#thomas raggi x yn

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Fire Alarms & Love Hearts

Pairing: Fem!Reader/Thomas

Description: Thomas might be the reason why you and your neighbours are getting annoyed. And he might also be the one who asks you for a date.

Words: 10.1k

Warnings: Smut, it’s silly - I’m well aware of that

A/N: About 1 ½ years ago i received this lovely prompt and guess who finally wrote it @l0standn0tf0und

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._____.

It's the beginning of November even for Rome the night air is chilling, and you would like to be in bed instead of staying outside in the cold. In your pyjamas. Your neighbours are all outside with you, the fire alarm went off the second night this week. The second night you're staring at your neighbour, you think you overheard someone call him Thomas a few nights ago. He's standing there only in his briefs and while you're still asking yourself how he isn't cold you see him shiver.

"I probably should have grabbed my bathrobe on the way out," he says. You know you should say something but you're busy looking at him, he's tall, fascinating eyes, cute smile and your sleep deprived brain can’t handle anything at this moment. “But then no one’s really dressed for the occasion, are they?”

You realise he's talking to you, and you blush. "Sorry?"

He giggles.

"I’m cold, my ass is going to freeze and fall off and then it's going to get lost somewhere around here and the city is going to be sued because of a naked butt running around and..." He trails off.

Now you are the one laughing.

“I’m sure that’s not what you said before but we can’t have your butt get lost, good thing it looks like they’re letting us inside again."

You're right. A few minutes later you're back in your apartment, ready to fall asleep again. Snuggled in your blankets, thinking about Thomas winking at you before you parted ways again.

When you leave the next day you can see a little note on your door.

“Hello neighbour,

I would like to ask you out for dinner.

If you're interested just let me know, if not please burn this note and never mention it to anyone! And just pretend you don’t know who I am the next time you see me.

P.S. My ass is still in place, no suing yet ;)

P.P.S. You should ask out the cute guy from the floor above you.

Thom"

You're laughing as you fold the note and put it into the pocket of your coat, not knowing how you should respond. Bold you think, but somehow charming. And now you also know who lives in the flat over you, the wind sometimes carrying lovely guitar tunes to your window from his.

It takes you three days to have the courage until you're knocking on Thomas' door. He opens the door in his pyjamas, messy hair and his mouth open in surprise.

"Hi, I'm your neighbour from downstairs, the one you asked out for dinner" you say, a big grin on your face.

He laughs, and you are glad that you didn't just leave a message and go to your flat again.

"Yes, yes, I did," he says, opening the door for you, "but right now I'm making pancakes.”

“Is that what’s smelling like it’s burning?”

His eyes go wide.

"Shit!"

He turns around and runs to the kitchen. You take the time to look at his flat, there are a few books. Guitars. Magazines. A stray sock on the floor. Photos.

He comes back out a few minutes later, smiling sheepishly.

"Okay, so, it's not burnt. It's just... not exactly the way I had planned."

You knit your eyebrows together thinking about the fire alarms again but shake your head at yourself and smile at him instead.

“I would share them but …. I was kind of planning to eat them straight from the pan and my cooking isn’t exactly made to be shared, or even fit for human consumption.“

You laugh.

"I would like to share them anyway," you say and wink at him, "and I'm sure they're delicious."

He smiles back.

"Well then, sit down and let me be your host," he says. “But if you get food poisoning that’s on you, I warned you.”

“You can say if now is a bad time instead of trying to poison me if you want to, that would be perfectly okay, maybe I should have just written a reply to the note. So sorry if I'm interrupting anything. Or anyone."

"You're not. I'm not... I mean... I'm single. I'm sorry." He blushes. "I didn't mean to say that. Fuck. I mean..."

You start laughing.

"Okay. Calm down. Breathe. It's fine, I promise.”

“I’m only in my pyjamas. I wasn't really expecting anyone. Let alone the person I tried to ask out."

You smile at him.

"Well, I didn't expect you to still be in pyjamas in the middle of the day either." It's 4 o'clock in the afternoon, you really didn't think he would be in his pyjamas.

He looks at you sheepishly: "Good point. You can have my pancakes but only if you're getting in your pyjamas as well."

It's something you can agree on and ten minutes later you're sitting in his living room, in your pyjamas. He smiles and laughs and you have a nice fuzzy feeling when he looks at you. You talk about music, about travelling, about everything and nothing. When it's dark outside and you're full of pancakes, that are only half as bad as he thought and said but somehow still burned at the edges and the inside that should be fluffy sometimes not quite cooked. You're glad you took the chance. He's fun to be around and you talk more, about concerts, memories and favourite places. It's easy to talk to him, and it's even easier to laugh with him. When the conversation dies down a little bit and your eyes are getting heavy, he looks at you and grins.

"We should do that again."

You look at him, he's beautiful, he's sweet, you nod.

"Yes. Definitely."

"Maybe not in pyjamas next time."

*_____*

Thomas doesn't really think he can call it a date, it's not a real one, but it's a great evening and definitely a beginning of something. He likes you, he would love to take you out, and he feels like a fool for having given you a note and not asked you out directly. It's not his usual behaviour. When he's walking you to the door, he thinks about kissing you. But you're just getting to know each other, so he hugs you, and kisses you on the cheek instead. You're grinning and wave at him, he watches you walk to the door and down the hall to his front door.

"See you around?" He asks, a little hope in his voice.

"Of course. I think that's an offer I can't refuse."

"Good, next time I'll take you out for dinner." He says, you lean in and for a second he thinks you're going to kiss him, but you just give him a quick kiss on the nose.

"That would be wonderful," you say and then you're gone.

He goes back inside, closing the door and leaning against it.

"Fuck," he says to himself. "I've got it so bad."

*_____*

Two weeks later you're going out for dinner with Thomas. He's a little late and when he walks into the restaurant he's already apologising from afar.

"I'm so sorry, the traffic is hell," he says, his eyes wide. "And my phone battery died and I couldn't call you. But I'm here, finally."

You smile.

"It's fine," you say and you take a deep breath, he's so cute, you already knew that but seeing him makes you nervous and happy and giddy. A feeling you haven't had in a while. He sits down opposite you. "And I have to say it's nice to see you in something different than your pyjamas or only in underwear."

He blushes.

"You liked the sight then," he says with a smirk and winks at you.

You look at him, raising an eyebrow and grin.

"I didn't say that."

He chuckles and starts looking through the menu. You watch him, trying to figure him out, but it's not as easy as you first had thought.

"Do you want some wine?" He asks, looking at you.

"That sounds great," you say.

He looks at you, you think he's waiting for a question, but you're not sure what.

"I have another idea," you say, hoping it's a good one.

"What would that be?"

"A bet."

He raises an eyebrow.

"What would this bet involve?"

"We have to make the other one blush, the first one to lose the game has to pay for dinner."

He laughs.

"So we're both going to be in trouble tonight."

"Maybe, maybe not."

He looks at you and smiles, "okay, we can do that, but I should warn you I've got a few tricks up my sleeve."

"We'll see," you say.

And with that the game begins. You're looking at each other, smiling, flirting, and you're having fun.

The waiter comes over and asks for your order, Thomas gets Carbonara, and you're getting ravioli.

"Can I try yours?" You ask.

"Yes, if I can try yours."

You're nodding and when the food arrives a few minutes later, you take turns feeding each other.

"This is amazing," you say.

"Yours is too, do you think we should switch?"

You're smiling, shaking your head.

"No, it's good."

"Do you think the pasta is as good as me?"

"Don't make me answer that."

He chuckles.

"I would say we can just not decide who has to pay and just split it."

"You would say that, and I can't tell if it's because you're afraid of losing or because you're trying to be a gentleman."

"I'm always a gentleman." He laughs.

He smiles at you and for a second he looks at his hands, before looking up at you.

"I'm not afraid," he says. He takes your hand, and you know you should prepare yourself for something, "your lips look lonely, would they like to meet mine?"

He looks at you expectantly, his eyes wide, a little shy. It's endearing. And it's really adorable. You try to stay serious, to not laugh. But when his face changes from hopeful to worried and then he's trying to pull his hand away, you can't help yourself.

"That was the worst line ever," you say, laughing.

"I don't know if I should be offended? Are you laughing at me?"

"No," you say, still laughing, "actually it's kinda cute just... it's cute, and I can't believe you actually said that. I thought you're going to make me blush with something dirty but you're just being adorable."

"Hey," he says, pretending to be offended. "I'm not adorable, I'm handsome and I'm..."

"Adorable."

"Not."

You're shaking your head.

"Definitely."

He pretends to pout, which makes you laugh even more. And you can see the blush creep into his cheeks.

"I can't believe I'm the loser of this bet," he says, sighing.

"You might be, but you're right, my lips are a little bit lonely. Mind to help out?"

"I can try, not making any promises though," he says, he leans closer, putting his lips on yours, and kissing you softly. You're smiling, and so is he. It's a short kiss, and it's not really enough, but it's still perfect.

When he pulls away, he's looking at you, his eyes full of wonder, his mouth slightly open.

"What?" You ask.

"I just want to savour the moment, I haven't kissed many people lately, and it feels a little strange to have my first real kiss in a while after a bad pick-up line."

You chuckle.

"You can have another one if you like."

He nods and kisses you again.

*_____*

When dinner is over, Thomas walks you home. He takes your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. He doesn't want the night to end, he likes being with you, and he has a feeling that you might like him too.

He brings you right to your apartment door and kisses you goodbye. It's soft and sweet and you're smiling, leaning into him. He can feel your smile against his lips, and he wants more.

He kisses you a little harder, his tongue flicking out to touch your bottom lip, and then your upper lip. A surprised moan escapes him when you open your mouth, granting him entrance, his tongue sliding over yours. Your arms wrap around him, holding him close, his body pressed against yours, and he can feel you against him. Your soft curves, your breasts pressing against his chest, your warmth and the smell of your skin, it's all intoxicating.

When the kiss ends, his lips are tingling. He looks at you, his mouth open and his breathing a little faster.

"You're good," you say, a smile on your lips.

He blushes.

"Thanks," he whispers.

He's leaning in again, kissing your cheek, and then the side of your neck, nuzzling your skin.

"Thomas," you whisper, his name coming out as a sigh.

He likes the sound of it, he wants to hear it again.

"Hmm," he hums, pressing a kiss right under your ear, sucking gently on your skin, his hands stroking your back. And then he pulls back. "I should say goodnight before I do something stupid."

You look at him, and for a moment he's afraid you'll disagree.

"Yeah," you say, sighing. "You're right."

He's glad that you understand, and a little disappointed that you're agreeing to let things progress slowly.

"Thank you for the lovely evening," he says.

"Thank you."

"I hope we can do that again, soon."

"Me too."

You give him a quick peck on the lips, then you're gone, closing the door behind you.

He stands in front of your door for a moment, his hand on the door, smiling.

"Fuck yes," he says to himself, a spring in his step when he gets up the steps to his own flat.

*_____*

After your third date with Thomas he's away for some time but he texts you. The first night he's back, is the night before your holidays and the first night another fire alarm goes off again, it's the beginning of January. You're annoyed, it's freezing cold outside, your flight is early and not even Thomas who's standing there in only his briefs again, with a bowl of pasta, can't make you smile.

"Hi neighbour," he says.

"Hi," you grumble.

He puts the bowl down, walking towards you and taking your hand.

"What's wrong?"

"I've got an early flight tomorrow, and now the stupid fire alarm went off, and..."

Thomas looks at you with guilt in his eyes, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, "I'm sure the fire department is going to be quick."

"They better be," you say.

You turn around and see the firefighter that you already saw talking to Thomas the last few times. Thomas tries to sneak away, you look at his pasta that all of a sudden looks suspiciously burnt.

"Is this your doing?"

He smiles sheepishly, "maybe."

"Maybe," the firefighter says. "I have a feeling, it might be your boyfriend who's a little bit clueless in the kitchen."

"That's not true, my pancakes are delicious." He says and looks at you for help.

You look at them both.

"Not my boyfriend, not really, and your pancakes were for human consumption but also ... burnt a bit," you say, and the firefighter looks at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay, they were horrible, but I didn't burn anything in a while. Just today."

The firefighter sighs.

"This is the sixth time in not even as many months, please order pizza or go to a cooking class, please, for your neighbours sake," he says and you look at him.

"You're really getting a cooking class," you say to Thomas, "this is not negotiable, you can't cook, and everyone's getting fed up with being woken up by the fire alarm. You need a teacher, or someone, just... something. Please."

Thomas sighs, but he agrees.

"Fine."

"Good," you say.

It's not much longer until the building is empty again and the fire alarm is shut off. You walk to your apartment, and Thomas follows you.

"Sorry about the pancakes, and the pasta, and the fire alarm. And the other fire alarms," he says, sighing.

You shrug.

"It's okay, and now that the fire department knows that the fire alarm is set off by an incompetent cook, they hopefully know for future incidents. Now I should sleep, I'm getting up way too early tomorrow."

"Good night," he says.

"Night."

He hugs you, and kisses you, and you're glad to be inside again.

*_____*

The first time you sleep with Thomas is after you're back, the two of you are spending more and more time together, and there is no way you would ever describe it as 'just friends'. You've been flirting with him, and he with you.

Thomas is kissing you passionately. His hands are under your shirt. You're kissing back, trying to keep up with his kisses and his movements. You're in his bed and while you are both still wearing shirts and underwear you feel a little too warm all of a sudden. He is on top of you, kissing down your neck and biting softly, you let out a soft moan.

"Fuck," he whispers.

"What is it?"

"This is embarrassing, but... I might not last long," he whispers, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"Don't worry about that, I won't be offended," you say, stroking his hair, and kissing his temple. “Feels like a compliment to me.”

"Still."

"It's fine."

He lifts his head, looking at you, smiling, his eyes full of hope and lust. He kisses you again, and starts rubbing against you. The thin layer of fabric is the only thing separating the two of you. You're grinding back, moving together, and it's not long until you're both gasping, and you're holding on to him. His hands are moving, slipping under the waistband of your panties, pushing them down, and then his hands are between your legs. You can feel his fingers on your folds, stroking gently.

"Shit," you breathe, your eyes falling shut.

He's moving, getting between your legs and kneeling on the floor. You prop yourself up on your elbows, and look down at him, watching him, he's licking his lips, and looking at you, his pupils wide. You watch him and he leans in, his breath hot against your skin, his lips kissing the inside of your thigh.

He kisses upwards, getting closer and closer, and when his mouth finally touches you, your head falls back, and a moan leaves your mouth. He's sucking and licking, his tongue teasing your clit, his fingers thrusting into you. Your breathing is ragged and fast, your heart is racing, it doesn't take long until the wave of pleasure is crashing down on you.

"God, fuck, Thomas," you gasp, as the orgasm washes over you.

He keeps going, drawing out the pleasure - making you tremble and writhe. When he's finished, you're lying on the bed, breathing hard. He gets up, and gets rid of his underwear, and his shirt, and when he climbs back on the bed, he's naked. He leans down, kissing you.”

"Can I?" He asks, looking at you.

"Yes, please."

He lines himself up and slowly pushes into you, you can feel him stretching you, filling you, and you wrap your legs around his waist.

"Shit," he breathes.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, it's just..." he trails off, not finishing his sentence, and he starts to move, his thrusts are slow and gentle.

You can see the expression on his face, his mouth is hanging open, his eyes are closed, and he's moaning, and whispering. His name is on your lips, and you're holding onto him, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

His thrusts become faster and harder, his breathing is getting ragged. He's moaning, his hips stuttering. He's groaning and grunting, his body tensing, and his muscles straining, and when he comes, his whole body shakes. He collapses on top of you, his weight resting on you, and his head resting on your chest.

You stroke his hair, and kiss the top of his head, and he's breathing heavily, his eyes closed.

"Sorry," he whispers, after a few moments.

"It's fine."

"It's been a while."

"You can't control these things."

He rolls off of you, and turns his head, his eyes opening.

"I'll make it up to you," he says.

"There's nothing to make up, really. It was wonderful."

"Still," he says.

*_____*

Thomas' birthday is coming up and even though by now he has told his friends and the band about you, he's still nervous asking you to join them for the evening. In the end he doesn't know what he was so worried about, you're excited and happy about the invitation.

Thomas is in the middle of his party, surrounded by friends and family, and you're sitting next to him, with a beer and a slice of cake, and he's happy. You're holding his hand, and occasionally lean over to kiss him.

Victoria is pulling you away from him to dance with you, and he's smiling and laughing as he watches the two of you.

"Good job," she whispers into his ear after she's sick of dancing.

"Thank you!" He has to grin, and then she's gone, and you're back by his side.

"How's the birthday boy doing?"

"Great, now that my girlfriend is back," he says.

You raise an eyebrow.

"Girlfriend?"

"Yes," he says, looking at you, a hopeful smile on his face.

"Okay, boyfriend," you say.

He blushes, and smiles, his eyes are wide but his smile is almost shy. He pulls you in, kissing you softly, and wrapping his arm around you.

"I like that," he says.

"Me too."

*_____*

He drags you into the bedroom as soon as most of the people have left and you can't stop smiling and laughing. Thomas closes the door and turns around to look at you. You're standing there, your hair is a little messy, your shirt is crumpled, and your cheeks are flushed. He can't stop looking at you, and when he doesn't say anything, you take a step forward.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes," he says, and closes the distance between the two of you, kissing you, and holding you close.

He starts unbuttoning your shirt, and kisses the skin that's revealed, then pushes the shirt off your shoulders, it lands on the floor, and then his hands are on your breasts, squeezing gently.

You pull his shirt off, and your fingers trail down his sides, making him shudder. His skin is warm, his stomach soft. You push him down onto the bed, he lies back, looking up at you, his pupils blown, his breathing ragged, and his cock hard.

"I've got a surprise for you, birthday boy.”

"Oh yes," he says, his voice hoarse.

"Close your eyes."

He does, and you take some lube from the nightstand, and get out of your skirt and your underwear, and kneel next to him, straddling his thigh. You squeeze some lube into the palm of your hand, warming it up between your fingers.

"Can I look now?" He asks, impatiently.

"Almost," you say, and then your hands are on his cock, stroking him, your thumb brushing over the tip, his hips bucking into your touch.

"Fuck," he whispers, and he bites his lip, trying to stay quiet, his eyes still closed.

You start moving, your hand stroking his cock, and he's groaning, his hands are grasping the sheets, and he's arching his back, and thrusting into your hand.

"Fuck, please," he gasps, and you stop.

He opens his eyes and looks at you, his mouth hangs open, and his tongue darts out to lick his lips.

"That was mean," he says, but the smile on his lips is telling you that he liked it. “Is my surprise only sex or is there more? Like is it edible underwear or something, a costume … oh," he cuts himself off, when he sees the look on your face.

You raise an eyebrow.

"A costume. You'd like me in a costume, wouldn't you?"

He's blushing, and his cock twitches, he doesn't answer, he doesn't has to.

"Wouldn't you?"

"Yeah," he admits.

You laugh.

"Well, I don't have one now, but if I find one, I might surprise you," you say, “I have something different for you, I want to eat you out and when you’re a whimpering mess, I want to ride you."

"Fuck, yes," he breathes.

"Lie back and relax."

"I can do that," he says.

You lean down and start kissing his chest, nipping and licking his skin. You can feel his heartbeat, his breathing shallow. You're working your way down, kissing his stomach. You take his cock in your hand, and stroke him, and he moans. You kiss further down, getting between his legs, and licking his balls, and then his cock. He's moaning, his hips jerking.

"Oh god, please," he gasps.

You continue, sucking his balls into your mouth, and then moving back. He spreads his legs a little further apart, and lifts his hips, you kiss his thighs, and stroke his cock, your other hand moves between his cheeks, and when your finger brushes over his hole, his hips jerk violently.

"Fuck," he gasps.

"Can I?" You ask.

"Please," he begs.

You're spreading his legs a little more, and kissing the inside of his thighs, and then you're licking his hole, your tongue teasing the tight ring of muscle. He's panting and gasping, his eyes closed, his mouth hanging open. He's writhing on the bed, his hips moving, and when you push your tongue into him, he's swearing, his hands gripping the sheets.

“Oh god, please don’t stop. Shit, please. Fuck, this is amazing, shit, please, fuck, I want- I need- please, please, please, please," he's babbling, and when you reach between his legs, and wrap your fingers around his cock, his body is shaking, and he's swearing. "Fuck, oh god, please, please, I need you. If you keep fucking me this good," he gasps. “I might just have to marry you.”

Your mouth is still on him but you smile, and you're licking and sucking, your hand is stroking his cock.

For Thomas it feels like minutes, for you, it must have been less than a minute. He's writhing and swearing, and moaning, his breathing is ragged, and his hips are stuttering, his cock throbbing and leaking pre-come. He's a mess, his back arched, fingers entangled in your hair.

“You enjoy that?”

"Fuck, yes. Yes. God, yes, please, please, I need you, please," he pants, and his eyes are wide open, looking at you.

"You ready for me, birthday boy?"

"Yes, yes, please," he whispers.

You kneel over him, straddling his waist, guiding him to your entrance. He's holding on to your hips, his eyes squeezed shut. You lower yourself, and when the head of his cock slips into you, the both of you moan. You're moving, taking him in inch by inch, and when he's completely inside you, you're sitting in his lap. You move your hips, riding him, and he's thrusting up into you, his cock rubbing against your walls, hitting all the right places. He's groaning, and his fingers dig into your skin.

“That was so good, no one ever did that for me before, I didn't think I'd like it, but fuck, this was amazing," he's talking, and it sounds almost like he's drunk. Drunk on lust and emotions.

You start riding him, your hips moving, and he's thrusting up into you, his moans fill the room, and the sounds of your bodies moving together. The slap of skin against skin is the only sound, apart from his voice.

"Please, don't stop," he's begging, and his words are slurring, his movements becoming erratic. His back arches, his muscles tense, and his body starts to shake, his grip on your hips tightens, and his mouth falls open. "Oh god, fuck, fuck, please, oh god, please, please, please, please, oh god," his voice is hoarse, and then his hips are jerking, and his cock is throbbing and his eyes are squeezed shut, his body is shaking, his nails digging into your skin. He's gasping, and his cock pulses inside of you.

He's panting, his eyes are open, and he looks at you, his gaze unfocused. You lift your hips, and he slips out of you, his hands are resting on your hips, his grip still tight, and his breathing is laboured.

You roll off of him, and lie down next to him. When he reaches for you, you hold him. His body is trembling, and his heart is beating fast. He's breathing hard, and his eyes are closed.

"Wow, that was amazing," he mumbles.

"It was," you say, kissing his temple.

"I need to clean up, give me a second," he says, and he's trying to get up.

"Stay, I'll do it."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

He's smiling, eyes still closed, his head resting on the pillow, and his breathing is getting steadier again. You get up, and walk into the bathroom, and return with a washcloth.

"This was the best birthday present," he says, looking at you. “No candy underwear but you can’t have everything.”

"It was a pleasure."

"What about you?”

“Oh, don’t worry about me, I came long before you.”

"You did?"

"Yes."

He smiles, and closes his eyes. You're cleaning him up, wiping away the sweat, and his come, and his eyelids flutter. You put the washcloth into the laundry basket, and crawl back into bed.

"I'll do something for you, just let me catch my breath," he says, his words are slurred, and his breathing is deep.

"There's no need," you whisper.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

He nods, and he's snuggling closer to you before he drifts off to sleep.

"Happy birthday," you whisper, and press a soft kiss to his forehead, and he sighs contently.

*_____*

A couple of weeks later, you're sitting in the dressing room with Victoria after a show. He's sitting on a couch, his legs spread wide, and he's talking to someone. You can't hear what they're saying, but you're watching him. His smile, and the way his eyes light up, the way he talks. The way he moves his hands.

Victoria is next to you, she's watching you, and a smile is playing on her lips.

"You're staring," she says.

"Yes," you answer.

She's grinning.

"Do you need help?" She asks.

"No."

"I know a lot about him."

"I don't doubt it."

"I mean, if you wanted to surprise him," she says, and winks.

“Actually I would need your help,” you smile, “Valentine’s is coming up and I would like to do something. Something a bit romantic, and something a bit, you know, … sexy.”

She's grinning, and her eyes light up.

"Oh yes, I would love to help you with that."

"As long as it doesn’t involve edible underwear,” you laugh.

She looks at you confused.

"No, but why would you think that?"

"Thomas mentioned it. He was curious about it."

"Oh," she grins, "c’mon it would make him laugh. You’re both silly like that. Just do it as an extra little thing, a candy bra and some really nice lace panties.”

“You’re right, if nothing else it would make him laugh, and he would love it. Thank you, Vic, for all the help you gave me and I would be honoured to have your advice and assistance with this."

"So, what do you have planned so far?"

"I'll tell you, but first I need to ask Thomas if he has any plans for the day, because if he does, we have to plan around them."

"Sounds like a good idea," she agrees. “He’s a romantic, so I don’t think he has other than plans he might have come up with already, but I can interrogate him a little bit. So what’s the plan?”

“I want to cook with him at home. You know how he set off the fire alarms a few times when he tried cooking and I figured that we can try it together, and maybe I can help him, make sure that we won't have a repeat performance of those days. Maybe we can do it together, so he will actually learn something, or maybe we'll fail spectacularly together. Light some candles, maybe get a bit wine drunk. And then after dinner, maybe have a bath and then go to bed, have sex, cuddle. Just the two of us, and a nice relaxed evening. No stress, no worries, just us. What do you think?"

"It sounds great," Victoria smiles. "So, what are you going to cook?"

"We never really cooked together before, but I did some research and I found a recipe for a lasagne, that sounds really good. We should be able to manage that. Worst case scenario we’re ending up with take-out.”

“Great, I’ll let you know when I find something out.”

._____.

Later that day, you're in bed, you're naked, and his face is buried between your thighs, his tongue is lapping at your wetness. His fingers are inside of you, and he's working his tongue on your clit. You're arching your back, almost grinding against his mouth. He's humming, you can feel the vibrations, and his teeth graze your clit.

His tongue is flat moving down, licking the length of your folds, and he's nipping at the sensitive skin. His fingers are curling and rubbing against the sweet spot inside of you, and when his other hand moves from your hip, and his finger brushes over your entrance, your breath hitches.

"Fuck," you gasp.

"That's the plan," he says, his voice muffled.

"Fuck," you say again.

He chuckles and his finger slides into you, his tongue is teasing your clit. His lips wrap around your clit, and he's sucking gently. Your hands are on his head, your fingers running through his hair, and your hips are moving. He's fucking you, his fingers are curling and pressing, and his tongue is stroking and licking, and your body is tensing.

"Thomas, please," you beg.

He doesn't stop, and his finger pushes in and out of you, his lips wrapped around your clit, his tongue licking, and his fingers are hitting all the right places. You're arching, and your hips are moving, and you can feel the orgasm building up. Your muscles are clenching, your breath hitches, and your toes are curling. You're close, so close, and you're grinding against his mouth, and his finger is still moving inside you.

"Fuck, Thomas," you gasp, and you're coming.

Your body is tensing, and your eyes are squeezing shut, your back is arching. Your muscles clench, and your walls are gripping his finger, and he's still fucking you, and his lips are wrapped around your clit, his tongue licking and sucking. Your hips jerk, and you're shaking, and he just doesn't stop.

He's lapping and licking, and you're squirming, and your hips are bucking, and you're whimpering. His finger is pressing and pushing, and his tongue is lapping and stroking, and your back is arching. He's humming, and your breathing is ragged.

You're tugging at his hair, and you're whimpering.

"Thomas, please, I need a moment, please," you're panting.

He stops, and looks at you, his chin is glistening, and his eyes are dark, and there's a small smirk playing on his lips.

"Are you tired already?"

"Yes, very much, I need a break," you say.

"You'll get one," he says.

He gets up, and moves over you, and your bodies are touching, his weight on top of you, and his cock is hard and twitching against your thigh, and you reach between your bodies, and wrap your fingers around his shaft, and start stroking him. He's groaning, and his head falls forward, and he's burying his face in your neck. His breath is hot against your skin, and he's rocking his hips, his cock sliding through your fingers.

He's panting and gasping, and you can feel him throb, his precum is smearing across your stomach. He's thrusting his hips, and his breath is hitching like yours before. He's moving, his hips jerking, and he's pushing his cock into your hand, his body is shaking, and his fingers dig into the mattress.

"Please, I want to come inside you," he moans.

"Do it," you say, and his cock twitches, and you spread your legs a little wider, and guide him between your folds, and he's entering you slowly.

"Fuck," he moans, and his body is trembling.

"You're so wet," he gasps, and his eyes are closed.

You lift your legs, and wrap them around his waist, and he's completely inside you, and he's still for a moment. He's panting, his cock is pulsing, and his muscles are tensing, and he starts moving, his thrusts are shallow, and his eyes are closed, and his lips are slightly parted, and his hair is hanging in his face. His hands are on either side of your head, and his body is shaking.

"Thomas, look at me," you say.

He looks at you, his eyes are glassy, and his pupils are blown.

"I'm not made of glass, please fuck me."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, please," you beg, and you move, and wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He starts moving, his movements slow and deliberate, and his breathing is ragged, and his muscles are tense, he's gritting his teeth.

"Harder, please," you moan, and your hips are bucking - matching his thrusts. Your back is arching, and his eyes fall shut, and he's pushing into you, his thrusts are hard.

"Shit, oh fuck," he groans.

“God, so good, Thom, please," you gasp, and his body is trembling.

He's gasping and moaning, and he's leaning down, and kisses you, his mouth is on yours, and he's thrusting into you, his movements erratic, and his fingers are gripping the sheets.

"You're so beautiful," he pants, and his voice is raspy.

He's moving faster, and his cock is sliding in and out of you, his lips on yours, and his tongue is moving against yours. Your legs are shaking, and you can feel the pressure inside of you building again. The tension coils in your belly, you're getting closer, and your fingers dig into his shoulders. You're gasping, his name a breathy moan.

"Please, Thomas, please," you beg.

"Please, what?"

"I want to come, I'm close," you moan.

"I know, love, so am I, please, come for me," he gasps. “Come again, please.”

He's moving his hips, his thrusts are fast and hard, and you're gasping and moaning, and his movements become more erratic.

"Shit, I'm close," he moans.

Your muscles clench, and the tension in your belly is too much, you can't hold it any longer. You're coming, your body is shaking, you're crying out, your body is arching, and you're clinging to him. His cock is throbbing and twitching, and his hips are jerking, and he's coming. You're trembling, and his cock is still pulsing, and his body is shuddering, and his face is buried in your neck.

"Fuck," he groans.

"Yes, indeed," you breathe.

*_____*

“What are you doing on Valentine’s Day?” Vic asks him some days later just after they had dinner together.

“Yes, so I was thinking of taking her to Verona for a day or two. Or maybe go to the planetarium and have a nice dinner afterwards. What do you think?”

“It’s great, Thom. But maybe you should do Verona another time, take her to the planetarium and maybe don’t worry about dinner. Romantic night in, you know.”

“You know something I don’t know, don’t you? Okay, planetarium and romantic night in. Understood.”

She grins and gives him a kiss on the cheek.

._____.

It's Valentine's day and you're sitting on the couch together for breakfast. You made pancakes, edible and not burned. After you finish eating he's kissing you, and his arms are around your waist, his body is warm against yours. His lips are soft, and his breath is hot, and then he's pulling away from the kiss.

"I have a present for you," he says.

"So do I," you smile.

"Me first," he says, and his cheeks are red.

He's taking a little box from the cupboard, and gives it to you, and you open it, and there's a bracelet. A thin, golden bracelet with three charms. A tiny rose, a guitar, and a heart.

"Oh Thomas," you whisper. "Thank you, I love it."

"Really?"

"Yes."

You take the bracelet and put it on.

"It's so beautiful, thank you."

He's smiling, and there's a pink blush on his cheeks.

"And now your turn," he says.

You're going to your room and take a bigger, gift wrapped box, and give it to him, and he sits on the couch next to you opening it. In it is a knitted sweater, he takes it and he smiles. The sweater is pale blue, and has a white pattern of musical notes and stars on it.

"Oh, this is so beautiful," he whispers. “I can’t believe you knitted for me.”

"I'm glad you like it."

"I love it." He gives you a kiss, “and I thought we could go to the planetarium and I was told to have a romantic night in.”

“Yes, the night is my part of the plan.” You smile.

._____.

When you arrive at the planetarium it's almost empty. There's only a group of school children, a couple and a few people that seem to be there just to have a look around, but there's no guided tour and no lectures, so you're wandering around, looking at the exhibits, and watching the different shows while holding hands.

At some point, when the children have left and you're alone in the room, there's a show about the northern lights, and Thomas is staring at the ceiling. His eyes are sparkling, he smiles at you.

"One day I want to see them with you," he says.

"Someday, maybe."

"Yes, someday," he sighs, and smiles.

The lights dim, the show ends, and you're leaving the room. You're wandering through the hall, looking at the displays, and the pictures of the different constellations and galaxies, and stars. You're standing in front of the big picture of the milky way. Thomas is behind you, his arms are around your waist, nuzzling your neck.

“What’s your favourite,” he asks.

"You're my favourite," you whisper back.

"Your favourite galaxy, silly.”

"That would be still you," you say, and he kisses your neck.

"I’m also quite fond of you," he chuckles.

"So, which one is yours?"

"That would be the Orion nebula."

"Why that one?"

"Because of the colours and the beauty, and the fact that it's made from gas, dust and stardust, and the fact that it's a birthplace for stars, that makes it special to me."

You look at him.

“Maybe Ethan talked a lot about space lately and I think it might not be a galaxy, but it is still something related to the universe, so we’ll pretend that it still counts."

He's laughing and kisses you.

._____.

When you are back home and there's music playing, the lights are dim - the candles are flickering.

“I thought we could make lasagne together, have some wine, have a bath and later move to bed, have some more wine and then sleep or do other things."

He laughs.

"That sounds wonderful."

You start cooking together. Chopping, sizzling and at some point there's tomato sauce spilled, and tomato on the wall, and on the kitchen counter.

"Oops, sorry," he laughs.

"It's okay, I'll clean it up," you laugh.

You're cleaning up the mess, and then there's tomato on his face, and on his shirt, and you're still laughing. He's taking the bowl, puts it on the kitchen counter, and moves closer to you. He's leaning in, his lips touching yours, his hands are on your waist. His tongue is pushing against your lips and he's deepening the kiss.

“We should cook first, at least have the ragu sauce cooking,” you say between kisses.

"Yes, that's right," he whispers.

He's smiling and kisses your nose.

"Later," he says and winks, which makes you giggle.

You're making the ragu sauce, he's holding you from behind, his chin is on your shoulder, and his lips are against your neck.

"Do you need a hand?" He asks.

"No, the sauce is fine," you say, and his hands are roaming over your body, his mouth is on your neck, and he's nipping and kissing. His lips are brushing against your ear.

"Thomas, stop, or I won't be able to focus," you laugh.

"That's exactly what I'm hoping for," he chuckles. “Also don’t deny it but I saw that earlier. You checked out my ass when I bent down to take out the wine glasses and the bottle."

You smile and giggle.

"Yes, and I'm not even sorry, it's a really cute butt."

"Thanks, it's a gift from God, and I'm not even kidding."

You laugh and turn your head, your lips brush against his.

"Yes, it is."

He's laughing, and his fingers are digging into your waist.

"I love you," he says, his voice is low. His breath is warm against your skin. And his heart is beating against your back.

"I love you too."

He smiles and kisses you. Thomas’ hands are cupping your face and he's leaning his forehead against yours.

“Can we make out while the things in the pots are cooking and boiling, please, and maybe a bit later?"

You're giggling.

"Yes, I would like that," you say.

His lips are soft. His tongue is licking and sliding against yours, his hands are sliding over your body. Thomas’ touch is gentle. He's lifting you up on the kitchen counter and you're wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Can I touch your cute godsend butt," you ask, and his body is shaking with laughter.

"Yes, yes you can, and I would be offended if you didn't."

You're running your hands over his shoulders, down his back, right to his ass. Thomas’ hands are in your hair, his hips pressed against yours. His lips are sliding along your jaw, down your neck, and he's sucking at the spot just under your ear. His hardening cock is pressing against your core.

"Thom, the sauce will burn," you gasp.

"Right," he whispers, “but it’s not burning yet, let me kiss you some more."

"Okay," and with that he's deepening the kiss again.

His fingers are slipping under your skirt, his thumbs are brushing against the lace of your panties. His hand is sliding between your legs, he's slowly pushing the fabric aside, and his fingers are tracing along your folds, he's circling your entrance. And then his fingers are entering you, his thumb stroking over your clit.

"God, you're so wet," he moans.

"Thomas," you gasp.

"Mhm?"

"The sauce, it's burning."

"Shit," he curses. Then his hand is gone, he steps back and turns off the heat.

"Sorry." He gives you an apologetic little smile.

“Is this how you triggered the fire alarm before, cooking, and getting distracted?"

"Yeah, I tried to make dinner once, and I forgot to stir the sauce, and the next thing I knew the alarm was blaring."

“Making out? Or just distracted.”

“Just distracted, I wasn’t making out with anyone, I was alone in the flat, and had no idea why the alarm was going off, I was a little confused. It took a few seconds to figure out it was the food on the stove. Once or twice or maybe … more.”

"I'm not even surprised, and I can relate," you smile, and he grins.

"Sorry," he chuckles, and gives you a kiss, and his lips are lingering, and his tongue is licking against yours, and his teeth are scraping against your bottom lip, and his hands are sliding over your back.

"The sauce is safe now," he whispers, his nose is brushing against yours and his hands are in your hair.

"Let’s put together the lasagne and put it in the oven, then we can make out some more," you suggest.

"That sounds like a good plan," he says.

"Yes, very good plan, I know," you chuckle, his body is warm against yours..

You're finishing the lasagne, putting it in the oven and Thomas is setting the timer.

“Now I want more kisses," he looks at you.

He's kissing and sucking at your neck, his hands are pushing your skirt up, his fingers are pulling down your panties.

"Thom, we should wait until the lasagne is done," you whisper and he groans.

"Just a few minutes, please," he pleads, his other hand is gripping your thigh, his fingers digging into your flesh.

"Okay," you moan, his thumb is circling your clit not leaving you room to think.

"Thank you," he breathes. “Bedroom, we have a timer anyways. We will hear it, and can continue."

You nod, his hand is gone, and you're stumbling towards the bedroom. Kissing on your way and his hands are sliding under your shirt.

“Oh, is this …” he laughs, “finally what I wished for? Candy hearts in your bra?"

"Maybe," you laugh.

"I love it," he says.

"I thought, since it's valentine's day, and the edible underwear was a bit out of my comfort zone, maybe that’s close enough for you? Or too much? It's weird isn't it, I'm sorry," you say, and he shakes his head.

"No, not weird, I love it, and I'm so glad you did that for me," he says, and pulls away from the kiss. "You know what else I wanted?"

"Tell me," you say.

"This," he says, and sneaks his hand in your bra, and takes one of the candy hearts, and his hand is moving up, and the little heart is touching your lips.

"Open," he says, and you open your mouth, and his hand is moving up, and the heart is in your mouth.

"Now, can I take off the bra?" He asks.

"Yes, go ahead, you can eat the rest of the candy," you laugh, and he's pulling the cup down, and taking a candy heart with his tongue and he's biting it, and then his mouth is on yours.

"Delicious," he chuckles, and his eyes are sparkling.

"Yes, very," you smile.

"You're delicious," he says, and his mouth is on yours, and the taste of the candy and the wine is still on his lips, and his tongue is licking against yours.

His lips are moving along your jaw, and to your neck, and his mouth is sucking and kissing at the crook of your neck.

He's lying down, and you're straddling him, and he's reaching for your bra, and pulls it off. His hands are cupping your breasts, and his mouth is on the valley of your breasts, and his tongue is licking along your sternum, and his teeth are grazing against your nipple.

He's sucking, and his teeth are pinching and his tongue is flicking over the sensitive bud, and you're gasping and moaning.

His mouth is moving to the other breast, and his lips are closing around your nipple, and his mouth is warm and his breath is hot against your skin. He's sucking and his teeth are grazing against your hardening nipple, and his hands are on your back, and they're sliding over your hips.

“I think some of the hearts fell out of the bra," he chuckles.

"I can look for them later," you laugh, and he laughs, and kisses you.

"Yes, we'll find them later, now, can I lick the rest off of your body?"

"Yes, please, and feel free to use your teeth too," you whisper, and his tongue is licking along your neck, and over your collarbones, and his tongue is moving over the swell of your breasts. His teeth are grazing against your nipples, and his lips are brushing against the underside of your breasts, and his hand is cupping the other, and his thumb is rubbing over your nipple, and his tongue is moving lower, and his teeth are biting and sucking.

“Found one,” he says and nibbles it off your stomach.

He's licking lower, and his tongue is sliding along the edge of your panties. His mouth is on the lace, and his tongue is licking along the damp material, and his teeth pulling back the waistband with his teeth.

“I think you missed one.” You pull his head back to your bellybutton.

"Oh, yes," he breathes, and his tongue is swirling, and he's sucking and his teeth are nipping, and the candy is gone.

His hand is cupping your pussy, and his thumb is stroking over your folds through the damp fabric.

"Can I have a taste?" He asks, and his breath is hot against the damp lace, and you're nodding.

"Yes, please."

His hands are pushing the panties aside, and his fingers are brushing along your slit, and he's pushing two fingers inside, and curling them.

He's spreading your legs, and his tongue is flicking over your clit, and he's pushing his fingers deeper, and curling them, and stroking against your g spot.

"You taste so good," he moans. “Better than the candy."

"Yes," you gasp.

"And you're so wet, and hot, and soft."

"Thom," you moan, and his tongue is lapping over your clit, and his teeth are grazing against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Come on my face, please," he moans, and his fingers are rubbing against your g spot, and his tongue is flicking against your clit, and his thumb is pressing down on the swollen bud.

"I'm almost there, don't stop," you moan.

"Good, come on my tongue," he growls, and his fingers are moving faster, and his tongue is licking over your clit. “Let me taste you."

"Yes, yes," you whimper.

"Yes, let me lick your sweet juices, come on," he moans, and his fingers are fucking you, and his tongue is stroking over your clit, and his eyes are fluttering open, and when he looks up at you, you’re tumbling over the edge, and your pussy is clenching around his fingers, and the wave of pleasure is crashing through you.

"Yes, that's it," he breathes. "I love it when you're coming on my face."

"I love it when you're licking me clean," you breathe.

He's laughing, and his mouth is sucking, and his tongue is licking, and he's swallowing your juices, and his tongue is licking into you.

“But now I would love to return the favour,” you’re pulling at his hair, “and taste you too."

He's groaning, and his eyes are shining, and his lips are curving into a smile.

"Yes, please, I would love that."

You're pushing him on his back, and he's lifting his hips, and pulling down his boxer briefs.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Touch me," he says.

"I am, but where do you want me to touch you," you say.

"Anywhere," he moans.

"What about here?" You run a finger over his hipbone.

"Yes," he whimpers.

"And here?" You lick his abs.

"God, yes," he moans.

"What about here?" You circle his cock.

"Yes, please."

"Here?" Your lips are wrapping around his cock, and your tongue is stroking over the crown.

"Fuck, yes," he groans.

"Where else, should I touch you?"

"On my thighs," he breathes.

"Okay," you say, and your fingers are stroking over his inner thigh, and your nails are dragging over the soft skin.

"There, please," he pants.

Your mouth is sinking down on his cock, and your tongue is swirling over the head.

"Yes, there, God, your mouth feels so good," he moans, and his fingers are in your hair.

Your fingers are stroking over his balls, and over his perineum, and his cock is pulsing in your mouth.

"There too," he whimpers.

You're circling his opening, and his hand is fisting your hair.

"Yes, there," he moans.

Your fingertip is circling his opening, and he's gasping and panting.

"Can I?"

"Yes, God yes," he says, and your finger is pressing into him, and your lips are sucking his cock, and his hips are pushing up.

"Fuck," he curses, and his hand is pulling you back down by your hair and his legs are shaking.

"Are you close?"

"Yes, keep going, I'm so close," he moans, and your finger is pumping into him, and your mouth is sinking down on his cock, and your tongue is flicking over the head, and his body is trembling.

"Faster, please," he begs, and your finger is curling, and his cock is pulsing, and his hips are thrusting, and his ass is clenching around your finger, and his cock is twitching and his cum is spilling over his belly, and his hand is tugging your hair.

"So good," he whispers.

"Good," you whisper, and his fingers are tracing along your cheek, and you're kissing his belly.

"We should get cleaned up," you say, and he's smiling and his hand is pulling you down for a kiss. “Shit, does it smell burnt in here? Shit, Thom, the lasagne."

"Shit, fuck," he says, and sits up, and gets off the bed, and pulls on his boxer briefs.

He's sprinting to the kitchen, and you're following him, and when he's opening the oven, there's a cloud of smoke coming out. And somehow a little baking paper inferno has formed, and you're not sure what happened, and it's smoking, and Thom is staring at it, and you're turning off the oven.

"I'm sorry, I think I left the baking tray I made pizza on yesterday in the oven, with the baking paper.”

“It’s fine, just open the window before the smoke alarm goes off and the fire brigade is your guest again.”

He opens the window, you put out the tiny flames, and the oven is full of black crumbs. But your lasagne is salvageable.

"It tastes amazing," you say, after the first bite.

"Yes, the sauce is so good," he says, and grins, and his foot is caressing your leg under the table. “Let’s sleep in tomorrow and just cuddle. Maybe we should start our own little tradition.”

“Okay,” you say looking curious.

“How about we make that day of the first fire alarm, when we talked to each other first, our day? Eat pancakes, talk, cuddle, almost burn down the house.

"That sounds perfect," you smile, and he smiles and kisses you.

……

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PAIRING. thomas raggi x fem!reader

SUMMARY. måneskin is competing in eurovision and thomas’ girlfriend surprises him with the help of their friends, to support her lover who thought that she would be staying home because of work.

WORD COUNT. 897

Y/N L/N WALKED around the airport after her flight finally landed and she gathered her luggage. She had flown to Rotterdam in order to surprise her boyfriend Thomas. The grand final of Eurovision was later on and there was a specific time that she needed to meet her friends at the venue. She made plans with Victoria, Ethan, and Damiano to surprise the youngest member but she also wanted to be there to support her friends.

She had a taxi take her to the place and she was met by Victoria who ushered her to the backstage area. She would be sitting in the green room with them once the finals actually started, but for now she was ready to see her partner. The two girls walked for a little longer before the H/C haired girl came to a stop. She could heard Thomas’ voice speaking to Ethan and Damiano most likely.

“What is this surprise?” Thomas asked, a tiny bit annoyed that his friends were trying to keep something from him and would not tell him. He had asked about it like fifty times, yet he still got no straightforward response.

“We will tell you soon, just be patient!” It was the singer who spoke up this time, his voice being louder than he intended. “You are going to love it, that’s all I can say for now.”

Thomas rolled his eyes at the two other males, not wanting to talk about it anymore because of the fact they were so hush hush. He wondered what could be so important but everyone in the band could be a little on the unpredictable side sometimes. Who knows what they had in store for him.

“Stay right there for a second,” Victoria’s words were more quiet so that Thomas was unable to hear. She turned and walked back into the dressing room with a smirk present on her face, not attempting to hide anything from the younger male.

Her slight mischievous energy gained his attention, causing him to focus on Victoria completely. “Why do you look like that? Did you do something you shouldn’t have?” His words held a teasing tone to them.

“Why do you assume I did something?” It wasn’t long before she feigned offense, not able to do it for too long though.

She glanced at Ethan and Damiano, who had the same type of expressions on their faces. It was time for them to reveal the big surprise. The bassist was excited to see how her friend would react. His girlfriend had been working a lot recently and originally thought that she wouldn’t be able to go to Rotterdam, but fate had different plans.

The de Angelis started explaining what she and the other two had been keeping from Thomas. “We are finally ready to tell you about your surprise. You’ve seemed a little…disappointed recently, so we wanted to cheer you up with someone special.”

This was Y/N’s cue to made her presence known so she joined the band in the room and her eyes immediately landed on the guy she loved so much. A look of disbelief had flashed upon his features but it was soon replaced with happiness. Thomas walked over to his girlfriend and wrapped his arms around her, feeling tears in his eyes that he tried to keep at bay.

“What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t able to come because of work. Are you staying for the finals?” There were so many thoughts in his brain that he almost couldn’t keep up.

Y/N laughed, finding his reaction a little funny but more-so precious. “Yes, I am staying for the finals and afterwards. I’ll go back home with you guys. I honestly thought I wouldn’t but I worked something out with my boss and she let me take a couple of days off. I talked with these three about surprising you and hopped on the first flight here that I could get.”

She rubbed his back once she felt his hands fidgeting, which was a habit that he had picked up because of her. He was the happiest person and it was obvious in that moment. The girl stepped back a bit and it didn’t take long for their eyes to lock with one other’s gaze. He had a couple of tears that escaped, which made Y/N frown for a split second.

She wiped them away before kissing his cheeks. “Angel, I’m here, okay. I came here to support you guys. I could never miss out on something as big as this.”

“I was convinced that I’d have to do this without you, but I’m happy that you’re here now.” Thomas’ confession almost broke the L/N’s heart but she was over the moon that she could be here in person to cheer him on like he and their friends deserved.

“I hate to break up this sweet moment but we have to finish getting ready,” Damiano reminded his band mates.

Y/N placed a hand on her boyfriend’s arm and smiled once more. “I’ll be here all night so go and get ready, rockstar.”

Thomas playfully rolled his eyes but did as she and Damiano said, going to change into his outfit for their performance. It was going to be a crazy night but he felt like it would be ten times better now that Y/N was with him.

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Linger

Pairing: Thomas x Reader Wordcount: 2.2k Summary: 5 times you want to ask Thomas to stay the night but don’t + 1 time Thomas stays Warnings: Fluff, some yearning - I guess A/N: Short and sweet (short isn’t what I am known for and the other ones are getting much longer again) and probably not really good but I need to get myself back to writing. So many ideas are still waiting for me, next ones are gonna be another Thomas (smut) one and some more poly fics.

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One

You can’t really remember when you thought about it the first time. About Thomas staying the night. Thomas in your bed, next to you, keeping you warm. The first time you thought about asking him to stay you can remember however. 

After everyone already left Thomas decided to stay.

“I could have another drink,” he had smiled, “And another cigarette.”

And he stayed for another cigarette and drink right at your kitchen window. Lit cigarette in one hand, drink in the other. Your eyes followed his movements, how he moved the cigarette to his lips. How he inhaled, then exhaled. 

Internally you sighed, aware of your staring. 

First there was Thomas, who leaned outside the window, looking up at the sky with a frown. Just before a raindrop hit your own face. It started to rain down heavily in a few seconds. Thomas flicked the cigarette out of the window before closing it.

“Do you have an umbrella for me?”

You did just shake your head, you don’t have one. You gave it to a friend a while ago and have not seen it since. There was another sigh from Thomas. 

That’s the first time you thought about asking him to stay the night. The image how you cuddle close, watch something silly before falling asleep, how you could touch him without worry. All the things you’re too afraid to ask for, you weren’t quite sure what he would think about it, if he would be surprised, confused, maybe even uncomfortable.

“Time to get wet then.” 

Thomas smiled at you before pulling you into a hug for a bit longer than usual.

Two

The next time it happens is about a month later. Thomas being home from tour for a few days and coming around when some friends are over for dinner. He brings a bottle of white wine. 

It’s a normal night, laughter, drinks, Thomas who compliments your pasta in front everyone, spaghetti still in his mouth. It has you blushing. 

You got closer over the last weeks. You feel like you are becoming a friend to him. But with that your longing also intensifies. A burning little flame somewhere close to your heart. You’re surprised that no one has called you out about it by now. Sometimes you can’t take your eyes off him, when he laughs or when he’s silly and cute. When he pouts at Vic. When he plays guitar which someone just put into his arms in a bar. Someone should have noticed by now but even Thomas himself seems to be oblivious to it. Sometimes he just looks back at you - and smiles.

Once again he stays behind again when everyone leaves. Even helps you clean dishes, hums some melody next to you. He looks tired, there are dark circles under his eyes. You want to brew him a cup of tea, wrap him into a blanket and wait until he falls asleep. But there’s that fear of him looking at you out of big eyes and to scare him away. That he could think that you’re too clingy. The fear of the awkwardness the question could bring.

He laughs about a stupid joke you tell him when you’re back in the living room. He looks good sprawling his long limbs all over your sofa and he doesn’t look like he’s planning on leaving soon. It’s already two o’clock in the morning. And for the first time you’re talking about something that goes deeper, that feels like a connection. 

You want to ask him to stay when he hugs you goodbye two hours later. But you don’t. And Thomas leaves, you can feel the brush of his lips against your cheek.

Three

The third time has you laughing and Thomas muttering under his breath. Thomas just came back inside from smoking on your balcony. 

“What did you do?” You laugh.

He’s only in one shoe - the other one missing.

“Fell through the railing when I stretched my legs.” 

“You don’t want to get it back?”

“And then some weirdo grabbed it and ran away.”

You snort. 

“For real?”

“For real.”

He sits down next to you and puts his head on your shoulder. He started to be closer to you, also on a physical level. It makes your cheeks heat up and sets a colony of insects free in your chest. Everytime his fingertips are brushing your skin, everytime he hugs you close, when he whispers something against your shoulder and you can feel his breath. 

“I guess, you don’t have a pair to spare in my size?” He laughs and gets you out of your spiraling thoughts.

“No,” you laugh as well. But you could stay here. At least until the morning and someone could fetch you a pair, you think. But all you say is: “Sorry.”

“Looks like I’m gonna walk home barefoot then.”

Four

Another night, another night you want to ask Thomas to stay. 

It’s the last night of Sanremo. Vic is lounging on your couch with a drink in hand while Ethan and Thomas are sitting on the floor, Thomas has his head in Ethan’s lap until Vic throws a pillow at his head.

“You're going to be the next Damiano?” She laughs at him. 

Damiano left an hour ago, his social battery running low. Vic rolled her eyes and made fun of him not helping the general situation until Ethan told her off and Damiano decided to flee out of your home. Now she’s throwing another pillow against Thomas' head. He looks up at her grumpily and the next cushion hits him square in the face. Ethan catches the next one while Thomas scrambles up from the floor, takes his drink and ends half on top of you not even a second later. 

You can see Ethan and Vic look at each other but they don’t comment. Thomas only cuddles closer and you brush your fingers through his hair, scratch his scalp. He sleeps through Vic jumping on the sofa, Ethan who moved up to sit next her telling her to fuck off when she jumps on his thighs and both yelling at the screen in Italian. He only wakes up when you whisper into his ear.

“Who won?” He yawns.

There’s no time to answer him as Vic already screams Ice Cream time and Ethan tries to shush her.

“You’re like a five year old on a sugar high already,” Thomas mumbles. Somehow Ethan still trudges to your freezer and hands out cold sweetness to each of you.

Thomas feels like dead weight on your legs when Vic and Ethan go to get their jackets and shoes. Ethan comes back with Thomas’ stuff which he dumps on Vic when he sees that Thomas doesn’t move.

“Thomas, c’mon.” Ethan mutters. “Or do I have to carry you out of here?”

You want to say that he can stay. In your lap, just like he is. Half asleep but Ethan and Victoria are both looking at you and everything you want to say dies somewhere in your throat. 

Thomas stretches his arms out to Ethan who picks him up with a sigh.

“Can some of you idiots please open the door for me and the bigger idiot in my arms?”

Five 

It’s already half a year since the thought crossed your mind the first time. 

They just came off stage and Thomas hugs you as sweaty as he is. Grinning and twirling you around a little bit. You laugh. The moment ends when Damiano gives Thomas a friendly slap to the shoulder and he lets you down. 

There’s dinner, drinks and dancing when they’re all showered and in their day clothes again. Thomas who chases after you on the sidewalk when you go back to the hotel. Thomas who weasels himself into your room before you can protest, throws himself on your bed - shoes still on, turns on the TV and grabs for the menu that’s on the nightstand.

“We just had a three course meal?”

“That was hours ago,” he looks at you offended, “I’m still growing.”

“Where are you still growing?”

He looks back at you and blushes. You’re sure you’re getting redder than him. Before one of you can say something Thomas buries his nose in the menu and you lock yourself in the bathroom. 

When you come back Thomas is sprawled out on your bed munching on some steak fries. He is completely occupied by the documentary that’s on TV. He only looks at you when you crawl into bed next to him, he gives you a slice of apple cake.

“You said cake is always a good snack,” he says before you can question it.

He’s right, you did say it but that was months ago. 

The point of the night where you can’t keep your eyes open anymore reaches sooner than you want to. Thomas moves next to you, takes the plate out of your hand, covers you up with the blankets. You force yourself to open your eyes and for one silly second you think he’s going to kiss you. He’s only kissing your cheek like he did so many times the last few months. 

“I should leave.”

But he’s still lingering on your bed next to you. As all the times before you want to tell him to stay. You’re sure you’ll feel lonely the second he closes the door behind himself, you would love his company and waking up wouldn’t be such a tragedy when you would wake up next to him. But there’s still the worry to freak him out, that you’re too desperate. 

“Good night.”

You can hear the almost silent click of the doo that announces that he’s gone.

Plus One

It happens again when Vic shows up at your place for a movie night. To your surprise she has Thomas in tow who gives you a small wave and a smile before he bites his lips. 

“Brought a chaperone,” Vic looks at you apologetically, “Damiano said I need to be supervised. No party, no fun.” She rolls her eyes. You’re asking yourself why Thomas of all people has to play the babysitter, it’s not like he’s known for saying no to a party or a wild night out. Maybe sometimes more tamed than her because as he said he loves his bed more than Vic would ever love a guy but still not the person you would have expected to look after her. 

“I thought we were only watching a film and drinking some wine anyways?”

“Great,” Vic says and ushers you into your own flat, “Thomas loves some wine and watching a movie.”

He looks like he wants to slap her and you’re sure he’s communicating to her without words, just with a look, at this moment. You raise an eyebrow but it is ignored.

You don’t think about it anymore when you’re all spread out across the living room. Wine and snacks between you. Thomas ends up with chips crumbs all over his shirt. Vic shakes her head: “Can’t take you anywhere, you’re a pig.”

Thomas just shrugs. 

“At least you’re a good reminder to myself why I shouldn’t go back to men. Your species is horrendous.”

He flips her off. 

Half way through the film they’re having another argument, Vic calling him a disgrace. You’re getting more wine. 

By the end of the film Thomas is asleep on your sofa while Victoria and you are sitting in your armchairs. Without thinking you get a thin blanket to wrap it over him. You blush when Victoria laughs. 

“Was a great evening,” Vic says when she gets up, “but I have to leave.”

When Victoria hugs you goodbye you finally ask: “And … What’s with him?”

“I’m certain he can find the way to the door himself. Or he doesn’t.” She winks. Then she’s gone.

You can’t bring it over yourself to wake him up just to kick him out. Which is why you let him in his peaceful slumber, you press a kiss to his forehead before you go to bed.

You almost scream when you wake up in the middle of the night, someone behind you in your bed. You’re close to a heart attack and the panic sets in.

“Sorry,” Thomas whispers, “Shit, sorry, it’s just me.”

“God, you scared me.”

“That was stupid,” he admits, “Sorry, sorry, that was a stupid idea.”

Only now you realise that Thomas has his arm wrapped around your waist, his face buried on your shoulder. 

“Sorry, I didn’t want to invade your space like this,” he says, “But … Can I stay?”

“I would like that,” you say when you turn in his arms. Thomas aims to kiss your cheek when you move the tiniest bit and his lips land on yours, your hand in his tousled hair.

He looks at you.

“Sorry, sorry,” now it’s your turn to apologise, “Sorry.”

Before you can flee from your own bed, he wraps one of his legs around you and gets you to kiss him again, this time deeper than before. 

“That means …,” he sounds a bit out of breath, “I don’t have to go back to the couch?”

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END.

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Peaches, Figs & Cherry Stems

Pairing: Thomas x Reader Wordcount: 7.7k Summary: You become fascinated with Thomas eating fruit, and Thomas catches on, getting progressively flirtier with you while everyone around you is oblivious to your little game. Warnings: Food, Smut

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It’s summer time in Italy and if you learned one thing it’s that summers in Italy are always hot. And this one is especially hot, even hotter than the last. Even with smothering yourself in sun cream your body feels like boiling and your cheeks are heating up for a different reason completely. 

Thomas climbed out of the pool moments ago. Water dripping down his body, his chest, his long legs. There are water droplets falling out of his hair and he decides to be an asshole and shakes his head while standing over you, water raining down on you. You don’t complain, it feels like a welcomed refreshment. 

However your cheeks heat up and you can feel yourself getting red-faced when one drop of water on his chest catches your eyes. Your gaze follows it travelling down his chest and then his tummy, right down to the waistband of his swimming trunks. Before your eyes travel down further you catch yourself and let your gaze glide up to his face again. 

He is biting in a slice of watermelon he must have taken when your eyes were occupied with something else. The watermelon juice running down his fingers makes you blush even more. You’re happy that your eyes are hidden behind the dark shades of your sunglasses and you let your sun hat glide into your face with one little movement. It’s better than to stare at him. 

You can still hear it in his voice, the smirk that you imagine is plastered all over his face, when he asks: “Want a slice?”

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You spent the day at the pool again, the sun is burning on your skin, it’s too hot for your liking. Watching Thomas from afar doesn’t help. He’s eating raspberries out of a small bowl that’s sitting on his stomach. Water droplets all over his body again. His lips and his tongue are a slight red-pink from the fruit he just swallowed when he bites his bottom lip. And you ask yourself why you agreed to go on a vacation trip with them. For two weeks, it’s only day two and you’re already feeling like losing your mind. Every time you see Thomas you are sure that he’s going to do something that has your insides turn, your mind cloud with desire and having you want. Or having you want to die on the spot - maybe you’re close to a sunstroke.

“Thomas,” you hear Ethan call from somewhere in the shade, “You’re supposed to share. And please get some sunscreen on your skin asap.”

Thomas grumbles something that sounds like I’m an adult, asshole but he still gets up. 

“I am just making sure you aren’t getting skin cancer.”

“Of course, mum!”

On the way inside Thomas drops the bowl of raspberries on your body, almost between your boobs. And then he disappears inside, Vic is snoozing on the sunlounger next to you, a sunburn starting to bloom just over her bikini bottoms.  

You’re completely lost in your own thoughts, and you only realise that Thomas is back when he’s towering over you blocking the sun and he grabs your wrist. You want to protest and ask what he’s doing when he already puts his lips around your index finger - and gets the raspberry of the fingertip. Lost in your thoughts you put some of the berries on your fingers earlier. Thomas lets your finger go and goes for the next one. If your earlier thought was that he’ll drive you insane, it now changed to you’ll black out.

“Mmhhhh,” he hums around your finger. His eyes cross your gaze when he pulls off. He takes a raspberry out of the bowl and holds it to your lips, without your agreement your lips open for him and the berry, then he pulls back completely. Ethan is squeezing his eyes at you from afar, you’re sure he only sees blurry, and Vic lets out a snore.

“Did you put suncream on?” Ethan asks.

“Yeeeeaaassss.”

You can see some white cream trapped in his happy trail and your mind reels and goes places where it shouldn’t go. Get your head out of the gutter, you scold yourself and you wonder if he knows. The smell is intoxicating, and it comes in waves when he leans over you to get the bowl of raspberries back - it’s still placed on your body, between your boobs. You think about his rough calloused fingertips against your skin and have to bite your lips. 

He leaves behind a cloud of suncream, raspberry, the chlorine smell of pool water drying on his skin, his body wash, cigarette smoke, faint sweat and sandalwood. You want to drown in it. There’s only his smell and confusion left when he’s back at the other side of the pool and he takes his glass.

“Cheers.”

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Making dinner later is a challenge. Damiano is trying to cook, you are making a salad, Vic and Thomas are causing havoc every time you turn your back on them while Ethan sits at the table nipping at his glass of wine, slapping Thomas’ ass when he’s on the way running into Damiano at full speed. He turns around to Ethan and squeals. Damiano drills the cooking spoon between his shoulder blades, tomato sauce all over his white tank top. 

“What the fu…,” Thomas turns back.

“Be helpful for once in your life,” Damiano tells him, “instead of being stupid.”

He lets out a tirade of Italian curse words but comes closer to where you are fighting with the pomegranate. You already took off the top of the fruit in your hands and sliced the skin. Thomas takes it out of your hands without asking. Pries it open with his own bare hands, his long fingers holding and simultaneously ripping it apart - but all the same he’s gentle. So gentle that it has you wondering. His fingers popping the blood red kernels out of the pulp right into the salad bowl. The faint red liquid running down his fingers, he isn’t even saying one word. But he looks at you when he’s done, when he grabs for the tea towel that you threw over your shoulder earlier. He still looks at you when he washes his hands, the red off the silver of his ring, and dries his hands.

“Thank you.” 

You don’t know why you feel like you want to cry. And for a split second you think he knows because he raises his hand to your face, your hair, before he lets it sink again without doing anything.

“There’s tomato sauce on my back,” he still looks at you, “Isn’t there?”

There’s a piece of pomegranate falling out of your hair when Thomas has left the kitchen to find Victoria again.

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Waking up from a loud splash wasn’t what you expected to rip you out of your more than pleasant dream. Sleepily you walk to the window to see who is responsible for your suffering. You’re surprised to see Thomas in the pool, smiling and waving his hand to greet you just when Vic joins him and dunks him under water.

After you get somewhat presentable, or at least what you can chalk up under presentable, you leave your room. On the way down you run into Ethan, who isn’t saying much, and looks as tired as you feel but he sits down with you when you get breakfast for yourself and offer him a coffee. Strategically you place yourself in a chair which allows you to look out of the big french windows. Best look at the pool. And Vic and Thomas - and the bowl of blueberries.

You can observe how Vic throws the blueberries for him and you smile when you see that he tries to catch them with his mouth. You can see him fail again and again. Berry after berry.

Ethan is too immersed with his phone to notice, and if he does he’s too polite to mention or call you out on it. Even when you get up, clear the table, set a new cup of coffee in front of him and leave, he only mumbles a short Thank you. Thomas is still failing to catch any of Victoria’s blueberries.

Just when you come through the door he finally catches one. He makes a slight courtesy in front of you and you do him the favour to clap. You don’t tell him that you watched how he missed all the other ones.

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Later in the morning Ethan and you both have your noses hidden behind books. Ethan a book with a title you already don’t understand and yours is behind a book you bought in a museum shop. 

You can hear the crinkly package of an ice cream sandwich being opened next to you but before Ethan can dig his teeth into it, Thomas' head appears behind Ethan’s book. He sniffs not unlike a bunny and you laugh when you realise that he’s sniffing out food and his next target is Ethan’s ice cream sandwich that he takes out of Ethan’s hand with one swift motion.

He licks around the edges, some strawberry ice cream on his lips that he licks away while looking at you, and only then he bites into it. 

“Nah,” he shakes his head and hands it back to Ethan who looks at him like he can’t believe what just happened.

“Why do you think I want something you just licked?”

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“Someone has to do the shopping,” Damiano says, trying to not look at anyone specific but he still looks at Ethan, “I already made a grocery list.”

“I’ll just pay someone to do that for us,” even with the sunglasses hiding most of her face you can still see her roll her eyes behind the shades.

“You don’t have to,” you say, also thinking about the small market you saw on your way, “I’m happy to do it. Good to get outside this house for a bit.”

“I’ll join,” Thomas chirps in. Four pairs of eyes are looking at him, all of them in different states of disbelief. “What? What she said, good to get out of the house.”

Vic raises one of her eyebrows.

“And as I will eat most of it, I might as well choose.”

“Great, having the house quiet for most of the day is a dream,” Damiano says, “Please leave as soon as you can.”

You do leave half an hour later, you in the passenger seat and Thomas driving. Smoking and the wind blowing through the open windows and his hair. 

Getting the groceries is easy, Thomas and you working through Damiano’s list from top to bottom. He picks out fruits really carefully, rotating them through his fingers, looking for spots and only taking the ones which he deems worthy enough to go into your small basket. He picks out some lychees he peels and eats straight away. Your eyes are trained on his hands, the fruit, and then his lips. He smiles at you when he offers you one. 

When you pick out vegetables Thomas looks suggestively at a cucumber, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You just roll your eyes and he giggles, but as soon as he has his back to you again you smile. 

“We should have some gelato,” Thomas says when all your errands are dealt with, “That ice cream sandwich was terrible.”

“What are you,” you laugh, “some kind of ice cream connoisseur?”

“Actually … Yes, let’s do some ice cream testing. I saw a shop in one of those alleys over you.”

The girl behind the counter looks intimidated when she sees Thomas step through the door, she almost drops the cone she’s just handing over to a happy customer. And her eyes go even bigger when he says: “Could I … just get a bit of everything, please?”

For some reason, and you believe the reason to be someone being starstruck, he gets what he asked for without any questions being asked or to deny him the request.

He takes two cups from her and two little wooden spoons. 

First he steals some pistachio gelato from the cup he handed you before sitting down in front of the little shop. Then he tries the peach that is in his own cup, and he closes his eyes in delight. When he notices your eyes lingering on him he gets another spoonful and feeds it to you from his spoon.

“Mmhhh.”

“Perfect.” 

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It’s almost evening when the two of you are back from your little shopping trip. Damiano is already waiting, rummaging through your bags to find ingredients he needs to cook dinner. 

Thomas takes a mango and a knife and disappears outside to sit in the glowing evening sun. You follow him outside, Vic and Ethan are at the table as well. Ethan smoking, Vic painting his nails. But you only have eyes for Thomas and how he cuts the mango into small pieces. How he picks up a piece with his fingers to pop it between his lips and how he licks the sweetness from the corner of his mouth. 

It’s almost like he’s treasuring the taste, but at the same time he’s devouring it. There’s only one thought in your head: You want to know how everything tastes from his lips.

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When Damiano calls out that dinner is ready, Thomas is the one who jumps up and makes it inside the fastest.

“You could think we would starve him,” Ethan shakes his head.

But when you see the pasta Damiano cooked, you kind of get Thomas’ urgency to find a place at the table. The food smelling and looking delicious, making your stomach rumble. A gentle reminder that Thomas and you skipped lunch in favour of a gelato sampling.

“Thomas,” Ethan exclaims when he slurps the spaghetti into his mouth.

“What?” He says, “Compliments to the chef?”

Damiano rolls his eyes but takes the compliment with kiss hand, to Ethan’s dismay. You have to admit that it isn’t really sexy or appealing at all but it has Vic and you giggling while Ethan once again shakes his head.

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The next day feels slow and lazy. The most you do is getting in and out of the pool and reapplying sunscreen every now and then, all under Thomas’ watchful eyes. 

For lunch everyone’s creating their own pizza with the dough Damiano prepared the night before, so everyone can choose who’s pizza they want to try later. Thomas looks at your creation with interest and then looks back to his own.

“They are the same,” he tells you and when you have a closer look at his, you see that he’s right. 

“Oh.”

It’s a strange moment of connection that fades as quickly as it came but has you discussing the Top 10 pizza toppings while eating and Thomas jokingly proposing the idea of a pizza eating contest. You all know he would win. 

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The sound of laughter and splashing fills the air as Thomas and you engage in a playful game of catch in the pool. Thomas has a height advantage but you’re moving quicker when he doesn’t know how to coordinate his limbs. You both sit at the edge out of breath when Vic offers you a fig. 

As you bite into the fig, the sweet juice drips down your chin without you noticing, you barely notice Thomas who seems to be entranced by you.

“You know,” he says, leaning in closer so Victoria can’t hear him, “I’ve always heard that eating a fig is one of the most sensual experiences you can have."

“Is that so?” you ask, taking another bite, “Any other ideas to explore your senses?”

You decided there was no harm in flirting back, and Thomas’ laugh and sly smile reassures you with your decision. You laugh as well and you can feel the air around you charged with playful flirtation. 

“I might have some ideas.”

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Ethan decided to declare tonight movie night earlier in the day, writing it on a chalkboard, which Damiano primarily used to write down a menu for every day, in bold big red letters. Everyone followed the invitation you can see when you’re the last one to arrive. Luckily Thomas pads a free space next to him on the sofa that he saved for you.

As soon as you sit down, he puts a glass of white wine in your hand and a bowl of popcorn between your legs before he sneaks one arm around your back. 

Approximately it takes you fifteen minutes to forget what film Ethan picked to watch. The bowl of popcorn is between your legs. A place where Thomas’ other hand now travels to grab for the popcorn. You squirm and blush.

“I told you I have some ideas,” he says a little bit too loud and you expect to be called out but there’s just a Ssshhh from Damiano and Ethan gratefully smiling at him, nothing more. 

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“I’ll cook today,” you tell Damiano over a cup of coffee during the early hours of the morning, “If you don’t mind.”

“You kidding?” He gives you a smile, the kitchen is quiet otherwise, everyone else still laying in bed, “I could do with a day just chilling and smoking pot.”

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For lunch you prepare a picnic, salad, fruits, cheese, sandwiches, and some freshly made raspberry lemonade. Thomas joins you in the kitchen from time to time. Sometimes to touch your back, to let his hands linger on your waist when he hugs you from behind but mostly to steal food from plates and bowls and baskets.

Only when you prepare the last item for your little picnic, a lemon tart, he stays in the kitchen without any signs of leaving. And you decide to leave him be and shift your attention back to your dough. 

One unfortunate moment Thomas leans his long neck over your shoulder, just when you’re adding flour to a bowl. It startles you so much that you jump, flour packet in hand, and some of the flour landing on your dress and some of it directly on Thomas’ cheek.

“Sorry,” you wipe it off his face apologetically. He smiles an honest smile at you, and the moment turns from embarrassing to cute with that. 

You offer him a slice of lemon and he takes it happily, almost as with the glee of a child. He bites into it and you can imagine how the juice explodes in his mouth, the tangy, sour but somehow still sweet flavour capturing his senses all at once. Thomas closes his eyes while savouring the flavour and then he seems to become aware that you’re watching him, your eyes intense and focused solely on him. 

Your eyes meet, the moment passes, but there’s a spark of attraction and desire you can’t quite place but you also can’t ignore. A shared moment of pleasure on a hot summer day. 

“Could you squeeze them for me?” You roll the lemons to him and point at the lemon squeezer press on the counter. When he gets the knife to cut them in half, you think this was a bad idea but he makes it without cutting off his fingers. 

He’s just about to say something, one half of lemon still in hand, and then a sudden burst of lemon juice hits your eye. 

“FUCK!” It burns and stings but it calms down at least slightly when you press a wet towel on it. And your initial shock quickly turns into banter. “Thomas, why did you do that?”

“Oh,” he looks at you playfully, “Now it’s my fault that you’re staring at me?”

Just when you want to answer, Ethan barges into the kitchen: “Can I help?”

“Yes,” you say - towel still on your eye, “You could span the parasol, get some blankets, take the plates and cutlery outside.”

“Oh,” he looks at your eye, “I heard screaming, everything okay?”

“Yes, just squirted into her eye,” Thomas admits sheepishly. 

“Squi- … Sorry, you did what now?” 

“The lemon,” you point at the culprit - Thomas who still has the lemon in his hand, “He squirted it into my eye. Actually take the menace out of my kitchen as well.”

“You sound like Damiano,” Thomas pouts at you but still leaves. Not that he has another choice when Ethan throws him over his shoulders and leaves for the door.

“Those sandwiches are lovely,” Vic says later, “And I’m excited to taste the lemon tart.”

“Went through a lot of trouble for that one,” Thomas says but you choose not to correct him. You went through all the trouble. However you playfully put a lemon slice into Thomas’ lemonade.

“Hey,” Vic squeaks, “Why is he getting special treatment?”

“Because I’m a really special boy.”

.#####.

For dinner preparations Thomas stays away from the kitchen, too busy playing guitar at the pool. You seek out Damiano’s help, he happily obliges and fires on the grill that’s on the terrace. You can conveniently hand him the things that need to be grilled while the air is filled with Vic’s laughter, the sound of Thomas' guitar and a cicada background concert. Damiano and you happily chatting from grill to kitchen window until he calls everyone for dinner.

Thomas looks at his plate and then up to you.

“Figs stuffed with goat's cheese and wrapped in prosciutto,” you tell him, “And Damiano grilled them. You know I’ve heard somewhere that eating a fig is one of the most sensual experiences you can have.”

He blushes and you know that your flirting just became more intentful with this small gesture of food. 

“Sexy little appetiser,” Vic laughs. 

Damiano plates the next round of food, so everyone is free to take what they desire. Steak, vegetables, salad and grilled stuffed portobello mushrooms and little stuffed tomatoes. Thomas’ eyes stay a bit too long on them before he takes something of everything.

“I see,” he says, “We have some kind of a theme going here. Everything is stuffed.”

Now it’s on you to blush, but everyone is still gleefully chewing their food, so you take your chance: “I guess you can think of other things too?”

“I had those filled zucchini boats lately,” Ethan says oblivious to Thomas and you shamelessly flirting right under everyone’s nose, “Lovely dish.”

“The dish,” Vic asks, “Or the girl?”

“Both,” Ethan says before he quickly puts a fork full of food into his mouth.

.#####.

Later when everyone else left for bed, Thomas takes a spread of cheese, crackers and grapes that’s still left from your lovely garden picnic outside and places it between you. He stumps out his cigarette before he picks up a grape and holds it up to your lips. You open your mouth, and the grape bursts with flavour. Thomas leans in and for a short moment in time you think he leans over to kiss the sweet taste of the grape from your lips but even this moment passes. 

Next you hold a grape up to Thomas’ lips and he takes it with a hum. The intimacy of the moment isn’t lost on you and you’re certain that isn’t on Thomas either, a felt sense of surrender to the pleasure of the moment. Somehow getting lost in each other, the world around you fading away as you focused on the simple joy of grapes and Thomas next to you. 

As the bunch of grapes dwindles, you find yourself with a sense of sadness once again. You don’t want the moment to end but you know it will and while you both savoured the last few grapes you took your time and relished in the moment.

When the grapes are gone, only cheese and crackers left, you both laid there for a few more heartbeats, basking in the afterglow of the experience. You both don’t need words to express what you were feeling, you knew that you shared something special. You both had surrendered to the moment, and in doing so, you found something truly beautiful.

.#####.

Ethan and you are both standing in front of the chalkboard in the kitchen the next morning.

we’re going out tonight

Is written on the board in Ethan’s handwriting.

FOR DINNER!!!!

Underneath in Damiano’s. 

“But …,” Ethan says, “there’s this fair close by, I thought that would be fun.”

“I booked a table,” Damiano says apologetically, “but tomorrow we’re going to the fair, I promise.”

.#####.

Lunch is an adventure, you daydream with your eyes open, Thomas always the centre of your gaze. 

Thomas is dangling cherries over his mouth while Vic happily captures his every move with her phone camera. Thomas once again came to the table only in his swimming trunks, his bare feet edging around yours under the table. 

“Who do you think can spit the pit the furthest?” Vic asks Ethan who are the only ones that haven’t touched the cherries yet.

“Thomas,” Ethan answers. 

“Okay,” Vic says, “My bet is on her. 50 Euro?”

They both lose, when Damiano ends up being crowned the winner of your cherry pit spitting contest.

“But I bet you can’t do this,” Thomas says before stuffing a cherry stem into his mouth.

You can see utmost concentration reflecting on his face. 

“Show off,” Damiano comments before he turns away to talk with Ethan and Vic. 

Thomas looks into your eyes the whole time, you can see his tongue move. Hot pleasure sparking up your spine. And then he sticks out his tongue, still looking at you, the cherry stem laying on his tongue, a knot in it. He takes it off his tongue, rinses it in his glass of water before he puts it into your hands and you look at the knot in the stem fascinated. 

“How did you do that?”

“I can teach you,” and when he’s sure that everyone is distracted by something else he adds: “You know, I can put it to good use somewhere else as well.”

.#####.

You have to admit that Damiano picked a lovely little restaurant, you can see the sea from the terrace. Even Ethan is happy exclaiming that he was here not too long ago with someone.

“Who’s this mysterious person you’re keeping away from us?” Thomas teases.

“Special,” is the only answer he gets and Thomas shrugs. 

You can’t decide on a cocktail when Ethan nicely offers his advice which is why your choice falls on a sparkling raspberry cocktail called Love Potion that comes with a popsicle served in your glass. 

You carefully take the popsicle out of your drink when it arrives and suck on it under Thomas watchful eyes. He squirms in his chair, it’s even visible to Victoria who asks him if everything is okay. It’s the first time that you notice - really notice - that you have an effect on him as well.

.#####.

The next day Thomas eats peaches when everyone else retreats from the sun for a bit. You’re feeling close to blacking out but it isn’t the sun that troubles you, it’s Thomas. 

You’re in the pool, cool water engulfing you, while Thomas sits on a chair, sucking some juice from his fingers before he takes another one and bites into the flesh. When he’s done he seats himself at the edge of the pool, feet in the water. 

“You didn’t wash your hand,” you call him out but swim closer to him, interested in his antics. 

 “Yes, but I thought …” he trails off, “You like peach, right?”

He puts his peach-soaked fingers on your lips and without thinking you suck on his fingers, savouring the taste of peaches and Thomas’ skin. You’re between his legs. Once again a shared moment of intimacy, the water creating a private oasis where you can let your guard down and explore your attraction. That is until Vic jumps into the pool, ass first. You pull back and Thomas lets his fingers plop out of your mouth before Vic looks at you two smiling and you both wave at her.

.#####.

Later Vic offers you a lollipop, you happily take it from her when you think about the popsicle and the reaction Thomas’ body showed to it. 

After a few minutes Thomas has to dip into the pool and dives under water. You take it as a small success after the peach.

.#####.

“Since when are you on your phone 24/7?” Thomas asks Ethan when you’re walking through the fairground. “Did Vic possess you? Or are you flirting? Is it special?”

“Stop being mean,” you elbow him in his side.

“It’s okay,” Ethan assures you, “Yes, really special, thanks for asking. She’s a writer and sent me this idea a few days ago, so I’m just trying to be useful to bounce off ideas.”

“Cute,” you say and take his phone from him. He looks at you confused but then Vic hands him cotton candy. “Let me take a pic of you with that, you can send it to them.”

“Wonderful idea,” Vic comments and you can hear Thomas whispering something that sounds like All this time I have been surrounded by secret romantics only.

It doesn’t take long for you and Thomas to lose sight of the other ones. It’s a beautiful beach setting, the sounds of waves crashing on the shore. And you sit down for a bit, Thomas enjoying the sweet taste of cotton candy that Vic handed to him as well, while the sun slowly sets on the horizon. You laugh and talk and he feeds you some of the sticky treat as the sky turns into a canvas of oranges and pinks. The salty sea breeze gently brushes your skin. Thomas teases you with his sticky fingers and playfully wipes them on your cheeks and your nose before you chase him down the boardwalk. 

When you catch up with him, you can see that he smeared some of the sticky sugar on his cheek while biting into the fluffy treat. You take a tissue for yourself to get rid of the sticky residue on your cheek and then take another one to wipe his cheek clean.

“Thanks, babe,” he says, his eyes sparkling with amusement, “You’re always looking out for me.”

You blush, feeling a warm sensation spread through your chest. 

“Secretly romantic yourself, huh?” 

.#####.

The candy cotton gone, Thomas is having a debate with himself if he wants chocolate covered strawberries or if he wants a candy apple before joining Ethan for a hot dog who just called to ask where you two got lost.

He decides for the apple, once again a sticky mess, sticking to his chin and you pass him a tissue. You can’t help but laugh.

“You’re a mess,” you say, smiling at him kindly. 

“I couldn’t resist, and this takes the longest to eat,” he grins, his eyes sparkling with joy, “Which means I can spend more time with you alone.”

You blushed, feeling a flutter in your stomach. You walked through the fair, Thomas taking your hand in his, admiring the brightly lit rides, the sound of children laughing and music blasting from booths with silly games. As you approach a small ferris wheel he looks at you, again a twinkle in his eye: “You want to go up?”

You hesitate for a few seconds, unsure if you’re ready for the heights. But you look at him and he’s still smiling.

“Sure, let’s do it.”

“I promise, I’m gonna hold your hand the whole time.”

As you board the ride and you begin your ascent, Thomas leans close to you, still holding your hand and whispers: "I'm glad we did this."

“Me too,” you say softly, feeling the rush of the wind and the uncomfortable rush of heights but the comfortable touch of Thomas’ hand in yours. As you reach the top of the ferris wheel he gently squeezes your hand.

“You know, I feel like we have a connection," he says, his voice low.

You can feel your heart race, not only from the rush anymore.

“I know what you mean,” you’re saying with a surge of courage. You talk about the last time you both have been on a ferris wheel and then your topic of conversation swiftly switches to what was the most stupid thing you did to impress someone to what was your biggest regret. 

As you make your way down the Ferris wheel, he keeps his arm around you, holding you close and making you feel safe and protected. And then the ride already stops before you know it. 

More than half of his candy apple is still uneaten and as he takes another bite he starts to twirl his apple on the stick, trying to impress you with his finesse. He spins the apple faster and faster, trying to look impressive. You watch him with amusement before giving him a daring smile. Then he stops and takes a huge bite of the apple but as he does he accidentally bites into the stick, causing the apple to fall to the ground. You burst out laughing, and Thomas blushes, a hint of embarrassment. 

“Maybe it’s time to find the others.”

You find them ten minutes later in front of the hot dog stand Ethan mentioned earlier.

“Did you get lost or something?” Ethan asks.

“We got sidetracked,” you say, “By food and the ferris wheel.”

Vic looks at Thomas, disappointment visible on her face: “Hey, I want to go on the ferris wheel with you.”

“Sorry,” he grins, “Maybe ask Damiano.”

“Hell fucking no!” he shouts. 

“Maybe Eth here is interested,” Thomas suggests, “When he can leave his phone for a minute or two. Or maybe you aren’t interesting enough, Vic. Would she be crazy enough to go on a ride with you?”

Ethan looks up from his phone, you can see how he just sent another photo from when Thomas and you were lost. Not very Ethan like and when he sees your questioning gaze he says: “Everything for a little bit of joy, you know.” Then he looks at Thomas, “Yes! And I would hold they hand the whole time while watching the sun.”

“A crazy thing to do,” Damiano chirps in.

“Love story of the summer,” Vic smiles at Ethan, “Happy for you.”

Thomas winks at you when your gaze crosses. 

.#####.

Thomas has a frappuccino and strawberries for breakfast the next morning when you come into the kitchen in your pyjamas, the rest of the house still quiet. 

He takes small sips of his pink drink while maintaining eye contact with you. Then he takes it a step further, running his tongue over his lips after he had a sip. Next he playfully dips his finger into the whipped cream but instead of offering it to you, initiating physical contact this way, he licks the cream off himself and lets out a satisfied moan. Still looking into your eyes, it’s a bold move but by now you don’t expect anything less from him and when he takes another sip he lets some whipped cream get on his nose. 

“Oops,��� he says playfully, “Would you mind helping me?”

You know, he did it because of the night at the fair prior, and it’s kind of silly and cute in it’s own way.

“That the connection you talked about?” you ask.

“Don’t get me wrong,” he says, “I love the day long foreplay, really enjoying it, but I also love talking with you, and listening to your ideas and sharing my thoughts with you.”

He grabs your waist and gently pulls you down in his lap. 

“I love conversations with you too.” And then you grin when you see Thomas' soft gaze, you know it’ll take him off guard. “Foreplay you said, hmmmm?”

“Uhhhm,” he squirms under you, “Yeah.”

He takes a strawberry and takes it between his teeth, edges closer to you. Your hand on his stubbly cheek. You take it off him with your lips and it’s the first time you feel his lips on your, a kiss. He takes another strawberry that you steal from him and he lets his tongue dance around yours for a few minutes before he bites your tongue and you moan into his mouth. 

You wonder how everyone is still oblivious to what you two are doing.

.#####.

For lunch Thomas drinks red wine across from you. Lovely colour on his lips, against his pale skin. He takes notes out of your book, still remembering the fig, red lips and wine dripping down his chin. 

He bats his eyelashes at you innocently.

You want to kiss the spill away but he takes a napkin before anyone else can notice.

.#####.

That night Damiano serves champagne with dinner and you decide to be bold. Even bolder than Thomas, you don’t care that everyone is watching when some of your drink drips down your chin.

“What the fuck is going on?” Vic asks, “How did you both get stupid? He somehow can’t eat normally anymore, you’re spilling everything over yourself. Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m great,” you answer, “Just spilled something.”

Thomas looks at you fascinated. A little bit of pride sparking in his eyes, his gaze still at your lips while you’re thinking about all the things you want to do to him.

The rest of the dinner is quiet and civilised, no one calling you out on your bullshit, or stopping you to get deeper into this. After you finish your plate you get up and outside to clear your head.

Thomas follows you only minutes later to the back of the garden, hidden by trees and plants. He has the bottle of champagne in hand.

“Whatever you just thought of, you can do it, you know.”

He hands you the bottle. Thomas moans loud when you climb into his lap, tipping some champagne into his mouth that he willingly opens for you.

“God, Thomas. Stop masturbating in the wild,” you can hear Damiano say from the terrace and you quietly laugh against Thomas’ neck. 

You let some spill over Thomas’ neck before you get some champagne on Thomas’ nipples and you lick the liquid away. Thomas shudders and moans under you, quieter this time. There’s champagne on his stomach and some that you lick out of his navel. Thomas squirms more and more under you the closer you get to his dick. He gasps when you spill cold champagne over it and lightly blow against the tip. Thomas’ hand grabs for your hair and you moan as well. He squirms more with every lick, every kiss to his sensitive skin.

“Fuck.”

You don’t do more than french kissing him but every reaction shows you that it does something for him. 

“Fuck, I’m not gonna be able to hold that.”

You teasingly let your tongue play with his tip, which already draw the most moans out of him before, now the moans are turning into little whimpers before he bucks up his hips and cums. 

“Sorry,” he says and uses his shirt to get the cum off your face, “I … I didn’t touch myself since we started this.”

“Interesting,” it’s absolutely not what you expected and you shamefully think about the times you touched yourself, you blush. Thomas looks at you. “You think you could do that again?”

His eyes go wide, another whimper escaping his lips.

“Before we fuck fuck?”

“That’s a possibility?”

“Oh, hell yes,” you laugh and Thomas enthusiastically nods his head. “No touching for you but maybe you can show me what that talented tongue can do with other things than a cherry stem later?”

“Yes,” you can feel his breath against the skin of your neck, “And then in a few days we can … switch?”

“Sure,” you say and leave another kiss on his lips before you get up.

You can't help but feel a sense of closeness and vulnerability, as if you're sharing a secret that only the pool water can hear.

On the way inside you see Damiano sitting by the open window and looking at you shocked when you enter from outside.

“Oh god, I am soooo sorry … On Thomas’ behalf.”

“What?”

“Wait, did you not he- see him?”

“No, I did, he sits in the grass,” you smile at him, “He smokes.”

“Thank god.”

He doesn’t know that you just licked off champagne from Thomas’ nipples. And his dick.

.#####.

Thomas joins you in your room half an hour later when you’re just taking a shower. As the warm water cascaded down your body, you let out a contented sigh. You always loved the soothing feeling a shower gives you. You close your eyes and tilt your head back, letting the water wash away every thought that exists in your head.

You suddenly hear the bathroom open and footsteps approaching, you turn around and expect to see Thomas just grabbing a towel or to announce that he’s there but to your surprise he undresses himself and walks straight towards the shower.

“Hey,” you laugh, “What are you doing?”

“I couldn’t resist,” he smirks, “And I think I promised this talented tongue to someone.”

He steps into the shower and wraps his long arms around you. 

You lean into Thomas’ embrace and tilt your head up, meeting his lips in a gentle kiss. Your bodies pressing together, the water cascading down your skin as you explore each other's mouths.

As you continue to kiss, Thomas’ hands begin to wander, tracing patterns over your wet skin. You shiver at his touch, feeling a familiar warmth building between your legs. You press your body closer to his, silently asking for more.

He responds by trailing kisses down your neck and across your collarbone, sending more shivers down your spine. Thomas nibbles gently at your earlobe, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. You reach up and tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. 

You stay there in the shower, lost in each other. Reluctantly, you pull away from each other and step out of the shower, wrapping each other in towels. Drying him you give him a knowing look, both of you feeling the heat between you.

He slowly leads you to your bed and follows closely after you when you fall down on it and then he’s between your legs. Smiling up to you. 

“So,” you smile at him - getting your hands into his hair, “That talented tongue you’re so proud of?”

Thomas nods between your thighs, his eyes dark with desire as he takes in the sight before him. With a shy kiss, he begins to explore every inch of your sensitive flesh. His tongue tracing every curve and fold with precision and skill. As you catch your breath, you look down at him and see the look of satisfaction and pride on his face. You smile and run your fingers through his hair, pulling a little harder. 

As he continues to tease and tantalise you, you find yourself succumbing to the pleasure building within you, your breath coming in short gasps, arching your hips towards him and moaning with each flick of his tongue, and gentle suck of his lips. There’s a knock coming from Damiano’s room above and Thomas laughs when you can hear Damiano shout of the window to please stop. 

The sensations become more intense with each passing moment. His tongue delves deeper, until finally you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge. You cling to the sheets as you shudder with ecstasy, your body convulsing with pleasure as you ride the waves of your orgasm. As you come down from the peak of pleasure, Thomas’ face comes into view, his eyes full of satisfaction as he gazes at you with reverence.

You lay there, panting and sweating, feeling a sense of euphoria sweep over you. You start smiling when Thomas pulls himself up to lay beside you, wrapping his arms around you. Holding you close. Your bodies entwine, and you bask in the warmth and comfort of each other's embrace.

When you can finally breathe again, you’re both flushed, your bodies still buzzing with desire. 

"I think we've discovered the most sensual experience of all," you say.

He smiles, his eyes sparkling with mischief. 

"Oh, I think we've only just begun to scratch the surface here.”

As the night progresses you find yourself lost in each other’s company. Talking about everything and nothing. The dimly lit room seems to glow with a sense of intimacy all around you when Thomas falls asleep in his arms.

.#####.

The next morning there are no restraints anymore, you leave for the kitchen together but Thomas is still playing his games when Vic joins you at the table, still oblivious to everything.

Thomas chooses pineapple, bread and takes some honey, an unusual choice for him, but when he gets back to the table you know why he all of a sudden felt the craving for it. While he tries to get honey on his slice of bread, he drips honey on his thigh. On a spot you licked champagne off his skin last night. 

 “What a dilemma,” he says and Vic laughs while you blush. And somehow get even redder when Damiano enters the room.

“When?” he looks at you, then at Thomas, “When and where did this happen?”

“Here,” Thomas says, using his fingers to delicately take off a piece of pineapple from his plate, taking a playful bite first before he runs it along your lips, “Right under all your noses.”

Victoria looks at you shocked, and also searching for guidance in what’s going on: “Wait, what? You two are … Wait, are you fucking?” She slaps his shoulder. “And you didn’t tell me?”

“We didn’t even fuck yet,” Thomas says.

It’s the first time Ethan says something: “Well, whatever you two did last night, I’m sure it counts as sex.”

“Please wait with the fucking until you’re home,” Damiano looks at you, “Please.”

Thomas pouts at you from the side and shakes his head, probably thinking about the fact that he isn’t allowed to touch himself until then.

“Sure, that’s only a week.”

.#####.

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Stolen Time - A Thomas Raggi Story || Chapter Nine

Pairings: Thomas Raggi x Fem! Reader

Description: Thomas had one big love in his life and it all went to hell for a reason that he could never understand. Almost a decade later, the truth starts to unfold as he learns what really happened.

Warnings: it's angsty. Mentions of emotional abuse and neglect.

A/N: Well, thank you for all the love you've given to this story and for the patience you've had waiting for it. I hope you enjoy.

Words: 2.1k

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Minutes turned into hours, hours into days, days into weeks and weeks into months.

Life was starting to feel a lot better for all of them as they settled into their new reality.

Theo was doing well in school, living between their two homes - spending whatever time they could with Thomas and living the rest of the time with Angie.

Angie was somehow managing to balance her academic life, working on her art and raising Theo, while also figuring out how to be Vic’s girlfriend and a normal human being.

Thomas - he was living his best life being Theo’s dad. The two spent a lot of quality time - going to cooking classes together, Thomas teaching Theo how to play the guitar, the two going for walks and often bringing you flowers at the cemetery too. They were there for each other and healed slowly as time moved on. Not that your loss was something any of them would ever fully heal from, but the pain lessened as time moved on.

“Dad, do you think this would have been possible if mum was still here?” Theo asked Thomas one gloomy December morning. It was raining outside and the two had set the day aside to decorate for the upcoming holidays.

“What?” Their question surprised him and he wanted to be sure that he understood them correctly before answering.

“Do you think we could have been a family if she was still here?” Theo rephrased the question.

“I think that a lot of time was stolen from us. A lot of opportunities to be a family and I don’t know what could have been but I know that I wouldn’t have left you or her behind.” 

Thomas went to hug Theo. He knew that the holidays might not be particularly easy on them and he was expecting questions to arise and yet, he still worried if all that he was trying to do would be enough for Theo to feel the joy of the holiday season that any child should feel.

Theo held Thomas as tight as they could. 

“I don’t want to lose you.” 

“I’m not going anywhere, Theo.” He reassured them. 

**

“How are we going to get the star on top of this tree?” Vic looked at the tall tree and then at her girlfriend.

“Thomas will help.” Angie chuckled.

“Don’t you have a ladder?”

“I do but we should wait either way, Theo should be the one putting it on the top.”

“True.” Vic agreed. 

“I still haven’t told her that I need to go to the States for a few days.” Angie confessed. She’d gotten a call from her parents and she had to show up because otherwise they would be back and none of it would go well. 

“I am worried about you going there alone.” Vic squeezed her hand. 

“It will be fine.” 

“What if it isn’t? What if we lose you?” 

“You will not lose me.” Angie hugged Vic and kissed her very gently.

“Angie..”

“I didn’t get this far to only get this far. I’ll go, see them for a few days and be back in time for Christmas. It will be fine.”

“Are you sure that I can’t come along? I don’t want to meet them because I have nothing nice to say to them but I still want to be there for you.”

“It will be okay, Vic. I’ll be back before you know it.” Angie promised.

“You better come back to me.” Vic kissed her again. 

**

The rain finally stopped but there was still fog enveloping the city and making everything slow down. Theo was done studying for the day and there was still time before Thomas and Theo were due to meet Vic and Angie.

“Will you stay here today?” Thomas asked Theo.

“Yes, Angie is busy with Vic and I am happy to be here with you.”

“I’m happy to be with you too.” He smiled at his child. 

“We could go buy presents later. I need to find something for nonna and nonno.” Theo added.

“I do too and of course, we can do that. We can also grab a bite before we go to Angie.”

“Angie might kill us if we go full.” 

“Vic is cooking.”

Theo chuckled. “Vic’s cooking is not that bad.”

“I don’t want to spend the holidays in the bathroom.” Thomas insisted, making Theo laugh even harder.

**

“Promise me you’ll tell Theo.” Vic insisted, leaning against the kitchen counter. They had put cosy fireplace ASMR on the TV and they were setting up everything for when Theo and Thomas would arrive. The plan was for the four of them to have a meal together and then decorate the apartment for the holidays.

“I’m scared.” Angie admitted.

“You can’t just vanish from their life.” 

“I am not vanishing, I am going over to see my parents and then I’ll be back before any of you know it.” 

“Yes, but you know that it will make Theo anxious. You shouldn’t keep it from her.” 

“I will tell her.” 

Right on cue, Thomas and Theo arrived, bringing flowers for Angie and sweet and salty pastries for dessert.

“You are not full, are you?” Vic looked at both Theo and Thomas, who with each passing day more and more resembled each other.

“No, we had a coffee and a hot chocolate, and we shared a pastry." Thomas raised his arms defensively.

"It was necessary!" Theo insisted. "We did some shopping and just needed a treat…"

"And it has nothing to do with Vic's cooking."

“I heard that.” Victoria said, making the others laugh.

“Thom, can I talk to you for a few minutes?” Angie pulled him to the side when they all went to the kitchen.

Vic looked at Angie, concern showing on her face but she knew that Angie would at least tell Thomas about her upcoming trip. Vic and Thomas would take care of Theo but the worry was still there.

“What’s up?” The two went to the balcony and Thomas lit a cigarette. He was smoking significantly less since Theo had entered his life but it was still a habit he couldn’t kick.

“I am going to America for a few days.” Angie decided not to beat around the bush.

He almost dropped his cigarette.

“Why? What happened? Do you need security? Backup? Theo doesn’t have to go, right?” 

“I haven’t told Theo yet. And no, my parents are fine with me not bringing them but I am still conflicted on whether or not I should tell Theo where I’m going.”

“Theo will want to know, you can’t lie to them.” Thomas insisted.

“I will take to the papers about Theo’s status.”

Thomas and his lawyer, with Angie’s help, had been drafting papers - adoption ones, so that Thomas would be able to recognize Theo as his own. It was the peaceful route of adoption and Thomas had passed with flying colours all the checks that institutions required. Now it was for the guardians to sign away the rights. Hopefully outside of court. 

“Don’t put yourself in unnecessary danger, Angie.” 

“I am not but the sooner you have adopted Theo and it’s all behind us, the better.” Angie insisted.

Thomas considered his friend’s words. 

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“No. I want Theo to be here with you and if you are here and then they will be safe.”

“You know Vic will lose her shit if something happens to you, right?”

“I know. But you will take care of my loved ones for me, won’t you?”

“Always. But you are very loved too, Angie. Don’t forget that.”

Vic and Theo were sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for the adults to walk back in the room. Victoria couldn’t wrap her mind around how much had changed in just a few months but it wasn’t something that she would give up easily.

“Did something bad happen?” Theo almost whispered. They could see the tension in Thomas’ body and they had noticed Angie’s behaviour too.

“No, why do you ask that?” Vic ran a hand through Theo’s hair. 

“Angie is acting off. And papa became all tense. I can see them talking.”

“It’s all okay, Theo. You are safe and you don’t need to worry about anything at all.Let the adults take care of you.”

“Does it have to do with my grandparents?” Theo looked at Vic. The bass player didn’t know what to say.

“They are talking about something.” Vic tried to dodge the question.

“Are they coming over for Christmas?” Theo still had nightmares about their grandparents’ meanness. It was brutality that was not visible to the public, brutality kept behind closed doors but one that was so ugly that they couldn’t get it out of their head easily.

“Theo, we are going to have the best Christmas, I can promise you that.” Vic squeezed Theo’s hand. 

“How can you know?” Tears rushed to Theo’s eyes, thinking about what the past year had been for them, the loss of you, Thomas appearing in their life and everything that had changed. 

“Because we are here and we will be together.” Vic reassured calmly.

Theo went to hug Vic.

Angie and Thomas re-entered the kitchen and saw Vic and Theo all snuggled up.

“Don’t you look cosy?” Thomas smiled. His smile disappeared when he saw that Theo had cried. 

“What’s happening?” Theo went to stand between Angie and Thomas.

“I need to fly to America before the holidays.” Angie explained. 

“Why? Papa said that a lawyer can give them papers.” Theo insisted. Thomas hated that they were growing up so early and he hoped that this would eventually slow down. He wanted to give Theo the best childhood.

“My parents said they want to see me. I will go and fulfil that desire so they don’t show up knocking on our door.” 

“Will you be safe?”

“As safe as I can be.” Angie promised. A promise that didn’t sit well with neither Thomas, nor Theo or Vic. 

“When will you be back?”

“I am not going to miss Christmas with my baby, I promise.” 

You make a lot of promises, Angie. Vic thought to herself. She shared a glance with Thomas, whose hope was that Theo wouldn’t be broken again.

**

“I will call you when I land and we can text whenever.” Angie reassured Theo.

“You don’t have to go.” Theo insisted.

“You don’t have to go alone.” Vic added.

“It will be fine, I will be back before you know it.” Angie said again. 

“I will take care of the girls, don’t worry.” Thomas was the calmest of them even though inside he was frustrated and worried, but tried to keep appearances for Theo’s sake.

“Thank you.” 

“Just come back quickly.” Theo begged. 

“And be safe.” Vic added.

“I love you.” Angie kissed Vic gently before hugging Thomas and Theo and going inside the airport, determined that this wouldn’t be the last time she saw her family.

Theo was silent the whole ride to Thomas’ apartment. 

“Theo, do you want to watch a film when we go to the apartment?” Vic offered.

“I think I’ll go to sleep.” Theo replied quietly.

“We can go out for dinner later.” Thomas added.

“We’ll see.” 

Angie got on the plane and settled in her place, her mind racing with everything that yet had to happen and the fear that haunted her. A normal person would scoff and say that those were just her parents, they wouldn’t do anything to her, they wouldn’t do anything to Theo either. 

But they were the ones that had kept you and Theo apart. They are the ones who sent you away time and again, ripping you away from everything and everyone you knew just because of the supposed shame that would always follow them because you had chosen Theo over appearances time and again.

Angie could never forgive them for the stolen times, for the time they had taken from you and your family. She could never forgive them for how they treated you and for how they treated Theo. She could never forgive the years of abuse, neglect, and exile. You never deserved that and neither did Theo.

“I’ll make sure they get what they deserve.” She played with the bracelet that you had given her the previous year. 

The hours couldn’t go by quickly enough. She wanted to put it all in the past.

It was time for her to live. To heal. To move on.

She dragged the small packed suitcase with her when she got off the plane and saw a tall man holding a sign for her. 

“They’ve been expecting you, Angela.” The driver said when she approached him.

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Stolen Time - A Thomas Raggi Story || Chapter Ten

Pairings: Thomas Raggi x Fem! Reader

Description: Thomas had one big love in his life and it all went to hell for a reason that he could never understand. Almost a decade later, the truth starts to unfold as he learns what really happened.

Warnings: emotional abuse, lots of heavy angst

Words: 2.7k

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Thomas felt restless and Theo’s silence and sad mood did not help.

“We should decorate.” Vic suggested when she brought them all breakfast the day after Angie had left.

“It already looks like Santa exploded everywhere.” Theo remarked. They kept checking their phone for updates but Angie had been relatively silent.

“But it’s our first Christmas together.” Thomas insisted, giving Theo the puppy eyes.

“It is but it won’t be Christmas at all if Angie doesn’t come back.” Theo said flatly.

The scary words raised goosebumps on Victoria’s arms.

“Angie will be back.” Vic insisted.

“I will believe it when I see it.” Theo took the pastry and went out to the balcony, leaving both Vic and Thomas feeling like doom was about to unfold.

**

“I see that even as an adult you have not shaken the habit of sleeping too much.” Your mother told Angie when she entered the room that Angie was staying in.

“I see that even distance did not teach you to respect boundaries.�� Angie responded, sitting up in bed.

“You won’t be rude to me in my own house.”

“You started it.” Angie got out of bed and put her hair up.

“Theodora is doomed if she has you as an example.”

“She’s certainly better off with me than with either of you.” 

Angie bit her tongue. The bickering would not help her case and she needed to leave this cursed space and go home to Vic and Theo as soon as she could.

"Theodora would do better in the boarding school. I think it’s ridiculous that you insist that she stays with you."

"It’s ridiculous that you think that Theo would not be better with family."

"Your sister did just fine without all the sentimentality."

Angie flinched at the mention of you. She tried to shut out the grief as much as she could, putting it off to a moment when she could cope. Maybe it would bite her in the ass but it was a risk she was willing to take.

"You know nothing."

"I have a gift for you." Your mother announced. 

"What? Since when do you do anything without it benefitting you?"

"You’d do well to say thanks and appreciate all that we are doing for you and  the child. Your sister’s ungratefulness led her to the grave.You’d do well to remember to be grateful and less snarky."

Angie bit her tongue. Your mother left the room only to return moments later with a box neatly wrapped with a bow. 

"What is this?"

"Some of Y/N’s belongings. I figured you are sentimental enough to enjoy reading through her notebooks. We had the staff go through the apartment after she crashed and we took them away. But since she is gone and there is nothing much of her left, I figured that you’d appreciate the sentiment of these journals. She was one hell of a storyteller, I’ll give her that. Always exaggerating.” 

Angie was shocked and disgust crept through her body. They had done that. They had gone through your apartment and invaded your privacy again, even after you were gone.

"You didn’t expect that, did you?" There was a smirk on your mother’s face.

"When will you leave her to finally rest?" It was all that Angie could say, making your mother laugh.

**

Victoria paced the block around Angie’s apartment, trying to get the anxiety out of her body. Angie had sent her a couple of texts but nothing too long. It was wrong. This absence was wrong. It felt like Vic had allowed her girlfriend to go off like a lamb to slaughter.

Her phone buzzed.

"Can we talk?" Angie had written, making Victoria’s anxiety spike even more.

Instead of replying, the bass player dialled her girlfriend immediately.

"I am okay." Angie started instead of saying hello.

"You sound like you are about to burst into tears."

"I am but that’s not the point. I needed to hear your voice. To remember the goodness still out there in the world."

"I miss you, cara." Vic said softly.

"I miss you too, amo." Angie affirmed. 

"What happened?" 

"I will tell you when I’m back but physically I’m safe."

"When do you come back?"

"Hopefully in the next couple of days. How are you?"

"Worried out of my mind for you. And Thomas is a mother-hen."

"Theo is worried about you and sadder than I’ve seen them, but Thomas is taking care of us both. It will all be better when you come back. Theo decreed that we are not putting the star up on the tree until you come back."

"How is Theo?" Angie worried about her niece but this was the better option than having the parents pop up randomly for a visit in Rome.

That made Angie chuckle.

"I’ll text you my flight details when I have them." 

"Don’t forget that we love you." Vic spoke softly.

"I love you too. I can’t wait to be back with you."

"I am counting down the minutes until I hold you."

"Do you know when Angie will be back?" Theo asked Thomas, hoping that their  papa might know something new.

"No, not yet but we will greet her at the airport, don’t worry."

"Thank you. Can we go visit mama? I don’t want her to think that we’ve forgotten her over the holidays. I made her something and I want to take it to her."

Something broke inside of Thomas at the mention of you and the gift that Theo must have made you. He didn’t let his mind wander to what could have been if things had worked out differently for your little family. He knew that he would have fought tooth and claw for you just as he did now for Theo and he felt so much regret for not doing more when you were still around.

"Dad?" Theo interrupted his thoughts.

"We’ll go see her and bring her flowers. Don’t worry." He kissed Theo’s forehead, the gesture earning him a hug.

"Thank you."

"It will be okay, Theo."

"I hope so. Mama is watching over us and she wouldn’t let us get hurt, or put Angie in danger."

He hoped that the child was right. 

**

Father and child made their way through the quiet graveyard, lilies in hand. Theo was dressed warmly, the fog still crept over Rome and there was a chill in the air. 

“Ciao, mamma.” Theo cleaned up the tombstone and put the bouquet that they were carrying down.

“Ciao, amore.” Thomas added.

“Papa, can I have a moment?” Theo looked to Thomas and he did his best to hide his surprise but he took a few steps away, enough distance to give Theo their space, and lit a cigarette.

Theo squatted in front of the grave and picked up the dead petals from the previous bouquet that they had brought.

“Mama, Angie went to the grandparents. And I am afraid I will lose her just like I lost you. And then the last piece of you that’s left will be gone too.” 

Tears rolled down Theo’s face, which they tried to hide knowing that Thomas would see them and also worry.

“I miss you, mama. This was supposed to be the best Christmas and you are not here. You are not here and I hate it. I hate that I can’t hear you laugh or hug you. I miss you. I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.” They fell to their knees and the sobs broke through, grabbing Thomas’ attention.

He rushed over to them and knelt over, resting his hand on their back very gently. Tears came to his eyes too, tears that he didn’t stop.

“I miss her too, Theo. But she will be with us in spirit and it will all be okay. Angie will come back to us and then we’ll figure out how to be okay. Happy even. I promise you.” He wasn’t sure how to comfort his child but he wasn’t going to leave them to suffer in silence.

Theo shifted and moved closer to him, to hell with the damp ground and the mess on their clothes.

“I can’t lose Angie because of them too.” 

“Angie will come back.” He cupped their face gently and wiped the tears carefully. 

“And if she isn’t I will have lost the last piece of mama. The last memory of mama. And I will have lost Angie too.” 

**

Victoria found Thomas and Theo’s home empty. She had been sleeping over there, the three gravitating towards each other in need of comfort and sense of togetherness.

She was rummaging through the fridge looking for something cold to drink when the door unlocked and in came Thomas and an exhausted looking Theo. Theo went to hug Victoria and without saying a word went to their room, in desperate need of a nap.

“What happened?” Vic asked Thomas quietly once Theo’s door clicked.

“We went to visit Y/N. Theo cried because they are worried that Angie won’t come back and then the last piece of Y/N as well as Angie will be gone.” Thomas poured some water into the kettle and turned it on so he could make Theo some tea.

“I talked to her a little bit, she sounded upset but she promised she would fill us in when she is back.” Vic told Thomas. 

“I hope she is back soon, I am worried about her too.” 

“You and me both.” 

**

Angie started going through your belongings and with each item, it felt like her heart was breaking again, like the loss was happening all over again. She opened one of your notebooks and carefully traced the handwriting, picturing you clear as day, hunched over the notebook, trying to get everything out.

I wish he was here to see T. You’d written. It sounded like a mantra or a prayer, not just yearning. Angie wished you could see the relationship that Thomas and Theo now had and the love they shared for each other.

The phone screen lit up and she saw an incoming call from Theo.

“Angie?” Theo’s voice sounded sleepy and sad.

“Ciao, bambina. How are you?” 

“I miss you.” 

“I miss you too, cuore. I’ll be home soon.”

“Did you book a flight?” 

“Not yet, cuore. They haven’t signed the papers yet but when they do I will be there.” 

“And if they don’t sign the papers?” Theo’s voice broke.

“Then I’ll be back and we’ll fight them again.” Angie hated breaking Theo’s heart but this mission was important. Protecting Theo took priority over anything else.

“Please come back.” 

“I will. I will send you my flight details when I book the flight, okay? I’ll be there before you know it.” 

“I love you, Angie.” 

“I love you too, Theo.” 

There was a knock on the door which startled Angie and she immediately hid away the phone only to be greeted by your father standing at the doorway.

“What are you hiding?” He asked.

“Nothing.” She replied almost mechanically.

“Your mother and I have done a lot over the years for you and your sister and Theodora. I feel like you’ve done what you can to undermine our efforts since your sister’s passing.” 

Angie dug her nails into her palms, trying not to lash out.

“I have done everything in my power to take care of Theo and make sure that they get everything that they deserve.” 

“And what of your life?” He asked.

“My life is just fine.” 

“So you are going to give up your youth just because your sister was a fool to fall for that boy?” 

“My sister was not a fool and Theo is not a burden.” 

“You do not know what it means to raise a child.” Your father insisted.

As if you know what it means to raise a child. Angie thought.

“I will not give up on Theo or my sister’s legacy.” Angie insisted in her own right.

“Perhaps I should sign those papers that you brought and we should cut you off completely and see how long it takes before you come crawling back for money and support.” 

Angie felt a flicker of hope and did her best to conceal it.

“I am not giving up.” 

“Stubborn. Always so stubborn.”

He slammed the door on his way out and she was reminded of him slamming his fist in the table when she’d given him the papers - papers making them give up whatever rights they had over Theo and signing them to Angie and Thomas. It had been nerve wracking but she knew that you would have done the same. Face them despite the possible consequences and risk it all to protect Theo. To give Theo a chance of a better future.

There was no point in waiting longer. They had the papers and it was a matter of mind games and time to see if they would sign. So she took her phone and started the process of booking a flight home. Home to Vic, home to Theo, home to Thomas. 

As soon as the flight was booked she started neatly organising her suitcase and putting inside your belongings, spreading them between the bags and keeping the notebook closest. 

She could hear the conversation coming from the living room of her parents’ home but tried not to listen - tried to tune out the mentions of you, the mentions of Theo and the derogatory terms used alongside those mentions. Because both of you deserved better and because she wouldn’t be held responsible if she actually heard them and reacted the way she longed to react.

A bang against the door followed by the click of the door handle and footsteps coming in. 

“What do you think you are doing?” Your mother asked, seeing the almost packed up bags.

“Leaving.” 

“And why would you be leaving right before the holidays?” 

“Why would I stay for the holidays?” Angie wanted to laugh.

“Show some respect.” Your mother half-barked.

“Respect is earned, mother. What do you want?” Angie zipped up her backpack.

“I want many things but I am most curious as to how far you’ll go to keep up your sister’s bullshit.” 

“Did no one ever teach you to not speak ill of the dead?” Angie couldn’t bite back the remark but it only made your mother laugh.

“She knew I loved her.” 

“Prove it, sign the damn papers and let me go.” 

“I already signed them.” Your mother smiled. 

“Thank you.”

“Your father made a very good point. Let’s see how long it will take you and Theo to crawl back asking for help and money. How long before Theo’s father abandons her.” Your mother dropped the folder with the papers on the bed.

“Sure.” Angie’s heart was racing as she picked up the folder and checked that the papers were indeed signed wherever the signature was required before putting it away in her backpack.

“We’ll talk again, Angela.” 

She felt like she could barely breathe on the way to the airport. It felt too easy. Too quick and almost painless. But she had succeeded her mission and was on her way home to Theo and Vic and Thomas, and it would all be fine. They now stood a real shot at happiness. 

Angie took her things out of the car that drove her to the airport and went through the check-in process before sitting down in a café, the tension slowly fading out of her body.

I’m coming home. She wrote to Vic.

WHEN? The response was almost immediate.

I’m at the airport, my flight is in an hour, so I’ll be in your arms before you know it.

I can’t wait, cara. We’ll pick you up at the airport. Are you okay? What happened?

I got the papers. They think that Thomas will abandon Theo and that I am wasting my youth trying to take care of Theo. They also think that after it all goes to hell, I will go crawling back to them for money and send Theo to a boarding school. 

Are you safe? Vic wrote.

I’m at the airport. As safe as I can be. 

Good, stay that way. Their assumptions don’t matter, just make it home to us, you are almost there.

Yes, I am and I will kiss you senseless as soon as I can.

I’ll hold you to that promise.

The plane took off as tears rolled down her eyes in the dimly lit cabin. She held the notebook with your scribbles on her lap, tracing the handwriting that had almost carved the paper with one single word - freedom. 

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Stolen Time - A Thomas Raggi Story || Chapter Eight

Pairings: Thomas Raggi x Fem! Reader

Description: Thomas had one big love in his life and it all went to hell for a reason that he could never understand. Almost a decade later, the truth starts to unfold as he learns what really happened.

Words: 2.6k

A/N: Not going to lie, it's an emotional one <3

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Thomas felt so much. His usual energetic self was still there but now, now there was so much more going on. He thought of Theo, Theo who had lost so much and whom he’d grown to love so deeply over the recent past. Theo, who he wanted to protect at all costs.

Today was going to be a big day for everyone. 

He had made arrangements with his parents and with Theo to take Theo to meet them - an event that he was so happy about and that he couldn’t wait to see. 

Everything would be alright. He would make sure of it. For Theo’s sake, for yours, for his own.

**

Victoria woke up and wanted to scream. 

Today was going to be a big day for everyone, yes, but especially big for her. 

Angie had agreed to go on a date with her.

Angie!!! This beautiful angel of a woman had agreed to go on a date with her! 

Vic ran into the shower still half asleep, eager to get ready and be out of the house early enough so that there would be no way for her to be late.

She couldn’t blow this. Not when her future was at stake.

**

Angie fussed with the buttons of her shirt and looked in the mirror. She was on her second cup of coffee and she had made Theo breakfast before she even started working on getting ready for the date.

She was going on a date.

Her of all people.

Victoria had asked her out on a date.

“Are you okay?” Theo asked between bites of her sandwich as they watched their aunt fussing with the buttons.

“Yes, I am. How are you feeling?” Angie was equally as worried about the date as she was about Theo and the day that they were meant to have. Angie knew that Thomas wouldn’t blow them off but she was still worried because those were new people and she didn’t want to see Theo getting hurt.

“I am excited. Papà promised that we would go to look at furniture for my room too.” 

“Will you move out?” Angie panicked for a second. She and Theo hadn’t lived together for so long but Theo was very important to her and she didn’t want to lose them. 

“No, I don’t think so but I will have a room there too!” 

Angie smiled, relief filling her. 

“You won’t lose me, Angie.” Theo promised their aunt and went to hug her. “I love you very much.” 

“I love you very much too, Theo.” Angie smiled and hugged them back. 

“Can I bring an outfit change for you?” Theo asked, not knowing how to say that they hated the outfit that their aunt was in, without offending her feelings.

Angie nodded, her curiosity piqued. 

Theo went into Angie’s room and dug out a dress Angie had forgotten about. A dress she had bought on her last shopping trip with you. It was mid length, white with lilac flowers on it and short puffy sleeves.

“I think this will be great.” Theo looked so proud of themselves.

“I think so too.” Angie smiled and went to get it ready for wearing.

**

Thomas smiled when he heard the noise outside his door. To his surprise, Vic was even earlier than he expected.

"Why are you not ready to go? We need to go!" Vic clapped her hands. "We are not going to disappoint them, so get a move on or I will drag your ass outside myself, Thomas!" 

Thomas laughed and went to the kitchen to put away his cup of coffee before finishing dressing up.

"You look lovely, by the way." Thomas complimented Vic who was fussing in front of the mirror. 

Victoria stopped and looked at him. He had put on a pair of black denim shorts and was picking out his shirt.

"I like her a lot, Thom. I like her smile, the way she talks, her laughter, and how she treats everyone. I like her and I don't want to mess up."

"We all mess up but as long as you talk it through it will be okay." 

Vic smiled again and the two of them left Thomas' house minutes later.

"I want to buy her flowers." Vic announced. "Angie deserves to get all the flowers.

"We are turning their apartment into a flower shop." Thomas chuckled and pulled up in front of the flower shop. For a moment, he thought about visiting you but he decided he would, once everything with Theo went smoothly.

"They love flowers." Vic insisted.

Somehow, Thomas ended up carrying all the flowers to Angie and Theo's apartment and Vic wrestled the bouquet of peonies out of his grip once she rang the doorbell.

"Papà!" Theo ran past Vic and straight to Thomas, who leaned down to hold them.

"Hi, my little sunflower." Thomas smiled at them. "I've missed you."

Theo grinned and hugged him even tighter. "I missed you too, papà."

"All of you, please come in." Angie showed up at the door and Vic's knees threatened to give in.

"Ciao, bella." Vic had an expression on her face that Thomas wished he could photograph but he suspected that it would get him punched in the face.

"Ciao." Angie's expression mirrored Vic's.

"You look like the heart-eyes emoji." Theo pointed out, walking past her aunt to put the flowers in the vase. Thomas laughed, the bluntness of his child reminding him of you.

Both Angie and Vic blushed. Thomas laughed, happy for his sister and for yours. 

“Call me if you need anything, okay?”  Angie leaned over to Theo while Thomas waited at the door. 

“Yes, you have fun!” Theo hugged their aunt. Thomas hugged Victoria and whispered to her “Have fun” before him and Theo left the apartment.

**

Theo sat in the backseat of Thomas’ car. He had put effort into cleaning both his car and the apartment because it was nicer for him and because he didn’t want to scare Theo away with his chaos. 

“How are you feeling?” He asked Theo once he was in the driver's seat, sure that they were safely strapped in the back. 

“I am okay, I am a bit tired but I am also excited.” Theo fidgeted with their necklace and Thomas’ heart hurt.

“We can rest after lunch, if you want.” Thomas suggested. “My parents are very excited to meet you.”

“I am very excited to meet them too, papà. Can we buy them flowers?” Theo asked, wanting to be polite. They had wanted to bring something over for their grandparents but didn’t know what they could get so asking Thomas was the way to go. Angie had been otherwise busy anyway.

“We can buy them flowers, yes.” He beamed. At this point, he was considering opening a flower shop. 

And so they stopped and greeted the now friendly flower shop seller and bought flowers from where he’d been buying all the flowers.

“Pick anything you want, little one.” Thomas told Theo as they went wild and started piling flowers on the counter. The seller smiled at him. 

“Special occasion?”

“Very much so. Can you have some lilies ready for later, I’ll stop by and get them probably later this afternoon.” Thomas requested as the seller started putting together the intricate bouquet of flowers that Theo had picked.

“Lilies? Will you visit mamma?” Theo looked at Thomas.

“Yes, I want to tell her how our day went.” Thomas put his hand on Theo’s shoulder.

“May I come with you?”

“Of course, Theo.” Thomas promised and paid for the bouquets before carrying the one intended for his mother to the car. Theo got in and once they were buckled, Thomas gave them the flowers and sat in the driver’s seat.

“Do you miss mamma?” Theo asked, breaking the silence.

“Every day, Theo. I wish she and I had more time together and I wish I had been there since the beginning.” Thomas spoke and tried to remain calm behind the wheel. The drive over to his parents wasn’t a long one but he didn’t dare put Theo in any risk.

“I miss mamma too.” Theo spoke quietly. “I think she would be happy that you’re here now.”

“I think so too.” Thomas smiled and minutes later parked the car in front of his parents’ house.

He got out of the car and then helped Theo out only to hold their hand as they walked up the stairs to his parents’ home. He rang the doorbell and didn’t let go of Theo’s hand, sensing their anxiety in the little shake of the grip on the flowers.

His mamma opened the door and beamed at them.

“Ciao, amori miei.” She kissed Thomas’ cheek before kneeling to be at eye level with Theo. “Hi.” 

“Ciao.” Theo beamed at her nonna and handed her the flowers. “These are for you.” 

“Thank you, my little love.” Thomas saw the tears in Theo’s eyes and wanted to cry too as his mother embraced his child. Theo started crying too and clung to her too. 

Thomas felt a hand on his shoulder and looked over to see his dad all teared up too.

“Ciao, bambina.” His papa also leaned and opened his arms for an embrace. Theo gave him a shy smile before hugging him too.

The four of them made their way over to the living room and Thomas saw that Theo was slowly relaxing, even if they stayed close to him. His parents were patient and they asked questions but when they saw that Theo wasn’t comfortable, they didn’t push them, for fear of losing them again. Losing them just as they had met her. 

“Would you like to keep me company as I set the table, bambina?” Thomas’ mum asked Theo. Theo nodded and got up from the sofa where they had been sitting with Thomas and followed their nonna out to the kitchen.

“Theo is a miracle.” Thomas’ papa looked at him. 

“They are.” 

“I am proud of you for stepping up and I am sorry it all happened this way.” 

“I am sorry it happened this way too, I wish I had more time with them both but I am here for Theo and I will make sure that their life is a happy one.”

**

Angie couldn’t keep her eyes off Vic. Vic who was dressed in flared jeans and had a leopard bralette on. Vic, who was the most beautiful person alive. 

Vic.

“What are we making? Or did you change your mind and we should go out?” Vic spoke first, breaking Angie’s trance on her lips. Angie flushed.

“I thought we could make pasta and sit outside in the sun. Theo and I cleaned the balcony and made it a lot nicer so we can have lunch there.” 

“Sounds like a plan.” Vic smiled at Angie. “Tell me what to do so I am not in your way and I don’t set the kitchen on fire.” 

Angie laughed and Vic’s heart soared. She wanted to keep making her laugh, she wanted to kiss her so badly and make sure that she smiled and laughed more than she ever had in her life.

Angie gave Vic the plates and cutlery for her to set outside and then had her lay out everything so she could cook. Watching Vic like this, it made Angie long, it made her hope for a happier future.

“What’s on your mind?” Vic asked then cringed. “Ugh, I sound like a Facebook status.”

Angie laughed again. 

“I am thinking about how this is the first time in a while that I've felt hopeful.” Angie admitted. “Since Y/N’s death, and even before that, I have been in a flight or fight mode and I am ready to get out of this state and to live a happier life.”

“I am so proud of you.” Vic went to kiss her cheek. Angie blushed.

The two spoke about anything and everything while the food cooked and Vic caught herself smiling so much, she was sure that it would leave a trace on her face. Because happiness always does.

**

Thomas and Theo walked down to the car with their parents and Theo was all smiles as she hugged her grandparents. 

“Promise to bring Theo over again soon. And Angie is more than welcome to join us too.” Thomas’ mamma looked at him.

“I promise, mamma. As soon as we can. And you can visit us too!” 

“Yes, nonna. We will see each other soon.” It was the first time Theo said that word and Thomas saw the instantaneous effect it had on his mother. She hugged Theo again and he saw the tears roll down her face. 

“I love you, little one. Be safe and I will see you soon.” She kissed Theo’s forehead and closed the car door after.

Thomas set out on the road and glanced in the mirror to Theo who looked happy but also had a look on their face he didn’t quite understand.

“How are you feeling, Theo?” 

“I am okay, papà. Happy. Nonna and nonno are very kind, aren’t they?” 

“Yes, they are. You will have the chance to get to know them soon enough.” Thomas promised. He knew that his parents would help him take care of Theo and that if it were up to them, Theo would be the happiest child in the Universe.

“Grazie, papà. We are going to see mamma, yes?” 

“I promised, so yes.” Thomas drove back to the florist and grabbed the bouquet that he had ordered, passing it again to Theo before driving to the cemetery.

The two of them walked hand in hand towards your resting place, Thomas’ heart growing more sorrowful and heavy with each step. The bouquet was a mix of pink and white lilies, picked out by Theo and himself, symbolising the sorrow and pain, as well as the love that they still felt.

Theo laid down the flowers and sat down on the ground, and Thomas stood close by, making sure no one disturbed them. He lit a cigarette. 

“Ciao mamma.” Theo spoke not too loud, but Thomas heard them and the words shattered his heart. He inhaled deeply. 

“Mamma, today I met my grandparents and we had a lot of fun.” Theo kept talking. “And Angie is on a date with Vic. I made her wear the dress that you had her buy with the lilac details. She is so beautiful, mamma. Papa brings me sunflowers and calls me his little sunflower and it’s really nice.” Thomas wanted to sob. He wished this wasn’t happening, he wished that he could turn back time and protect you both but he promised that he would make sure that at least he would give Theo a good life. A happy life.

“Ciao, tesorina.” Thomas knelt when he put out the cigarette. He rested his hand on Theo’s shoulder. “We missed you today but our little sunflower is good. Theo is thriving and Angie will be okay. I wish things were different. I miss you. But rest, I’ve got them.” 

Theo turned around and hugged Thomas, making him fall over to the ground. He held the child closely and felt his shirt get wet and when Theo pulled away, he saw the tears on their face. 

“I miss her too, little one.” He carefully wiped their face, tears now rolling down his face. This wasn’t how he imagined you two having a family. You were meant to be there and you weren’t. 

Theo didn’t say anything and went back to hugging him, the two of them holding on to each other in their grief, in their love, in their hope. 

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Brividi - An Ethan Torchio Blurb

Pairings: Ethan Torchio x Fem!Reader

Summary: What happens when two people love each other very deeply but can't love each other the right way?

Warnings: angst, mentions of alcohol and smoking

Words: 1.8k

A/N: This was requested a while back by my dear @maneskings💞

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Whenever the two of you existed in the same space, you tended to tune out everyone and everything. Even when you didn’t try to. 

It happened like in the movies, time and time again - when the lens would focus on something very specific and everything else would just fade into the background. That’s what happened whenever the two of you met and all of the background noise, all of the unnecessary overwhelm just disappeared.

Calmness washing over you again and again. A haven. 

“You are doing it again.” Vic nudged you in the side playfully.

“Doing what?” You looked at her confused from the sudden snap back to reality

“Pretending no one else exists when he enters the room.” 

“It’s not intentional.” Redness rose to your cheeks and it made your friend chuckle.

“I am not saying it is, I am saying that I am watching a real life romcom and you two need to figure it out.” 

“There is nothing to be figured out, Vic.” 

“Did you two get together and tell no one?” 

“No.” 

“Then there is something to be figured out!” 

“You just love to play the matchmaker, don’t you?” 

“No, I love helping my loved ones see that they are made for one another.” 

Your eyes found him on the opposite side of the room, deep in conversation with Thomas. Victoria’s words had given you chills and you were glad for the long sleeves that could hide the goosebumps on your skin.

“It’s wishful thinking, Vic. Things don’t work out like that in real life. This is not some fairytale where you have someone made just for you.” Your eyes filled with tears and you excused yourself before Victoria could say something and just push you over the brink. 

**

“You’re pining again.” Thomas nudged Ethan carefully. 

“I am not.” 

“Try to fool someone who hasn’t spent so much time with you, please.”  Thomas chuckled. He found it both funny and a bit heartbreaking to see you both pining for each other and yet neither of you had the courage to follow your heart and just talk to the other person and figure things out.

“I am not trying to fool you. My feelings are my own to deal with. Y/N didn’t sign up for this.” 

“Y/N didn’t sign up for what?” Vic walked over to Thomas and Ethan. Ethan looked immediately behind her, searching for you but you weren’t there. 

“You’re meddling again, aren’t you?” Ethan looked to his other best friend.

“You are the second person tonight to accuse me of this.” Vic looked scandalised. 

“If the shoe fits…” Thomas chuckled and Vic nudged him in the ribs.

“Where did Y/N go?” Ethan took a step closer to Vic.

“I think she went outside. We were talking and she just left. You two really need to talk things out.” 

“I’ll go check on Y/N. Please stop meddling.” 

**

There was a slight breeze but the night was beautiful. You could hear the noise of the lively streets of Rome and it felt magical to be both so close to all that but also slightly detached from it - a quiet observer of so many stories.

He stood for a moment on the doorstep and watched you before reaching into his pocket for a cigarette. The faint click of the lighter made you look over your shoulder before you turned around, realising it’s him.

“What are you thinking about?” He shrugged off his jacket and put it around your shoulders. 

“It would be blissful if it was just one thing clouding my mind.” It was a sad attempt of a joke but that’s how your jokes rolled - mix a bit of the real thing in it.

“Let’s unpack then. Unless you want me to fuck off, of course?” 

“Ethan Torchio, if I ever tell you to fuck off, that person wouldn’t be me. It would only be someone pretending to be me.” 

That made him laugh, which in turn made you smile. Getting him to laugh was one of your favourite pass times.

“You are my favourite person in the whole world, you know that?” He put a kiss on your temple. He was sure it wasn’t the alcohol giving him liquid courage, it was time to face the music, to be brave, to be honest with his favourite person and see where it took him. Maybe his friends were right. Maybe it would all work out.

You couldn’t believe your ears. 

“Eth, you are drunk.” You managed after a moment.

“I am not. You are my favourite person.” 

“Ethan, please.” The tears surfaced again. 

The words were bubbling under your skin, screaming to be let out. Every atom in your body wanted to tell him how you felt. Everything that made you you said that this made sense. You and him. Him and you. 

But you couldn’t do this to him. You couldn’t give him this love. Or maybe he couldn’t give you this love. 

You searched for the sincerity in his eyes. You could see pain slowly appearing there. He could feel the rejection.

“Y/N… I know you didn’t sign up for this when we met.” 

“Ethan, you don’t want this.” You put your hand over his heart and felt it race beneath your fingers. 

“How do you know what I want?” He challenged.

“I know. Right now you might think that this will bring you comfort. Because you’ve known me for so long, because there will be no awkward stage. Maybe the sex will be good too. But before we know it the friendship will be gone and everything else will be too. You will be gone working and I will bury myself in work trying not to think about how my life is going by and you are not there for us to experience it together.” 

He was speechless, the scenarios you had listed all going through his mind as his heart grew heavier and heavier.

“You want a cheerleader and that’s fine. You want someone to show up for you and applaud you and support you, and I am more than happy to be that for you. The difference between us is that you want just that. I want to build something more.” 

“Y/N, I want something more too.” 

“Ethan, it would break me to lose you. Break me in so many little pieces that I am not sure I will survive putting myself back together. So many pieces that I don’t know if there will be enough of me left to put myself together.” Tears were rolling down your face but you didn’t care. You loved him and both of you deserved the truth.

“Please.” You saw the hairs on his arms were standing and you took off the jacket and wrapped it around his shoulders before pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

“I love you. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone and more than I will ever love anyone. But I can’t love you the way you need me to and you can’t love me the way I need you to.” 

When you pulled away, you saw that he was crying too. Standing there, frozen and crying. 

“Please.” He said again. 

With tears rolling quietly down your face, you took the hardest steps you’ve ever taken and quietly left the gathering, not leaving a trace behind as if you’d never been there. 

**

Thomas and Victoria found him an hour later, still standing outside. His eyes were empty. He smoked cigarette after cigarette and replayed your words over and over in his head. 

He had that - the cheerleading, the admiration, with his previous relationship. He thought it was enough. It hadn’t been. It could never be, because that person wasn’t you. Yet you thought that he could never give you what you want. 

“What happened? Are you okay?” Thomas and Vic both sat close to him. 

“I told her and she did not sign up for a lie.” His tone was even. 

Vic and Thomas shared a concerned look. 

“Did you lie to her?” Thomas dared ask. He thought it would get some sort of reaction out of Ethan but it didn’t. 

“I did not lie to her but she sees right through me.” 

“She loves you.” Vic squeezed his arm.

“And I love her, and she deserves better. She deserves someone who can love her right.” 

“There is no wrong way to love someone.” Thomas tried to argue. Ethan looked at him.

“There is, when your love hurts the person that means the world to you.” 

Without saying anything else he left the party, determined to find you. He needed to talk more. He needed to make it make sense. He couldn’t lose you before he even got you.

He rang your apartment doorbell despite the late hour.  

Nothing.

“I am at your door, please.” He wrote the text and sent it, hoping that it would be enough to get you to open the door. To face him. To hear what he has to say.

He heard steps coming from inside the apartment and there you stood, wearing one of his big shirts that had disappeared a while ago, your face mirroring his. 

“It’s late.” 

“I know. We need to talk.” 

“What is there to talk about?” You let him inside the apartment. 

“You left me.” 

“Before you could leave me.” The tears started rolling again.

“I don’t want you to be a cheerleader.” 

“Anything more would be too much, anything less wouldn’t be enough.” You argued.

“A few years ago, maybe. But I need you, Y/N. I need you and I love you and I can’t do any of this without you.” 

His words felt like a thousand little cuts against your skin. 

“I love you and I don’t want to do this without you. I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to imagine a life where you are not a part of it.” 

“Ethan…” 

He cupped your face very gently, getting a strand of hair carefully out of the way. 

“I love you. I love you and I promise not to bolt when things get difficult. I promise to show up. I promise to learn how to love you the way you need me to. I love you, I love you, I love you.” 

You looked at his eyes, the desperation and the pain looming there. The longing. 

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. One kiss. A kiss that it would leave its mark on both of you. 

“Please.” 

**

Nothing happened after that night.  

The love never died. 

It never blossomed either. 

You kept the memory of that night, of the words and the kiss close to your heart for the rest of your life. 

And whenever he looked at you, he always saw what could have been - memories and fantasies dancing in his imagination. They filled him with longing for a life that would never happen.

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PAIRING. thomas raggi x fem!reader

SUMMARY. y/n comes to terms with the fact that she’s bisexual but finds it difficult to tell her lovely boyfriend, but as everyone would expect, he fully supports her.

WORD COUNT. 914

THE SOUND OF a sigh filled the room as Y/N L/N paced back and forth, thought after thought running wild inside of her brain. Her boyfriend Thomas was coming home from a couple of months of touring the world with his band. The girl was beyond proud of him, but she could not think about him right then. Thinking about him brought forth anxiety as she had something important to tell him.

She had always questioned her sexuality but only recently came to terms with it. She was bisexual and while she knew Thomas was going to be supportive, she could not shake the nervousness inside of her chest. It wasn’t necessarily him or their friends that made her nervous, more-so the public.

There was a part of her that worried that things would change once she came out, as crazy as it may seem to some people. It was pretty scary but she tried to push down the negative feelings. She eventually stopped pacing once she heard the sound of a door opening and closing, not realizing Thomas had gotten home until then.

“Amore mio,” the Italian called out while he shrugged off his jacket.

“In here,” she responded. She attempted to hide the fact that she had been stressed out and anxious, but didn’t know if he would believe it.

One thing about Thomas Raggi was that he was so attuned to her feelings and the tells her body would give when she was not feeling positively. That’s one thing that she loved about him, even though there was a long list of reasons. He was always there for her and they supported each other so she felt a little silly for being so fearful. She just couldn’t help it.

Thomas walked into their shared room, a smile appearing on his lips at the sight of his girlfriend. Her H/C hair was tied up into a messy bun and she was sporting a pair of shorts and a blue tank top. He always loved seeing her looking so comfortably. She was the most stunning person to him and he was always quick to show her these feelings.

He walked closer to Y/N and hugged her for the first time in months, closing his eyes and enjoying the moment. He had missed her more than words could express so of course the first thing he had to do was hold her. However, his moment of peace wasn’t long once he felt her hesitation to return the affection. He pulled away and furrowed his brows.

He confusingly asked, “Are you alright? You usually are happier to see me. I didn’t do anything wrong and forget, did I?”

“No baby, you didn’t do anything.” She was quick to calm down his rising worry.

The girl turned and went to sit down on their bed, closing her eyes for a second to calm herself. She opened her eyes and was met with her boyfriend sitting next to her, a gleam of concern in his eyes.

“N/N, is everything okay? Did something happen while I was gone?” Thomas asked a little too fast but she was able to understand each word.

Y/N turned her head and their eyes made contact for a split second before she looked away. “No? Yes? I don’t know, it’s not all that important I guess. There’s just been a lot on my mind but it’s not anything that anyone has done. I’ve just come to terms with this part of myself that I wanted to hide for the longest time.”

When Thomas still had confusion painted on his face, she knew that she would have to elaborate further. She took his left hand in her own, lacing their fingers together. She looked at him again and was ready to get everything over with.

“I’ve come to terms with the fact that I am bisexual. I’ve been nervous to come out and actually say those words. I wasn’t nervous to tell you specifically because you’re the most supportive, but not everyone is like that. I worry that people will take my sexuality and turn it into something negative when it comes to you.”

She continued sharing her feelings after pausing for a moment. “I mean, there has always been a stigma that bisexual people cheat, and I don’t want people saying that about me and our relationship.”

Thomas kissed the top of his girlfriend’s head and held her other hand too. He felt happy that she trusted him enough to be open with this information but he hated that she was thinking about things that would’ve never crossed his mind.

“Mia cara, I’m so proud of you. I know it’s not the easiest thing but I adore you. I don’t want you worrying about something like that because I know you love me. I love you too and I trust you. Your sexuality is a beautiful part of you. There will always be people who don’t understand but you have to ignore it.”

He raised one of her hands up and kissed the back of it. He looked back at his girlfriend and noticed the tears in her eyes.

“How did I get so lucky?” Y/N asked.

Thomas chuckled and shook his head. “I think I’m the lucky one. How about we watch a movie to cheer you up?”

“That sounds great,” Y/N agreed.

The couple spent the rest of the day in each other’s arms, watching movies and enjoying each other’s company.

AUTHORS NOTE! this is an older imagine that i’d written a couple months ago. i have a eurovision imagines book published on wattpad and i finally decided to post some of them on here since there isn’t that many none-måneskin related ones. yes, i started with a måneskin member, but i do have a lot of others for loreen, bojan, käärijä, etc. if you see any typos, please ignore them because this was written months ago and just copied from my notes. thanks for reading!

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i've dreamt about you nearly every night this week - an Ethan Torchio blurb

Pairings : Ethan Torchio x GN!Reader

Summary: Your relationship's decay leaves both of you haunted by the other.

Words: 880

A/N: Quick blurb that came about from the Arctic Monkeys' song Do I wanna know?

Warnings: it's angsty

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Ethan woke up in the middle of the night, sweat covering his body. He knew he still had plenty of time to sleep, yet it felt that now that he was awake, sleep was very far off. 

He sat up in the bed and reached to the nightstand to take his phone, always looking for that notification, for a sign, anything from you.

Yet there was none.

He’d driven your home after your last dinner and gone home himself, wishing that he’d invited you over to stay instead. Your relationship was still fresh, not even a year in, yet with his travelling and your business, it felt like the two of you had been together for even less time but he was smitten.

But there was trouble in paradise.

**

Wherever he travelled, he’d send you pictures and the two of you would exchange sweet voice notes and be on calls whenever possible, yet it wasn’t enough. He needed more and so did you, but there wasn’t much to be done.

You wanted this to work, you wanted it more than anything else but there was doubt in your heart despite the affection that you felt for him. You felt doubt that you would be enough, doubt that the distance would eventually destroy everything that you were trying to build between you two. 

Unconsciously, you made your choice. 

You started building a wall around your heart, trying desperately to protect it from the heartbreak that you felt was inevitable.

You started texting less, calling less, replying with monosyllabic texts, busying yourself more and more as you tried to protect your heart and ensure your own survival in the worst possible outcome that you expected to happen.

Yet, the one thing that you had promised to do, you didn’t. You didn’t protect him.

When Ethan realised he was losing you, he was in denial and tried to keep you. He tried and tried, with small and grand gestures to show that he was not going anywhere, that he was committed and that he wanted to make it work with you.

Part of him felt like you deserve better, part of him knew that you deserve someone that would be there and in those moments he hated his job and his passion for keeping him away from you. 

He wanted to be there, to celebrate your wins, to be there when you needed him, not just through text but to also be able to hold you, to comfort you.

The more you stepped away, the more he felt haunted, the more it affected both of you.

You started closing off, turning more and more into a workaholic and not leaving much space for anything else - be it time for friends, family or emotions. No room for anything that might leave space for thought or feeling, just work.

And him? Well, he wasn’t able to give 100% at work either. His performances went down a bit and he did what he had to do but his heart wasn’t in it.

“You two either need to figure it out or break up.” Vic suggested, after seeing her friend suffer for long enough. “I know you like them but this whole thing is affecting you.” 

“Of course it’s affecting me. I like them a lot and I want this to work.” 

“Then make it work.”

“It doesn’t depend only on me.”

**

“Thank you for the lovely dinner, Eth.” You told him and pressed a kiss to his cheek, not really allowing yourself more.

“It was my pleasure. When will I see you again?” He asked, kissing your hand.

“I am not sure about that yet, my schedule is quite packed but maybe before you’re off again conquering the world.” You told him, trying to leave the bitterness out of your tone.

“I’d love that. And I’d love to take you with me some time.” 

“Sure, we can talk about that.” You agreed, knowing that it wasn’t likely to happen. You kissed him very gently, your heart leaping for a moment before you got out of the car and into your apartment, leaving him downstairs alone as you had an early start to the day and he needed all the sleep he could get.

You wanted to text him good night, text him something to make sure that he’d gotten home alright but you stopped yourself from doing it. Instead, you went through your nightly routine and went to bed trying not to think about the handsome man that you were pushing away and the chances that were going to be gone soon.

He also went home. He put his hair up, took a shower and went to bed, checking if you’d texted him but only to find disappointment on the phone screen. 

Nothing. 

Silence.

Even when he was there, there was only silence.

**

Hours later when he woke, after a dream where you were in his home, the two of you sharing a meal and making plans, there was a brief moment when in sleepiness, he thought it had been real.

It wasn’t.

He stared at the chat again, reading and rereading the last texts between you two. 

He wrote in the little chat bubble.

I’ve dreamt about you nearly every night this week.

He didn’t send it. 

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Handwritten - An Ethan Torchio Story || Chapter Seven

Pairings: Ethan Torchio x OC Character

Summary: Words are magic and when one author pours their heart and soul into something, the Universe just…answers.

A/N: I think this is one of the fluffiest things I've ever written.

Fluff, mentions of smut 👀

Words: 3329

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Aurora hummed quietly while adding the finishing touches to the table as Ethan started serving the pasta. 

“Thomas is thinking about settling with Tom.” Ethan blurted out, his friend’s words still clouding his mind. Thomas and Tom’s relationship was newer than his and Auri’s, yet Ethan knew Thomas well enough to know that he would not back out on this and he spoke his mind only because he was sure.

“I am really happy to hear this. Tom and Thomas deserve all the happiness in the world.” Auri said between bites.

“Yes, they do.” 

Auri reached out and squeezed his hand gently.

“I am really happy to be here with you.” 

“I am really happy too, cara.” Ethan wiped his mouth before kissing her very gently.

**

“Is it okay if I stay over tonight?” Ethan asked after they finished dinner.

“I was hoping you would.” Auri admitted.

Her words made him smile.

“I’m going to miss our time together when I am on the road.” 

“I am going to miss you.” Auri looked at him.

“I’ll be back, you know that.” 

“I know, but missing you will still be a thing when you are not here.” She went to him and pressed a kiss to his jaw.

“Would it be okay if I take something of yours with me on the road?” He held her and ran a hand through her hair.

“Of course, you can have whatever you want.” Auri smiled.

“Thank you, cara.” He kept holding her.

“I am going to need something of yours too, you know.” 

“The shirts you already stole are insufficient?” 

“I did not steal them! You left them here and I just sleep in them!” 

Ethan chuckled.

“What is mine is yours. You didn’t steal them.” He raised his hands in surrender.

Auri was sure her heart skipped a few beats.

“What is mine is yours too.” She got on tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his lips.

**

Auri felt almost bubbly the next day, Ethan’s words playing over and over in her head. 

“You’re all sunshine and rainbows.” Tom said by way of greeting.

“I am, last night was really lovely.” Auri kissed Tom’s cheek before going inside the cafe where they’d met to order a cappuccino and breakfast.

Tom followed her and ordered food and coffee for himself too before the two sat down outside, each lighting a cigarette.

“It’s really refreshing seeing you this lively and happy.” Tom spoke after a moment.

“Things are finally aligning and the heaviness is lifting, I almost can’t believe it at times.” 

“You went through a lot, Auri. I think it’s a normal reaction to be disbelieving at times.” 

“I think it is too.” Auri took a drag from the cigarette. 

“So what is going on besides Ethan making you so happy?” 

“Well, the apartment is feeling more and more homey with each day which is something I’ve longed for ever since I moved out on my own. My old place might have seen me grow up but it never felt like home. It felt just like an apartment, like a storage space. This place feels like home and I actually enjoy spending time there and having people over.” 

“You have no idea how much relief your words bring.” Tom spoke softly.

Auri smiled.

“I signed up for a writing club and for a book club too, you know.” 

“That does not mean that my early access to your works is revoked, I hope?” 

“Of course you’ll still have access.” 

“And the smut better not stop flowing. I am loving the book recommendations.” 

Auri laughed at that.

“I am sure you are.” 

“Did you make Ethan read your favourites yet?” 

“No, not yet. Did you try those poses from your favourite with Thomas?” 

Tom grinned.

“I never kiss and tell.”

**

The moments when Ethan could roam around Rome without being noticed were rare and few in between but he appreciated every single one of them. Those were fragments of old normalcy that he sometimes missed even though he was off the grid whenever they had time off and people usually respected his privacy.

But he had a mission - to get Auri’s gifts for their birthday and prepare a nice surprise. It was only one step of the plan, he was still to meet the twins to discuss the limits and the grandeur of the surprise that they would pull off.

“When can we meet?” It was a text from Tom, pulling him away from making the decision on which journal to get, and whether or not to get matching journals for himself and Auri.

“I should be done at the bookshop soon. Maybe give me half an hour? I can meet you in Trastevere?” 

“YOU’RE IN A BOOKSHOP WITHOUT ME????” He could hear Tom’s disappointed tone.

Ethan replied with his live location.

“Was it that hard?” His focus was interrupted by Tom who walked up to him not even fifteen minutes later.

“What?” Ethan grinned and hugged his friend.

“Telling me that we are going book shopping to begin with!” 

“Oh. No, I was just distracted. I want to get Auri everything but for everything to also be perfect.” He admitted shyly.

“May I look through what you’ve selected?” Tom smiled and looked in the basket that Ethan was holding. He saw a few titles that he knew Auri was planning to read, a lovely edition of one of her favourite romance novels and two beautiful journals, one lilac and one black.

“She will love the selection, you did well.” Tom praised.

“Thank you. I want to pick out some things for myself too and we can go grab a coffee after, if you’d like.” 

“Yes, Eli should be finishing work soon and we can pick them up on the way to the cafe and just catch up.” 

“That’s a good plan. So, how have you been doing?” Ethan looked at his friend for a moment, whose smile only widened while picking some of the same books that were chosen for Auri as their book tastes ran similarly.

“I am really happy. I was worried if moving back to Rome would be the right decision for me but I am glad I came back. Being closer to my parents and this new thing with Thomas, it’s really bringing me joy. And Eli and Auri both being here also adds so much joy to my life.” 

“I was worried about you, you know?” Ethan admitted.

“Why?”

“Well, for a while you and Thomas were going back and forth but not really taking action, or so it seemed, and I worried that you’ll end up with your heart broken.” Ethan explained.

“That’s… that’s very kind of you.” Tom squeezed the drummer’s arm.

“I love Thomas but that doesn’t mean that you are not important to me too.” Ethan smiled in return.

“You’re important to me too, Eth and I can’t tell you how relieving it is for me to see you happy and with one of the most important people in my life.” 

Ethan blushed at the mention of Auri.

“You’re so cute, really.” Tom teased.

“She is becoming a very important person in my life, you know?” Ethan admitted shyly, knowing that his words would stay with Tom until he was ready to talk to Auri.

“I can tell. Eli is very protective of Auri and so am I, but I feel like she is safe with you and you have brought her so much happiness that I can only thank you.” 

“She has brought me joy too.” 

“I can tell.”

Ethan inhaled deeply, looking at the now small pile of journals that he’d added to the book stack in his basket. 

“I should stop.”

“No, you shouldn’t.” Tom joked.

“I really should.” Ethan chuckled.

**

The closer that time ticked to her birthday, the more unease she felt, and the more she wanted to shut off the parts of herself that she felt were too vulnerable. 

Aurora’s phone lit up with yet another notification that was trying to pull her away from the world she had immersed herself in.

“I am taking you shopping.” She glimpsed Tom’s words and her focus went completely away as she picked up the phone.

“Why?” 

“Since when do you need an explanation for shopping?”

“Is it book shopping?” 

“No.” 

“Then why are we going shopping?”

“Because your birthday is coming and we need to get you an outfit for the party.”

“Tom…”

“No arguments. Consider it my birthday gift.” 

“Fine, when do you want to go?” 

“Now? Unless you’re busy?”

She considered it for a moment, knowing that getting out of the house would be the wise decision but also not really feeling it. 

“I have to get ready.” 

“Just let me in, I’m outside.” 

She pressed the button that opened the outside door and opened the door of the apartment.

“You really should give me a set of keys.” Tom said as a way of greeting.

“I really should, yes.” Auri hugged him tightly and held on for a moment.

“What’s wrong?” Tom held her even tighter when she wasn’t letting go.

“I am not sure, I think it might just be an off-day but thank you for coming when you did.” 

“You are my best friend, and we are both getting used to being in the same city and it’s really nice to be able to see you and hug you whenever I want, you know?”

Auri nodded, a tear rolling down her face. 

“I love my new life, I love the way it’s all coming together, but fuck I am overwhelmed.” 

“I know, tesoro. I know. But you are doing so well.” He got a strand of hair away from her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead. 

“I don’t think I am capable of going shopping. Not right away.” Auri sniffled.

“That’s okay. Can I stay? I don’t want to leave you right now.” 

“Please stay.” 

The two moved to the sofa and Auri curled up, her head resting on Tom’s lap.

“You’re like a cat.” 

Auri sniffled again.

“Is it the birthday blues hitting you hard, tesoro?”

“I think so. I talked in therapy about it and my therapist gave me useful advice but I am still overwhelmed. I mean, we are what - eight to ten people, just the closest circle? I am terrified.” 

“You know that nothing bad will happen.” 

“I know but the anxiety is making me spiral. It’s making me freeze and I need to start planning this so it doesn’t turn into a last minute shitshow.”

“Can I take something off your plate? Or just keep you company?”

Auri lifted her head and looked at her best friend.

“Will you?” Tears started coming back.

“Of course.” 

“But I already refused earlier… I told Ethan that I want to plan it.”

“He will understand. As long as you’re okay, I am sure he will understand. Plus, he is really excited about celebrating you.”

“He is?” 

“Yes. But I am not telling you more.”

Auri smiled a little.

“I am not going to push you but I think some shopping might cheer you up and we can go by the bookstore later.” Tom offered.

Auri looked at him.

“And get gelato?”

“And get gelato.” 

She sat up slowly and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Of course, kid.”

Her phone buzzed with an incoming call when she was getting up.

“Hi sunshine.” She smiled, picking up Ethan’s call.

“Hi tesoro. How is the day going?” 

“Mostly okay, I am about to go get ready to do some shopping with Tommy. How are rehearsals?”

“That’s why I am calling, rehearsals are going to be running late because some people overslept and we had a long lunch in the break.”

“Oh. Hopefully they won’t run too late.”

“I hope so too, but I am calling so you don’t worry.”

“Thank you, amo. Text me if anything changes, okay?” 

“I will. Have the best time with Tommy and I’ll see you soon.” 

“Good, have good rehearsals!” 

She hung up and looked at Tom, not saying a word, just smiling.

“What?”

“I am falling more and more each day.”

“I know.” 

Tom knocked on the bedroom door some minutes later, and saw Aurora sitting on the floor doing her makeup, already dressed.

“Just checking on you.”

“I am okay. Will you grab dinner with me?” 

“It will be my pleasure. Eli and Angie are busy at the office, so it’s just you and me.”

“They can come next time.” Auri added the finishing touch of her makeup.

“You look beautiful.” Tom complimented. Auri was wearing a black dress with a small bag, her hair pinned out of her face and her makeup was simple but the red lipstick tied it all together.

“Thank you.” She smiled. 

“Ready to go?”

“Yes, but let’s take a picture first.”

The two posed in front of the mirror in the corridor, Tom towering over Auri and looking very similar to her with his black pants and black bedazzled shirt, his black and blue hair slicked as well. The bedazzling of his shirt and gold elements and he wore his favourite green and gold bracelet.

“You look like Loki.” Auri giggled.

“I will take that as a compliment.”

“It is one.” She took a few pictures before sending one to Ethan and one to Eli and putting the phone away in her purse.

“I’m really glad we get to do this.” Tom took her hand as they walked outside.

“I’m really glad too. It finally feels like I can breathe, you know?”

Her words hurt his heart and he pulled her in for a hug in the middle of the sidewalk. 

“Nothing bad will ever happen to you again.” He promised quietly, still holding her.

“We don’t know that.” Auri argued, swallowing away the tears that were threatening to ruin her makeup.

“Even if shit hits the fan, we’ll take care of you.”

“I know. I will take care of you too.” Auri promised in turn.

He kissed her forehead again before letting go. 

**

“I know that three of you Kens are all lovey-dovey and honeymooning and everything but I really want you to get yourselves together so we can finish rehearsing and go home at a decent hour.” Vic insisted after Damiano fucked up the lyrics of one of their songs and stopped the whole song from frustration.

“Okay, Barbie.” Thomas chuckled.

“No cigarette breaks until we get at least three songs perfect.” Vic insisted.

“Now, that’s rude and uncalled for.” Thomas frowned.

“And no phones until the next cigarette break, Ethan.” Vic added, seeing that Ethan had already picked up his phone.

“Just one second!” He put his drumstick down and typed quickly “you look exquisite” before sending it and locking his phone again. 

“We need to get our shit together.” Damiano also put his phone away.

“Yes, we do, otherwise we’ll end up sleeping here and you three will probably pine the night away.” 

“Okay, then. Less talking, more playing.” Thomas clapped his hands.

“Watch him not make any mistakes now.” Damiano grinned as music started filling the room again.

It was almost midnight when they finished rehearsals. His hands were sore from playing and he was sweaty and tired. 

“You look like you could use some sleep.” Damiano told his friend.

“I just want to figure out which house I am going to.”

“You’ll be so glad when you stop playing the game of going back and forth between the apartments.” Damiano patted Ethan’s shoulder.

“I know but it has to be the right time.” 

“True.” Damiano lit a cigarette. 

“I got you dinner and I can meet you at your apartment in a bit if you’d prefer to go home today.” Auri typed in the chat. 

“Thank you, tesoro. I will meet you at my apartment, I’m leaving the studio now.” He typed back before looking at Damiano. 

“Don’t you always go on about how home is where the heart is?” He teased his friend, lighting a cigarette of his own.

“I don’t always go on about it, but you know it’s right or you’ll figure it out soon enough.” Damiano winked.

“I think I am starting to see the meaning behind your words.” Ethan admitted, inhaling deeply.

“I can only be happy for you.” Damiano smiled.

“Thank you.”

Ethan got out of Damiano’s car not that long after, and sure enough, Auri was waiting outside. 

“Did you wait long?” He kissed her very gently.

“No, Tom just dropped me off.” She smiled and hugged him with one arm, the other holding the bag with the food. 

“Did you two have a nice day together?” He started unlocking the doors to his apartment.

“Yes, we did some shopping and had dinner and gelato, and then I realised that you’ll probably be hungry by the time rehearsals are over so we went to get a snack and get you some dinner, as well as dinner for Thomas and then you texted and Tommy drove me here before going to see his boyfriend.” Auri followed Ethan inside.

“You are saving me right now.” He kissed her again once they got into the apartment.

“I wouldn’t want you to starve.” She smiled and kissed him again and again.

“I missed you today and Vic bullied us because we were all distracted.”

“I missed you too. But I am glad we are together now.” Auri said as Ethan reached to get the bag of food and winced as his hand cramped. Auri noticed it immediately.

“Go and wash up, I’ll set the table and then I’ll take care of you.” She stole another kiss before going to the kitchen, and for a second he was stunned by her words, something warming in his chest before he did as they’d said.

Auri got the pasta she’d ordered for him plated and got two glasses with ice tea on the table for the two of them. 

“Are you in a lot of pain?” She asked as soon as he got to the kitchen.

“No, it’s just a bit annoying. I’ll put on cream later and it should pass by the morning, don’t worry.”

She gave him a look that he knew meant of course, i’ll worry and smiled before sitting down. 

“Thank you again for taking care of me.” 

“It’s my pleasure.” Auri lit a cigarette. 

“How did shopping go?” He asked between bites.

“We got some stuff, Tom wanted to get my birthday gifts even though I assured him twenty times that he didn’t need to get anything. So we bought clothes and books and it ended up being nice.”

“I am glad to hear it was nice.” He smiled and wiped his mouth on a napkin.

“Where is this cream you use?” Auri asked as he started cleaning up after himself. 

“In my room, on the nightstand.”

“I’ll get it.” 

“I need to shower first. Today was sweaty.” 

“That’s hot.” Auri grinned.

“Want to join me? We could save on some water?”

“That sounds ideal actually.” She agreed. 

**

Ethan could hear the noise out on the street, even though it wasn’t too loud. He knew that dawn neared with every passing minute and he didn’t regret staying up, despite the exhaustion, just to spend some time with Auri. 

She had taken care of his hands and the rest of his upper body and he’d held her as she whispered about the ideas that were running through her head about stories that she needed to tell.

He carefully turned on his side and put his hand on her waist, gently enough not to wake her. “You're a dream I didn't know I had and a dream I hope I can keep around forever.” He said quietly before kissing her bare shoulder and slowly drifting off to sleep as well. He held her the entire night.

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Crawling Back to You - A Vic De Angelis Story

Pairings: Vic De Angelis x Reader

Mostly Fluff

Description: Vic once again finds her way back to you.

Words: ~600

A/N: Hope you enjoy this one <3 Part 3 of the AM Do I Wanna Know? mini series, hihi.

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There was something about you that always brought her down on her knees.

There was something that she could never deny you, despite her ego, despite her desires, despite common sense.

It was her love for you.

Even when the two of you were apart, even when you’d go for periods without talking to each other. Even when life spun you in its funny ways, you always went back to each other.

And life did it again - it tore you apart.

Victoria was busy with her career, you were busy with yours and despite the love that you held for each other, there was rarely more time for more than a few messages a day, sometimes a week.

“You should invite Y/N over.” Thomas suggested to Vic once they’d landed in Rome. They were due to stay home for a bit over a week before taking off again, yet the last time Vic had heard from you was a little more than a week ago. 

“I have no clue where Y/N is,” Vic countered. “Or if she’d want to come over.” 

“The only way to know is if you reach out, Vic.”  Thomas smiled at his best friend.

Vic took the phone out of her bag and stared at it, as if willing a text from it.

“Let me text her.” Thomas suggested and reached for Vic’s phone only to be smacked across the hand.

“I got it.” 

You were sitting at the kitchen table, listening to soft jazz music while drinking a cup of tea and reading a book that you had recently picked up when the notifications started coming in. 

One of the few people that you allowed to disrupt your blissful moments was Victoria and it made you smile when you saw that it was her texting you.

“When can I see you?” She had written. It was your first day off in a while and you longed to see her but to your knowledge there was time before she’d be home.

“When you come home.” You responded quickly.

The doorbell rang and you put the phone down on the table and looked through the peephole in the door …only to find Victoria there, a bouquet of flowers in hand.

“What are you doing here?” You opened the door quickly and she ran into your open arms.

“Crawling back to you, as I always do.” 

The reference to the song made you smile as it was one of your favourites too. You held Vic close for a moment before letting her in.

“I missed you.” You told her and put the flowers in some water.

“I missed you too, more than I’d like to admit even to myself.” 

Her words caught you off guard. 

“Why?” 

“Why what?” 

“Why won’t you admit it to yourself?”

“Because then I’d have to face the music and be brave about my feelings and all of it might cost me you in the end.” 

“If you haven’t figured it out yet, I am not going anywhere. Life has tried to pull us apart many times but we’ve always managed to find our ways back to each other and that won’t change, not on my part anyway.”

Vic moved closer to you, almost hesitant before you embraced her again. 

“I don’t know what we are, I don’t know where we’ll end up but I don’t want to picture a life where we are not there for each other.” You told her earnestly.

“I don’t want a life without you either, Y/N.” 

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Home is Where the Heart is - A Damiano David Story || Chapter Twenty Nine

Pairings: Damiano David x OC

Description: Learning how to love again, how to heal and that it’s okay to move on and rebuild yourself after dealing with so much pain.

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: a blast from the past?

A/N: 👀

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“You look tenser than usual. Tenser than you have been lately.” Vic told Dami as she kept him company while he was having his coffee.

“I am not exactly excited to go back to Paris given everything that’s happened.” 

“You weren’t alone the first time, you are not alone now.” Vic tried to be reassuring.

“I know that, Vic but that doesn’t mean I particularly look forward to re-visiting Paris.” 

“Leo said that he tried to avoid it but we couldn't.”

“Which is why I’ve braced myself to the best of my ability.” 

“Listen, if we see her, I won’t be held responsible for my fist meeting her face.”

Dami smiled at Vic’s threat. He really hoped there wouldn’t be any surprise encounters.

**

Eli tried to focus to the best of their abilities on the job that they were doing. External factors like Dami and Dante travelling, Tom shutting them out and Auri’s living situation were stressors that they didn’t enjoy at all but there was only so much that they could control.

“I think you should go home early today.” Angie suggested, as Eli checked their phone for the millionth time. Damiano, Dante and the others were going to land any minute in Paris and Eli was waiting to hear from Dami and to know that everything went smoothly.

“Why?” Eli locked the phone and looked at Angie.

“Because your mind is elsewhere and we already went through the more important things, I can handle the rest.” 

“Angie, I don’t have much else to do.”

“You can take some time to decompress so you’d be back on track on Monday.”

“Are you sure?” 

“Never been surer. I will call you if something happens.” Angie reassured them.

Eli reluctantly packed their things and headed home, still waiting for the text from Damiano. There were a few unopened texts from Auri that they intended to get to as soon as they were home so they could focus on that response.

What Eli didn’t expect, was to find Tom home asleep on the sofa.

Their little brother looked peaceful and even though his rejection hurt, Eli still wanted the best for him while “they were minding their own business.”

They headed towards the bedroom and changed quickly into comfier clothes, putting on one of the hoodies they’d stolen from Dami just to feel a bit closer to him.

They checked the phone again, texting Dami now that they’d seen that the plane had landed to see if everything was alright. They hated Paris just as much as he did and the fact that they couldn’t support him and be there for him made their anxiety that much worse.

“You came home early.” Tom said, opening the door to the bedroom. 

“I’m minding my own business, as you requested.” Eli managed to say, making Tom flinch.

“Eli…”

“I did as you wanted, what do you want now, little brother?”

“I don’t want this to ruin our relationship.”

“Being rejected by you hurts like hell.” 

“Eli, I just need space to sort myself out.”

“I’ve given you everything you wanted, Tom. You can’t complain about that.”

“Eli, please. I just need to organise my life.”

“How am I in your way, Tom?”

“You are not, I just… I’m sorry for this mess.”

“Do you think one sorry will cover it?”

“No.”

“I’ve seen more of you when you were living in another country, Tom. I simply wanted to know what’s going on. You are acting like you did years ago and I’m worried for your well-being. I want my little brother to be okay because I love you and I care. If I didn’t, you wouldn’t be living under my roof.”

“Do you want me to go?”

“No, jackass. I want to help you but you clearly don’t want my help.”

Tom was quiet for a moment before stepping into the bedroom and taking a seat next to Eli.

“It’s about Thomas.” Tom confessed.

“I figured.”

“I’m scared.” 

“I know.” Eli took their brother’s hand.

He rested his head on their shoulder.

“I love him.” 

“I know.” 

“I don’t know about his feelings.” 

“You can’t know unless you talk to him.”

“I’m scared.” 

“It will be okay.” 

**

The travel time to Paris from London felt longer than it should have. Even with everything going smoothly, Damiano was getting tenser by the minute and he really did not want to deal with anyone there.

When they got to the hotel, he changed Dante into comfier clothes and gave him toys to keep him entertained as he headed towards the window for a smoke.

So much had changed since the last time he’d been in a hotel with Dante in Paris. There was so much to be grateful for but still, the flashbacks were pressing on him, making it more difficult to breathe.

He unlocked his phone and smiled at the picture of Eli and Dante gracing his screen.

“We made it to the hotel.” He texted Eli.

“Are you okay?” The response was almost instant.

“As okay as I can be. I feel a bit anxious but I can’t do anything about it. I just hate Paris.”

“I hate it too.” 

“Are you okay?” 

“I had a heart-to-heart with Tom.”

“How did it go?” 

“Angie sent me home early so he was asleep when I came home. We spoke a little bit.” 

“And?”

“I can’t tell you much because Tom wants to keep it private but I think it will all eventually be sorted.”

“Good.”

“Are you okay?” Eli couldn’t not ask.

“A bit triggered but I am trying to keep it together.”

“Good, I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

“And I’m one call away.” 

“I know, my love.”

The pair texted for a little while longer before it was time for Damiano and the others to start getting ready for a soundcheck and a performance. 

“You won’t let him out of your sight, yes?” Damiano asked his mother for the millionth time. Dante was peacefully sleeping in his mobile crib, unbothered by his father’s anxiety.

“Yes, bambino. I will be with him, don’t worry.” 

“And if you go out, you’ll call?”

“Yes, and we will have security with us if we go out.”

“Good.”

“I love you, have a good day.” She kissed his cheek and then Dami kissed hers before leaning over the crib and kissing Dante’s forehead and whispering to him how loved he is.

**

He did his best to not show his anxiety or tension, or let it get in the way of his job. Still, he felt quite uneasy to be in Paris after everything.

“Do you want to go clubbing with us?” Vic asked Dami as they were leaving their performance.

“No, I want to go home to Dante. I’ll pick up dinner and just head back to the hotel.” 

“Do you want company?” Ethan offered. 

“Yes.” Damiano felt relieved at the offer. 

“I thought you were coming with us.” Thomas looked at Ethan.

“Not in the mood to party.” Ethan shrugged. 

“But in a reading mood.” Vic teased. “Did your author post again?”

“No, they haven’t and anyway, I still prefer a quiet evening.” 

“Well, I’ll accompany Vic and Thomas out, you two do your thing.” Leo finally added.

“And we’ll see each other in the morning.” Dami nodded and got in the first car with Ethan.

“Text us if you need anything.” Leo told him before closing the door after Ethan also got in the car.

The silence between the two friends was always comfortable. Damiano scrolled on his phone as Ethan drummed on the side of the door. When he’d gone through all his notifications, Dami locked the phone and looked at his friend.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“About what?”

“Your author?” Dami offered. To his surprise, there was a faint blush on Ethan’s face.

“Not right now, but thank you.” 

“Of course, buddy. I know I’ve been all wrapped up in my own world but I care about you and what’s going on.” 

“I know you do. It’s just… nothing big has happened yet, but I feel that eventually it will.”

Damiano was confused.

“I hope that whatever that big thing is, it works out for you.”

“I hope so too.”

The car pulled up in front of a restaurant that the band had gone to every time they’d visited Paris. Since their French sucked, they decided to go in themselves, order and pay, and wait for the food to be prepared. 

Once everything was paid for, Dami and Ethan stood outside the restaurant, next to the car and lit cigarettes.

“Is the author someone we might know?” Dami tried again.

Ethan didn’t have time to reply as a familiar voice got to them. A voice that made Damiano’s stomach sink.

“Ethan? Is that you?” 

“Hello.” Ethan’s voice was more respectful than anything Dami could have managed. Standing in front of them was the person that had given birth to Dante. Someone he’d hoped he’d never have to deal with again.

“Damiano.” She managed finally.

“Y/N.” He got out.

“Where is he?” 

“That’s none of your business.”

She didn’t say anything but looked at Ethan instead, as if the sight of Dami was too much to bear.

“Is Dante okay?” She asked Ethan.

Ethan looked at her.

“You gave up the right to know anything about him, Y/N.” Damiano spoke before Ethan could. 

“I went through a lot.” 

“So did I, but the difference between us is that I never abandoned Dante.”

She flinched as if his words had landed a blow.

“I think it’s best that you go on your way.” Ethan suggested to her.

“Give him my best.” Y/N once again looked at Ethan.

“Your best is given with you being thousands of miles away from him, don’t worry.” Dami spoke to her, his anger bubbling to the surface. 

The two watched as the woman walked away and Damiano sat on the sidewalk. 

“Are you okay?” Ethan asked his friend.

“As okay as I can be. I need to get the fuck away from Paris.” 

“We’ll be out by this time tomorrow.” Ethan reassured him.

“That wouldn’t be soon enough.” 

The food was brought to them and the pair got in the car, Dami resting his forehead against the glass, trying to calm down so he wouldn’t freak anyone out and that he wouldn’t freak out. But she’d been there, asking questions about his son, having the audacity after everything.

“I saw Y/N.” He texted Eli.

“Are you okay?” 

“I am annoyed by her audacity. She asked about Dante.”

**

Eli walked out to the living room where Tom was watching TV.

"Pack a bag." 

"What? Why?"

"We are going to Paris." Eli replied before going back into their room to change and put their things together.

"Do we have tickets?" Tom asked as he scrambled to put his backpack together.

"I just bought us tickets."

"Do they know?"

"Leo knows. He's sending a car to pick us up at the airport, we need to go." Eli urged and closed their bag after throwing in some essentials and their wallet and laptop.

Tom was ready a few minutes after them, wearing a pair of jeans and a hoodie.

"I'm tagging along because of you." 

"If you say so." Eli said, unconvinced.

"Why are we going to Paris? Did something happen?"

"Y/N happened again." Eli locked up the apartment and headed outside.

"Fucking hell."

The twins got in the taxi that Eli had ordered, their bags sitting between them.

“Do you want to tell me more about you and Thom?” Eli tried to get their twin to talk.

Tom considered it for a moment, the pressure and anxiety within him ready to burst.

“I do but there is not much to say except that we talk a lot and I don’t know where that will lead us.”

“I gather you haven’t told him how you feel.”

“Not yet, no. Still considering it.” Tom admitted.

“As a person who stood on the sidelines and watched the love of their life be with other people for over a decade, I’d advise you to not waste time and go for it, as scary as it is. Even if you get rejected, you would have tried and you’d be able to move on.”

“Thank you.” Tom reached to hold Eli’s hand.

**

Dami didn’t hear from Eli for a portion of the later afternoon and early evening. His mind often wandered to them, yet he knew that they would text if anything was up - they needed time to catch up on rest and to talk to Tom, and he wasn’t going to disturb that.

Having said goodnight to his mama and put Dante to sleep, Damiano headed to bed himself, determined to catch up on some rest as well, when his phone vibrated.

“I sent you something, could you please check in front of the door, if they delivered it yet?” Eli had written.

Damiano got out of bed and walked to the door, thinking what it could be that Eli had sent.

Eli stood there, a big smile on their face as Damiano’s surprise and awe greeted them.

He rubbed his eyes, disbelief and excitement flooding him all at the same time before he swept Eli off their feet and started kissing them.

“You’re here.” The man kept repeating, as if a prayer had been answered.

“I’m here.” Eli reassured, kissing him back. 

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One of a Kind - A Victoria De Angelis Blurb

Pairings: Vic De Angelis x YN

Words: 1k

Fluff, mentions of sex

Description: Vic finds out just how rich the feeling of love can be.

A/N: The aftermath of me zoning out while listening to Taylor Swift. I hope you enjoy!

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Victoria felt an incomparable amount of happiness.

Happiness that until now she believed could only be found in fiction.

Happiness that soothed her soul, that made her feel light.

Happiness that reassured her that everything would be alright.

All because of you.

You had come into her life at one of the most stressful times of her life but you never panicked, never faltered.

Before everything else, before becoming her lover, her partner, you had been her friend.

It was almost two years since the two of you had met. Two years full of emotions, turbulence, two years of hardship and companionship, two years of learning just how vast and nuanced the word love was.

Love - feel deep affection for someone.

But the wise ancients had said - there are different types of love, and they had given them names.

Philautia - self-love

Vic knocked on your door, eager to see you, eager to hold you, eager to be within the safe haven you provided. She needed to get away from the noise before it drove her insane. Needed to be close to you.

You were still dressed in your pyjamas holding a cup of tea when you opened the door and saw her standing there. The wild, exhausted look on her face broke your heart. 

You pulled her inside and without exchanging many pleasantries gave her a cup of lavender tea.

"When was the last time you self- cared?"

Victoria didn't respond quickly and that was an answer of its own.

You pulled your chair closer to hers and swept a loose strand of hair away from her face.

"I know that your schedule is insane. I know how you start living and breathing music, but beneath all that, you are still human. You need to take care of that wonderful, kind human so the music could go on. So that you could go on."

Your words always found a way to hit home. To make it into Vic's core. To make her remember to slow down.

"Can I stay here for a bit?" Her voice was a quiet plea. You kissed her cheek and made sure that she remembered how self-love feels. How important loving and taking care of yourself is. Even through the darkness, especially when the effort is too big.

Storge - unconditional, familial love

Victoria considered you as one of her great teachers among all the roles you had in her life. 

Her frequent career-related absences sometimes caused tensions within her familial life, tensions that took a toll on her mental health.

"What does your found family say about this?"

Found family. A term Vic had heard of but never quite grasped.

"Yes, my sweet. Your chosen family. No one is telling you to put aside your blood relatives, but they are not your only family. You get to choose your family."

Philia - friendly love

You and Vic had spoken about the chosen family, you had spoken about love and now rich this feeling was. You had given her books where this trope was explored, and the more she learned about it, the more she appreciated her chosen family. She had picked them unconsciously- lively Thomas (her soul twin), steady Ethan, Damiano the wise (and elderly), and you…her soulmate. You, who always knew what she needed before she realized it.

Ludus - playful, flirtatious love

One day Victoria was reading about the types of love and she smiled widely when she got to the explanation of ludus. It was the memories of your first days together. The shy, awkward glances, the stolen touches, the laughter. It was the mutual fear that the attraction wasn't reciprocated. It was the fear that if you acted upon your feelings it might destroy everything else. It was the longing to make the other person smile, laugh. There was no stopping the desire to see your person smiling.

Victoria remembered how hard you'd laughed at a dad joke she'd made and how addicted she'd become to that sound. 

Eros - romantic love, sexual attraction

The spark in that first shy touch. The kisses that ignited her entire body. The kisses that scourched your soul. The thirst for more. The longing to be in the other's arms.

Victoria started kissing your face the second she woke up. The feeling of waking up with you there, the sheer euphoria of it, she wanted to yell off a rooftop that she was the luckiest woman.

She wanted this, you, for the rest of her life. 

The sex was mindblowingly good, so much so that you two had barely gotten any sleep since that fateful kiss that had started it all.

But it wasn't just the sex. It was the shared touches, the quiet understanding, the companionship.

Pragma - long-lasting love

She knew that you were her person. You had been there through thick and thin. You never faltered. You withstood, you celebrated the highs. You knew her soul like no one else ever would. 

But she also knew you. She knew that you fought until there was nothing left to fight for. She knew that your family was your lifeline. She knew that you would stop at nothing to help those that need it. She knew that deep down you longed for love that would stay at last.

And she was determined to be it. To be that long-lasting love. To be your home as you were hers.

Agape - selfless love

Ah, agape. The selfless love. In Victoria's eyes you were the embodiment of agape. She saw that in the way you treated others, in the compassion and empathy you gave to everyone. In your attempts to try and help even those that didn't want help. In your gentleness. In the kindness of your eyes.

**

"You wear Y/N 's initial around your neck." Ethan pointed out to Vic one day.

"I belong to Y/N." Vic told him simply. "Anyone would be lucky to be loved by such a complex, loving creature as Y/N, yet the Universe smiled upon me." Vic smiled and caressed the simple necklace. "There will never be anyone like Y/N."

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In Need of Some Extra Love || A Damiano David Story

Pairings: Damiano David x GN!Reader

Fluff with a hint of angst

Summary: Damiano's partner is struggling and finds themself in need of some extra love even if they don't admit it.

Words: 1.6k

A/N: May this be a reminder to all of us workaholics, that our value does not come from our productivity.

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Damiano knew that something wasn't right. 

Not that you said anything about it. He came home and life resumed as it usually did when the two of you were home at the same time.

He settled slowly, wordlessly into the routine that you two had whenever there was time off to be had - alone time, outings with the loved ones, home time with your three cats.

"Amore, is everything alright?" He asked one evening after you politely declined an outing with the family in favor of staying home and just enjoying some quiet down time. You weren't usually one to avoid family time but that day, just seemed off…

You didn't reply to him straightaway, not knowing how to avoid his worries. 

"I am fine." You smiled brightly and picked up your latest project. Keeping your hands busy always managed to slow down your racing mind. 

"Okay,if you say so." He chose to try his best to believe you. 

"You can go and meet them if you want to." You loved how close Dami was to your parents. 

"We can do a raincheck." He smiled. "I love your parents but I want to be with you."

You wanted to cry at how gentle and loving he was. And that wasn't something new. No, he had always been like that with you.

"I will make us something delicious for dinner and we can watch something if you want." He offered, the love and affection not leaving his eyes.

"That sounds amazing, thank you."

You felt guilty for feeling like this. Guilty that you couldn't always silence the intrusive thoughts that kept you up at night, nagging and feeding into your insecurities.  

You followed him to the kitchen, craving his company but having no energy to do much more. You brought your project along with you and set it down on your lap, out of the kitten's paws.

Damiano hummed as he worked on the dinner preparations, his mood elevated by the fact that you hadn't rejected him or his company.

"When do you have to go back to work?" You asked, trying to prepare yourself for that difficult moment.

"I'll have to go to rehearsals starting next week but I'll be home in the evenings and in the mornings."

"That's good." 

"What about your work?" He asked politely. He'd always supported and encouraged your creative work and one of the things you loved in your relationship was the understanding that creativity was at your soul's core, as it was in Damiano's and not being creative turned life into a struggle.

"I haven't found anything big yet." You admitted, the insecurity surfacing. There were times like this, when your insecurity tried to get the best of you but whenever you spoke about it, usually Damiano or one of your best friends would be there to lift you off the ground and support you in any way you might need.

"I am sure something fantastic will come along in no time, but meanwhile I get to spoil you to no end." He smiled at you, confidence exuding from his words. You teared up. 

This man is too good to be true. Said the little voice at the back of your mind.

Damiano served both of you dinner less than an hour later, serving a glass of your favorite wine with it, to lighten up the atmosphere.

You did your best to stay focused on him and the amazing food that he'd prepared for you. And for a while this distraction worked. 

You helped Damiano clean up after dinner and the whole time he hummed and occasionally recorded voice notes on his phone to not forget a line or a melody that came to him.

Being like this, with him gave you that spark that you needed so much.

"Want to go for a walk?" He suggested as the two of you headed out to the living room.

"A walk would be really nice, I think."

The sky was clear and you could see the stars here and there because of the light pollution. Damiano held your hand, occasionally rubbing his thumb over your hand, a soothing gesture that you loved.

"How are you feeling, right now?" He broke the silence. 

"Do you want the truth?"

"Of course, I do."

"I am sad that there is currently no project on the horizon for me." You admitted, "I hate stagnation, I hate this feeling."

Damiano turned to look at you.

"I know how frustrating it is. But I also know that you'll come out on the other side." He hated feeling this helpless and felt like what he had just said was something that you heard but not really.

You didn't say anything, everything feeling too heavy again.

"I want to go home, please." You asked Damiano, feeling horrible when his shoulders slumped again.

"Of course."

Damiano made his evening tea, and made a cup for you. He brought both cups to bed before snuggling under the blankets to watch your favorite TV- show.

You absent-mindedly started running your fingers through his hair, loving how slowly it lulled him to sleep.

Before even one episode could finish, Damiano was asleep. You kept caressing his curls and when he turned around to the colder side of the bed, you grabbed the laptop off the nightstand and started browsing for projects and sending applications.

Damiano woke up needing to pee just as the sun was starting to rise. 

He turned around to check on you, only to find you in the exact same position that he’d left you in, but with the laptop on your lap, scrolling away through the internet.

“Amore, is everything alright?” His voice was all raspy and sleepy.

“Yes, go back to sleep.” You kissed his hand. 

He rolled out of bed to go pee, each step of his feeling heavier than the last. 

He had been oblivious, oblivious to the stress that you were experiencing, choosing to believe that you would tell him what was bothering you. 

And you did tell him, and then he screwed up completely. 

You looked up from the laptop when he came back to bed, trying to not feel ashamed that you still hadn’t slept. Usually, Dami slept through the night and you didn’t expect him to wake up so you just kept going and browsing gigs, looking for something to get you excited to work again.

“Can you put away the laptop?” The look in Dami’s eyes made you obey instantly, the sadness there hurting you as well.

You tucked your legs in and he sat in the space where they had just been.

“I am sorry that I screwed up so badly during the walk.” He started and took your hands in his own. “I am sorry that I have been so oblivious to your struggles.”

You didn’t know what to say, none of what was happening was his fault, especially not your brain bullying you.

“Dami..” You started. “You can’t blame yourself for my bullshit.”

“I can blame myself for not being supportive enough of you or taking good enough care of you.” 

“You are taking wonderful care of me.” You objected.

“Such wonderful care that I slept while you were working.”

“It’s good that you were sleeping. You need your rest.” 

“As do you!” Dami got a bit frustrated. “Please, amore. Please, come to sleep with me and in the morning we will figure it out and I will sit with you and we can look at the different projects and I will help you send emails and applications, but sleep first.” 

You couldn’t say no to that tone or that face. He pulled you closer in his arms, and ran his fingers through your hair, humming softly a melody that you recognized as a lullaby. 

Before you knew it, sleep took you.

Damiano watched over you for a while and held you as you fell asleep. 

The two of you awoke only when the sun was high in the sky and your feline children needed love and attention. 

You started the coffee machine while Dami handled the cats and then the two of you went to the porch to breathe in some fresh air.

“How do you feel?” His voice was once again raspy. He took a sip of his coffee before lighting a cigarette and passing it to you.

“Better than yesterday.” You admitted. “I bookmarked some pages that I wanted to read over last night.” You smoked, thoughts slowly starting to run wild again.

“I don’t know the full extent of the situation yet, but let me tell you this.” Damiano got up and moved his chair so he could face you. “You are an amazing, kind, loving, generous human being. A brilliant artist.” He smiled brightly. “I am so fucking proud of you. I love you with my entire heart.”

His words made you tear up. He was always encouraging and supportive of you and hearing you be supportive always moved you to tears. 

“Dami..”

“I am not finished.” He kissed your hand. “Your value does not come from your work. You are not worthless just because you are not currently working on something. Your worth is not dependent on your productivity. You are a fucking phenomenal being and I love you with my entire heart.” He got up and leaned over you to press a kiss on your lips. 

“I love you too, Damiano.” The tears rolled down your face but there was a smile too. 

“And I am always happy to provide all the extra love you may need. Do not ever forget that.” He brushed away the tears before kissing you again.

**

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