lovethathair

[hymnserendipity]

Mikey, netflix and chill

Smut, Age up, no gender mentioned

Lately Mikey had become passionate about one TV series in particular, Sweet Home. You saw her with him, eating popcorn during breaks from work when he didn't have to train for motorbike races. But he was often tired in the evenings, so those were also the times when you could be more intimate and when you both had more energy.

As you smirked and began to tease him by lowering his pants, Mikey's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't expected you to act so boldly all of a sudden as soon as the episode had finish. "Whoa, hey now," he said, his voice laced with both amusement and a hint of desire. "What do you think you're doing there, huh?" You show him your tongue, teasing him.

"Can i, pretty please?" Mikey let out a soft chuckle, unable to resist your plea, especially when you looked at him with such a cute, pleading expression.

"You're impossible to say no to, you know that?" he said, shaking his head in mock annoyance. "Fine, go ahead. But be gentle, yeah?"

You accidentally hurt him ONCE, but he will never forget it. You start with the lenght, teasing him with your tongue and hands, then pass to the tip already dropping pre cum.

As you began to work her magic, Mikey leaned back on the bed, his eyes half-lidded as he watch you. A low, contented sigh escaped him, his body responding to your touch. "Damn...you know just how I like it" he muttered, his voice slightly strained. He reached out, his hand gently tangling in your hair, wanting to feel more of your. A sense of pleasure and tension coiled within him, his breathing becoming slightly heavier as you took all his lenght on your mouth, stuffing it while you twist your tongue. "Keep going like that..." he warned, his eyes darkening with desire. You smirk at him from lower, stop working and lowering your pants to go on top of him with. Mikey couldn't help but groan as you straddled him, your smirk driving him wild. The sight of you sitting on top of him, riding up your thighs, sparked a surge of desire through him.

"You're playing a dangerous game here, you know that?" he said, his voice low and strained. "Teasing me like that is going to have consequences, you know"

"I'm going to be the top now!!" You were so feisty and determined, it was a major turn on for him. "Oh, really now?" he teased, a hint of challenge in his voice. "You think you can handle being on top, huh? Let's see what you've got" As you start to kiss his neck, Mikey's breath hitched in his throat. You were so bold, so uninhibited, it took every ounce of his self-control not to fully surrender in that moment.

"We're not going to use any protection, huh?" he murmured, his voice huskier than usual. "You're really pushing your luck now"

"Hmm okay, maybe you're right" you stoo and open the drawer. Mikey couldn't help but feel a mix of disappointment and satisfaction. He loved your feisty side, but he also knew the importance of safety.

"Wise choice," he said, his voice a little breathless. "As much as I love your recklessness, we should still be careful, we should not make a mess." Mikey watched as you put on the condom on him, his eyes dark with desire.

"Now, where were we.." he murmured, his hands reaching out to caress your hips, pulling you closer again. You couldnt resist to be on top, and you start bounching. His moans fills the room as you both finish quickly, the excitement was too much the two of you didnt had much stamina for that round.

After your passionate encounter, Mikey and you lay cuddled up together. His arms wrapped around you, he felt a sense of contentment and peace wash over him. He gently stroked your hair, his touch tender and loving.

[thescarletnargacuga]

PENDULUM Epilogue

A TIME CAPSULE AU ONESHOT CONTINUATION

AU credit: @mangotangerinepastry @the-amazing-digital-time-capsule

A/N: sooooo Mango shared a little tidbit of information I didn't know about her AU. Pomni and Gangle are ROOMMATES... oh no.

WARNING: none, just teasing friends

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Gangle stayed out late hanging out with Ragatha and Kinger. It was nice to have time to just relax with good conversation when they were finally off the clock. Now, she wanted to go to bed. The light to her and Pomni's room was out, so she figured Pomni had gone to bed already.

She quietly opened the door and tip-toed into the room. As she passed Pomni's bed, she did a double take. There were TWO figures in Pomni's bed. In the very faint light of a nightlight on her own nightstand she could make out the unmistakable silhouette of Caine laying next to Pomni. He was fully clothed and on top of her sheets, but they were still holding one another in a comforting embrace.

She held her hands over her mouth to muffle the gasp she involuntarily made. She danced silently in place, freaking out over what she was witnessing. She'd noticed how Pomni and Caine would look at one another, and even how they spoke. It was very obvious to her that they were attracted to one another but couldn't express it thanks to BUBLE's rules.

After her little freak out, she was suddenly stuck with a dilemma. What does she do now? Should she just go to bed and pretend she saw nothing? Should she find somewhere else to sleep? Pomni wouldn't just forget that she sleeps here too, right?

She felt a little awkward going to bed knowing that those two would get up and interact with her in the morning. So, she grabbed a blanket and a pillow and slept in the closet. It was surprisingly comfortable, her spindly body fit easily in the smaller space.

~

Caine woke first, then woke Pomni. They both needed to get ready for work. He stood, stretched and straightened his wrinkled vest.

Pomni got up and started pulling out her performing clothes. "Thank you, for staying with me last night. I really needed you- IT. It... So, thanks." She flustered at her slip, brushing bed head hair out of her eyes.

Caine was better at hiding his fluster from what she said, but it still makes his chest feel fuzzy. "It was my pleasure, Pomni. I'm glad you're feeling a bit better this morning. I've got to run, but I look forward to hearing your performances today. They make my days better."

Pomni gave him a smile, her heart melting.

As Caine was on his way out, in of the corner of his eye, he noticed a second bed in the room. Then a cold Spike of panic hit him. He completely forgot...Gangle sleeps here too. The bed was empty, where was she? Maybe he got lucky and she didn't come back to the room last night. Maybe she stayed with someone else. He walked a bit faster out the door.

Gangle burst from the closet. "I KNEW IT!!"

Pomni let out a short scream, throwing her hairbrush across the room. "AH!! Wha- Gangle!?!? What are you doing in the closet???"

"Uh, because this is my room too?? Did that little detail slip your mind??? Never mind, we're not talking about me! YOU AND CAINE!? HELLO!?"

Pomni went bright pink. "It's not what it looks like! Nothing happened! We just- he- I needed-....ugh." She sighed heavily, facepalming. "I'm sorry, Gangle. I was in such a state yesterday that I didn't consider how you'd feel about me inviting Caine to stay. Were you in the closet all night?"

"Yes, and it was rather cozy. I might do it again. BUT LIKE I SAID, WE'RE NOT TALKING ABOUT ME!! You ACTUALLY invited him to STAY in your BED!? How uncharacteristically reckless of you." Gangle teased. "I don't mind, but give a girl a little warning. I almost had a heart attack when I saw him there last night."

"You- you saw-"

"Mmhm" Gangle's smirk grew. "You two got rather cuddly. It was adorable."

Pomni's pink cheeks darkened. "Please, don't tell anyone. I don't want Caine to get in trouble on my behalf. Not again."

Gangle ran her ribbon hand over her lopsided mouth. "I'm a woman of my word. What happens off the clock, stays off the clock. You better hurry up and get dressed, your boyfriend's waiting for you to play for him." She bounced her eyebrows.

Pomni wanted to scream from embarrassment. "We're not in any kind of relationship. He just...I needed some comfort last night. That's all."

"Uh-huh, and I'm the Queen of England." Gangle sarcastically replied. "Next time you have him over, put a sock or something on the doorknob. I need to know if I should go bunk with Ragatha for the night."

Pomni grabbed a pillow and screeched into it.

[yourlocalsmutslut]

The high (pt.2)

pairing: Louis Tomlinson x reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: smut, swearing, praise kink

A/N: first time writing smut, so if it's shit, I'm sorry. Also it's not prof read.

The rest of the show felt like eternity. But the last song started playing. finally. Louis looks over at you with a face you've never seen. His eyes have darkened since the last time you've seen them, and you can't help but feel more turned on by it.

The song has ended and we are all saying our goodbyes to the fans. When walking off the stage you can feel Louis staring at you. Intensely. You're so worked up and Louis isn't helping one bit. All you want to do is jump on him and fuck him right here, not even caring if everyone sees. But you decide that maybe that's a bit too much. Just when you've calmed down a but Louis has the nerve to talk to you. "I can see how worked up you are. Just wait until I actually touch you, pretty girl", fuck. Now you're dripping. You have no clue how much longer you can last.

Louis sees the frustration and lust in your face and he enjoys it so much. He enjoys the way he can have you so hot and bothered by just a couple words. He can't help but smirk. And you see it. The smirk. The one that completely destroys you. shit. god, just touch me already, you think to yourself. "You're so hot when you're auroused", Louis whispers in your ear with a slutty tone. "Shut the fuck up", you reply, agitated. You're about 2 seconds from ripping his clothes off and he's not helping one bit.

Thank god you've just arrived at the hotel. finally. I can't wait t- "Hey, we're gonna hang out up in my room. Ya wanna come?" Liam interrupts your thought. Before you can process what he said Louis responds with "Nah man, I'm actually proper tired", yes. "How 'bout you, y/n?", Liam asks. "Mh, I'm exhausted, but we can hang out tomorrow !" "Alright, see you two tomorrow"

Louis and you walk to the elevator. Both of you step in and you press the number 3, indicating the 3rd floor. As soon as the door closes, Louis slams you against the elevator wall. fuck yes. "You've got me so worked up I can barely speak y/n", he says with a rushed voice. He wants you bad. Needs you. Craves you. He suddenly smashes his lips on yours. Your mouths combing. Moving in sync. Like this is how it's meant to be. You can't help but moan into the kiss when he sticks his tongue in your mouth. Roaming and exploring it like it's his property. He kisses down to your neck. Once he reaches it he sucks and bites. Marking you as his. He's an animal. "I need you in me. Please", you beg. And as soon as he was about to do something the elevator doors open.

He takes your hand and rushes to your room. The key card swipes and the door opens. And with that opens a hungry, deprived Louis. Without a second thought he pulls you to the bed. You're laying on the bed whilst he's towering over you. Kissing you. So hard. So hungry. Needy. It's everything you've ever imagined. He detaches his lips from yours. A whine slips from your mouth only making his hunger grow. "Clothes off. Now" You immediately start taking your clothes off, eager to feel him. Once you're fully naked he admires you. "God you're beautiful", making you blush. He swiftly takes his top off, allowing you to see his gorgeous body. You can't take it anymore. "please" you say with desperation. "Please what, baby?" you whine. "Use your words beautiful" this man is something else. "Please touch me. Fill me. Do anything. I just need you", you plead. "Oh, baby, I'm going to touch you everywhere" He takes his pants off. His hard dick more visible than ever.

He kisses you again. This one more passionate. Slower but just as good. He kisses your jaw, moving to your neck, down to your breasts. One he reaches your breasts he sucks your left nipple vigorously. As his tongue works on the left, his hands kneads the right. You moan at the feeling. But it's not enough. You need more. And just like he read you mind, he moves down. Right near where you need him most. He kisses your thighs. Slowly moving closer to your aching vagina. Then, without warning, he sucks on your clit. The unexpected feeling making you moan loudly. Your moans only turn Louis on more. He needs to hear it again. So he continues to work. Sucking and nipping at your clit. "Oh fuck baby. This f-feels so good", you barely manage to get the sentence out. Louis grunts. Loving the way he makes you feel. He slides his tongue across your folds. Tasting you. "You taste amazing", his words ringing in your ears. He sticks two fingers in you. The moan you let out echoing against the walls. "Fuck babe. Your pretty noises are making me so hard" You moan louder at the thought of his dick. He continues to pump his fingers in you, never slowing down. Hitting your g-spot every time his fingers thrust into you. You feel the familiar sensation in your stomach riding, indicating you're about to cum. Louis knows it by the way your pussy is clenching around his fingers. You moan out, "I'm about to come Louis" "I know, love. C'mon, give it to me." And with that you came undone. Your high hitting you. You moan and whine at the amazing sensation. Feeling so euphoric. Louis continues to pump his fingers into you, carrying you through your high.

Once you've calmed down he pulls his fingers out, making you whine. He kisses you and you're able to taste yourself on him. He using one hand to cup your face and the other to hold his body weight up. "You did so good f'me, love. Think you have another round in you?" You nod, unable to form words from his previous actions. "Good girl" He pulls his boxers down and you're finally able to see him. wow. He's bigger than you expected. Much bigger. "Take a picture, it'll last long" Louis says with a wink. Making you blush. You didn't even notice you were staring until he pointed it out. He leans over you and lines himself up with your entrance. Before he's able to enter, you cup his face and kiss him passionately. The kiss so breathtaking. He slowly slides into you making you moan into the kiss, allowing him to stick his tongue into your mouth. Once he bottoms out he slowly pulls out and then goes back in. "Fuck. Your pussy is so tight." He grunts, the feeling making him crazy.

Once you've adjusted to his size, the slow pace is agonizing. "Faster" Louis doesn't hesitate to go faster. He thrusts into you hard and fast. "Oh god!", you scream. Both of your curses and moans fill the room. He reaches down and rubs your clit. The sensation is building up in your stomach once again. Your pussy throbs and clenches onto his dick. Louis leans down and whispers praises into your ear. "You're doing so good." "You're so fucking beautiful like this", the praises only making your pussy flutter more. He continues to thrust hard into you as he sucks onto your neck. Leaving bruises. Marking his territory. With his pace it's only a matter of seconds until you cum again. Your moans and whines becoming louder. "Hold on babe, I'm almost there", he grunts into your ear. A few deep thrusts later and he says 'Now. Cum for me darling", the minute the words leave his mouth you come undone. Louis didn't cum too long after. Both of you reaching your highs. Louis slowed down as both of you settled down. He slowly pull out and flops next to you. Both of you in a hazy state. After a minute of laying there, Louis speaks up, "God, you're beautiful" You didn't even know he was looking at you because you're so fucked out. You turn to him flustered and kiss him. This kiss was much different. It wasn't needy, it was contentment. In that moment both of you know that you never want leave each others side.

[femmmie]

Ian's Day: Ian and Anthony going on holiday together and being generally adorable?

Oh yes, and they definitely will go on holiday together. I feel it in my SPLEEN! Anyway,

Walnut Grove

Words: 1.397

Genre: general, a bit of fluff

Ian drove. Anthony was trying to make sense of a huge paper road map, spread all over the dashboard. He giggled.

"I'm so clueless and directionally challenged, we're so going to end up in a weird fucked up place!"

"Anthony, we are on holiday. There are no wrong turns. Just... adventure! Ian cracked a sideways smile at Anthony, who accepted the reassurance and sighed happily.

"No work, no social media, no phones! What a life!"

"Truly."

"I did a thing like this with a group of influencers a few years back. I thought I would go insane, it was so bad. But with you, it actually feels good, natural."

"You went on a group holiday with influencers?" Ian jokingly scrunched his nose and brows like Anthony had said something gross.

"Yeah, I did that."

"Hey, I'm just teasing ya. I actually feel the same. This is so nice." He sighed as well. "No frickin' avalanche of information directed at you at all times. And, haha, no corporate emails!!"

"No corporate emails!! Hell yes. It's like we're teenagers again."

"Ha! No teen has a beard as sick as mine!"

"True, or tens of thousands of dollars worth of tattoos."

"Geez, were they that expensive?"

"If you add everything up, yeah, they were."

"Well, Anthony, I think they add something unique to you, nobody has something like that. And I love that for you."

"Thanks! Oh, in a few miles, turn right."

"Thanks, buddy."

The land stretched seemingly endlessly around their rented Ford Mustang. It was clear blue skies, yellow grass and black trees to infinity. Hours passed and the sun began to set, when they approached their destination. The scenery had slightly changed, like minimal music, to include more and alive trees under a clear but darkening sky.

"Okay, the map says we have to take a left in a few miles, I can barely see anymore in this twilight. Let's hope we get there alright!"

Ian chuckled. "Imagine we get lost and run out of fuel, and have to just sleep on the side of the road."

"That sounds like the start of a horror movie!"

"Yeah, let's hope it doesn't come to that."

Sure enough, a large roadside billboard appeared with a big arrow pointing left. Green on white letters said 'Walnut Grove Resort'.

"Yes! We've made it!" Anthony yelled excitedly. They drove up a rickety driveway, along all kinds of holiday cabins. Rarely any had the lights on inside.

"Ours is number 31.."

They squinted through the dark, but finally, they found their house. It was right by a lake. Ian parked, and they jumped out of the car.

"This is awesome!"

Ian got a little key out of an envelope and they got into their house. It was very roomy and probably had an excellent view of the water and the forest that surrounded it. But it was so dark outside that they couldn't see anything.

Anthony walked around. "Wow, look at this room, look at the wooden walls, the high ceiling, the..."

"Fireplace!!" Ian jumped and made a victorious gesture, he walked to the fireplace and started to put blocks of wood into it, starting a fire. Anthony walked around some more. There was a huge bedroom with two beds and an en suite bathroom. There even was a second bedroom and another separate toilet. The kitchen was a bit old timey but large and when he opened the fridge, he saw it was fully stacked, just like they had ordered. Anthony did a little happy dance. Walking back into the living room, the fire was already crackling and Ian had taken seat on an incredibly comfortable looking fauteuil. Anthony lay down on the couch.

"You know what's funny?" Anthony asked.

"What?"

"If we would have our phones with us, we'd be scrolling right now! We wouldn't be able to truly enjoy this amazing house or even our holiday because we would be semi-working again!"

'You're so right. You know, everyone worries about AI taking over the world, but what part of people's lives isn't dictated by an algorhitm COMPLETELY, already right now?"

"I hadn't even thought of that. That's crazy."

"This fireplace is so fucking dope."

"I feel SO relaxed!"

"Yeah, me too, I'm already recovered from driving so long. I'm just chilling now."

They sat and lay about for a couple of hours just like that, and as the fire finally went out, Anthony stood up from the couch.

"Ian?"

"Yeah?"

"Let's go on a hike!"

"Bro, it's the middle of the night!"

"Yeah, dude! Dude... we might see her!" Anthony said this so suggestively that Ian laughed out loud."

"Who?"

"The Milky Way!"

"Is that a she?"

"Oh for sure. And she's gorgeous. I've never seen her in person yet though. It's been a life long dream."

"Well, how can I refuse that! Let's go live your dream, Anthony!"

They went outside where it was pitch-black. Anthony brought a flashlight but it only cast a small light on the path before them. They strolled along the path of the resort, alongside the lake. Then the road led out of the park and into the woods.

"I mean, this might be the end of us, Anthony. 'Last seen near their holiday home, Ian and Anthony mysteriously disappeared!' It's SO dark oh my god!"

"My eyes are adjusting to the dark though, are yours? I can see without the flashlight now. I even begin to see some stars!"

"No, don't put it out.. okay fine. But let's keep close?"

The genuine panic in Ian's voice melted Anthony's heart. He grabbed Ian's hand and they walked into the forest. And as they walked and it got even darker under the trees, the clear sky above showed the unfathomably large amount of stars there. The moon was only a sickle so that wasn't helping much. They continued, Anthony more and more enthusiastic, Ian cracking jokes to keep from being terrified.

"Wait! Anthony?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you see that?"

"Huh? Oh!"

There was a board with an arrow pointing left and on it stood 'Firewatch'.

"Ian, we HAVE to go. We will have the most epic view imaginable."

"Alright, but only because it's you. And after that I want to head back home okay? I mean to our holiday home, not actually home, we just got there..." Ian's voice trailed off. They were still holding hands and Anthony was rubbing his thumb on Ian's hand.

"I promise, okay?"

"Okay."

The turn left proved to be a less accessible path than they had thought and they slowed down quite a bit, having to let go and walk behind each other. But at long last, they reached the base of the watchtower.

"Are you sure we are allowed to go up at night?"

"It's not like we're vandals or something. We just want to see the view. Come on!"

They walked up the croaky metal staircase and Ian somehow found his courage again. "This is so cool," he said with a smile. Anthony smiled even wider.

When they reached the top, Anthony's idea proved to be literally stellar. The sky was filled to the brim with stars. They saw Ursa Major, Andromeda... they didn't know a lot of constellations after that but they still looked, in wonder, to the night sky they never ever saw in Los Angeles. They decided to sit down for a while.

"This is beautiful," Anthony said softly.

"Absolutely. Nature is crazy like that."

"Ian."

"Yeah?"

"I see her!"

"Oh shit you're right! Wow, look at that."

There, up among all the stars, was a large area that was extra bright. Like a path across the sky.

"It makes you feel so small, but in a good way, if you know what I mean," Ian said.

"Yeah. We're just insignificant specks in the universe. And yet, our lives are full of meaning. So just imagine, the amount of meaning and stories, and feelings, here in America, across the world, maybe even somewhere out there."

"Do you still believe in aliens?"

"Yeah, sure! If we're here, why wouldn't there be other planets like this?"

"If you say so, Anthony."

They sat there for quite some time before they headed back home. This promised to be one of their most unique and special holidays to date.

[ofhouseadama]

day 2 of hanging out with my best friend at the beach

[damiano-mylove]

Movie Night

Pairing: Damiano David x fem!reader

Wc: 2.6k (sorry)

Cw(s): SMUT, bit of angst, swearing ofc, long for some reason, begging, not proof read

*Masterlist*

Work is a healthy habit to get into - to a certain extent. If you work to avoid your problems, that's not particularly one of the most healthy things to do. The only problem working can fix is if you're poor, but really minimum wage doesn't fix that either.

But your Damiano wasn't poor, he wasn't being paid minimum wage. You knew how much he loved working on music with his friends, but he was barely home and you missed him. Being without Damiano almost felt like being without your left arm - especially since it had been so abrupt, going from him spending a few hours writing, to spending almost a full day in the studio.

Tonight was supposed to be movie night. That Damiano had suggested. To make up for lost time.

So, you found yourself, alone, on your velvet red couch, watching Alice in Wonderland, with your cat on your lap. His purrs filled whatever wavelengths were left empty by the film, but you didn't mind that at all. Your fingers found their way into his incredibly soft fur, which felt like silk between those fingers of yours.

The clock soon struck midnight, and the film hit the end credits soon after. Damiano was still not home from the studio, which almost worried you. Almost. In the earlier days of him spending all of his time at Vic's for writing or in the studio, you had thought he'd run off with someone else. You woke up the next morning with him next to you, but that never really put that specific worry to rest.

"Romeo, Baby," you whispered to the silver tabby cat on your lap. He flicked his tail to let you know he heard you. "Dad's not home yet and I'm tired, we gotta go to bed. C'mon." Romeo only lifted his head to lay his grass green eyes on you once you stopped scratching his neck. You smiled to him, though his eyes didn't return it. "You've got half a minute before I move your furry tush."

To no one's surprise, Romeo took more than half a minute so you picked him up like a baby over your shoulder. Your palm cradled his soft feet. Like the lazy cat he was, Romeo fell back asleep on your shoulder on your short walk to your bedroom that you shared with the one and only, Damiano. He used to be a god to you, but now he was basically a roommate who you shared a kiss with every once in a while.

With Romeo asleep on the bed before you finished putting on pyjamas, you slunk off to brush your teeth. The door unlocked. Your heavy eyes cast unto the clock on the wall which read nearly half midnight.

Damiano came in like a whisper in the wind, save for the closet opening so he could deposit his coat. Shaking you head, you just finished brushing your teeth. Your mouth felt dry even though you'd just rinsed it with water.

"Cara mia," Damiano purred once his eyes caught your figure in the lamp light from the bedroom. You smiled at him and went into the bedroom to curl up with your cat and go to sleep. You had work in the morning and customers didn't appreciate workers who look like sleep-deprived zombies.

This was the first time in a long time that you didn't immediately greet him once he came through the door. So Damiano could sense a shift in the mood of the flat; really, he felt it as soon as he walked in and smelt chocolate and strong tea.

His footsteps never gave away where he was, but you could feel his presence enter the room. The bed dipped on the end just as Romeo curled further into you. When Damiano's hand held your ankle, Romeo let out a soft meow.

"What's wrong, Amore?"

"Did you forget or did you do it on purpose?" You immediately sat up as you asked the question. You were tired and to act like it was fine just wasn't in the cards tonight. Damiano's eyebrows drew together. You began to nod. "Movie night? You said you'd come home early to watch a film with us."

Damiano's face darkened in realization. You pursed your lip balm coated lips. Even Romeo could sense the tension and decided to stand up and sit square on your thighs, facing your boyfriend as if to protect you. Damiano looked to his hands which rested in his lap.

After a second, he said, "I-I thought that was tomorrow."

"Tonight was Tuesday night, now it's Wednesday morning," you muttered. Your fingers found the reassuring warmth of Romeo's fur once again and Romeo let out a rather sad sounding meow. "Oh, Romeo, don't worry. Dad just has to tell us he's sorry then we can sleep."

Both you and your cat looked to your boyfriend with tired but expectant eyes. Damiano's eyes never tore from his hands. Then it was like he was speaking to himself. "I was going to buy you flowers. And let you pick the film. And you were supposed to fall asleep on my shoulder, on the couch."

"It's okay, Dami, it's just a movie night," you told him. But your conscience caught you before you continued. Why the fuck were you reassuring him when he was the one who fucked up? Tell you that he'll be home in time for a sort of date night, then skip out. "We'll do it another night, it's all good."

"It's not all good, Y/n." One thing you could agree on tonight, though you'd never say that out loud. Finally, Damiano lifted his eyes from his soft hands. You noticed his eyes shimmer in the lamplight. "I really fucked up your night and for no good reason. I'm really sorry."

Leaning forward, you patted his arm. "Forgiven. We're adults and life gets in the way of romance."

"Not always, and not for us. I'm supposed to be the best boyfriend in the world but I've barely been a boyfriend to you at all lately, and I apologize." His words were stringing together faster in faster as he kept trying to keep his tears at bay. "It's just with the new album and everything, I'm finding out how shitty I am at balancing my life." Damiano came closer to you, holding your hand that once held his arm. "How can I make it up to you, Y/n? You're the love of my life and I don't want us to fizzle out."

For some reason, a little chuckle escaped your lips. His passion for you warmed your heart as you caught a glimpse of how you first had your heart captured by the man sitting before you. The light glittered in your eyes, for Damiano and Damiano alone. "We're not going to fizzle out over one missed movie night."

"Yes, but I've missed many of our nights, whether we made plans for them or not," Damiano rebutted. Your lips pressed together in a flat line. There was a certain ounce of truth to that statement. Damiano pressed a kiss to the back of your hand without maintaining eye contact. "Cara mia, nights are for the lovers, and I seem to have forgotten that."

His warm breath tickled the back of your hand just before his pressed more kisses to the back of your hand, then wrist, then fingers.

Sensing the warming room, Romeo left your lap. He threw you a final glance, seeming like he was making sure you didn't need him in the room to which you slightly nodded at the tabby. Romeo turned on his paws and left the room - leaving two starry-eyed partners who were still most ardently in love.

Without another word, you joined your lips with Damiano's. It had been a long while since a kiss such as this one had occurred. In the place of the usual passing kisses, this one made the love shared prominent. This kiss felt as if your Damiano was once again yours and totally yours; not as if he ever wasn't, but this was a much needed reminder of that.

Holding your face in his large hands, Damiano deepened the kiss by turning his head ever-so slightly. His tongue slid into your mouth with a passionate fervour. There was no battle for dominance, but a mutual exploration of each other's mouths.

Damiano tenderly laid you down against the pillows on your side of the bed, though his lips parted from yours which was an unhappy fate. "Do you want to go further, Cara mia? I know this doesn't equal forgiveness."

"I've never wanted anything more, Dami, my sweetest love," you promised him. Damiano smiled at your admission. He began to place gentle, loving kisses to your neck. "Only if you want to."

"Oh, trust me." Damiano nipped your collarbone, resulting in a yelp from you. You could feel his smirk against your warming skin. "I want to."

Damiano's bites roamed the skin of your chest that your tank top allowed, before you sat up to take it off. Your fingers found Damiano's soft hair as he left sloppy, wet kissed all over your now exposed chest. A bitten back moan escaped your mouth just as his tongue began to circle the tender skin of your nipple, making your back arch into the man above you.

This was an admission of your pleasure, so Damiano's mouth fully encircled your nipple as his hand that once caressed your hip, now cupped your other breast. His warm palm massaged you firmly, having Damiano's name fall from your lips. It had been a while since he'd touched you like this, with such care and attention. Every fiber of Damiano's being was now focused on making his love for you known.

When his warm mouth left your breast to be exposed to the chill of the room, his teeth grazed your sensitive nipple, having goosebumps multiply on your skin at a sky high rate. His mouth then was turned to your other breast as his other hand twisted and pinched the exposed nipple.

Your hands began trying to get his deep red shirt off, to bring his warmth to you. But before Damiano would let you have what you wanted most, he bit the sweet spot beneath your boob, no doubt leaving a mark that would be apparent the next day.

As Damiano leaned up to pull his shirt over his head, you nearly melted underneath him. His hair was already beginning to become delightfully fucked up and the look in his eye was absolutely dark. The look he gave you before joining your lips once again was full of love, accompanied by lust and desire. Damiano slid off his tight leather trousers while he was at it, allowing you to palm him through his briefs.

The kiss shared was now hungry and feverish. The nails of the unoccupied hand scratched down his back, resulting Damiano bucking his hips into your hand. You removed it, which finally gave you the glorious friction that you so completely craved. Damiano no doubt sensed this as he grabbed the back of your thigh as he continued to grind right into the thin layer that separated you both.

"Damiano, please," you nearly cried. The chuckle that came from Damiano was low and only made your panties become even more wet.

"Please what?"

"You know what I mean." He was killing you. Once the words left your lips, Damiano ground his hips into you again. "Fuck me. Fuck me, please. Please."

"See, was that so hard, Amore?" Damiano purred as he lowered the waistband of your pyjama bottoms. He threw them somewhere in the room before pressing his index finger against your clit. You tried to pull him in for a kiss, but Damiano resisted. "Ah, ah, I want to see just how much I effect you."

"You're the fucking-wow-devil himself."

Damiano's laugh bordered upon an evil one. "You love me."

"I love you, I love you so fucking much," you moaned. Damiano smiled as he lowered your grey panties. Those were discarded somewhere along with your pyjama bottoms, but you couldn't give half a fuck because Damiano's perfectly manicured finger found it's way inside of you. You bucked against his hand, making Damiano laugh.

His finger drew circles inside of you while his thumb still played with your clit. God, Damiano was so much better than your own fingers. Without a warning, another finger was added, making a sort of porn-esque moan leave you. Damiano groaned at the sound as well as the sight in front of him. Even his dreams of you weren't as good as this.

It wasn't as if he could help himself from leaning down once again and attaching his mouth to your erect nipple. Your eyes crossed at three parts of your body were on fire with immense pleasure. The flames of rapture enveloped most of your body, even your soul.

"I'm-m-m gonna cum," you cried out. Damiano smiled against your breast as his fingers began going faster. "No, no, let me cum on your cock." Damiano looked up at you with a bit of surprise. You'd never said something like that without prompt.

The needy look that painted your face was all Damiano had to see before he complied. His briefs were off in the blink of an eye and he began to pump himself just to prepare. Your legs were spread wide as you could already feel yourself drip onto the sheets below which made Damiano groan with barred teeth.

He lined himself up with your entrance and gave you one final questioning look. You nodded adamantly before he pushed himself through your folds.

Truly, you could feel your soul ascend as you remembered just how big he was. You big your lip so hard you nearly broke skin while Damiano hissed an intake of breath. He came down to your lips to taste your minty mouth just as his hips began rocking into you, first at a slow pace, then began to get closer.

Damiano's hips snapped into yours quickly, and the sound of smacking skin filled the room, along with the scent of sex and sweat. The combination of both of your moans filled each other's mouths. The bedroom was incredibly hot but somehow you were in a cold sweat, save for where your body joined with Damiano's in sweet harmony.

"Fuck, Y/n, you're so fucking tight," Damiano huffed. You clenched around his cock, only making Damiano cry out with pleasure. Your nails drew down his back, clinging him closer and closer to you with every thrust against your g-spot. Tears brimmed your eyes as a knot formed in the lower part of your stomach.

"Soon, I'm cumming soon."

"Cum on my cock, Baby, just like you want."

You could tell his thrusts were getting sloppy because he was closing in on his release as well. But you couldn't help but cum first as the knot suddenly exploded within you.

Your walls spasmed against Damiano as your release washed over you. Your legs tingled and your toes went a bit numb. Damiano then hit in you a few more times before his own seed seeped into you. It was warm and you felt incredibly full as Damiano stayed within you for an extra few seconds, before falling next to you.

"I know you said this wouldn't equal forgiveness but I'm feeling very forgiving," you sighed. Damiano chuckled and looked over at you. Your skin glowed in orgasmic radiance and your hair was completely fucked out. Damiano's heart swelled at the sight and he couldn't help but kiss you again.

He cleaned you both up after, with a warm wash cloth, and got you new pyjamas. Romeo reentered the room once the sex smell was gone and you were in Damiano's arms once again. Your cat curled between both of you in the dead of night, like the beginnings of a family.

Damiano came home Wednesday afternoon with a massive bouquet that must have cost a pretty pence, a box of Belgian chocolate and a bag of cat treats. It seemed a movie night was in order.

[itstheoneshot]

Don't Touch

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Summary: Date night would be a whole lot better if your boyfriend would just learn to behave.

Word Count: 1.7k

Pairing: Changbin x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, BDSM, Crying.

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You are waiting in line for bubble tea, it's date night, and you and Changbin have just finished seeing a movie. It was a rom-com, and you both hated it, spending more time joking around and making fun of the plot than actually watching the movie. Changbin has his arm wrapped around your waist, his fingers tickling against the bare skin showing between your crop top and your skirt, distracting you from where you are meant to be focusing.

You almost shout out in surprise as Changbin's hand moves from your waist, to squeeze your ass. You shake him off you, and turn to glare at him instead.

"Cut it out." You warn him under your breath.

He pouts at your reaction, though you're too flustered to care, you absolutely loathe being touched in public, and he knows this, too.

"I wanna touch you, noona." He says.

"Not right now." You reply.

"But I wanna..." He whines impatiently.

You roll your eyes at him, he really is trying the aegyo card on you, but it's not going to work.

"You're gonna be in trouble if you don't let up soon." You respond.

You step up to the counter to order your drinks, and then walk around to the side to wait for them to be made. Changbin follows behind you like a lost puppy, not wanting to be even an inch away from you, and just as your drinks are about to be served to you, he moves behind you, grabbing your ass with both hands.

"I like it when I'm in trouble." He whispers to you.

His breath is hot on your ear, as you take your drinks from the counter, you turn around to face him, and your brows are furrowed in a scowl.

"That's it. Date's over. We're leaving." You say.

———

You drive erratically, your hands shaking on the steering wheel. You're frustrated, while Changbin is silent beside you in the passenger seat, you can feel his eyes on you, but every time you glance over to him, he turns his head to look out the window. He knows that he is in trouble, and he hasn't seen you this mad for a long time.

You brake hard as you pull into the driveway, switching off the car and pulling the keys out of the ignition. You slam the car door as you exit, and walk up to your house, opening the front door and entering, Changbin follows after you only a moment later.

He shuts the door behind him, and you hear the lock click as you take off your shoes. You turn around as Changbin bends down to remove his own sneakers, and as he stands up, you grab him by the ear, pulling him close enough to you that he can feel your breath on his lips as you speak to him.

"I told you that you'd be in trouble, but you didn't listen, did you sweetie?" You ask.

"I didn't listen, noona." Changbin replies sheepishly.

"I'm not happy with you." You say.

Changbin winces as you drag him by the ear to your bedroom. You walk towards the mattress, where you sit, finally letting him go, he stands in front of you, unsure of your next move.

"Strip for me, sweetheart." You instruct.

"I—" He starts, but you interrupt him.

"I didn't ask, I told. Clothes off, now." You say.

Changbin pulls his shirt up over his head, and then drops his pants to the floor, you remain unfazed, staring at him with a blank expression, waiting for him to take his underwear off too. He does so, clumsily stepping out of the material at his feet. He stands with his hands in front of his crotch, hiding himself from you.

"Top drawer," You start, pointing across the room, "Wooden paddle."

You see his eyes go wide, as he realises what you're about to do, but he knows better than to disobey you again. He is in trouble, big trouble, and he needs to be punished for it. He crosses the room, retrieves the item, and makes tentative steps back towards you. He is afraid, and it radiates off him, as you gesture for him to lay across your lap.

"You're okay sweetie, you just need to learn to listen to me." You soothe him, rubbing a gentle circle on his ass cheek with the paddle, before lifting it and bringing it back for his first smack.

"Aish~ I'm sorry, noona..." Changbin cries, as you repeat your action, soothing him each time between spanking.

As you continue, you watch as his skin turns a bright pink, with each hit only darkening the flesh. His cries are less pained as you go on, soon the sounds escaping him are more like moans, and as you had anticipated, you feel his cock as it grows to full hardness against your leg, with each spank, you feel his cock twitch, and Changbin whines in anticipation, wanting so much more.

"Good boy, Changbinnie... you did so well." You soothe him, replacing the paddle with your hand, rubbing the red, raw skin.

Changbin can barely speak, as you lift him off of you, and instead lay him flat on the mattress. You give him a pointed look, one that he knows means that he needs to stay put, and again he does obey you.

You stand up, making your way over to the drawer that Changbin got your paddle from. You place the paddle back, and in replacement, you take out your favourite silk ropes. You turn back towards Changbin, and you see his eyes widen, knowing what you're about to do.

You take his ankles and then wrists one by one, tying them to the bedposts. Fixed in place, unable to move, Changbin desperately tries to free himself, though to no avail. You return to your drawers, and pull out one of your favourite toys, a vibrator, and you take it with you to join Changbin again on your bed.

You stand in clear view of Changbin, as you slowly remove your clothes, each item one by one, until you too are fully naked. Changbin doesn't take his eyes off you, and gasps as you pick up your vibrator, and climb to straddle his chest.

"Noona... let me taste you." Changbin begs

You don't reply, though you move forward enough that he can see you, feel you, but not taste you. You take the vibrator to your clit, immediately moaning as pleasure courses through your body like shockwaves.

You lift yourself up, giving Changbin a better view of you as you touch yourself. Your toy works fast, pulling you closer to your peak every second, and Changbin's whines of want only turn you on further.

"Please, noona, I want to make you cum..." He cries.

As your orgasm is about to break through, you move further up, hovering directly over Changbin's mouth, though the restraints are so tight on him that he cannot move his head enough to reach you. As your orgasm comes to peak, your breathing hitches in your throat, and you feel your arousal drip out of you as your legs shake. You stare down at Changbin, he has his tongue laid flat, in hopes to catch any of your wet, though he is lucky to taste a single drop.

You ride out your orgasm, and as it ends you move away, back down Changbin's body, resting on his legs, he peers down at you, his lips are settled in a pout, as you throw your vibrator aside, and take Changbin's cock in your hands instead.

"You know better than to disobey me, don't you honey?" You ask him.

Changbin nods, though he cannot vocalise his reply, his legs are already twitching under you, he is so sensitive, his cock is red, desperate, and he is overwhelmed by your touch.

"Noona, I'm gonna cum." He says.

You chuckle at this, as you let him go, and you move your hand away.

"No you're not." You reply.

Changbin pulls furiously at his restraints, almost at tantrum level upset now. Tears form in the corners of his eyes, he can barely focus, his orgasm was so close, but you stopped him just in time for it to not break through, and now he is in pain.

"Shh..." You soothe him, "You're okay, sweetie."

Changbin shakes his head, disagreeing with you. You lean forward to stroke his cheek, forcing him to open his eyes and stare at you.

"Do you understand now?" You ask.

“I do, I swear. I’m sorry noona, I’m sorry.” Changbin stutters.

You take his cock into your hand again, and gently stroke him, you ease his pain, his frustration, he steadily cries as you bring him closer to his peak.

“Sweetie, you’re okay...” You tell him.

“It hurts, noona...” He whines.

You reach forward and brush his tears away with one hand, the other still wrapped around his cock, steadily coaxing him to finish.

“Cum for me, baby. Please cum for me.” You urge him.

You don’t have to say another word, as Changbin’s hips jerk under you. His cock twitches in your hand, as his seed spills out of him, your ears are filled with his moans, crying your name over and over again, as you work him until every last drop is gone, and he begins to soften once more.

You move off him, and untie his restraints, before laying down, and pulling him in to cuddle you. You kiss his forehead, and then his lips, and you hold him close to you, rewarding him for taking your punishment so well.

“Such a good boy, Binnie, you know better for next time, right?” You ask.

“Mhmm... I love you, noona.” He replies.

“I love you too.” You say.

You stand up from the bed, and gesture Changbin to follow, you lead him towards the bathroom, laughing as he complains that his ankles hurt from pulling them too tight on the ropes you had restrained him with. You’re going to run a hot bath, to spoil him, as no matter how angry you get, you can’t stay mad at him for long.

[janaeekook]

Incapable iii. || {myg}

pairing: assassin!yoongi x reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: - mafia - depressive thoughts - alcohol

a/n: so sorry this chapter took so long I rewrote it so many times, I hope you enjoy

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iii.

The week after Win's death was a blur, it didn't feel real no matter how many times you tried to convince yourself. Convince yourself it wasn't your fault, but it was hard there had been nothing from your new supposed enemy, NCT. It was now 7 o'clock Friday night and you hadn't left your bed, Jungkook had tried his best to cheer you up. You were great full for it, for his kind words of reassurance but even then; Nothing seemed to help, to fill the hole, so you lay there, as your room darkened with the day. You felt gross, dirty, his blood still staining your hands you rolled from your bed forcing yourself to change your clothes— to pretend, at least, that you're alright.

Pretend; You'd guessed you'd done that a lot recently, it became second nature. You didn't want the others to see how truly weak and wounded you were— the emotionally scaring toll that last weeks events had put on you.

Downstairs, Yoongi walked out of the gym, a towel drapped around his neck. The black dri-fit shirt hugged his toned chest and biceps nicely. As he reached the stairs he saw everyone gathered getting ready to go out.

"What's going on?" Yoongi asked with mild confusion.

"We're meeting with SKZ for a trade." Namjoon stated.

"And you didn't think to tell me?" He questioned, everyone's eyes finding another's as they glanced around.

"You're staying and watching y/n." Namjoon stated bluntly before turning to lead the others out the door.

"Why me?" Namjoon stopped and glanced back to Yoongi as the others continued out the door, "Tae's here."

"He's on monitors, suck it up Yoongi, you've delt with worse." Yoongi just rolled his eyes, trudging up the steps, he found your door was cracked open.

His hand raised, ready to knock, but through the crack he saw you. Your bare back facing him as you pulled on an oversized top. He couldn't seem to pull his eyes away from your exposed state no matter how much he wanted to. He watched until you brought your hands to the waistband of your pajama shorts, finally forcing his eyes away not wanting to invade your privacy and see anything more he wasn't meant to.

He could feel his heart pounding insanely in his chest, shaking his head he finally knocked lightly on the wood.

"One minute!" Your voice squeaked in surprise, you quickly pulled on a fresh pair of shorts and hurried to the door. You were surprised to see Yoongi standing at your door, "h-hey, what's up?"

"Uh, Your brother pinned me with watching you." He informed you, his eyes quickly and subtly flicking over your form.

You chuckled, "No need to treat me like a burden."

"Whatever," he looked over you again, only this time you noticed, "What are you doing?"

"I was thinking about watching a movie." You informed him, he pushed past you going deeper into your room, "What are you doing?"

"We're watching a movie aren't we?" You gave him a weird look.

"I guess you can join, I'm going to get water, you want anything?" You asked him, he shook his head as he looked around your room.

You sighed, leaving the room, you stalked down the hall and to the kitchen mindlessly. One might say you were lost in a daze, though in reality it was the sleep deprivation creeping up on you, looming behind your eyes. You hadn't slept beyond three hours the last few nights, not wanting to close your eyes, for fear of the lifeless face of your friend haunting you again.

A chill ran through your body at the thought, grabbing a bottled water from the fridge. You twisted the cap off gulping down a sip in an attempt to swallow the rising lump in your throat. It'd been hard for you to eat, the smell of his blood, thick and irony, it was burned in your nose.

You went back up the steps your footfalls on the polished stone, was all that could be heard. The trance that enraptured your mind however, was quickly broken when you stepped into your bedroom again.

Yoongi was facing you, his features of stone remained stoic but his eyes held amusement. In his hand he held a hot pink object, your face mirroring the shade in embarrassment.

"Tch, frustrated are we?" He joked, pressing the button, a quite vibration emitting from it.

You hurried quickly to him grabbing it and throwing it back in the drawer it belonged, "Min Yoongi you should know better than to go through peoples things." You scolded.

"I can't help my curiosity."

"Just go." You said, the flames in your cheeks never wavering as you pushed him to your door.

"You sure you don't want help?" Yoongi asked as he back up while you pushed him.

"What?!" You asked in horror, stopping to look into his eyes, was he seriously-

"I can hold it for you," his eyes glistened playfully, "While we watch a movie."

You swallowed hard, trying your best to keep your cheeks from blazing any hotter. You quickly and hastily pushed him towards the door.

"You are so crude Min Yoongi." Informing him as you pushed him out into the hall, he gave you a shit eating grin, "I'll be just fine on my own."

The second you shut the door in his face you took in a breath, your heart was pounding in your chest. Thoughts racking through your brain, why had you pushed him out? You like him don't you?

But you guessed it wasn't that simple, your thoughts knew how complicated it would become getting involved with Yoongi. No matter how much your body begged to fall into his tempting grasp you had to restrain. Because the theory of him was what attracted you and so many others, not the cold exterior and troubled heart.

Min Yoongi was complicated, to say the least.

But he was human— the flutter he felt in his chest when you became flustered by merely his words. It confused him not knowing why you filled him with such warmth. But he pushed his thoughts away like any time before.

•

The next afternoon was somber, quiet, as if no one wanted to speak. You were clad in a black dress and flats, the boys in their suits. They all watched you descend the steps for the first time in what felt like ages. You were burying Win today, finally putting his body to rest, a step of 'moving forward and mourning' they'd said though it just broke you more. But you had to pretend, you couldnt let the others see you as weak. You weren't weak.

"You ok?" Your brother asked, and you could only nod to reassure him. For you knew if you tried to speak you would break down, You were greatful he didn't push for a more sufficient answer to the question. 

The car ride was rather short, a feeling of dread lingering in your heart. You looked out the window of the car upon the lawn, stones where so many others loved ones names were carved in their remembrance. You tried desperately not to cry, to let out a sob and let the boys around you know you were breaking-- shattering in fact. It shouldn't have been him it should've been you, you wanted it to be you; to know that your bestfriends death wasn't on your hands. Maybe it was selfish, but the aching in your heart was begging for the roles to be reversed.

"-Y/n?" You hadn't even realized Jungkook had opened the door for you, his voice bringing you back to reality. Aware again, that you in fact were the one with breath in your lungs. You didn't say anything just stepped out of the car, and followed the others to the site. It was beautiful, a top a grassy hill that looked out over a large expanse of trees, You knew he would've loved it. 

Everyone stood around the grave where the casket was to be lowered. No one spoke, not a word, just stood and looked at the sleek wood that encased Win, or his body rather. The man that stood next to it a bible on hand began to speak, and your eyes drifted to the grey stone.

Kim Seung-Win

April 23rd 1993-March 13th 2020

'The journey doesn't end here;'

"Today, we're here to put a friend to rest, to send his soul home-" The reverend started, but you zoned out, eyes locked on the grass at your feet. You felt numb, How could this be real? Win was supposed to survive to live and be loved, and have an impact everyone he met. Silent tears fell from your eyes, due to both frustration and sorrow. Namjoon noticed from where he stood next to you and pulled you into a hug, holding your head to his chest as your tears soaked his jacket.

"I invite you all forward to put a handful of dirt over casket, you may take this time to say any final words." You let go of Namjoon wiping your cheeks with your hands.

We all moved in a line grabbing a handful of the dirt and taking turns circling to the grave, doing our part. Some taking longer than others to say things aloud or in their heads, everyone who he worked with were left with a positive imprint in their lives due to him. When it was your turn, You looked down to the dirt in your hand before holding your hand over the grave and letting it trickle from your grasp.

"I'm sorry." You whispered, fresh tears brimming your eyes. You turned back to the others, standing next to Yoongi as you watched everyone else. You felt Yoongi's hand brush yours experimentally, before he finally laced your fingers with his. You looked to your hand in his then to his face his eyes those of sympathy and support. Though affection wasn't his strong suit, he wanted you to know he was there. You gave him a weak smile in return

"I give the words said here today, to Seungwin, in hopes they will help his soul move forward. Friends, Death seems cold and dark but it is not extinguishing the light of life. It is putting out the lamp because the dawn has come, and Seungwin lived fully to his dawn."

The final words resonated with you, stuck to your heart. He lived a full life, it may have seemed to be cut short but he was everything anyone could have wished to be. He was great, It should've been me. Your mind invaded with the negative thoughts again a shaky sigh passing your lips as you willed yourself not to cry again, watching the grave workers put the remaining dirt in the grave. The others had started to walk back to the car.

"Y/n, come on." Your brother beckoned quietly, but you shook your head.

"Not yet."

"I'll stay with her." Yoongi's voice sounded from somewhere behind you, You couldn't see it but Namjoon nodded before pressing a feather light kiss to your temple. He was worried, you could feel it radiating off of him, he already had a lot on his plate, the last thing he needed was an emotionally unstable sister.

"Stop blaming yourself," Jen, you went to speak but she waved her hand, "I know you, Y/n, and I know that look." 

You looked around finding Yoongi sitting on a bench a few feet away. You turned your attention back to Jen, and you felt the urge to cry again.

"I'm sorry, Jen." Your lip quivered, and tears began to stain your cheeks again.

"There's nothing to be sorry for." With that she reached into the bag that was on her shoulder pulling out a bottle of liquor, "You can only have some if you promise not to cry." You wiped your cheeks quickly.

"I solemly swear!"  

•

You hiccupped lightly as you sat on the grass next to Win's freshly made grave, Jen was fully laying down and the empty bottle of alcohol was between the two of you. Chuckling as you thought back to your 20th birthday when Win mixed you all his favorite drinks, you were so hung over the next morning.

"Do you remember my 20th birthday?" 

"When you threw up on Win after he got you shit faced? How could I forget?" Jen slurred her words.

"Or when he flipped the table because he was losing in monopoly." You brought up the game nights you'd all have when you were younger.

"Alright you two lets get back home." Yoongi said going to help you up, the sun was setting and he wanted to at least get to the car before it was dark. He helped Jen up next and then guided the two light weight girls to the car.

The whole car ride home Yoongi listened to you and Jen reminisce over your memories of Win. Though even drunk your voice sounded weak and broken as you talked over the good times and Yoongi took notice, him being the only sober one in the car. The wall you'd been keeping up to hide your emotions was crumbling away now that you were drunk, vulnerable.

When Yoongi pulled up Jeonghan was waiting at the doors, ready to take Jen to her room. Jeonghan chuckled lightly as Yoongi told him what happened, before ultimately thanking him for bringing them both home safe. When Jen and Jeonghan walked away Yoongi turned back around to find you sitting down on the gravel drive way.

"Whatcha' doing?" Yoongi asked with a hint of amusement in his tone, though it made a deep pout form on your lips.

"I can’t walk."

"Why not?"

"I'm sad." Your voice broke.

"Ok, You think you can get on my back?" Yoongi asked quietly, you nodded, and so he carried you. 

"I miss him." You whispered, which happened to be right in his ear,

"I know."

When he reached your room he set you down on the bed, then going to slip your shoes off your feet. When he looked back to your face though, he saw a tear fall from your eye.

"Its all my fault." You spoke suddenly taking him off guard.

"Hm?"

"Win is dead because of me." You chocked out, "I-I should have saved him." Silent sobs now shook your small frame.

"Y/n, None of what happened was your fault, there was no way to know."

"He blames me- It sh-should've been m-me" You managed to get out as more sobs fell past your lips. You couldn't control it anymore nor hold it in, something and Yoongi's chest ached with each strangled sob you tried to keep quiet in your throat. He picked you up lightly to make room for himself on your bed and he pulled you close to his chest.

"Shhh, No one blames you, Y/n. We cant go back, we can't change what happened, its destined to fate. You don't need to blame yourself anymore."

Not another word was spoke that night, Yoongi held you as you cried yourself into a deep sleep. He stroked your head, as your breathing became less labored with your sobs. His heart ached part of him hated to think that you felt all alone, and made him want to hold you tighter. But the other part wondered, since when did he care?

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[laikuh]

so sorry @amill22 that this is so delayed! also i did include dean wearing john's clothes :3

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When they'd come home, Sam had taken one look at Dean and realized the hunt had gone terribly wrong.

His biggest sign was the blood; Dean was covered in it.

Sam had jumped out of the motel bed he'd been dozing in while waiting for his father and brother to get back, and rushed to Dean's side.

"Is he hurt?" he'd asked, breathless and afraid to touch.

"No," Dad had replied, stress evident in his voice. "But he's shocked. Run the shower while I undress him."

Sam had nodded and run to the bathroom to start the water warming up. Now he's back in the main part of the room watching his dad maneuver a listless Dean out of his filthy clothing.

"Dean, honey, you have to work with me," Dad says quietly as he lifts Dean's arms. He turns back to Sam. "I'm going to need your help."

Sam moves quickly, coming up behind Dean to hold up his arms while Dad pulls at his shirt. It takes some doing, but they manage to get Dean naked within only a couple of minutes. There's more dried blood then Sam expects to see, but he doesn't let that deter him from throwing one of Dean's arms over his shoulders while Dad takes the other so they can damn-near drag Dean to the bathroom.

"I got it from here, Sammy," Dad says as they enter the bathroom.

Sam steps back, watching as Dad deftly guides Dean into the shower, where he stands like a spectre under the spray. Dad undresses then, clothes piling on the floor, so he can step into the shower alongside Dean. Sam takes that as his cue to close the door, and he does so with a final look at the way his father starts soaping Dean up, gentle but firm.

He tidies up the room while he waits for the pair to reemerge from the bathroom. He wishes there was more he could for Dean, but Sam also knows intimacies like the one taking place in the bathroom are reserved for his father. So he focuses on collecting Dean's ruined clothes in a trash bag, and then pulling out the first aid kit in case one of them ends up needing it after all.

It feels like more time has passed than probably actually has when the bathroom door opens with a fanfare of steam. Dad and Dean step out together, and Sam's relieved to see Dean seems more with it, more awake. He gives a Sam a weak smile.

"Hey, Sammy."

Sam smiles back. "Hey, Dean."

"Clothes, Sam," Dad says quietly. "Just some shirts and underwear out of my bag."

Sam nods, moving to his duffle while Dad leads Dean over to their bed, a hand around Dean's waist to keep him steady. They're both naked, and Sam keeps his eyes averted as he hands Dad the requested items. His father dresses himself first, sliding his boxer-briefs on, followed by the shirt. Then he helps Dean into the other set.

The clothes are too big. The briefs sit loose on his slim hips, the Metallica shirt hanging long on his shoulders. Still, it's a better look than the bloodied items he'd been wearing when he first came in.

"Much better, baby," Dad murmurs as they both sit back down on the bed, echoing Sam's internal reflections. One hand rests against Dean's waist, the other against his cheek, eyes searching his face. "How do you feel?"

Dean nods slightly. "Okay," he says, bringing a hand to clutch at Dad's wrist. His voice is only just above a whisper. "Tired."

"It's late," Sam says. "You should probably get some sleep, Dean."

"Yeah," Dean agrees, but Sam thinks he still doesn't seem fully present.

"Either of you need any patching up?" he asks Dad.

"No, Sammy, we're okay. You're right; we just need to rest."

"Right," Sam says with a nod. "I'll get the lights."

He moves around the room, turning off the bathroom light and then the main room light, leaving just the light on the nightstand between the two beds. He waits until his father and brother are laying on their bed before settling into his own and turning off that light too.

He takes a final look at the pair of them, bodies harder to make out in the newly-darkened room, and then bids them goodnight.

"'Night, Sammy," Dad answers. Dean says nothing.

With a sigh, Sam turns over on his side so he's facing away from them and tries to even out his breathing so he can better fall asleep. But it's difficult; there are too many questions swirling in his mind about what happened. Why Dean was so affected. Why he was so bloody. It must have been bad for Dad to be so gentle with Dean after.

Not that their dad is always an ass, not that he can't ever be nice. Especially with Dean, his partner in all things beyond simply father and son. But still--Dad rides them both hard, no matter what they mean to him, so to be so sweet with Dean speaks volumes to the severity of whatever happened. That instead of telling Dean to toughen up and deal with it, he'd tenderly held his face in his hand.

He's still thinking about it an hour later, finally tossing onto his other side so he's back to facing Dean and Dad. He can make them out better now, eyes long since adjusted to the dark, so can see that they aren't under the covers, as well as how little space they've left between their bodies. Dean, who's closest to Sam, has his leg tossed over Dad's thigh, and in return Dad's draped an arm over Dean's waist, hand fully under Dean's borrowed shirt, skin against skin.

Sam sighs at that. He's seen them in far more explicit positions in the years since things escalated between Dean and their father, but somehow this feels the most intimate.

"You're okay," Sam hears Dad whisper. "I've got you, honey."

He can hear it then, the faintest hint of Dean crying, sniffles muffled by his proximity to Dad and the fact he's facing opposite Sam.

"You did the best you could," Dad continues, hand moving up and down under Dean's shirt. "It's never going to hurt anyone again."

They nestle closer together then, and Sam hears the unmistakable sound of lips moving against one another. It's a familiar sound, and one that doesn't bother Sam, though he knows on some level it should. That most families don't do what their family does. That most older siblings don't sleep with their fathers and help run the household like some kind of replacement mother. But Dean's always done that kind of shit, always filled the role their actual mother left behind when she died, even before he was going full housewife and fucking Dad. Besides, the way they live? The things Sam has seen, which he knows is nothing compared to what Dad and Dean have seen? He's not sure he can fault his brother or his father for taking something sweet wherever they can find it, no matter how unconventional

He hears Dean sigh against their father then, and watches his body shift against the older man in the dark. He braces himself for things to get more intimate, trying to gauge when he can turn back around without being noticed. They don't usually get too physical with Sam so close, saving that for long-stay places like the occasional apartments they rent which provide them their own room, or when Dad and Dean are out on a hunt without Sam. But Sam knows tonight's an extenuating circumstance, that it's probably one of those times when their need outweighs what's appropriate. And besides, Sam's almost eighteen. It's not a secret to him that people in love have sex. That Dad and Dean have sex.

But things never go further. He watches Dad and Dean kiss for a while longer, hears his father tell Dean how proud he is. How good a job he did. How beautiful he is. But eventually, they quiet, and Sam can hear the even pattern of both of their sleep-heavy breaths. He turns back around then, willing himself to fall asleep too, though he can't help but wonder how things will be in the morning.

[bitchfitch]

Lavi art fight resource

hrrrg. cat boy. causes problems on purpose and loves his wizard. is sometimes a lion

an excerpt bc i pulled one for the others and id feel weird not doing it for him (its fjord in the pictures, not anta)

The second to last match ended in a draw as the gathered crowds cheered the two young mages and their familiars on. 

Team one, comprised of the superstar evocationist, Anta, and his lion familiar Lavi, had broken through the conjured hoards of beasts with sheer and near unimaginable brute strength. They cleared the hoard the fastest, though points were deducted for their near complete lack of teamwork and frequent communication failures. 

Team Two, the summonor Fjord and his crow familiar Rook, took only a few moments longer, but worked in near perfect tandem, as was the goal of this competition. 

In the small waiting room between matches Lavi's deep amethyst mane caught gold streaks from the sunlight that dripped through the window he was dosing beneath. He stretched splaying his massive paws as he cracked a glimmering red eye open to watch his master pace about like a caged animal. 

Lavi knew Anta could probably use a hug, but they were trying to conserve magic between matches so Lavi had to stay a lion. It did hurt to watch Anta tie himself up in knots like this, both in the sense that Anta was his friend so Of course Lavi didn't like seeing him in distress, and in the much more physical sense that Anta was accidentally letting so much negative energy seep through their connection that Lavi was starting to get a headache from it.

"They're cheating," Anta declared, his shaggy black hair a mess from the wind and him running his fingers through it as he pulled his thoughts together, "That's the only reason Fjord could have ever made it this far. They Are Cheating," 

"A little more elaboration would be nice, darling," Lavi sighed as he stood plodding over to Anta and plopping down in his path. If Anta didn't chill out Lavi was going to have to break out the big guns.

"Fjord is No where near as good of a caster as me, and Rook is nowhere near as powerful as you. They shouldn't be winning!" Anta huffed tapping his foot as one hand strayed to pet the massive feline before him. his fingers brushing over the smooth golden fur on Lavi's snout then forehead before tangling with the hair at the base of his mane, 

"They're winning because they work better together," Lavi sighed,leaning into the touch for a moment before headbutting Anta's hip just enough to knock him back a step "Litteraly the only critique we ever get is that we don't communicate well," 

"But we do! We do, we always get what ever need done, done. We've never failed an assignment, We're the better duo, Lavi" Anta took the hint and sat down on the old wood floor, pulling his show jacket off and tossing it up onto one of the tables before lying down,

"I'm not denying that we're better, we are, but… We work well together despite each other. I never know what you're planning before it happens and I just have to roll with it. You don't know what I'm doing, so you just keep pushing power through. It works, but Barely,"  Lavi settled down on top of him with a sigh, careful to make sure he wasn't putting too much weight on Anta, 

"I still think they're cheating," Anta says after a moment, his hands going to braid a section of Lavi's mane. 

"Then look for evidence during the last match. but do you really think Rook would let Fjord cheat?" Lavi closed his eyes again, ready to get a little more nap time in before they had to be on the field.

"Rook can't tell Fjord no anymore than you can tell me no. And I absolutely believe Fjord would cheat," Anta said with the up most conviction.

Round three began with the announcement of the trial, a simple test of connection.

Lavi and Rook would be facing off in a game of capture the flag, completely separated from their casters and unable to hear or see them. Fjord and Anta would however be able to see the entire field and could pass spells to their familiars as needed.

This should be easy, Anta reasoned with himself, he and Lavi were used to this lack of direct communication while Fjord and Rook weren't. They could win this and take the competition. 

The countdown began and Fjord was already starting to try and focus, his spell book open on his lap with one of his own sigils already prepped. 

Anta couldn't say he knew what it did, Fjord's sigils were always such a jumbled mess that trying to parse them out was fools errand. 

The game began with a thunder clap. Lavi didn't wait for Anta, and was already storming through the maze that filled the field. the low shield overtop the whole thing kept Lavi from jumping the hedges, but an admittedly over powered blast of fire sent through him by Anta was more than enough to deal with the lush greenery standing between them and their goal. 

Cloaked in flame Lavi ran on, as Rook began laying the protection wards Fjord was sending his way, before darting down the path that Lavi was coming up. 

Anta grit his teeth as the pool cracked open across the path right before Lavi made the final turn. Unable to stop in time Lavi skidded into the water, firmly putting out the fire. He launched up after Rook, his jaws snapping at thin air as the bird darted out of his grasp and back towards his own flag. 

Anta tried a different approach, Lavi was going to go at this head first like he did everything, and Rook was going to stay on the defensive until the last moment, so a quick invisibility spell cast over Lavi should be more than enough to let him stalk closer. 

One of the wards Fjord had passed through earlier cracked that plan open a second later. Lavi stood from where he had been stalking, a second away from launching up to grab Rook. There was a moment between the two familiars before Lavi shrugged, shaking out his mane before turning and heading back into the maze. 

A new strategy. Anta loaded a ventriloquist spell, if it worked it should fill the maze with duplicated sounds, making it impossible to tell which way Lavi was coming from. Then another spell to silence Lavi's footsteps, and a final one to amplify his speed. Lavi could probably see Rook's flag, this would be more than enough to give him the cover and boost he needed to grab it.

It wasn't. 

Before Lavi had even made it around the corner Rook was laying another trap in his path. 

Anta watched as Lavi was caught up in the snare, his massive body crashing down as his legs were pulled out from under him.

His chest ached with a sympathy pain, but his heart thundered with excitement. There. That was it. There was no Possible way for Rook to have been able to guess with that much certainty which path Lavi would be coming down. Fjord had already used his illusion dispell, and they could both still hear the rumblings of a hundred phantom lions.

Fjord and Rook were cheating, they had to be, some communication relay if Anta had to guess. 

And there was a very easy way to prove it.

Lavi was going to Eat That Stupid Fucking Bird. Screw the flag! This was personal now. First off, the water had been So Uncalled for, what type of fairy dunked their friend like that? and now all the damned snares that kept catching Lavi off guard were driving him Mad. 

Anta was also to blame for this, he needed to chill out on the high power spells, because while Lavi could handle them, channeling all that power was starting to make him feel fuzzy around the edges. He wasn't reacting as fast as he should be and it would only take one good hit to dematerialize him if he had to guess. 

He felt a spell well up in his chest, something burning and offensive that he didn't fully recognize. Whatever, this felt strong. He crouched and watched the air for the black soot stain the was Rook. Anta didn't hand out spells earlier than was 100 percent necessary, so Lavi didn't have to wait long.

As soon as Rook was in sight Lavi lunged as hard and fast as he could, the trigger on the spell was tripped as his fangs clacked together around air, Rook having managed to dodge just out of his grasp.

A blast, of pure hot magic tore out of Lavi, nailing Rook dead on and knocking them both back down to earth with a heady thump from Lavi and a fluttering crash from Rook. 

Lavi stood first, his legs shaky and his vision blurred as a sickness racked him. A deep ache in his very blood that even he could recognize as magic poisoning. Anta had pushed everything he had through Lavi, and if Lavi had been any weaker it wouldn't have just banished him back to the fae relm, it would have killed him.

The realization hit Lavi like a letter alerting a newly made widow to the tragic news, and the competition was forgotten as he sought out Rook.

He was still, a mass of scorched black feathers that shuddered and cracked with too much magic.

Rook would have been banished if it actually was as bad as it looked. Lavi told himslef that as he gently picked up his friend betwen his teeth and ran for the emergency exit he and Rook had been queued into before the match started.

The school's healer was already there, taking Rook from Lavi with steady hands even as Lavi stumbled. The crowd that had been watching murmured as Fjord ran onto the field to follow after the healer as she hurried away. Worry clear on his young face as he demanded to know what was happening. Lavi couldn't hear the answer.

Anta was at his side a moment later, a bruise already starting to darken over his left eye.

"Lavi?" Anta knelt down to look his woozy friend in the eye, "Hey, Lavi?" he sounded so scared, his voice tight as tears welled in his grey eyes,

Lavi didn't have the capacity to answer, instead he just rested his heavy head on Anta's shoulder, leaning into his master as he let himself drift off. 

Lavi woke back in their dorm room, with Anta sat at his desk accross from Lavi's bed. His eyes were red and puffy, his thin face pale and stricken and he poured over text books, 

"Anta?" Lavi asked as he stretched, still woozy but feeling much better than he had imeaditly after the game, "You don't look to hot," 

Anta jolted at the sound of Lavi's voice, turning before throwing himself at the lion, wrapping his thin arms around Lavi's neck and burying his face in the thick hair of his mane. 

"I'm so Sorry," he sobbed, "I- I thought I had proof. but I was wrong and-" 

"Shh, sh, Hey, it's ok, we all make mistakes, Darling,"  Lavi tried to comfort him as best he could, but he never knew what to do when humans cried, "What happened though?" 

"I thought- I thought they were using a communication relay of some kind, and I thought I had proof. So I- I overloaded a spell and told Fjord what I was doing. If they had been using the spell Fjord would have been able to warn Rook, but I was wrong and- Lavi I'm So Fucking Sorry," 

"Is Rook ok?" Lavi asked quietly, Anta shakimg his head and sobbing harder was all Lavi needed for an answer, 

"The Healer said I broke his connection back to his real body, but since his mind was here, when his vessle died He-" 

"Oh," What was there left to say? Rook was gone, not banished temporarily, but dead. Fully and truly, and it was Anta's fault.

Anta sobbed, "I was so scared you weren't going to wake up, I didn't mean to hurt either of you-" 

"I know, Anta," 

Anta never really calmed, but the tears stopped eventually as he threw himself back into his research. Necromancy wasn't Anta's specialty, and Lavi knew that even if it was, there was no other to bring Rook back from. The energy that made up his soul would have been returned to the fey world the moment he died to allow it to dissipate back into their home lands.

Lavi was pretty certain Anta knew how this worked. But it was an admirable show of denial that he still he searched for a solution to his mistake. 

The pounding on the door made them both jump as Fjord's voice cut through the quiet "Anta,  Get Out Here Now,"

Lavi was on his feet before Anta, he already saw where this was going, and he couldn't let it happen.

"Lavi this is a direct command. Lay down in your bed and stay there until I get back," Anta stood like a man going to his execution as Lavi moved to follow his orders without a will driving him, 

The pounding continued.

"Anta, Please, no. Just give him time to calm down," Lavi could feel the panic rising even as he could do nothing about it, "Please just use that big brain of yours to think this through-" 

Anta ignored him as he stepped up to the door, with a final sigh he spoke over his shoulder, "Be good while I'm gone, ok? and thank you, for everything." and with that last statement he left. the door clicking shut behind him as the shouting started. 

Lavi could do nothing as panic turned to grief.

He could do nothing as he felt his connection to Anta sever. 

He could do nothing as he found himself back in his cavernous home. Once again alone.