as he tried not to shatter into a million tiny pieces.

The shadow had whispered, “I love you.”

UHHHHHH YEAH THATS IT I DONT USUALLY SHARE MY WRITING BUT UHHHHHHH FELT LIKE SHARING THIS ONE 👍 HAVE A GREAT NIGHT

NOOOOOO STOP

The GERMAN GOODBYE AND RHE WHISPERINF OF I LOVE YOU NO PLSS

[wickymicky]

everything she does and says catches me so off guard lol

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCP-We1oQMs

[k0kichiimagines]

Okay, I came with some angst(?) idea

What about Korekiyo having not the best mental state this day, like his demons are savoring him (like bad memories, intrusive stuff, all like that), and then his S/O accidentally does/says something that upsets him unexpectedly too much that he just closes himself up from them not to hurt them unintentionally, but S/O takes that as if he's mad at them and start to panic?

You can remove or change anything you'd like, but there's a set up!

angsty hurt comfort lessgo

- mod kokichi

Korekiyo x reader

-> thinking hes mad at you / hes closing himself off from you

cws : refrences to his sister, in this its writtten as him being a victim of gr00ming, guilt, death mentions,

he'd been in his library all day.

he'd been silent as well, reading books with an almost bored look, flicking through but barely acknowledging the knowledge in the lines. his mind was active though, it was racing through too many thoughts for him to sort out, it was an utter mess despite his calm appearance.

he had stumbled across a photograph of his sister. he thought he'd placed them all away, not wanting to get rid of them, but not wanting to see them. it had brought back memories, too many for his liking. that confusing guilt, the worry, the fear, the desperate urge just to make her smile. he'd went mad, thinking that somehow murder would soothe his dead sister - yet it just made his mind worse.

he was a killer. it was an odd feeling - he had killed. and yet you stayed. had he accidentally forced you to? were you afriad he would kill you? he didn't want to consider such thoughts, his fear overwhelmed him until he was all but locking himself in the room.

his mask was on as well. he tended to keep it off more often, more comfortable with the idea of ditching the material. but today it was firmly on. you quietly came up behind him, kissing his clothed cheek - but he only stiffened at the action. "you doing alright?"

"perfect."

"hmm." you brushed his hair aside, fingers near his mask and ready to pull it down. but his hand firmly snapped over yours, and his eyes felt cold.

"dont."

you stammered an apology, more shocked then scared, but he felt guilt wash over him. yet he only stood up and left, turning his back on you. where he went to, you had no clue, but now you stood in this big, empty room, filled with books and the lingering feeling of lover. but it was cold. and somehow the books lost their warmth.

you were nervously twisting the edge of your shirt or jumper in your hands, you hadnt intended to upset him, but you assumed you must have. should you leave him be? follow after and apologise once more? the uncertainty of the situation left you with a slightly sick feeling in your stomach.

you waited.

you almost fell asleep, so you busied yourself by dusting the already clean bookcases and shelves. it had already been late when he left, but glancing at the clock only made you stress more, so you avoided checking how long it had been now. you hoped he'd come back soon.

but he didn't.

perhaps he knew you were still there. it was nearly midnight by now, and you gave up. would he even be in bed?

you left, stepping softly out the doors and down the corridor. once you turned you almost bumped into the man, who looked down at you blankly. "apologies." he said, his voice quiet.

"its fine. im really sorry i upset you earlier, i didnt mean to."

he sighed. "my dearest, please do not apologise. i apologies for being blunt and cold towards you, ive simply had a lot on my mind lately. im sorry."

"i forgive you." you could tell he was returning your smile, despite his mask. he leaned down slightly, and you understood his message - gently tugging the mask off and giving him a gentle kiss. "i may not be the best therapist, but i can sure try ease your worries, love, alright ?" he hummed in a soft agreement, and then hugged you gently.

[funkypoacher]

How about: “Never do that again. Please” + Kaidan & Hestia and/or "I'd hate to be a burden..." || "It's alright, (Name). I don't mind taking care of you" + Joseph & Trudy?

it's been a minute since I wrote Hes/Kaidan!! this prompt was fun. based off my post-war canon which is explained here (dont worry, its short). Will be doing the Trudy/Joseph one as well (because how can I not??) in a seperate post.

"Hes—Jesus!"

She almost can't hear him over the wind howling through the canyon between them. But before she can give Kaidan his hollered concern its due credit, she's got priorities to sort out, and those are hauling herself up the cliff-edge she's clinging to. Half-dangling from her stomach over a vast wilderness of beautiful north Vancouver splendor—yep, it'd be a shame to bloody-up the cuts of soaring rock and birch going orange with the season.

Shepard lifts herself to the plateau and stands. How she got sand in her crack is a mystery for the ages.

"Are you okay?!"

Kaidan is horrified. Jiggling a little to dislodge the grit, Shepard just eyes the crevice she flung herself across. It's a thirty meter drop, easily, into a sea of trees.

"Guess it was a bit bigger than I thought, eh?"

"You think?!"

Shepard smiles to herself. Readjusting the jostled zipper of her jacket, she loudly asks "you want me to throw the rope across, or—?" but before she can wholly offer to toss him a line, Kaidan is floating across the expanse, lit up with the blue light.

He lands a foot away. Kaidan's handle of his biotics is, as always, lithe. His body, though, moves like a soldier, so he hits the ground running. His boots dig into the earth; he grunts. Yes, Kaidan is both refined and gruff; as rigid as he is ridiculously adaptable. Kaidan is… Well, he's a lot of things, isn't he?

For now, he's the guy giving her stink eye, the blue of his biotics receding like water.

"Nice job, fly-boy," Shepard says, arms across her chest.

"And there was room for one more," Kaidan answers somewhat sourly. "Seriously, we could have piggy-backed. I thought you were going to use your biotics, not… throw yourself at it."

"With my implant fubared like it is, no. No way. Biotics are a no-go for a while." Sighing, sucking in that pine-fresh air, Shepard nods west. "Come on. We're losing daylight. Got a few clicks until the next camp and no one likes when you show up after dark."

Kaidan sighs, too. "Fine." He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Just… never do that again. Please."

Her skin pricks into a shiver. And now it's Hestia's turn to look scared.

"What?"

In answer to Kaidan's question, Shepard shrugs; turns away.

"Nothing. It's a little like old times, I guess." She smiles small, voice quiet but not soft. "You. Me. You asking me not to complete a totally viable maneuver."

"Completely?" Kaidan's consternation becomes something else real quick, however. Walking closer, his voice reaches for her. "Hes…"

"We need to go."

"We need to talk."

"No, Kaidan," Shepard answers. She looks down. "It's too soon."

"Too soon?" Kaidan takes a step back. "It's been four years since we talked about anything that wasn't the war. But it's over, now—"

"If you think this isn't still the war, then you're wrong," Shepard replies quickly. "This is the war. We're still in it. And this is more real than…"

She knows by the shift in his eyes that she's gone too far. She's drifting in and out of that headspace where the Reapers were a bad dream; where this is all it's ever been—a world in ruins and its populace starving—and Shepard was never any commander because how can she live with that guilt? She misses the simplicity and denial. She misses where Kaidan was just a daydream, simple, and soft.

But things are never simple.

"We're going," Shepard says. And even if she's only there to act as Kaidan's guide, she's going with or without him.

[komoreangel]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐜𝐬

pairings: childe, diluc, kaeya, albedo x f!reader (separate)

scenario: it’s reallyyyyy cold outside and you want your boyfriend to warm you up :) and maybe cuddle :) i mean what no its just soooo cold

genre: fluff so much fluff

wordcount: 1.6k (mostly albedo’s djkfsdjfnkd) 

childe

ok so this guy

he’s from snezhnaya which is like russia

its always cold there so he’s used to the below 30 temperatures

you however

ARE NOT

like at all i mean you’re from mondstatd whens the last time it snowed here

so at first he might not notice that you are extremely cold

you two are walking around, being cute yk couple stuff

that is until you start shivering

“why are you shaking? are you scared of something???”

he’s not the brightest but we love him

“childe, im cold.” you bury your face in his chest to hide from the wind

“it’s not that cold out here, i don’t see why you’re being so dramatic.”

“it’s below 30 degrees! i’m going to get frostbite and die!”

ok so maybe you are a bit dramatic but YOU’RE FREEZING OKAY?

“hey ojou-chan, why are you so clingy all of a sudden-” you reached your hand inside his pocket to grab his hand.

holy crap your hands are cold

“hey wait don’t grab my- THAT’S MY SCARF!”

suddenly you were running away from him at top speed, his scarf in your hands

“come back here! what are you - oof-!” he had grabbed onto the edge of the scarf and pulled it back, you along with it.

you fell on top of him and you’re both wrapped in the scarf like every single christmas romance movie

“well now my hair is all full of snow.”

“you deserve it.” “HEY!” 

you get up and walk off to the side, taking his scarf with you

he follows after you, and catches up quite fast considering he’s got them long legs 

oh to be tall

he wraps his arms around you in a hug 

“still feeling cold?” 

“yES!” 

so you two head for home and he promises that he’ll cuddle you all day to keep you warm

which is what you wanted in the first place ;) 

diluc

diluc doesn’t get cold

not because of where he’s from or anything

but because pyro vision 

~natural body heat~ 

and unlike childe he would actually notice you withering away in the snow 

“y/n, are you alright?” 

“huh? yeah yeah im fine just a bit cold” 

suddenly you are being cuddled 

“diluc??” 

“yes?” 

“you’re hugging me?” 

he doesn’t usually initiate pda often so it was a surprise

“you said you were cold. i’m simply warming you up.” 

you lean into his hug and notice that he’s actually really warm

like so warm you get sleepy

you’re so sleepy now that you think about it

and bonk

congrats dear reader

you have fallen asleep in diluc’s arms

he continues to talk on about venti’s drinking problem and how annoying kaeya is

he looks down and notices you sweetly dozing off in his embrace

and he’s so lucky to have you isn’t he

he smiles softly and sweeps you into his arms

carries you bridal style upstairs 

he’s about to tuck you into your bed when your arms begin to tightly wrap around his shoulders

almost like you dont want to let go 

“darling, it’s more comfortable in the bed,” he says quietly

“noo...” your voice is muffled by his chest and you sound tired 

he chuckles lightly 

“just lay down for a bit i’ll be right with you in a minute” 

you’re quiet, like you’re stopping to think

“if i lay down, will you cuddle with me?” 

diluc sighs

“yes i’ll cuddle with you, just please lay down? for me?” 

and who are you to resist that 

so you lay down and while it’s not as warm as him

its still really soft and you fall asleep in no time

he comes back to you sleeping, and not one to break his promises, he cuddles with you anyway 

at least you’re warm now 

kaeya 

believe it or not, kaeya actually does get cold

i mean yeah he has a cryo vision, but that just means he isn’t affected by his own abilities 

or at least thats my headcanon 

anyways

if you’re shivering...he will not help you at first

no, first he’ll tease you about it

like imagine you guys have a mission in dragonspine

“oh y/n~ did you fall for me so hard you got frostbite?”

“you’re looking mighty chilled over there, need a hand?” 

you are this close to punching his arm

however because you want him to hug you and warm you up, you are going to stay on his good side 

he might prolong the teasing for a while

and after that while, he may or may not let you hug him

if he goes on for a bit too long however, he’d feel bad 

you aren’t laughing at his jokes anymore because you’re so cold

you just want to stop and sleep 

your steps become slower and slower

your vision is getting blurrier by the second

and after a while you just stop moving

kaeya turns to look back at you bc he notices

“y/n?” 

and then in a total cliche moment you collapse out of pure exhaustion

like the gentleman he is, he catches you before you land face-first in the snow

and in his mind hes like shit i let this go on too long

so he carries you around, looking for a cave you can rest in until you’re feeling better 

after maybe five minutes of searching he finds one

and he knows albedo is up here somewhere but he doesn’t want to risk you being in the snow for too long

he starts a fire and tries to lay you down near it, but you aren’t getting any warmer

so he puts you in his arms and just cuddles you 

the combination of body heat + fire is slowly warming you up 

and in about an hour you’re awake again

but you can’t move, because his grip on you is very tight

“kaeya? where are we?” 

he slowly opens his eyes 

“oh, just a random cave in dragonspine” he laughs a bit as he says it

then ofc he remembers you’ve just woken up from collapsing and is like oh right serious time ok

“are you okay?” he asks and this time he has a hint of concern in his voice

“yeah, i’m fine. i’m warm now too” you say as the fire starts to die down a bit

kaeya moves his arm in front of you to shift the firewood a bit 

“i’m sorry for letting you get that cold” he murmurs 

you adjust your position so you’re facing his chest 

“it’s alright, at least i can finally get some cuddles this way” 

you both continue to rest by the fire and decide you’ll head back to mondstatd in the morning

albedo

because albedo is rather observant of most things

he notices your state right away

he immediately stops whatever he is doing and tends to you

“you’re cold, aren’t you?” he sits you on the table and feels your forehead

“albedo, its not a fever” you laugh. 

“no, if it was a fever you’d be burning up” he says matter-of-factly 

he walks to the other side of the lab and grabs his coat

“here, put this on.” 

you wrap the coat around yourself and start to get off the table

he rushes back and grabs your hands

they’re cold (duh) 

so then he thinks what can he do to make your hands warm

usually some mittens would do the trick

but he doesnt have any except for his own

well 

he’ll do what he has to

anything for you 

so he slides his gloves off and offers them to you

“put these on, your hands are probably freezing” 

when you hesitate (because arent his hands cold now? you dont want him to be cold) he takes the initative and takes your hands to put the gloves on

he stands back and says “there. tell me if you get colder, okay?”

and tries to hide his flustered face because

you look so cute in his gloves!!! 

they’re his gloves and you’re wearing them ! 

he turns back to his work for a bit 

after maybe half an hour he looks back 

and you aren’t sitting on the table anymore?? 

he looks around

you aren’t anywhere?? 

thats not good

not good at all

he makes his way outside and doesn’t see you there either 

“y/n?” he calls out into the snow 

unknowingly to him, you had headed out about ten minutes after he turned around 

you went to go search for some starsilver, as you heard him muttering about it under his breath 

you were happily heading back to the lab, arms full of the stuff, when you heard someone shout in surprise

it sounded like albedo 

something must have happened to one of his experiments

you quickly hurried towards the lab only to find

nothing?? not even the man himself

there were footsteps in the snow leading away from the room, but you couldn’t be sure if it was yours or his

you decide to wait for him to come back, and set the starsilver near his workspace

after a while, he comes back in, looking stressed and worried

“albedo?” he looks up and breathes in relief 

“where were you, i came back and- mMf!” he rushes towards you and wraps you in a tight hug

“please don’t do that again” he says

“i got you some starsilver..”

he breaks the hug and looks back at his desk

“you went to get starsilver...for me?” 

you bury your face in his neck 

“yeah..i heard you muttering about it so i thought you needed some. it was colder out there than i thought, though” 

he pats your back soothingly, rubbing his hand in circles around your shoulder 

“let’s start a fire, that’ll warm us both up” 

a/n: hi! wooh my first headcanon :) sorry if it was a little long, and i know some were a bit angsty and im honestly sorry about that! albedo’s got away from me sdkhjf but i hope you enjoy! and feel free to request a fic if you’d like :)

[rengoku-loves-you]

rengoku x reader (in which rengoku has a nightmare)

(hello again, sweets! this one is a bit angsty, sorry about that! i had a bit of a night terror and i needed to let some of those lingering feelings out in the form of projecting onto our beloved kyo, lol. its a modern-ish au (teacher rengoku maybe?) bc. why not? enjoy, lovelies!)

warnings: blood, self-harm (unintentional)

you wake to the sound of a crash. youre slow to react, sitting up and rubbing your eyes, and you cant see the time but you know its too early because of the exhausted drag in your bones. the other side of the bed is cold, and you sigh as you get up, stumbling to the door.

you yawn as you open it, peering down the hallway. you can see a shadow moving about in the kitchen, the lights off. if this didnt happen often, youd be afraid you were being robbed, but unfortunately the love of your life has the terrible habit of sneaking around in the dark at odd hours and you cant seem to convince him to stop.

"kyojuro?" you call, stepping out. the shadow pauses.

"ah, did i wake you?" immediately, you can tell something is wrong. his voice wobbles, and its much too soft. "i apologize, i meant to let you sleep in since its your day off."

"i dont care about that." you shuffle into the kitchen, looking around. you can see kyojuros outline, but its too dark to see much else. "are you okay? i heard a crash."

"yes, im fine! dont worry about me, go back to sleep." you hum, starting to make your way over to him, but kyojuro gives a sharp "ah!" that has you stopping again. "please stay over there, i dont want you stepping on the glass."

you inhale sharply.

"wha- glass?! kyojuro!" you hurry over to the light, slapping it on. you blink in the sudden brightness, stubbornly waiting until your eyes adjust. when they do, you hiss through your teeth.

kyojuro stands by the fridge, guiltily averting his eyes with a tight smile. his face is red; with a pang of worry, you realize hes been crying. theres colorful glass glittering on the floor around him, and he has a few larger shards in his hand. your concern for him skyrockets when you see blood, but you force yourself to stay calm.

right now, he needs you.

"dont move," you say firmly, searching for the broom. he nods quietly, and you feel your heart ache when he sniffles. you quickly sweep up the pieces around him, paying careful attention to the spaces between the tiles. once you finish and toss it all away, you finally approach him, slowly.

"did you try to clean it up in the dark?" you whisper, and he nods again, curling his bloodied fingers around the glass he holds. "oh, baby, dont do that." you wrap your hand around his, gently prying it open and ignoring the blood that stains your skin. you tip the pieces into your own hand, leaving him for just a moment to throw them away. when you turn back around, he has his arms tightly crossed, hugging himself.

"i didnt mean to wake you," he insists, not looking at you when you move closer. "i was trying to get some water and got... distracted. i broke the cup you got for me last year." and then, even softer, "that was my favorite cup."

"its okay," you say soothingly, cupping his cheek in your palm, and thats when you realize hes still crying, tears dripping onto your skin. he leans into your touch, his breathing shaky. "ill get you another one. lets get you cleaned up, okay?" he nods once, eyes falling shut.

you slide your hand down to his wrist, tugging until he unfolds. you lead him to the bathroom, sitting him down at the edge of the tub and dropping a kiss on top of his head.

you kneel before him and pick the glass shards out of his skin, frowning at how badly he shakes. it has to hurt, but kyojuro doesnt flinch as you clean and wrap them, wrist to fingertip.

"can you tell me what it was about?" you ask as you cut the extra gauze, taping the end down. he doesnt answer. you look up from his wounds, searching for his gaze, but his eyes are still closed. "kyojuro?" you tilt his chin upward. his lashes flutter, and he looks at you, finally. his golden eyes are bloodshot and raw, but at least the tears have stopped. you move your hand to his cheek, brushing away the lingering salt.

"i dont remember anymore," he says, turning his head to speak into your palm, hiding from your stare. you dont believe him (hes a terrible liar), but you dont push. he never did like to talk about his nightmares.

and you know thats what happened. a nightmare. hes had them for as long as youve known him, but hes never reacted this badly. hes never cried. it must have been a particularly bad one.

"alright," you say slowly. "okay, come here. lets go back to bed." you straighten, patiently waiting for him to stand as well. his hands are too heavily bandaged to hold properly, so you curl your fingers around his wrist again, guiding him back to bed.

he doesnt protest as you gently push him down onto the mattress, curling into himself in a way that breaks your heart. he looks so lonely that youre quick to crawl in behind him, wrapping your arms around his middle and covering his trembling hands with your own. hes warm, almost to the point of feverish, but youre used to it. you bury your face in his sleep-mussed hair and close your eyes.

"i wont let any more bad dreams get you," you whisper against the back of his neck, leaving a kiss on his spine. you feel him shiver and tighten your grip, tossing your legs over his. "ill keep you safe this time, kyo. i love you."

"thank you," he rasps, unmoving. you wait. "...i love you, too." you hold him until you fall asleep, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles.

when you wake again, the bed is warm, and hes smiling in his sleep.

[oro-e-diamanti]

Quiet Music: Leggiero (Chapter Three)

aIn collaboration with @bethanysnow

Small touches, looks, and wine-soaked daydreams lead to whispered conversations on balconies' edge. Put out cigarettes in the middle of the night. Let lips touch as palms do - eventually...

Content | Fluff

Pairing | fem!Reader x Damiano

Word count | 7111

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***

The bus rumbled underneath Damiano as he turned around in his bunk, the humming of the vehicle drowning out the clatter and chatter of his bandmates in the background. His head was pounding, but less because of the little alcohol he had consumed the night before and more because of the thoughts that had kept him up all night. This morning, he had made sure to be up before Y/n would come around for her wake up call, got ready and then all but crawled into the bunk on his bus for more sleep. They would play a gig in the evening, but for now he was thankful for the 6-hour drive to Oslo with nothing to do.

He could almost feel himself drifting off, body tired out and mind exhausted, but instead all that he saw when he closed his eyes were scenes from last night.

The room was filled with laughter. Music and Vic’s singing, as Damiano let himself fall onto the bed next to Y/n. She looked gorgeous, hair down, relaxing, a champagne flute in her hand and a slight smile on her face. Even though he knew she’d be worrying about what Thomas was doing to the room and how she was going to get them out of bed the next morning. But mostly she was just gorgeous and he told her so.

His hand reached out before the contemplation of this action had been finished in his brain. The adrenaline from the first show of the tour had him flying, soaring, and there was nothing that could possibly bring him down. Her eyes showed surprise but she didn’t pull away as he put a strand of her hand behind her ear. The gesture was small but Damiano felt like he was on fire, briefly stroking the soft skin under his fingers before pulling back.

He found himself babbling about his hair, but he was much more interested in what she had to say. He wished she would talk about herself more often - so much of his personality was so out there, so much information about himself was literally out there, in magazines and interviews and photos, but she had her walls up, even when they were joking, even when she seemed to be talking freely.

“You’re getting more interesting with every second I’m around you, you know?” The words slipped out of his mouth so easily. She went over it just as easily. Did she not care? Did she not find him interesting? He had hoped for some sort of reply or reaction, but she just continued talking. Maybe she wasn’t interested in him… His brain only allowed the thought for a minute. No, he told himself, she simply was this way. Cool, calm, collected. He was sure he would be able to get her out of her shell further one of these days. He wasn’t going to stop trying.

Next thing he knew, she had thrust her phone into his hand, some picture of her from years ago. He didn’t care much about the outfit or the makeup or the questionable hair, it was her smile that drew him in. There was something carefree about it, something unabashedly confident, something she seemed to have lost since then. There was no way back for him he realised in that moment - it might as well have been this woman or no other ever again.

Next thing he knew, he was complimenting her again, calling her darling, but this time he didn’t have to wait long for a reaction. The drink that had been in her mouth just a second ago was now spluttered on her clothes and some of the bedding. He was about to ask her if she was alright, but she had jumped up from the bed, hands trying to hide her reddening face, and dashed to the bathroom.

Fuck, what happened?

“Damiano! What did you do to the poor girl!” Vic shouted in amusement from across the room. He simply waved it off. He wasn’t actually sure what he had done and it bothered him more than he would like to admit - especially in front of his bandmates. Maybe he had come on too strong, tried too hard, had made it awkward. His plan had been to pay her compliments - not scare her away with them. He would have to reconsider his course of action.

When she came back, it was only to say a quick goodnight, waving and leaving. She only spared him a brief glance, no smile or any reassurance that they were fine.

It had not stopped going through his mind. This morning, she had pretended like nothing had happened, but he knew she had been avoiding his gaze and her smiles didn’t seem quite as genuine as they did before. Damiano let out a low groan into his pillow. This was a mess and a half.

The curtain of his bunk was drawn back harshly, revealing Ethan’s face.

“Why would you scare me like that!” Damiano complained. “I could be jacking off in here!”

“Well, I want to assume you wouldn’t do that in a semi-public space such as this,” Ethan replied with contemplation on his face.

“What do you want anyway?”

“Victoria sent me and told me to tell you, I quote,” Ethan cleared his throat. “‘Stop moping, Damiano, it’s no fun'. So, there you go.”

Without another word, Ethan turned back around, leaving the curtain open, and walked back into the kitchenette of the bus. Out of the corner of his eye, Damiano could see him stealing a bit of fruit from the fruit bowl. He felt no motivation to join them.

***

“He alright?” Y/n whispered to Thomas, who was sitting close to her, guitar on his lap. He just shrugged. Ethan rejoined the group with an unreadable expression on his face, sitting down next to Victoria. Y/n shot him another concerned look, but he simply shrugged as well. She shook her head and got up from her spot, walking over to the counter to make breakfast for everyone. Getting out the waffle maker. Putting the Moka pot on the stove and filling it with water. Too early in the morning for rock and roll. In the background, she could hear the band discussing rehearsals and the show in Oslo.

As soon as the smell of food hit the three bandmates, they were all over Y/n, hovering around the little kitchenette, pushing and shoving each other to be first. Y/n looked at all of them in turn. Thomas was currently standing on the couch, raising his hand to smack an unsuspecting Vic who was looking the other way. A single raised brow from Y/n got him back down onto the ground.

“Hey! I’m older, I go first!” Victoria pushed Thomas back.

“Maybe, but it still took your mum nine months to think of a good joke,” Thomas retorted.

Ethan turned around, chuckling at his friends’ banter - but Y/n’s reaction was far more blatant. She started to laugh, a loud, almost cackle that the band had never heard before. Her smile easily reached her eyes and she gave a little applause at Thomas’ joke. “I- I;” she gasped in between laughs, “I know it’s not that funny but it just got me, sorry!” Finally managing to bite her tongue, she went back to serving breakfast.

Out of the corner of her eye, Y/n saw Damiano leaning so far out of his bunk to find out where the sounds and the laughter were coming from. The driver though couldn’t have known it was a bad moment to go over a pothole. With a loud thud, Damiano crashed out from his bunk and onto the hard floor. Chili, excited at the prospect of being able to reach him, ran over to lick his face.

“Eh! Chili, hi. Vic! Come get your dog!” He groaned, picking up the golden fluff and sending it back to her owner. She trotted away happily, over towards Victoria, who was a giggling mess after seeing her friend’s fall. He rolled his eyes at her grin.

“You gonna come join us, sleepy boy? I made coffee,” Y/n said, still trying to keep the peace between everyone. Pouring coffee into a mug, she walked over to Damiano and bent down, handing him the beverage. “I don’t really care if you want to spend the entire day on the floor, but I think your fans might tonight. So come join the party, hm?” Her voice was soft and enticing. Damiano’s eyes sparkled at her invitation. But still, his face was burning red. He sighed and nodded.

Y/n stepped back, taking the cup after he had taken a long sip, and reached her hand out to him. With a swift movement, Damiano was back up on his feet, immediately losing his balance and crashing into Y/n’s shoulder. More blushing on his part. He had not been expecting this amount of strength from her. Not caring about his little bump into her, she dusted him off, picking some fuzz out of his hair, her hand so close to his face, yet so far. She handed him the coffee once again and gave him a smile, before going back to her little corner on the bus as everyone devoured their breakfast.

Damiano watched as she tidied up after everyone had finished, constantly making sure what was effectively their home during tour would stay homely. She always looked like she belonged, and he admired her for that. After one last wipe down of the counter, she quickly addressed everyone on the bus, asking if she was needed for anything else right now, and after a round of head-shaking from everyone, she grabbed her laptop and retired to a quiet corner on the bus. It was only when she briefly looked up to find his eyes and gave a slight smile that he realised he was still watching her every move. Embarrassing, he scolded himself.

Damiano started fumbling for his bag, grabbing a notebook and a pen. He had too many thoughts running around in his head, too many images and ideas about Y/n, and he felt like the only way to get rid of them was to write. Maybe he’d even be able to make something out of it. Anything would be better than staring and dreaming about her anyway.

***

Two more hours until Oslo. With a heavy sigh, Y/n pushed the laptop away from her, neck cracking as she finally moved her bones a little. Suddenly, a pair of hands came down onto her shoulders. She only flinched for a moment before she realised it was Damiano, slowly starting to massage her tense flesh. Her head fell forward and she waved her hand to have him keep going. His fingertips digging into hours of uni work, work work, other work. Tension all living in her neck being slowly worked away by the singer.

"I'm not gonna turn down a free massage," she chuckled, feeling his talented fingers remove knot after knot. Then, suddenly, they became softer. She could hear Thomas in the background shouting something at Damiano. Taking his attention away from her, and all it left was soft fingertips on the sensitive skin on her neck. Dancing along and leaving goosebumps in their wake without him even knowing what he was doing to her. She shivered under such a light touch. A groan left her lips as she was falling deeper under his spell. At this point, she didn’t care. A very pretty man was smoothing his hands over her neck and shoulders and it was nothing short of lovely. Normally this wouldn’t be on Y/n's top list of things she would allow - but a 6-hour bus ride and sitting in one place for most of it was a killer.

I could fall asleep like this - fuck…

She was snapped back to reality when she realised that Damiano was once again staring at her screen, asking what she was working on, hands never moving from their position. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to concentrate like this.

“Oh, I’ve, um,” she awkwardly fumbled with the laptop, “I’ve been trying to memorise this sonnet. I’m doing a course on Shakespeare this semester and we’ve been told to pick our favourite by him and I think I finally decided on mine. It’s Sonnet 128 - um. One of the only sonnets to give you an actual scene in place. It’s from the perspective of this guy watching a bard and just craving to be touched, used, kissed by this person. To have the same sort of attentive mastery be directed at him instead of the player’s instrument. Describing the person listening to this bard play… Wait, would you just like me to read it to you?” Y/n looked up at Damiano. He nodded as he slid into the seat beside her. She moved the laptop so she could see its screen still and began to speak.

***

Sitting next to her wasn’t as bad as Damiano thought. After working on her neck and shoulders, her perfume had rubbed off onto his skin. Light and warm, not super floral, but he didn’t peg Y/n to be a flower kind of woman anyway. Looking at her face now, he noticed things he hadn’t seen before. Faint freckles, little lines around her eyes, the pink tint on her lips. Her hair was done up again in a bun. He could see a couple of bobby pins trying to hide in her wild hair. Then she started to recite the piece and his chest was exploding. He felt as if he was watching winter melt away and spring come.

“How oft, when thou, my music, music play’st”

Oh, what he would do to be her muse, Damiano thought. Her voice, low and soft, was like music itself to him, never mind the way her eyes lit up at the words she repeated from the screen. A little light inside of her, one he hadn’t encountered before.

“Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway’st”

Her fingers were just as sweet, his mind piped up as he tried to listen to her more closely. Some light polish on her nails that he hadn’t noticed before, but now that she was scrolling through the laptop, it was like he couldn’t keep his eyes off them. Quickly exploring images of them tangled in his hair, scratching down his back ever so slightly. Stop, he told in his own head in vain. Just stop and listen, for once. Yet the ideas of her he had hidden away kept demanding attention.

“The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,

Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap

To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,”

He tried so hard to concentrate. To listen, to take in the words she was reciting, to grasp their meaning and what they meant to her, but it was hard, getting harder. In an uncalculated move on his part, his arm swung around her shoulders, not pulling her closer, just letting her know he was there, right now, right here, with her. His hand resting on her upper arms, feeling the warmth underneath the fabric of her blouse.

“Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap,

At the wood’s boldness by thee blushing stand!”

His eyes travelled up from her fingers, over her soft and curvy figure, her delicate neck, to her blushing face. She was blushing an awful lot with him and he had not yet figured out completely if this was a good sign or not. Either way, he thought she looked adorable, a natural pink on her cheeks. Slightly restless eye movements that didn’t match up to the words she was reading, a certain nervousness overtaking her. He wanted to make her blush like that for the rest of his life if he could. He silently wondered if she would blush that much if… if it was just the two of them, alone in some random hotel room, a whole world of exploration before them.

“To be so tickled, they would change their state

And situation with those dancing chips,

O’er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,

Making dead wood more blest than living lips.”

His eyes betrayed him, flicking down to her lips as soon as she said the word. Soft, a light tint on them, pronouncing every syllable in the most mindful way. He wondered if she would let him kiss her. What. His brain flickered between two emotions. Yes, yes, yes. He would give everything to feel her sweet mouth on his, getting her close, inhaling her scent, pouring his every thought into a kiss. No. What was he thinking? She was their assistant. Strong, gorgeous, fiercely independent, and surely not interested. Right? He couldn’t help wondering. Would she let him kiss her? Would she want him to? Had she thought about it, the way he was right now?

“Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,

Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.”

Their eyes met and Damiano hadn’t even noticed how much closer he had edged towards her. It would only take a little bit, one more breather, a tiny motion, to put his lips on her, to feel what she was feeling, and the way she looked at him had him craving, obsessing and he almost dared himself to do it, when a voice pulled him out of his thoughts, pulled him away from her.

“Y/N! I don’t understand how the waffle maker works!”

Damiano had never wanted to kill his bandmate more than at that moment. With a groan he turned around, seeing Thomas fumble with the appliances in their little kitchen area, a dumbstruck look on his face, and puppy dog eyes pleading Y/n for help. She only gave a low chuckle, before getting up and walking over to the guitarist, leaving Damiano with a head full of thoughts that all circled around her.

***

That was close, Jesus Christ! My face is so warm… how are his eyes that pretty? How have I never noticed that before? I wonder if he was thinking about the same thing as I was back there…

***

The crowd was roaring out by the main stage. Crew held their places waiting for the queue to go. The band stood off stage trying to sneak a peek at the audience. Hundreds more people than they were expecting. Y/n sat in a metal chair that was dubbed ‘her chair’ so she could watch the performance from behind the main curtain to cheer the band on without being seen. The lights in the main room were being lowered, the playlist that had been on in the background slowly being turned off, as the noise of the audience got impossibly louder. The band was getting nervous now, the good kind of nervous. Thomas jumping around to get his energy levels up before they would get the sign to get on stage. Y/n smiled at them in turn, returning a little wave Ethan was giving her. Just as they were given the go-ahead, and all of them started to jog on stage, Damiano took a little detour, sending her a smile that would set all the butterflies free in her stomach, before pressing a little kiss to her forehead. He was gone before she had a chance to react. Yet, she froze. Damiano looked back and it was the most perplexed, confused, and adorable expression he had ever seen on her.

It was an expression Damiano couldn’t get out of his head for the rest of the concert, even long after she had lost it - and he knew she had because he couldn’t keep himself from looking over at her every now and again. He was fascinated by the way she watched them.

And if she was watching? Well, then he was going to put on a show.

He pulled all the tricks he knew - well those that were fitted to the situation and venue. During one of their songs, he decided to pull his favourite one. With a low grunt, he ripped his shirt apart, throwing it across the stage, unable to wipe the smile off his face. Until he looked over to where his top had landed and his eyes fell onto Y/n, standing beside the stage, now with a performance-rich torn tank top on her face. Maybe his aim had been a little off. The look on her face as she removed the fabric made him laugh. At least she isn’t hiding now, he thought, before going back to the song.

During “You need me, I don’t need you”, one of the covers they had chosen for the night, he couldn’t fight the grin, knowing his favourite lyric of the night was coming up.

“Melody music maker, reading all the papers, they say I’m up and coming like I’m fucking in an elevator.”

Where Damiano would usually take the chance to suggestively hump the mic stand and focus on the audience, this time he did it while looking straight at Y/n. Her face clouded red, eyes looking at him with a flustered glare. He simply winked at her.

Similar things kept happening throughout the night, any song to do with sex or romance, any innuendo, it was all directed at her. To him, it was all about her all the time, and he made sure to let her know.

***

After one last encore, the band left the stage, the sound of the crowd chanting their names in the background. Once backstage, they all exchanged hugs, all pumped up from the adrenaline and the successful show. A massive gift basket sat in the corner, filled with beers, chocolates, some skincare products, and flowers, along with a note from the venue welcoming them to Oslo and thanking them for playing. Vic immediately grabbed Y/n.

“When we get back to the hotel - up for a girl’s night?” Wriggling her eyebrows at the assistant, she picked out some of the products from the red tulle in the basket.

“As if I could say no to you.”

***

“Okay, what’s first, face mask or red wine?” Victoria asked, holding up both items in her hands as she followed Y/n into the hotel room, Chili yapping at both of their feet, dying to get attention from anyone.

“I will pour the wine if you open the face mask stuff,” Y/n decided, picking up Chili for some snuggles, before putting the dog down on the bed and grabbing the wine glasses. “Don’t have a girls' night often, so this is nice.”

“I keep having them with the boys but it’s not really the same,” Vic laughed. “They never want me to pluck their eyebrows or anything! Oh, and please be careful with the wine around Chili, I drenched her once and it didn’t come out of her fur for ages.”

“You - you did what now? Wait, nope, I don’t wanna know. But to be honest, I would kill to get Ethan on my lap with some tweezers in my hand. Boy, does he need it. Not by much, sweet guy. Just, uh, you know?” Within a moment or two wine was being poured and handed to the blonde. “I didn’t know how much you would want but we can always add more,” Y/n stated, hopping onto the bed next to Vic.

“Oh, very sweet guy with unpredictable hair, really!” Vic said, grabbing the glass and downing more than half of it in one go already, before sitting down next to Y/n with the little pot she had opened and a little applicator for the cream. “That’s so fancy, I usually just slap it on my face with my fingers.”

“Same! Thinking we’re posh fucks, aren’t they?” Y/n grinned, looking at the tiny skincare items, another sip of wine. Chili curled up between the two women. “You looked like you had fun at the concert.”

“It’s so good to be back on the road and I feel like we’ve really found ourselves as a band now. We’ve only played two shows but it’s already my favourite tour. I’m convinced it’s because you’re here, too, by the way, you really fit in with us,” Victoria smiled at her, sipping from the glass, then putting it away on the nightstand and motioning for Y/n to do the same. “Come here, I’m gonna do your face.”

“Ah, I wouldn’t say that. You guys have been absolutely killing it. You got here by your own accomplishments and will, that’s hard to do. I am far more surprised at how well I’ve been able to fit in with you all. I’m, uh, as you can see,” putting the glass away, she scooted to face Victoria, “not as… ‘rock and roll’ and I would have assumed you’d want your assistant to be. But glad I got stuck with you though.”

“Oh, shush,” Vic said, sternly, as she began applying the cream to Y/n’s face. “You fit in just fine. Firstly, I think we definitely need someone to keep us grounded a bit sometimes and secondly, I am absolutely convinced there’s a lot more rock and roll in you than you think - you just wait until you’ve been exposed to us for longer, you’ll see!”

“Well, I agree with the grounded part. You realise that today during breakfast Thomas was climbing on the sofa about to smack your head just to get further in line? That boy does not stop.” She relaxed into Vic’s touch, silently deciding that girls' nights needed to be a more regular thing. This was great. “Ethan said something similar - something about ‘head banging right along with everyone else’. You all have it out for me don’t you?!” She asked, putting on an overly dramatic, surprised look.

“No, he didn’t!” She exclaimed, astounded. “I’m gonna get him back for that tomorrow. Anyway, Ethan was right, you won’t be able to resist our bad influence forever, Y/n! So, have you been to gigs before taking this job, or is this still something new to you?”

“I have been to gigs before, but they were more music festivals, and I was never one for EDM or anything. The heat and lots of glittery, sweaty people drunk on warm beer? No, thank you. Or they would get a new assistant for a tour and the job would end. Not in a bad way, it's just how it is as an assistant. You do your job until they don’t need you anymore.” She shrugged. “I don’t know if it’s the wine or you, but I don’t think I’ve talked this much about myself really since I started this job. Not this particular job, mind you, but the whole P.A. thing.” Y/n chuckled, pulling her hair back into a tighter ponytail to keep out of the way of the fancy skincare.

“Hm, now I just keep thinking of putting glitter on you and getting you in the middle of a good punk gig one of these days,” Vic giggled as she finished up Y/n’s facemask, motioning for her to return the favour. “Let’s make the most of this wine then, I’m going to pour you another glass and you tell me a bit more about yourself.”

Grabbing the little pot of face mask, Y/n gently held Vic’s face, slowly applying the cream. “I’m going to be an alcoholic by the end of the tour, aren’t I? Um, well, I had a boyfriend, he was a prick, we broke up. My best friend lives in London in our old flat. My favourite films are old Hollywood romances. ‘Singing in the rain’, stuff like that. I dunno really. I’m just Y/n. Though I was thinking we should find a way to line Damiano’s trousers so that if they - when they rip apart, you see the lining and not the man’s underwear. Not that I think he cares, actually.” She truly was unable to turn work off completely, even on a night off.

Victoria couldn’t contain the giggle, receiving a scolding look from Y/n, who almost put the cream in her hair by mistake. “Thinking about Damiano’s underwear a lot, huh? Can’t blame you, that man is as pretty as they come. You can be happy they’ve all not gotten to the point where they just hang out on the tour bus in just their boxer shorts, but believe me, that day will come sooner or later!”

“I have not!” She insisted as her face betrayed her, telling a completely different story. “That is unprofessional and objectifying. I hope it doesn’t happen at all. You saw my face before when you all decided to ‘put on a little show’ in the dressing room.” She took the glass from Vic to take a sip. “Anyway.” She started blending out the face mask with fingers, careful not to get it into Victoria’s hair. “Would there be anything you want to know? I am never good at talking about myself.”

Chili nuzzled into Victoria’s leg, getting more needy. “I don’t want to cross any boundaries here, but honestly - why do you work so hard? I’ve only known you for like three days but you never seem to relax, you’re always either busy working for us or working on your projects and when you have a minute to breathe you end up cleaning after us or just going above and beyond taking care of us. I’m not complaining,” she held her hands up, laughing. “It’s great, but it’s a lot, huh?”

“Um… I can’t lie. Not to you or the band. Lying isn’t good for you anyway. But.. I don’t know. Lots of stuff happened before I moved to Italy. Lots of not-so-good stuff. So, I had a lot of reserved pent-up energy, still do. So I had to find ways to put it into things. Now I put it into my work because it’s my new dream. I put it into the band because I care about you. I want to see this tour do well…” Y/n stopped for a moment, caught off guard by the question, looking back and forth between Victoria and her own reflection in the wine. “I want to prove to myself that I can achieve and be successful. I am also a giant workaholic, though, like it’s bad,” she giggled, as Chili now put a paw on Vic’s thigh, demanding attention.

“Well, if you gotta do that whole workaholic thing, I’m glad you’re doing it for us,” Vic smiled, placing a soft hand on Y/n’s arm. “Just make sure to make some time to let loose every now and again. I’m sure any of us would be happy to help you with that.” She turned on her phone to check the time. “I should probably get this mask off now, give me a second,” she explained before getting up and skipping to the bathroom sink.

“Yeah, that’d be good,” Y/n said, also taking note of the time. “Doesn’t Chili need to go out now? There’s no grass on the balcony or I’d let her do her business here.” She stood up, placing the wine glasses on a little counter, trying to force the cork back into the bottle. “Thank you for tonight though, we should make it a thing.”

“Yeah, I’ll take her out for her evening walk now.” Victoria came back, hair slightly damp from where she had washed her face too hastily. “But let’s definitely do this again, next to Ethan you’re like the most calming person on this tour to hang out with.” She moved to give her a hug, only to realise Y/n still had the mask on, so instead, she opted for an awkward shoulder rub and a giggle. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“You do realise it is my job to follow you around and see you tomorrow? Like, that is what I am paid to do. But hell, I’d still do it if it wasn’t my job,” she smiled, nudging Vic’s shoulder. “Now go get Chili out and then get some sleep yeah? Important things like sleep, food, water, everything you people seem to keep forgetting about!”

“Well, that’s what we have you for now, don’t we?” Victoria laughed, picking up a whining Chili and already halfway out the door. “But you get some sleep too! No working through the night, I am ordering you to bed - as your boss!”

“Of course!” Y/n laughed, shutting the door behind the bassist. After taking off her mask, she put the rest of Vic’s leftover wine into her glass and went out onto the balcony with her laptop. Pulling out all the bobby pins and the hair tie, she ran her fingers through her hair, brushing out the knots and letting it hang loose. The light from the sunset had long been gone by the time they had gotten to the hotel. Only street lights and the blue screen were illuminating the space of the balcony. The outdoor space was large enough for a table and chairs. The street down below was faintly noisy as people and cars passed by, but not enough to disturb her peace and quiet.

***

So much for an early night, Damiano thought, staring at the screen of his phone, as Ethan slept soundly in the next bed. With a sigh, he kicked the blanket off his legs, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from the nightstand, and sneaking out onto the balcony without waking his bandmate. Maybe a smoke would help. His eyes drifted from the rather unspectacular view out front to where he noticed movement to his right, only to see Y/n on her own balcony, right next to his.

Y/n was relaxing in her chair, glass of wine in her hands, mouthing the words to something on the computer in front of her. Entirely focused on whatever she was working on, she didn’t notice Damiano’s door opening and closing. She took a drink of her wine, leaving a dark red stain on her lips, then stood up to face the street. Laptop on her arm and looking outward, she mumbled the words on the screen to herself. He just about managed to make out what she was saying.

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,

Who is already sick and pale with brief- Wait, no. Grief. Okay.” She cleared her throat. “Who is already sick and pale with grief. Stupid tiny font is gonna be de death of me,” she mumbled, trying to zoom into the text.

Damiano watched her, a chuckle on his lips, both amused and amazed at seeing her play out the scene on her own. With a quick flick of his lighter, he turned to his cigarette, taking a drag, wide awake. The low light of the moon was illuminating her figure and her hazy movements and for a while he allowed himself to simply be fascinated by her. By the way she moved. Performing fully committed to the open air. Then she made a particularly dramatic, sweeping gesture in her monologue and he knew he couldn’t keep quiet any longer.

“Hey there, Juliet.”

The surprise went through her like an electric shock, she was stumbling over nothing, almost dropping the laptop from her arms, as she turned around towards him so fast, he was sure her hair was going to give her whiplash.

“Ah fuck - Damiano?!” She gasped delicately into the night. “You’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days!”

Hopefully, for very different reasons, he thought to himself.

“Sorry,” he sheepishly replied. “What are you doing? It’s almost 2 am.”

“You know I could very well ask you the same thing.” She looked at him accusingly. “If you didn’t have the day off tomorrow I’d be ordering you back to bed immediately.”

Damiano briefly considered a suggestive comment, but instead, let the cigarette between his lips keep him quiet. Y/n was putting her laptop away now, sinking back down into the lounge chair as he walked over to the edge of his own balcony, leaning over the railing to get a better look at her.

“You know I’ve not forgiven you for your antics at the concert tonight yet,” she suddenly stated, pulling him from his thoughts. The smirk flashed over his face naturally. He wondered if she was blushing again, but the little light the moon and her laptop screen gave off didn’t tell him anything. He was hoping she was.

“I promise I didn’t mean to hit your face with my top,” he laughed.

“But you obviously did mean everything else you did!” An accusing finger was pointed his way. “I did not appreciate that.”

For a second he flinched, wondering if he had gone too far, crossing a boundary. But then she looked back at him with a smile she was obviously trying to push away, unsuccessfully. Glass of wine in her hand, she sauntered over to him, while he put out his cigarette on the railing. She leant over her own railing, mirroring his movements. At a slow pace, like she knew he was watching, she sipped from her glass. His eyes falling to the way her neck was exposed as she threw her head back, tracing the soft skin with his glances until she set down the drink. There was a droplet of red wine on her lip and he wished their balconies were closer together, fantasising about reaching out and wiping it away, feeling just how soft she would be under his touch.

“Not that… I didn’t like it.” She paused. “Also not the first time I’ve been hit in the face with a shirt. So there’s that.” Y/n laughed.

“Now you’ve got me curious - who else would hit you with a shirt? Are you trying to tell me you’ve been to strip clubs?” Damiano laughed. Teasing her came easy to him.

“Dancers. With aim as terrible as yours, Mr. David. And I don’t know if you want the answer to the second question,” she smirked. When they were alone like this, she seemed more at ease. That, or it was the wine. He didn’t know.

“Dancers, huh? Think you could teach me a thing or two? Or, you know, were you just watching, lusting over sexy men?”

“Ah! I would do nothing of the sort. Most of the guys there weren’t into girls anyway. Wouldn’t do me much good… Damiano, I could teach a lot of things. You to dance? God help us all.” She made a dramatic cross across her body, laughter twinkling in her eyes.

“Now, Y/n, I’d let you teach me whatever you wanted,” he winked. “Preferably something… active, hm?” He could keep from laughing as he saw her unimpressed face, staring him down and shaking her head. He’d rile her up for the rest of his life if she gave him the chance.

“I once met this Italian guy, came to the studio. Thought he was God’s gift to dance. But you Italians all have that, bravado, confidence, whatever you wanna call it. Well, after learning the first intermediate step, he fell flat on his face and went back to beginner lessons. You gonna be like that?” Raising a brow at him, she leant further over the railing on her side.

Damiano puffed up his chest, comically, trying to make himself appear bigger in a useless attempt to impress her. “Now, you’ve obviously not met the right Italians yet, amore mio. Sounds to me like you need a real Italian to show you the way.”

Just like this morning, she burst out laughing, letting out cackles that filled the air with joy. “Sorry - not laughing at you. Just thought what you said was funny.” She looked down, and as dark as it was, he could see the same signs he had seen before. Shy expression, holding herself close to her body. The slight panic of not knowing what to say. “You’re real Italian, alright. You seem to always know what to say. Now is that an Italian thing or a Damiano thing?” She asked, sarcastically, to deflect the fact that her face was heating up.

Amore mio…that's what did it. He felt like he was unlocking a single puzzle piece at a time, slowly putting her together and making sense of her. He couldn’t wait to get the whole picture one of these days. “Maybe it’s a you thing,” he simply said. The night was making him strangely comfortable with being honest. “Maybe you just bring it out in me.”

“Eh - I’ve been told I bring out a lot of things, never a savant before.” She was still looking down, at her hands, starting to pick at her nail polish. Some little nervous tick that he hadn’t caught onto till now. “It’s late, you should go to sleep, Dami. I am sure that bed is missing its handsome owner right about now.” She started to look far away, picking up the wine glass and taking the last sip.

He had barely heard what she had said - too focused on her calling him Dami, for the very first time. It was like a little shudder running through him, knowing she was growing closer to him as the time passed. “Are you okay, though? I’m sure my bed will survive without me a little bit longer.”

“Oh, I’ll be fine. Don’t you worry about me, I worry enough as it is. Tomorrow is a day off, so I won’t be waking you up in the morning, bus call isn’t until later. Um, but I will be getting breakfast. Is there anything you would want?”

“As long as it involves coffee, I’m happy. I’m sure you’ll pick out the perfect thing anyway.” Damiano watched as she nodded, moving towards the balcony doors and away from him. He felt like grabbing her just to keep her there. He straightened up as well, just barely backing away from the railing. As she left he looked at the space she once occupied, feeling like he could almost make out the outline of her body where it once had been.

Amore mio...

[bridgyrose]

As Weiss and Blake get closer Blake starts having nightmares where Weiss' eyes turn into Adams (and Weiss herself into Adam). Eventually she wakes Weiss up with one of her nightmares and her princess comforts her.

(Alright, you want some hurt/comfort, you got it)

Blake took a step back as she looked at Weiss, watching as the familiar scar started to turn into a SDC brand. “Are you feeling okay, Weiss?” 

“I have never felt any better, my love,” Weiss said, her voice dripping with venom as her smile shifted slightly. “But its time for you to come back to me.” 

“I-I… I never left…” Blake took another step back, feeling the edge of the roof of the train car with the heel of her shoe, hand resting on her weapon. “What’s going on?” 

“I’m taking you back to the White Fang, where you belong with me.” 

Blake could only watch in horror as Weiss’ face distorted to look more like Adam’s, a mask covering her eyes as her hair reddened and horns started to grow out of her forehead. She quickly pulled Gambol Shroud off her hip, hands shaking as she pulled the trigger to hear a soft *click*. 

“You never should’ve left me, Blake.” The Weiss Adam amalgamation rushed over to her, hand on the hilt of it’s sword as it finally finished shifting into Adam, holding Blake by the collar of her shirt. “You left me, tossed me away like I was nothing to you. Didnt you like what we had, my darling? We could’ve had everything. Humans were fearing us, we were finally making progress, but you had to throw that all away, didnt you?” 

“That isnt what I wanted!” Blake pulled the trigger again and again, only hearing the soft *click* from the empty cartridge. “You started killing people to make progress. I… I couldnt keep doing that.” 

“Then let me make sure that you never have to worry about that again!” 

Blake quickly pulled out her blade to defend herself as she watched Adam rush towards her, red blade flashing in front of her eyes as she used her semblance to get behind him. She could feel her blade press against his neck, hand shaking as she watched blood start to run down his throat. 

“Blake? Blake!” 

Blake stayed still for a moment as she listened to Adam’s voice call her name, then she felt a rough hand on her shoulder as she blinked, snapping out of the nightmare she was in. She froze as she stared down at Weiss, hand against her chest and sharpened blade to her throat. Her hand shook as she pulled away, panting as she let go of her blade and listened to it hit the ground with a clatter. “I… sorry.” 

“This isnt the first time you’ve woken up like this,” Weiss said as she sat up, pulling Blake close to her. “Another nightmare?” 

Blake nodded quietly, pressing into Weiss. “Yeah, another nightmare.” 

“Want to talk about it?” 

“Not… not tonight.” 

Weiss sighed and gently rubbed Blake’s side. “Are you ever going to talk about your nightmares? They’ve been getting more frequent and… I’m worried about you.” 

Blake glanced at her blade on the ground, her hand starting to shake again as she swore she saw Adam’s mask staring back at her. “I’ll… I’ll be fine-” 

“But what if you hurt someone next time?” Weiss looked away. “You and I both know that I’m not the only one that’s woken up to a blade to her throat. You did it with Ruby in our first month here, then with Yang shortly after. But now, since we’ve been trying to… date… its been more frequent. A blade to my throat, gripping my arm just a little too hard, waking up with bruising you dont remember… I… I want to understand what you’re going through.” 

Blake went quiet and slowly picked her blade up off the ground, her heart thumping in her chest. Just to make sure she was awake, she slowly pressed the blade against her arm, wincing as the blade cut through her skin and blood dripped down her arm. “I… I cant… I dont want to talk about it.” 

“Does it have to do with the White Fang? And why you’re obsessed with finding out what they’re planning?” 

Blake winced, then nodded quietly. “I dont see why they’d work with a human and Ad- the White Fang has to have another goal here. A goal that we’re not seeing.” 

“Or they’re just causing problems to be a problem” Weiss sighed and kissed Blake’s cheek. “But you cant keep pushing yourself like you have been. I’ll help you find answers but we need to take a break from this. You still need to sleep and neither of us will become huntresses if you fail any more classes. But I’ll always be here for you.” 

Blake relaxed a bit and pressed into Weiss, hand still shaking as she put her blade on the nightstand next to the bed. She looked around the Beacon dorm, knowing she was safe but still feeling fear lingering in her mind. If she could come in as a student, what about other White Fang agents? What if there was another one already in her classes, waiting for her to slip up, waiting to bring her back? 

“We will always be here for you.” Weiss gently pet Blake’s thigh to help calm her. “You have your team willing to back you up no matter what.” 

“Its… its more complicated than that,” Blake said, her voice shaking for a moment when she thought she saw another pair of blue eyes staring at her from the corner of the room. She blinked and the eyes went away, her fingers shaking once more. “If the White Fang are working with Roman, who’s to say that they arent here too?” 

“Then you get some rest and be ready for tomorrow.” 

Blake paused at the answer, looking at Weiss. “You’re… not going to call me paranoid?” 

“You are, but telling you that isnt going to solve anything. Blake, I love you, but you’ve been running off less sleep than Ruby does on the weekends when she and Yang have those movie marathons. You need to sleep, you need to eat, and more importantly, you need to rest. Do you really think you’re in any condition right now to fight anyone from the White Fang if they are here?” 

“Well… no…” 

“Then rest so you can be ready.” Weiss laid back down, pulling Blake down with her. “Ruby and Yang will be back from Patch in the morning and then we can take a trip into Vale and see if we can find out more about the White Fang’s plans. But until then, you need to sleep so you can be ready for it. Will you please get some sleep? For me?” 

Blake laid down with Weiss and pressed into her, seeing Adam in front of her for a brief moment before he faded away in the shadows. Her heart was still racing, her breathing still shallow, but she closed her eyes and pulled her blanket over her. “Rest, then Vale.” 

Weiss put an arm around Blake. “I’ll keep you safe tonight.” 

[hwangsies]

just the two of us

pairing: idol!lee minho × idol!f reader

warnings: smut as in, masturbation (f), softdom!minho (?), choking, thigh riding, somewhat denied orgasm i guess lol, swearing and bad descriptions of dancing

wc: idk maybe 2k?

enjoy <3

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"hi guys, im on my way to the jyp building right now" you speak into the vlogging camera.

"...where i'm meeting stray kids lee know sunbaenim to study a choreography for us to perform at the upcoming awardshow" you smile into the camera, holding a thumbs up as you try to conceal your nervousness.

You know that the vlog isnt going to be released until after the show so you dont have to worry about spoiling anything.

"I'll see you guys later" you wave into the camera before handing it back to your manager who lets you know that you'll be there in about 10 minutes.

The only thing you're worried about is meeting a certain very handsome main dancer you may or may not have been biasing since his debut, which was about six months before your group had theirs.

So naturally, when your group grew big with you as their maindancer, and the organizers of the awardshow suggested that you and minho get together for a collaboration stage, you freaked.

Once you pull up to the jyp building, you can make out dispatch paparazzi and roll your eyes.

Your manager just reminds you to ignore them before getting out and opening the door for you.

Quickly you grab your bag and pull your jackets hood over your head.

They start calling your name but you and your team are quick to be inside of the building.

The nice woman behind the front desk gives your manager acsess cards as you look around to see the young camera woman on your team is already pointing the vlog camera on you so you wave into the camera.

Outside you see a crowd of fans also waving and pointing their phones at you through the large glass windows so you also wave back at them; laughing when one of them sends you a flying kiss, so you send one back.

"lets go y/n" your manager speaks to you, and you nod, waving goodbye to the fans before disappearing from their eyes as you step into an elevator.

Inside the elevator you check yourself out in the large mirror, pulling back your hood and smoothing out your hair.

"how do i look?" You ask your manager at which she grins "you look good, relax"

You sigh and nod, clearing your throat as to avoid a voice crack later.

When the elevator doors open, you see the famous dance practice rooms, that are named after big musicians on each side of the hall.

The door to the Madonna room is open and your manager leads the way.

Once you walk in you see another camera pointed at you, minho is standing in the middle of the room.

He as well has a camera pointed at him, he smiles when you lock eyes and bows.

You bow back when he walks towards you; extending his hand, you shake it.

"I'm Minho, nice to meet you" he smiles, he looks even better in person you think.

He's wearing light makeup but you can see that his skin is smooth underneath and his eyes seem even bigger and spraklier in person.

"Y/n, hi, nice to meet you" you bow again, partly to hide your blushing face.

After a minute of somewhat awkward smalltalk you hand your jacket and bag to your manager and the choreographer positions the two of you.

You had already memorized your part of the dance from the video he sent you and minho (you're assuming), now you just had to practice it together.

He makes you stretch to warm up before starting the music to see how much the two of you know of the dance.

Everything goes smoothly and the choreographer praises the both of you.

"lets go ahead and try the lift, im assuming you didnt practice that yet?" He asks.

"no" minho shakes his head, you do as well.

"okay minho, you hold her here" he takes minhos hand and places it on your waist.

"and on the inner thigh so you can spin her better" he explains, your mind starts running though.

What if he feels your inner thigh fat, or even worse, what if you sweat excessively and he slips and drops you.

Your thoughts get disrupted when minho carefully wraps his arm around you to grap onto your thigh.

"is that okay?" He asks from behind you, the little hairs on your neck rising.

"yea" you nod.

"okay, on my count" the choreographer speaks up "one, two..three and up!"

You tense your body when you feel him lifting you, your arms raise on their own accord, legs stiffening to create an aesthetic sillouette.

"very nice" the choreographer claps after minho lets you back down.

"lets take a break" one of the jyp staff members announces.

"you were great" you feel minhos hand graze your arm, your head whips around.

"oh, thank you" you smile sheepishly "so were you" earning a grin from him.

"thanks" he nods, grabbing a bottle of water before giving you one as well.

"thanks" you say, opening it and taking a few sips.

He watches you for a second before doing the same.

"hey, you guys" a young jyp staff woman comes up to you "we're gonna do a little sit down q&a moment, to give the fans some more interaction alright?" she explains, leading you guys to sitdown on the large sofa in the back of the room.

She moves back behind the cameras "so we're gonna be really casual okay? Im gonna throw in some questions and you just answer them"

You and minho nod, looking at each other before looking back at her.

"okay, so have you ever met before?"

"uh- well" you look at minho, he nods, encouraging you to talk "we've seen eachother at music shows, when we were with our members but we never talked" you say.

Minho nods.

"What did you think when you heard of this collaboration?"

Minho starts "i was excited because i think y/n has great stage presence and is a very talented dancer, so i think i could learn a thing or two from her"

"oh, thank you" you huff, surpressing a giggle as you bow slightly.

"What about you, y/n?"

"Uhm- well i was a little scared to be honest because he's really talented himself" you look over at him, so see he's smiling onto the ground "but also because i've been a fan of his since skz debuted so..."

"really?"

-

After coming back to the dorm and your members pressing you for every detail of what it was like to meet him and dance with him, you hop straight in the shower.

The warm water prickles at your face before you turn around, letting it run down your back.

You cant stop thinking about the feeling of his hands on your body, they were so strong and warm.

Or the one part of the chorepgraphy where you grind back into him and feel his muscular thighs flexed against the back of your own.

Not to mention his pretty smile and plump rosy lips, you would bet everything that he's a phenomenal kisser.

Your hand is trailing down your body as you imagine it was his, gently running over your mound before dipping into your folds.

A whimper slips past your lips out of frustration, its been way to long since someone had his way with you.

The idol life doesnt always leave time for that, but you can imagine what it would be like if you let minho have his way with you.

Your fingers start rubbing cirlces into your clit as you imagine him being the one to do it to you; kissing down your neck with his plump lips before toying at your nipples with his tongue.

You feel the way your belly tightens when you tink about how he would talk dirty; you dont know what would turn you on more, him calling you a good girl or a filthy little slut.

Would he let you cum right now or drag it out so your could cum around his cock? Damn you bet he has a gorgeous cock, everything on that man has got to be perfect.

And the way his dancer hips would snap into you would definetly be the thing to push you over the edge.

Your head rolls back and you bite your lip as to not let out a sound when your orgasm finally hits.

Your legs quiver a little when you ride out your high.

It wasnt the most earthshattering orgasm you've ever experienced but it did its job in satisfying you a little.

Clean and dry again, you let yourself fall onto your bed, sighing before you climb underneath your sheets.

Grabbing your phone from your nighstand, you see a message from an unknown number pop up.

unknown number : hey y/n -received at 9:56 pm

unknown number : its minho :) -received at 9:57 pm

Your heart skips a beat when the second one pops up, slowly you slide the message and land in the chat.

Whats a cool way to say hi back? hey?....no

sup? oh hell no

hiii....definetly not.

you: hi :) -sent at 9:58 pm

Good one, y/n.

you: how did you get my number? -sent at 9:58 pm

minho : my manager pulled a few strings lol, how are u? -received at 10:00 pm

you : im fine, a little tired ,hbu? -sent at 10:00 pm

Shit, yea go ahed y/n be the driest texter in the world no biggie, its not like this is lee minho.

minho: aww practice was to hard? lol im feeling fine -received at 10:01 pm

minho: jkjk lol the real reason im texting you is to ask if you want to meet up again -received at 10:02

Excuse me?

minho: yk, to practice but without all the cameras and people -received at 10:02

Okay, y/n calm down, dont answer yet. Dont make him think you're desperate to meet him again even though you are.

you: yea, sure. when are you free? -sent at 10:05

Very chill, nice job.

minho: im actually off the day after tomorrow, hbu? -received at 10:06 pm

you: i can make that work in the evening -sent at 10:06 pm

And there goes not looking desperate.

minho: nice, meet me here around 6 then? -received at 10:08 pm

minho has shared a location

minho: its an old dance studio, i know the owner :) -recieved at 10:08 pm

you: alright, see you then :) -sent at 10:09 pm

minho: good night y/n :) -sent at 10:09 pm

Do you send a good night back?...no, that would be too much...right?

You sigh and drop your phone next to you on your bed, your fists rubbing at your eyes.

There is no way you'll be able to sleep the next two nights.

-

It has been getting warmer recently, so you are surprised when the weather turns its back on you and suddenly blows icy wind against your face.

And you thought you had chosen wisely when only putting on a hoodie over your shirt.

You check your phone to see that you arrived at minhos sent location, yet there is no dance studio in sight.

Shivering, you turn around to search for signs on doors when you hear the door behind you opening.

"hey, in here" minho grins when you stumble around.

You look up at the building and look down at him.

"hi" you smile, somewhaþ confusedly.

"come in" he holds the door open for you.

"this building looks like its gonna get torn down soon" you say, still shivering a little as you look at minho, who's only sporting grey sweatpants and a black tshirt.

"it is" minho nods, looking around "sadly, i love coming here" he adds before looking back at you.

"still cold?" he asks, approaching you before rubbing over your arms with his hands.

"ye-huh" you interrupt yourself, gulping harshly when his cologne creeps up your nose.

He grins "better?" You nod, forcing a smile "yea, thanks"

An hour later, you are deeply immersed in the dance when you stumble at the same spot again, for the nth time.

"fuck" you aggrevatedly run your hand through your hair, angry at yourself for not getting this turn down the way it should look.

"I'm sorry, im usually not this bad i j-"

"you're not bad y/n" minho giggles, shaking his head "its alright, sometimes a move just doesnt work at first"

You huff out some air "im just nervous" you shake your head "i've never done a stage like this and i dont want to disappoint people"

"its normal to be nervous" minho stops the music before coming up behind you "just dont let it overpower the fun part"

He moves some hair from your shoulder "plus its just the two of us right now, and you cant disappoint me" he smiles softly, heat rushing to your cheeks.

"try positioning your hips..." he places his hands on your hips before gently rotating them to the left "... more like this before turning" he explains ,eyes locking in the mirror.

For a second, the only thing you can hear is your own heartbeat as his hands move up a little and linger on the exposed skin of your waist.

"okay" you breathe "lets try it from the top"

"yea?"

"yea" you nod.

The music starts again and your body takes over for you, you kick and jump and turn.

Minho lifts you like its nothing and before you know it, you do the turn exactly like you're supposed to.

The music stops and your breathing fills the silence before the euphoria of getting every single step down perfectly reaches your brain.

You squeal excitedly and clap before falling into minhos arms.

He stiffens at your touch and you immediately let go "i- i'm sorry- i dont know why-"

Suddenly, he lounges forwards and presses his plush lips against yours.

It takes you a second to register whats happening, but when his hands encase your waist, you sling your arms around his neck to pull him even closer.

An approving moan tears from minhos throat before he backs you up untill you feel the cold mirror pressed against your back.

You part your lips and let his tongue roll against yours , his hands roaming over your body.

Everything his happening so fast you cant track where they're going, first they're at your ass then one of them squeezes at your boob; and now it trails up your neck and wraps itself around it as he kisses down the other side.

You feel like your nerve endings are on fire everywhere his hands and lips wander, your eyes fluttering shut as you moan out his name.

He nips at your collarbone before coming back to your lips "i've wanted to do this since the second i saw you" his hand around your neck tightens protectively and you feel yourself clench.

"me too" you whisper before he crashes his lips to yours again, your hand tightening in his thick brown hair as the other clings to his shoulder.

A firm thigh lodges itself between your legs and you feel brave so you roll your hips into it. The ache thats building up in your clit, getting released a little.

Shamelessly you whimper against his lips.

He sucks your bottom lip inbetween his before breaking the kiss again, looking down at your ministrations.

"dirty girl" he grins, releasing your neck and placing both hands on your hips and helping you grind against his thigh.

Your head falls back against the mirror when the fabric of your cotton thong gets rubbed against your clit in just the right way. An almost pornographic moan leaves your lips, "fuck" you whine, locking eyes with minho again.

"god i wanna do so many bad things to you" he grunts, at which you swear you gushed a little more into your panties.

You see his cock straining through the flattering grey sweat material, your hand wandering towards it but he catches it.

"cum on my thigh and you'll get it" he promises, grinning when another high pitched moan spills from your pretty lips.

A sudden loud ringing makes you flinch, and minhos head whips around before removing himself from you.

"wha-?" you mumble confusedly.

He takes his phone and answers the incoming call.

"Hi, hyung" he speaks, turning around "i went for a run, yea-sorry...yea okay...okay bye" he hangs up.

"Who-?" you attempt to speak but your mind is still fuzzy as he throws his backpack over his shoulder and grabs his sweater before coming back to you.

"My manager" he says, taking your hand "i have to go"

"Oh-"

"I'm sorry" he kisses your lips "you want me to take you to your dorm?"

"No- no i dont want you to get in trouble" you shake your head.

"Sure?" He tilts his head.

"Yea, of course, im good" you nod, a smile tugging at your lips because he looks really cute with his messed up hair and puffy lips.

"Here" he gives you his sweater "im sure its colder now"

"you'll get cold though" you hold it up.

"nah, i'm hot blooded" he quips, leaning down to lock lips again.

More lingering this time, you feel you stomach churn with butterflies when he moves to your cheek.

"i'm not finished with you" he whispers into your ear, winking before walking out the door.

-

a/n: ik im supposed to be writing zephyr but this popped in my head and wrote itself so easily i was like👁👄👁 anyways hope u liked it🥰 not proofread so i just know there are thousands of spelling errors in there😍😍