Damiano x Reader

Arguments and cuddle sessions

ANGST at the beginning...bunch of FLUFF and a little SMUT at the end! 

We had a very hard working day at the studio today. I spent most of the time practicing with Vic Thomas and Ethan with my vocals while Damiano worked on lyrics on couple of new songs we want to have ready before the new tour starts. 

We just came back from the previous tour, not really having a chance to relax or have a good night sleep, so we were running on coffee and bunch of cramped frustration. Don't get me wrong, I love these people to death but sometimes being cooked up with someone for days without any rest can make you easily angered. And today, Damiano was one of us who got frustrated with the smallest things.

He screamed at Vic who interrupted him to ask if he wanted anything since she and Ethan were gonna make a quick food run. She let it slide knowing that he didn't mean it and that  his exhaustion took the best of him.

"How is writing going, baby?" I sit next to him once I was done for the day trying to lighten up the mood.

"It would go much easier if y'all stop messing around and interrupting me every single second!" he hissed and I signed reminding myself to let it go knowing that I have these kinds of days too.

"I am gonna go eat something, and when you are done you can join us" I said about to walk away but his comment made me turn around my own frustration with his 'dick behavior' growing.

"I am the only one giving any shit about this band.." he said more to himself but loud enough for me to hear. 

"What is that supposed to mean? Does this have to do with pride?" I ask and he looked up both of knowing this will lead towards another useless argument. 

"No, it has to do with human relationships and I shouldn't have to explain this to you! When I come to you, I do so because I notice something is wrong and all I want is for you to do the same..." he said and I walked back sitting across from him so I can face him.

"Are you joking!?" I say and he growled angrily going back to his notepad clearly giving me a sign that he doesn't want to talk anymore.

"Damiano, please let's talk about this. You can always tell me what's bothering you..." I say trying to calm down and give him a chance to fix this calmly and maturely.

"When you got your own issues, it shouldn't be you to tell me "let's talk". I come to your room because I see it and I understand it. I expect to be treated in the same way as I treat others. I think that for normal people that is quite simple" he says again sounding sarcastic

"Wait a minute, you can't just say that we don't notice what you do for us and that we don't thank you enough. Tell me, how many times do each one of us tell you to stop overworking yourself and that you should go get some sleep? Be honest" I say and he looks at me this time his eyes appearing more sensor because he knows that what he said wasn't the truth. 

"The point is if I don't get it done nobody will! " he shouted running his hand through his hair which is something he does whenever he feel frustrated and fed up. This was defiantly my que to let him cool off so I stood up walking away without a single word. I saw him smoke his cigar trying to cool off putting away the papers knowing that he won't write anything while feeling like this.

The rest of the say I kept busy with picking up outfits for upcoming performances really trying to focus on anything other than the stupid fight me and Damiano had. I can't believe he thinks that I don't care about how he is feeling!

After we drove to the hotel where we were staying, I went to the bathroom to do a quick night routine while Damiano ate a sandwich he ordered. I came out on my night dress putting some lotion on my arms and legs before grabbing book from my night stand and laying comfortably in bed. 

I tried really hard to focus on the words in front of me but my mind always wondered to Damiano and what he was thinking right now. When he finished his sandwich and shower, I was already turned to my side pretending to sleep. 

He wore some briefs before joining me in bed signing loudly before scooting closer behind me. He propped himself on his elbow moving my hair to the side and kissing my neck. He knew my ticklish spots very well so I couldn't stop myself from giggling a little and moving in bed. 

"We don't go to bed angry, remember mi amore?" he said and I turn around laying on my back so I can face him.

"I tried fixing it with you but you shut me out..." I say and he nodded his head knowing that he made a mistake today by screaming at you when all you did is check on him.

"I'm sorry. I was tired and grumpy and I took it out on you. I just don't know how to ask for help when I need it and so I push myself past my limits" he admits and I smile nodding my head tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear as our eyes met. He leaned down placing his lips on mine deepening the kiss once he felt me relax under his touch.

"Will you forgive me, piccola?" he asked with a little smile and I smirked not breaking the eye contact.

"Mmm I don't know, you might have to make it up to me.." I tease seeing his eyes turn back in lust while he lays down pulling my body on top of him.

"What do you have in mind?" he says seductively into my ear and I kiss his lips biting his bottom one gently. 

"I think you know.." I whisper into his mouth and he smirks deafening the kiss while running his hand through my hair.