#Thomas Raggi fluff

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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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The one with Thomas' fingers

Description | You have a sudden realisation about Thomas... and the way his fingers move.

Content | Smut, fluff

Pairing | fem!Reader x Thomas Raggi

Word count | 4300

***

It hadn't supposed to happen. This… realisation. Not after years and years of being friends, not after years and years of seeing them everyday, then every week, then every month, as they rose to stardom. There was simply no reason for any of this to bubble up below the surface, rise and rise, and breach your line of consciousness now. But it did. It did, as you were sitting in an expensive seat at the arena, eyes transfixed on the screens that showed a detailed close up of Thomas’ fingers as he played his perfect solo.

You had seen it, watched him, hundreds of times before, probably quite literally that often if you added up all shows, impromptu sessions, rehearsals that you'd attended over the course of your friendship. Had gotten countless opportunities to study him, learn him by heart, but somehow, this overwhelmingly important detail had passed you by without notice and all of a sudden, you couldn’t tell how.

If someone were to ask you, afterwards, what song had been playing at the exact moment it all changed in your brain, you would have been at a complete loss. All that seemed to matter was keeping your eyes on the screen, wishing you could be close enough to see it for real, silently lamenting all the chances you’d had without making use of them, as Thomas’ fingers continued moving over and with the strings, and you wondered if you’d ever seen something that beautiful.

Any hope of behaving normally when the show was over went straight out of the window as you made your way backstage, immediately bumping into a sweaty but deliriously happy Thomas, who almost knocked you over in the process, only just managing to hold onto your wrist, his other hand quickly finding the small of your back, pulling you back.

“You okay?” he laughed, easily, carelessly, but your brain was going and going and going and whirling with the sensations of how his fingers wrapped around your wrist so easily, slender and careful and rough at the same time.

His face was too close to you, eyes trailing over yours. You could feel the heat emerging from his body, could smell it on him, the exertion of two hours on stage, his chest bare, acutely aware of how you were pressed against it. Never had you ever wanted Thomas, had never even considered it in earnest, jokes about hooking up with one or the other member of the band flying around easily, but none of it seemed as funny now.

“No,” you sighed back, then immediately realised what you said and how his breath was hitting your skin and untangled yourself from him. “I mean, yes. Of course.”

“Having a normal one, you two?” Damiano asked as he passed by, giving you a much-needed opportunity to remove yourself from the situation and you took it gratefully.

“Oh, always,” you replied, not with a lot of conviction and followed him towards their dressing rooms, hoping for Ethan and Vic to join you sooner or later. Anything that kept you from being alone with Thomas as your heart went on a rollercoaster so fast it almost made you sick.

Your wish wasn’t granted.

As Damiano disappeared into the room, Thomas snuck an arm around your waist, holding you steady and steering you away. You didn’t have it in you to protest or fight it, letting the man lead you into a different room, letting him close the door behind the two of you, letting your breathing even out as much as you could. It didn’t last for long when you turned around and once again caught sight of his bare chest, a singular drop of sweat finding its way along his nipple and towards his soft belly.

“Are you sure nothing happened?” he finally asked, drawing your eyes away from their tantalising view and up towards his face. “Normally you’re as ecstatic as we are when we get off stage but tonight you’re just… quiet.” He mustered your face, as if he could find any clues in it. You could feel a blush threatening to rise. You had never been this awkward in his presence, but now that you were, you couldn’t stop it, no matter how hard you tried. “I’m just worried. If you want to talk, I’m here, or I can get Vic for you or-”

“Everything’s fine,” you interrupted him in what you hoped was a reassuring tone. What would you normally do in this situation? It seemed like your brain wouldn’t provide you with the necessary information. Hug him, you subconscious whispered to you. Touch him the way you would any other day of your life.

But it wasn’t any other day of your life and as much as your fingers itched to reach out to him, a different part of you was screaming at the implications of it all. But his eyes, his eyes, you had never wanted to worry Thomas a day in your life and seeing him now, knowing you were the one to cause these feelings in him, had you fighting against every fibre that convinced you to keep away.

Your hands found his neck, reaching up to softly place them against his skin, thumbs stroking along the rough stubble that was starting to form on his chin again, a familiar move that had never felt stranger before. You wanted to be normal so desperately but all of your moves caused reactions you hadn’t anticipated.

“We’re fine,” you told him, even though he hadn’t explicitly asked. You needed him to know, more than you needed him in that moment. His breath was hitting your face as he leaned in and you fought the part in you that screamed for you to recirpocrate the gesture and the one that wanted to pull away to safe yourself. Instead, you let yourself fall into the moment, just a little bit, let him kiss your temple, let yourself indulge in him with all your senses.

“I don’t think I could handle it if we weren’t,” he whispered in your ear. You couldn’t either, you thought. You really couldn’t.

It’s why you moved away form him, pried your fingers off his face, not letting yourself miss the feeling of his skin under yours, and put on your fakest smile. He didn’t need to know.

***

Two weeks. The band was gone for two weeks, travelling over Europe, doing more shows, promos, no time to come home, and you were left with your thoughts. Well, with your thoughts and too many videos to be found online that had you hyperfocusing on Thomas’ fingers as they played the loveliest of riffs.

You didn’t want to think about the amount of time you spent in your bed, cuddled up underneath blankets, your hands between your legs when you couldn’t take it anymore, time and time again. It was innocent, you told yourself, a simple fantasy, something temporary, you were single and bored, a slight loss of sanity every time you recalled the way Thomas’ fingers curled around your wrist, imagining how it would translate to your neck, your thighs, your breasts. It wouldn’t change anything. Surely.

There were text messages, the odd video call, from all of them. You followed their journey via social media, not quite part of it, but adjacent enough. And you counted the days until they were back, your best friends, the most missed parts of your life when they left, no matter how much you supported and loved them for doing what they were passionate about. Yet you couldn’t help your anticipation growing with every hour until you got to see them again.

***

The party was a mess. You had arrived two - three? - hours ago, falling into the arms of Vic and Damiano immediately, which was followed by chasing down Ethan, who pressed a kiss to your hair and told you he had missed you. Thomas was harder to come by, a quick shout of hello, hi, give me one minute as he was carried away by some of his friends in an apparent effort to get him to do a keg stand (American much?).

Now everyone was drunk or way past it and after dancing to yet another song you didn’t know with Vic, you finally pulled yourself away, accepting the drink that was pushed into your hand on the way, and made your ways outside. The pool in the garden was covered, just in case the cool breeze wasn’t enough to discourage people from jumping in. Your aim, however, was one of the sunchairs at the edge of it. An opportunity to get some air, away from everyone else, and lie down, trying to get the spinning of your head under control.

Sliding down on the lounger a little, you hoped it would hide you from anyone else venturing outside, hide you from the moonlight illuminating you, but it wasn’t to be. You barely had time to move the drink to safety, dripping some of it down your chin and your neck, before a body squeezed onto the space with you, moving you just enough that neither of you would slip off. The armrest was digging into your back, pressed against your spine as you turned to your side to study Thomas.

He was drunk, or on the verge of it, looking back at youwith blurry eyes, strands of his hair falling into his face, he didn’t bother to push them away. He was beautiful like this, wild and carefree and young and a walking, talking temptation. You could feel a drop of alcohol slip from your chin to your chest, having almost forgotten the near disaster with your drink. Thomas’ eyes were trained solely on your skin now.

He discarded his empty beer bottle, the sound almost scaring you as the glass hit the ground, but your focus was set on him, his fingers, the way they were reaching for you now as everything else faded into background noise. The urge to flinch was barely suppresible as his fingertips touched your chin and ran along the length of your neck, delicately tracing the way the alcohol droplets had taken, until they reached the edge of your shirt, stopping just moments before they would hit the fabric. They left a line of goosebumps in their wake as your body was set aflame, your breathing growing heavier.

Quickly, he scooped up some of the liquid that had pooled there, wiping it off with his finger, before bringing it to his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick it away. You hated how audibly you reacted to him, a little whimper, saying so much more than any words ever could. For a moment, you wondered if he was going to put it in his mouth, give you even more of a visual than you were already getting treated to, but then he dipped it into the liquid again and held it out to you.

Your brain wasn’t quite catching up with you, leaving you in a stupor as you stared back and forth between Thomas’ finger, dripping with liquid, and his face, an anticipating look painted all over it, his own mouth slightly open, watching you just as intently. He tapped against your lower lip and as if on command, you opened up for him, letting his finger press down on your tongue, the taste of your drink mingling with his own.

The switch was tangible as you curled your tongue around his finger, closing your lips to swallow more of it into your mouth. If you hadn’t been sure if the attraction was one-sided before, you suddenly had the clearest indicator that it wasn’t. Thomas didn’t attempt to hide his moan. Fueled by a new kind of confidence, you grabbed onto his hand, leading another finger towards you, letting it join the first one. His movements were uncoordinated, restless, his hips rutting against nothing but clear air between you.

Thomas leaned over, his fingers still firmly planted in your mouth as you lost yourself in the taste and the feeling, pressing his lips against your cheek, carefully, then onto your chin with more force, travelling down and down your neck. You arched against him, gasped around his fingers, exposing more of your neck to him as you turned your head, his tongue licking a long stripe against your skin.

You didn’t know what would have happened, out there, squeezed together on the sun lounger, intertwined in ways you had never been before, but whatever you imagined didn’t matter because none of it happened right then and there. With a loud crash, the background noise came back to you twice as loud as it had been before, it tore you apart in shock.

“Where the fuck is Thomas?” a voice called from inside, then the sound of the door to the backyard being opened. Thomas moved away from you in an instant, jumping up from where you were laying. He spared you one more look, somewhere between surprised and disappointed, before running inside.

You stayed right where you were, trying to catch your breath and silently committing the view of the way his trousers had tightened to your mind forever.

***

“Please tell me that Thomas isn’t cooking,” you exclaimed as you stopped in front of his house with Vic. All you knew was that you’d been invited for an evening of food with the boys as she had picked you up at your place and led you through the streets of Rome.

“Oh god, no,” she replied quickly. “Damiano wants to cook, but his kitchen is being remodeled and Thomas’ is as good as new, ‘cause he never uses it.”

“Alright, I’ll close the food delivery app then.”

The chaos was already in full swing by the time you both arrived in his apartment. Damiano was screaming at Thomas to get the hell away from the stuff as the other desperately attempted to sneak a taste, spoon in hand and halfway to the pot of sauce simmering. The splatter of red against the kitchen tiles told you it wasn’t the first time this had happened. Ethan, meanwhile, was speeding around the table in the middle of the room, desperately trying to catch up with Thomas and keep him from causing more havoc.

In an instant, however, Thomas spotted you, almost climbing over a chair that had been pulled back to get to you. Effectively using you as a human shield, he hid behind your back, arm wrapped around your middle to keep you in place as he ducked his head down, trying to make up for the height difference.

“Don’t!” he shouted. “She’s innocent! Don’t let her get caught up in the war!”

“You’re the one who’s putting her in the middle of the battlefield,” Damiano replied dryly.

“Well, love is a battlefield too, isn’t it?” Thomas pulled you back further his other arm reaching around your shoulders now, hand flat against your chest, just underneath your neck. Your skin was tingling at the contact, you found yourself pressing backwards against him against better judgement.

“That makes no sense,” Vic judged, “but you do you, I’ll set the table for whenever you’re done with… that.” She gestured towards the two of you. You almost spoke up, almost tried to explain your way out of it or laugh it up but Thomas simply said “Got it” and walked the two of you backwards until you were out of sight. His hands on you the whole time.

“Hey you,” Thomas whispered in your ear, too close for comfort and not close enough at the same time, pressing a kiss against the side of your face as he held you.

“Hey,” you breathed back, entirely distracted by the way his fingers trailed upwards. “Missed you.”

“Missed you more.”

You gasped, audibly, as they slowly started caressing your neck, softly at first, then moving to wrap around it. Keeping you safe and secure, the only lifeline as you felt yourself falling apart. A little squeeze.

“You love my fingers everywhere, don’t you?”

You didn’t have it in you to disagree. The whimper gave you away as he grasped onto you a little tighter, leaving you breathless in more than one way.

“Maybe we should find out what they feel like in other places, too.”

The arm that was slung around your waist suddenly moved, grazing the fabric of your dress, almost, almost going between your legs, moving over your thigh, and then suddenly, all you felt was a freezing cold in the places he had touched you as he let go completely. He took a step back, but you didn’t manage to turn around, didn’t manage to move, check his face.

Instead, all that left your mouth in the most pathetically broken voice was, “I think dinner’s ready.”

***

The realisation, the lingering thoughts, the pining, the flirting. You didn’t expect the resolution to come in the middle of the night, but it did, in the form of a knock and whisper of It’s me through the door. He looked tired, sleepy even, and you were pretty sure he was wearing pyjama pants. Had he come here straight from home? Had he been in bed already? When he realised that whatever was on his mind was important enough to deal with right there and then?

You let him in without words, unsure of where to go or what to do, both of you left standing in the small hallway, looking at each other in the dark, trying to figure it all out through nothing but the way the other’s eyes glimmered.

“Can I?” Thomas asked. You didn’t know what he meant, didn’t know what he was referring to, what he wanted, but you nodded, always, anything. It didn’t matter. What had started with a friendship and had been interrupted by a sudden urge was evolving into something more, something more tangible, something everlasting with lightning speed. You allowed him to take the reigns.

He pushed you against the wall, gently enough not to hurt you, but his fingers were pressing into your hips in a way that had you feeling it in your bones. You melted under his touch and then, then his lips were on yours, finally, and it was perfect in a way that made you want to cry. You clawed at his back as you pulled him closer. You had been wanting this for so long, possibly so much longer than you had been actively aware of, that this felt like a release.

You couldn’t tell how you made it into the bedroom at all, your thoughts deeply clouded with nothing but Thomas, Thomas, Thomas but then you were on your back, sinking into the mattress, and your top was being pulled off and you couldn’t get your fingers to stop shaking enough to get him out of his own clothes as well. He didn’t seem to mind as he tenderly removed every piece of fabric covering your body, fingers and lips exploring what he exposed.

As he leaned back, throwing his shirt somewhere into the depths of your room, he stopped in his tracks, studying your body, the way your chest heaved with every shaky breath, how your hands were already reaching for him again, craving the closeness. He looked utterly breathtaking, pale, soft skin, every hair on his chest leading you down, down, down, your hands in his hair, nothing but an insatiable need in his eyes.

Carefully, his fingers traced invisible lines on you, your cheek, over your mouth, not allowing you to open up enough to get a taste of him, your chin, your neck, a hint of the grasp he’d had on your earlier, down to your breasts, feather-light touches on your nipples, down your stomach.

“Where do you want them?”

Your eyes darted between his fingers and his face and you knew that he knew. Had figured out your obsession, your constant thoughts, your innate need.

Your reply came in the form of your legs falling further apart, thighs spreading, inviting him between them. Thomas gave you the faintest smirk, already preoccupied with fulfilling your wish as utter concentration filled his face. You weren’t sure if it were down to him being insecure, unsure whether he could satisfy you appropriately - because as soon as he touched you, right there, you were reduced to a moaning mess, unable to keep any noises to yourself, all silent fantasies finally answered as he traced along your wetness and finally, finally pushed a finger into you.

Your hands fell from his body momentarily, letting yourself fall into the sensation that surpassed every single night you’d laid in bed and imagined this very moment, had tried to recreate it with your own fingers, unsuccessfully, as you now found. Nothing could come close to the real thing.

Leaning back down towards you, the angle of his wrist changed ever so slightly, making his finger slide inside of you even more perfectly. You desperately clawed at his back, silently begging for more, only to feel all air leave your lungs as he let another finger join at the same time as he put his lips against your neck. He immediately stilled, seemingly alarmed by your lack of vocalisation, but all you could do was whisper pleas into his ear and pull him back into you.

Your hands wandered lower, clumsily, and distracted with every single one of his movements, until they found his trousers, trying to push them down but failing miserably. Thomas let go of you, carefully pulling his fingers out, leaving you to cry out at the loss, already missing his warmth, the stretch. He made quick work of the rest of his clothes, barely giving you a moment to take in the view, to realise you finally had him all to yourself, naked and perfect, before he was back on the bed with you.

You moved to push him down, reaching for his hard cock, but he pressed you back into the mattress, gentle fingers ready to leave bruises.

“I just want to be in you,” he breathed. All you could do was kiss him, again and again, and tell him to do it. With a quick grab, you managed to get a condom out of the nightstand, handing it to him with shaky hands that had nothing to do with nervousness. He took it from you, letting you watch as he put it on.

Thomas’ whimpers composed symphonies in your ear, his dick gottenyour thighs, his hand holding onto it, pushing inside of you. If his fingers had had you close to seeing heaven, you were sure you were transcending into paradise now. Wrapping your arms and your legs around him, you pulled him closer, closer, almost making it too difficult for him to actually move, but your brain was focused on nothing but Thomas and the way his skin felt against you, the way his breath was hitting the shell of your ear in harsh bursts, the way he felt inside of you.

You were unravelling embarrassingly quickly as he picked up his speed, fucking you fast and hard, but you had no time feeling unconscious about anything, not with Thomas making you feel like this, moaning into your ear, getting closer himself. You just about managed to squeeze a hand between the two of you, touching yourself through the impossibly close contact, and within moments, you were barrelling towards your release.

When you came undone, it was like a flood you hadn’t known to be held back inside of you finally breaking out, the sensation travelling through your body, letting you feel it deep in every single bone of your body from your toes to your skull, vibrating with the intensity of it, unsure where you ended and Thomas began as he, too, came, harshly grabbing onto your flesh.

You felt yourself stuck in a trance, barely registering when Thomas pulled out, laid down next to you on the bed, held you close. Your breathing seemed to take forever to calm down, as did the beating of your heart, but when both finally did and the world shifted into focus again, it seemed clearer and sharper than ever before.

He gently ran his hand down your face and turned it towards himself, you were more than happy to oblige, putting your lips on his. You couldn’t get enough of him. You weren’t sure if you ever would.

“When did you know?” he asked, quietly.

“Know what?”

“That you wanted me back.”

“Wait-” You sat up a little, propping yourself on your elbows to get a better look at him, but he simply pulled you back into him and pressed another kiss to your mouth. “Wait, want you back?” You studied his face but you found no lie in it. “I had no idea you liked me.”

“I’m in love with you,” he smiled

You couldn’t quite say it back, not yet. As intense and deep as your feelings ran, for you, this was new and delicate and on the edge of scary. He didn’t seem to mind.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to catch on.” His lips so soft against yours. You suddenly couldn’t recall how you had ever not been falling in love with him, had ever thought anyone else could have been that one person for him but you. Now you couldn’t ever imagine not knowing. “I’ll make up for it, forever, if you let me.”

His hand on the back of your head was holding onto you securely and where the sensation of his fingers had only brought lust and need before you could now feel it intertwine itself with something that was so much more.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

***

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Can you write an angsty fic with Thomas Raggi? Like him and the reader are together and fighting about something like Thomas is jealous, or he did something bad (but not cheating something that's lighter) and maybe they don't speak for days and the maneskin members are talking with them separately and they tell that both of them are not doing well and the and is all fluff!!! Thank you so much xx

I'm so sorry it's taken so long!! I've been going through some stuff recently so my writing is even less regular than normal lol. Anyway, thank you for the ask, i hope you like it! :)

Mistakes and Misunderstandings

Thomas Raggi x Reader

Warnings: none.

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: I'm sorry if it's kinda crappy, I haven't really edited as I'm so tired :)

“She was flirting with you!” You cried, watching your boyfriend's exasperation grow with the fight you were currently having.

“That's not my fault!” Thomas screamed back as you stalked out of the kitchen to the living room, hair flying behind you in a wild rage.

It had been a long, tough night, but the kicker was the sight in front of you when you were early to meet your boyfriend after an interview; Thomas, leaning in, laughing, hand on this girl's shoulder, with the interviewer's hand on his thigh. Thomas said something you didn't hear, still smiling, and rubbed then tapped the hand the interviewer had on him, in an attempt to get her hand off without seeming rude.

“No, no you were flirting back,” you replied accusingly, full of venom.

“I can't deal with your jealous bullshit right now,” Thomas said, bringing his hands down from his head fast, putting as much meaning into the gesture as the words.

“Or is it just that you can't deal with me?” you whirled around to face him, voice icy and lowered. “Because you're not denying flirting with her.”

“You know that's not what I'm saying.” Thomas replied, equally icy in tone.

“Then what are you saying?”

“Don't do this.” Thomas said softly.

“Right. 'Course. You know, I've had enough,” You said, grabbing your handbag. “Come find me when you know what you wanna say.”

The door was slammed shut.

It had been a few days since you and the guitarist had spoken to each other, too caught up in your own feelings to stop and consider the truth: that you were just scared to lose each other.

You sighed once more, swirling the spoon in your steaming mocha.

Vic groaned.

“Ugh, come on!” Vic groaned, dramatically rolling her eyes at you. “It has been days since you spoke to him! Why can't you just say, 'hey, I still love you, asshole' and break the ice already?”

“Because he needs to apologise first! He was basically cheating on me, Vic!”

“Honey, don't you think you're being just a little bit jealous?” Vic asked, one eyebrow raised.

Your face flushed as you turned away from your best friend. “No.” You grumbled into your shoulder.

“I'm sorry, what was that?” She leaned closer.

“OK, OK, fine! So maybe I got jealous. Maybe I got worried because some sexy interviewer had her hand on my boyfriend's thigh. Maybe I get worried that I'm not exciting enough and he'll get bored of me. Maybe I get worried that he'll rock and roll himself away from me.”

Vic snorted at your only semi-intentional pun.

“I'm serious!” you said, though giggled a little too. “He could have anyone, they just throw themselves at him. And he wasn't stopping her.”

“How do you know know that.” Vic asked gently.

“He put his hand on hers.”

“And then?”

You opened and closed your mouth multiple times, a fish out of water.

“And then I walked away! He rubbed her hand and patted it and I couldn't bare it anymore! I- I couldn't stand the thought of seeing if he kissed her.”

“You know he would never do that.” Vic shook her head.

“Then why didn't he say so?” You looked up at her with pleading eyes.

“Because maybe he was scared you wouldn't believe him, and he doesn't want to lose you either.”

You didn't know it, but half an hour away Thomas and Damiano were having a very similar conversation.

“What if it's all too much for her? I can't control other people's actions, but I don't want to get mad at interviewers and damage our band.”

“Thomas. Amore mio,” Damiano wiggled his eyebrows, earning him a small chuckle, “If somebody is doing something inappropriate and you are uncomfortable, you can tell them to fuck off. Go to hell. Whatever you want. The fans aren't going to leave because you stood up for yourself.”

“What about Y/N? How do I know she'll believe me?”

“Trust,” Damiano emphasised the word with a jut of his chin, then held Thomas' head in both hands and looked him deep in the eyes. “You love her, yes?”

Thomas nodded.

“And she loves you, no?”

Another nod.

“Then you have to trust that she'll believe you. She's probably just scared of losing you.”

“What if I'm the one that's scared of losing her? Being too much? I know she gets jealous, she's been hurt before.” Thomas looked away from Damiano.

“If it's love, you'll never be too much. And she'll never be too little. Now,” Damiano gave a gentle slap to Thomas' shoulder, “grow some balls and talk to her! This silence is silly.”

“You're right. Even if I stay mad, I shouldn't stay silent.” You told Vic, pulling out your phone. Just as you did, it buzzed.

Thomas.

Speak of the devil! Your face lit up.

“Oh that was so Thomas, huh?” Vic questioned. You didn't respond, reading the text too fast.

I'm sorry I hurt you, Y/N. Will you see me and let me explain? Xx

Of course, you write back.

The next day, Thomas was at your house, with your favourite chocolate and flowers.

“Thomas!” You gasped, seeing the arrangement. “Thank you,” you said, hugging him with such force he jolted.

“It's just some flowers and chocolate, Y/N/N.” Thomas said with a small laugh.

“Yeah, but also thank you for texting first. Sorry, I shouldn't have given you the silent treatment, it was childish.” You said, guilty face and red cheeks.

“Takes two, my love. I'm sorry too.” Thomas walked inside, and turned around. “There's something I want to tell you.” He had your full attention.

“Yes?” You replied too fast, full of hope.

“I love you. You know that. And I will never tire of you. I will never replace you, nor could I even think of it. Just thinking about your smile makes me smile! I swear, you'll never lose me.... That is, if you'll still have me?” You opened your mouth to talk but he kept on rambling. “And nothing happened, with me and... the reporter,” Thomas said, forgetting her name. “Frankly, I was getting uncomfortable, and ended up faking another appointment to get away from her.”

“Oh honey, why didn't you tell me?” you asked, with a surprised laugh.

“Because I was scared you wouldn't believe me.”

“I'm so sorry, I never meant for you to feel like that. I will always believe you. I trust you with my whole heart. I love you. And you won't get rid of me so easily,” you pulled a face, “even if I get a bit pissy.”

With a small laugh, Thomas draw you in by the waist, and looked at you lovingly before brushing a small lock of hair from behind your face.

“There you are, my light.” And with that his lips met yours, and all was as it should be.

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wish I could have stayed (5517 words) by spitefulangel Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Måneskin (Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Damiano David/Ethan Torchio, Damiano David & Victoria De Angelis & Thomas Raggi & Ethan Torchio Characters: Victoria De Angelis, Damiano David, Ethan Torchio, Thomas Raggi Additional Tags: Fluff, Poly Undertones, Separations, Dom/sub Undertones, Aroace Character, Asexual Character, Aromantic Character Series: Part 10 of meet me there where it's never hopeless Summary: One last day all together, before Damiano has to go back to LA.

This series has got thoroughly out of hand and gone in a very self-indulgent direction, but it's making me happy and keeping me going in the midst of a very grey winter, so. *shrugs* :D I have a few more bits to post (a couple of flashbacks, Damiano enlisting his poor overworked assistant as partner-in-chaos back in LA, and three chapters of the assistant's POV of the chaos, none of which will probably appeal to anyone other than me XDDD ) but this is probably where the series proper finishes. Thank you to those of you who've read, kudos'd and especially commented! <333333333

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Blue Valentine — Thomas Raggi

—note: it’s been so since i wrote something for måneskin…please please request something because i wanna write for them but have no ideas

—TW: stealing hehe, fluff | thomas raggi x fem!reader

—summary: After a party the reader meets a boy with a motorcycle

—words: 1.3k

THE WORDS IN ITALICS ARE LYRICS OF THE SONG ‘BETWEEN THE BARS’ BY ELLIOTT SMITH

You end up leaving with regret. You don't want to go back to the party. In addition, the effects of alcohol are beginning to dissipate: You tremble with cold and your head throws you atrociously. Arms crossed in a vain attempt to comfort and venture randomly into the street. There are not even cats, it seems that you are alone. Footsteps resonate in silence.

“Drink up baby,

stay up all night with the things you could do,

you won't but you might…”

You take the opportunity to sing, just to warm up.

“The potential you be that you never see,

the promises you'll only make. Drink up one more time,

and forget all about the pressure of days.

Do what I say and I'll make you okay,

I'll drive away the images stuck in your head…”

The coolness of the street and the dull noise of cars in the distance take a weight off your shoulders. You feel strangely lighter. Maybe because you are far away from the party, or perhaps because you're disappointed.

“People you've been before that you don't want around anymore…” A second voice is added to yours. “They push each other and won't bend to your will, I'll keep them still.”

The voice is clear and suave. You immediately turn around to see a slender silhouette wedged against a black motorcycle a few metres away. Same black shirt that reads joy division same face. He's the boy with the red chipped guitar

“You have a pretty voice” he compliments. “Why didn't you go on stage earlier?”

“I don't sing in public.” You bite your lower lip, unsure of his intentions. After all, you don't know him.

“It's a shame.” He detaches himself from the machine and advances nonchalantly a few steps, hands in his pockets.

“I didn't hear you with the noise there was,” you said.

“I know, it was hell, we couldn't play.” You remembered how his bandmates were angry at everyone, voices louder than the strings of the guitar, the bass.

“Are there many of you?” You say, trying to convince him that you didn't really pay attention to the small improvised stage, but you remembered every face that was up there with him.

“Yeah, I have bandmates”

“Oh, so you're a real artist?” He smiles and seems to understand a joke that escapes.

“Not you?” It's your turn to smile.

“ It´s not my field.”

“I would say that…” He tilts his head and pretends to think. “Are you writing?”

You nod your head and then sniff. The freshness is starting to feel serious, if you don't go home soon, you'll get cold. “What betrayed me?”

“I don't know, I guessed it as soon as I saw you.” He says and glances back at his motorcycle. “How do you get home?” He asks without giving up his half-smile, a child's smile.

A sigh leaves your lips. “I'm supposed to spend the night with a friend, my father is coming to pick me up in the morning” a tone so bleak that he raises his eyebrows.

“Did you leave the party early?”

“I was fed up.” You rub the floor with the tip of your boot. “It's only one o'clock in the morning.”

Your gazes meet, and you can already tell the next question he's about to ask, and you already know the answer you would give him.

“Do you want to go for a ride?

[...]

The wind caressed your cheek and dragged the scent of his jacket. A fragrance, both intriguing and luxurious, you could recognize the notes of wood.

As you held him by the waist, the engine roared to life, and the motorcycle surged forward , carrying you both into the night. The cool breeze whipped against your face, ruffling your hair and awakening your senses. The city lights straked past, creating a blur of colors.

On his back you could feel the vibrations of the mototcycle beneath you, the ehythmic rumble resonating through your body. It was a thrilling sensation. Yet, being with him, it felt oddly liberating.

Your breath feels upside down, it makes you forget that you have no idea where he is taking you, forget that you don't know the time he will bring you back. Everything is fine, for the moment. You want to laugh, dance and sing. The feeling of speed reminds you of cycling without hands when you were younger.

When we descend, the stars are reflected on the river that runs along Verona. Thomas - that's his name - takes a bottle of white wine out of the trunk of his motorcycle. So you walk in the cool night, bottle in hand. He doesn't think about the small size for a wine or the fact that you don't drink. He doesn't tease you, he's not heavy like all the others are. He drinks quietly, from time to time, observes and listens and you imitate him.

Most of the noise comes from the nearby cafes and bars.

He proposes that we rent a boat to cross the river. I accept but warn him that you don't know how to swim. He makes no remarks, he is not surprised. And even if you knew how to, you doubt that there will be people renting at this hour.

“I will save you if you fall, " he just answers by catching the oars on each side of the gondola. There’s no one there. You can’t help the feeling of stealing.

So you sail on the shore. The noise of the city fades and the crickets are singing. Fireflies appear. They form dozens of small lights that are all reflected in Thomas' eyes. His eyes whose intensity is close to the abyss. You don't see the end. It's beautiful, it's undeniable.

He is calm too, and his half smile is similar to that of a child. You have never seen anyone like this boy before. His smell embalmed the air again and you want to fill your lungs with it. He is still stoned, which dilates his pupils in an exaggerated way. He begins to hum a melody and the sound of his voice transports you elsewhere.

“Are you writing song right now?” He asks suddenly.

“It happens sometimes” You said, keeping your eyes closed.

“Give me a title you wrote.” His voice is getting closer.

“Blue Valentine.”

“I love it” His breath is mentholated and your eyelids remain closed. “What is it about?”

Now you feel him distinctly, his smell. It surrounds you like a halo, you bathe right in it: you are in Paradise. And the sound of his voice, it is almost made up of material, you can almost feel it.

“From a slightly chaotic girl. Of a love that is not enough.” You refuse to open your eyes, you don't know why, you have the impression that they are welded. His face on yours. A warm breath hugs your cheeks. You feel it very close, very close.

“And what is the last verse?” He moves his lips while talking, and touches yours.

“The bread will be my redemption.” His lips gently and voluptuously crush on yours. You can feel a smile and wonder if it's about the kiss or if he's making fun of the last verse.

An electric current runs through and gently ignites. His lips are delicately sweet. The contact does not last more than a second but it is enough to turn your head. Colors dance under your eyelids, his mouth is like two petals. He marries mine perfectly. So perfect that it's almost unreal.

Your eyes are open: he is only a few centimeters from you and his look is so intense that you feel something melting. His face is too perfect, he's too close, you are going to erupt. His blonde locks, his smell is too stunning, even his Adam's apple seems to make you look.

Without a word, Thomas leans in once again, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. The world around you fades away as you lose yourself in the electric embrace. It feels like a spark igniting a fire within you, a rush of emotions surging through your veins.

As the kiss lingers, you feel a warmth spreading throughout your body. It's not just the physical contact but also the emotional connection that seems to be growing stronger with each passing second. In this moment, you forget about the regrets and disappointments of the party.

When you finally break apart, a sense of exhilaration and wonder lingers in the air. You both catch your breath, your eyes locked in a gaze that speaks volumes. The electric energy continues to crackle between you, fueling an unspoken desire for more.

Who is this boy and what is he doing? You look at each other like this for several seconds that seem endless. And finally you put a word about the sensation that passes through you: electric.

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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!

[filthforfriends]

hc: fluffy boyfriend!Thomas  

Imagine watching a movie together in the fall when the weather has started to turn and he's in a giant soft sweater. You’re laying on his chest and he’s easily entertained which is something you love about him. That also means that he’s engrossed in the film and hasn't given you attention in at least 20 minutes. One arm is behind his head and the other is hanging off the sofa. His profile is both delicate and dramatic, like an elven prince. You decide to make yourself a nuisance, and duck under his sweater.

“What the – what the fuck are you doing?” he laughs, taken off guard as you inserted yourself into his oversized top. The neck is so wide that Thomas’ shoulder is revealed when he sits upright, so there's room to poke your head through now that he’s horizontal. Unfortunately, your hair covers your face and your arms are indisposed.

“I really didn’t think this through.” You try to blow some of the hair out of your face which is ineffective. Thomas uses both hands to tame your mane, letting out squeaky laughs. You can feel his torso shudder under you, only a thin t-shirt separating your skin. He’s giggling so hard that it's jostling you around and instead of fighting it you decide to match his energy, wiggling about as he clears the hair from your face.

“What? Why are you – okay, stop moving!” You’d gladly make an idiot of yourself to hear Thomas laugh. It wasn’t some perfectly rehearsed chuckle, the sound was dorky and uninhibited. You always tried to keep him going, because Thomas would get overcome with fits of giggles. His eyes squeeze closed and his nose scrunches. He’d sort of hug himself, like he was trying to physically hold it together. This time you were in the way of that gesture so Tom ended up holding you against him, affectionately. 

“You’re so weird,” he admires, smitten. He kisses your hairline so this comment isn’t misinterpreted. A voice in your head told you to bookmark this moment to revisit when life wasn’t so perfect. Then another voice chastised you for not being present. You soaked up Thomas’ joy into every pore, the same way some people sunbath. You basked in its golden warmth, rejuvenated. As he calmed, you kissed Thomas’ chest, then clavicles, body hair tickling your lips. 

“Mm, so sexy,” you hummed against his sternum. The light shining through the sweater reminds you of blanket forts as a child. There was something magical about the light glowing through the fabric. With just the crown of your head poking out, you brushed your lips on every spot with chest hair, cataloging it. This dissolved into careful pecks, which had Thomas shifting around. There's no way, you thought, sliding your thigh over Thomas’ groin. He let out a groan at the pressure of your thigh on his growing erection. Both shocked and endeared, you poke your head back out to see Tom’s expression. 

“Did you just get hard from me kissing your chest?” Thomas blushes and winces in embarrassment. It's the same reaction he has when he finishes too fast. Grinning so hard it hurts your face, you surge up to whisper in Thomas’ ear.“I’m so fucking in love with you.” His cock jumps at your words and you devolve into letting out this endeared squeal of happiness. Thomas finds the emotional depth of your relationship sexually arousing. What could be more affirming?

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Thomas Raggi ☆ fic recs p.7

first part

second part

third part

fourth part

fifth part

sixth part

♡ = smut, 18+ only 

I'll sit here, with my arms wrapped around you, all night

the part of me i’ll always need

in need of some extra love

love is in the small things

I really do love you

let's just cuddle?

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shy boy

♡the taste of it

♡loosing it (part 1)

♡lesson six: the choice is yours

♡hacred heart - tainted church

♡lesson one: it's all about anticipation

♡all my friends told me you’d break my heart

♡satin, lace, and other pretty things p.2 & p.3

♡lesson four: take matters into your own hands

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[ethan-torchio-angelo]

Endlessly

Summary: A beachy proposal, almost fit for a queen

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 705

A/N: Okay, so I clearly took a very long writting break, but to welcome me back I decided to do it with our favourite couple!

The summer air is warm against her skin, a soft breeze floating through the air. Italy is in full bloom, the villa covered in vibrant flowers. Victoria is standing beside her, hair flowing in the soft wind as she takes a sip of her wine. She turns to face Y/N, reaching out to adjust the strap on her shoulder. “Stai bene, Tesoro?”

She nods her head, turning her head to look at herself in the mirror. Her hair is tucked up into an intricate design, her face is flushed from the heat, almost masking the makeup she’s wearing. Her eyes travel down her body, taking in the dress sitting snug around her figure. She knows what’s happening today, much to everyone’s attempt to keep it a secret. She found the ring in Ethan's jacket a few weeks ago while she was cleaning, then when Victoria decided to have a girl's day followed by a trip to the beach with the boys, all her suspicions were confirmed.

Vic checks her phone before nodding her head in the direction of the door, “Let’s head down to the beach.”

Y/N nods her head, following behind the other girl. She takes in shaky breaths as they walk, trying to calm her nerves. The sun is starting to fall behind the water, casting out hues of oranges and pinks across the scene in front of her. As they near the water she can just make out the boys, the three of them standing close together, mumbling something she can’t quite make out. When they reach them, Damiano and Thomas move to stand beside Victoria as Ethan reaches out for Y/N’s hands.

He brushes a stray piece of hair out of the way of her face, running his fingers down the side of her face as he pulls away. “Amore, I have no words to describe my love for you. Not a single one in English or Italiano, but I know that my whole heart is yours, endlessly.”

He reaches into his pocket, pulls out that same box she found weeks ago and kneels down in front of her. She knew this was going to happen, but nothing could stop the tears that escaped her as he spoke. “Il mio amore, the gods have granted me one love in my life, you. I want to be yours forever, will you marry me?”

She nods her head, hands reaching up to wipe away the tears, “Yes, a thousand times yes.”

Cheers abrupt from the group behind them as Ethan reaches out to place the ring on her finger. He sweeps her into his arms, placing a soft kiss on her lips that takes her breath away. The sun sets as they walk back to the villa, casting a dark glow on their group. They reach the outdoor patio and both Victoria and Y/N gasp as they see how the space has been transformed. The table has been filled with delicious-looking foods, candles set all around basking the space in a fairytale glow.

The night quickly fills with drunken giggles as they sip on sweet wine, glorious food being passed around as they chat away until early the next morning. When everyone says their goodbyes, Ethan grabs Y/N’s hand and pulls her back towards the beach. “Let’s watch the sunrise, amore.”

She nods, wrapping her arm around his. They walk in silence down the sand, letting the early morning chill wash away the warmth from the wine. They stop by a covered section, sitting down together just as the sun starts peeking over the water. Ethan turns to look at her, “You knew, didn’t you?”

She looks away shyly, “Yes. I’m sorry, I found the ring a few weeks ago when we were back in London. I didn’t want to ruin the surprise.”

He shakes his head, “No, no. It’s okay. The night still ended in the perfect way, with you as my fiance.”

She laughs, moving so he can wrap his arms around her. They sway silently as he hums in her ear, the sun starting to rise in the distance. It wasn’t the picture-perfect fairytale night she was hoping for, but it was pretty damn close.

[reputationdamiano]

Hi babee. So i saw your headcanon request are open and here i am lol.

Imagine them as a grandparents. To be honest it isn't seem like as in my ımagine when i write it here but it doesn't have matter. We're going to be old anyway.

Have a nice day/night 🥰❤️🥰🥰❤️❤️🥰🥰

måneskin as grandparents headcanons

word count: 243

warnings: none

a/n: hi, sorry for replying almost a year after this request was sent. i wasn’t feeling particularly creative but i hope you enjoy!

damiano:

i imagine him storytelling a lot, all about måneskin’s adventures and showing videos of their performances, generally reminiscing the past

that sporty kind of grandfather who teaches children how to ride a bike or who plays basketball with them!

damiano would try to make his grandkids laugh as much as possible with his cheesy jokes

he would definitely make them chamomile tea before bed

ethan:

i think he’d spoil the kids by letting them do everything they want to, including things their parents wouldn't let them do

ethan would definitely teach them the basics of playing drums

he would be a shoulder to cry on, always comforting his grandkids whenever they feel unhappy

ethan would read bedtime stories while putting the children to sleep

thomas:

picture him being so proud when he shows his little signature dance to his grandkids

thomas would keep up with the trends whatever they would be in the year 2065, definitely a modern and cool grandad!

the guitarist of the band would play cards or board games with his grandkids

i think thomas would encourage the kids to start a band on their own!

victoria:

i imagine vic going outside with the kids and painting nature

she would know about everything happening in her grandchildren’s life and would give the best advice

vic would bake all kinds of delicious pastries for her grandchildren

our style icon would obviously help the kids make the best fashion choices

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[l0standn0tf0und-fics]

dating the best guitar boy aka Thomas Raggi headcanons

thomas raggi x fem!reader

words| +- 5600

warnings| pure fluff and just 🤌🏻a bit🤌🏻 of smut (I wouldn't say this is smut, rather it's spicy context)

author's note| I spent on that a shitload of time. and all, I mean ALL my ideas are here (I don't think this is the most reasonable decision), so I don't think there will be any posts in the nearest future.

It seems to me that Thomas is a person who changes position while sleeping a lot, and adding the fact that he is the clingiest of the group, then don’t be surprised at the following outcome of events:

~ you lie on Thomas chest listening to his heartbeat. one of his hands is your hair, while you play with a ring that he never takes off on his other hand . you two talking about some unrealistic plans for life, like ‘what if we invent a time machine’ until both of you fall asleep. but! you wake up in the middle of the night, because your lovely guitarist put his head on your hand, shutting off the blood circulation. and your body signals to you that if your numb stay in the same state even a little bit longer, then you can lose it. and in general Thomas switched both of you so now he’s the one who laying on you, pressing you to the bed with all his weight. Still intertwining his freckled limbs with yours.

~ and good luck to you with getting out from under his long body, because when you try to do something, he begins to mumble something still sleeping, and your conscience doesn’t allow you to wake this sleeping angel up. so the most you can do is save your hand somehow, but that’s all.

~ or Thomas can turns around in his sleep so he accidentally throws (I mean literally throws) you out of bed and wakes up from the noise with a complete lack of comprehending of what happened. but as soon as as he understands, he will be apologizing for a very long, pressing you as close to him as possible, covering all your face with kisses until both of you fall asleep. but this doesn’t mean that everything won’t end as in the previous paragraph.

your mornings together are like a separate art form, especially if you like to sleep as well as thomas. well, if not, then you still have to lie in bed with Thomas until he is ready to crawl out from under the covers.

~ you open your eyes and see a beautiful freckled face on the pillow next to you, how his eyelashes tremble a little, and blonde hair is in a complete mess. you tuck one of the curls behind his ear and kiss Thomas on the forehead, getting ready to climb out of bed to make breakfast. but long arms find your waist and return you to previous place, in his embrace and under warm sheets. Thomas mumbles something like '5 more minutes’, his lips kiss your shoulder and he buries his nose in your hair, continuing his sleep.

~ if Thomas wakes up first, then there are several options for the development of events. he can just open his eyes, see you asleep, hug you tighter and go back to his own sleep.

~ the second scenario: you wake up from the smell of scrambled eggs from the kitchen (we’ll talk about cooking later)

~ but the third one….how to tell …you wake up halfway to your orgasm, opening your eyes and meeting with the blonde crown between your thighs, as he eating you out, doing miracles with his tongue (only if you’re OK with waking up with oral, if you’re not it also fine, but it seems to me that Thomas’d be really into it. )

so, back to cooking. or rather back to breakfast. sometimes Thomas wakes up before you and goes to the kitchen to please you with breakfast. BUT! it doesn’t work if you want to do the same for him.

~ no one knows how, but our beloved guitarist has some kind of sensation so he feels as you want to leave the bed and a second before your feet touch the floor, Thomas’s strong hands pull you back into his embrace. so you don’t have a chance to leave him alone in bed. so either you cook breakfast together … or you cook breakfast together.

~ if you wake up at the same time, and go to the kitchen to make something together… trust me, there has NEVER been a time when you JUST cook a meal after getting out of bed at the same time. in all cases, your joint cooking (not only breakfast) ends with passionate kisses, hands wandering all over each other’s body, you on the kitchen counter, moans all over the apartment, and burnt pancakes … oops

~ or Thomas starts cooking himself, but (we will return to this later) don’t wait a culinary masterpiece from him, in most cases he’s doing something like 100 and 1 more way to cook scrambled eggs. but do you need more? especially considering this is made by your beloved man.

~ and if you find him cooking breakfast, it’s just … just imagine, the first thing you see, as you enter the kitchen, is Thomas standing in boxers only at the stove, trying to watch for both, the frying pan and boiling coffee at the same time. a strong back covered by freckles and golden curls in a complete mess. from time to time, his nimble fingers rub the eyes or cover up a yawn.

~ if he is already fully awake, and you hug him from behind, imprinting your body in his, he instantly turns to face you, wraps his arms around your middle and covers your lips with his, and it all ends….with you on kitchen counter.

~ but if he is still in a semi-sleepy state, he gives the kitchen at your disposal, and he becomes the one who hugs you from behind, wrapping his arms around your body and putting his head on your shoulder so the golden mess on his head tickles your neck as he trails you throughout the kitchen. no, i’m serious, thomas just sticks to your back and if you go to the frige, he follows you. you go back to the stove - thomas follow you. I mean, he is GLUED to you, literally falling asleep on your shoulder, and THERE’S NO FUCKING WAY HIS HANDS COULD LEAVE YOUR WAIST! and when you sit down to eat, then you sit on his lap, because Thomas’s clingy mod works 24/7, and when he’s sleepy, this mod works in x5.

cooking isn’t his strongest point. Thomas can cook some simple dishes, but he won’t try to do something difficult alone, but with you … well, I’ve already said how your joint cooking ends … but in fact he loves to cook with you.

~ if you are good at this, then he will gladly follow all your instructions: what to cut, what to add, and so on.

~ but if your cooking level is the same to his and both of you don’t really understand what to do when it comes to something more complicated than pasta or scrambled eggs, then possibility of eating each other increases significantly. and then you can go back and try to make dinner one more time. but then you'll have a second round with a 90% probability. or you just order delivery, turn on netflix and cuddle on the couch.

in general, Thomas is an eternally horny asshole. you fucked in all rooms and on all surfaces of your joint apartment. there isn’t a single virgin place remained.

bed - no comments (I bet you broke it the same week you moved in together)

bathroom - ✔️

bath itself - ✔

shower - ✔️

kitchen - I think everything is clear - ✔️

all tables in the house - ✔️

all chairs and armchairs - ✔️

on the couch, behind the couch, in front of the couch - ✔️, ✔️& ✔️

balcony - it was risky, but ✔️

even on the floor in every room - ✔️, a lot of ✔️`s.

~ does damiano call you two insatiable rabbits? Yes. do you care? No

~ Thomas loves you, which means he wants you. ALL THE TIME. this guy has more than enough energy. so stock up on condoms, your life together is very ✨fun✨.

your phone full of photos and videos of each other & your photos together. there are billions of them. seriously, you have a separate folder (which takes up the most space in your phone) which is dedicated to thomas and which you review when he’s not around. and he also has a load of your photos on his phone and all those pictures are different, from funny and cute, to very, very hot.

~ I think thomas has two favorite photos on his phone. one that was made by Vic, who couldn’t resist taking a picture of how cute you and thomas looked when fell asleep on the couch while cuddling (we will return to this later). Thomas lies on the top of you , legs are intertwined with yours, his head is on your chest, and his arms are around you, while one of your palms finds a place in his golden hair, and the other around his freckled shoulders.

~ and the other favorite photo is one that he took secretly and you didn’t know about it for a very long time. on this photo you are in his T-shirt and with messy hair, with a guitar in your hands, trying to repeat the chords that Thomas showed you.

~ I don’t know which of these photos is on his wallpaper, and which is on the lockscreen, but he chose those two a long ago and he refuses to change them. (of course he wanted to set one of your nudes, but still decided that it was better not to do this)

on days when Thomas can’t be physically near to you, you are almost 24/7 in touch.

~ starting with a 'good morning’ messages, calls before some important events (such as your exams, some kind of presentations at work, or before gigs Thomas is worried about), in order to reassure each other and just hear the voice of beloved one.

~ ending with the fact that you facetime each other every free minute and especially in the evenings to tell about your day and, in the end, fall asleep with the phones in your hands.

~ and if you’re in different time zones, Thomas usually set alarms to send you a 'good morning` or 'good night’ at the time. we all know that this blond man has problems with time and he`s always late, but he wants the first thing you see as you wake up is a message from him.

~ Fact: If you’re at a distance, you never send text messages, except emergencies. it’s always video- and voice messages. yes, unfortunately you can’t touch each other, but hear the other’s voice is already better than just text

~ the band sometimes teases him about the fact that thomas spend all his free time with a phone in freckled hand. but you know, he doesn’t care about all the jokes. HE NEEDS YOU. HE WANTS TO HUG YOU, KISS YOU, INHALATE THE SMELL OF YOUR HAIR. and believe me, too many times your evening video calls ended with a lot of 'I miss you's and tears in his and your eyes.

~ online sex? of course! or why else did people come up with facetime? so your evening video calls start with stories about how the day went and end with moans all over the room when you either tell Thomas what to do, or if your lofty boyfriend is in a bossy mood, you will obey his guidances.

~ have i said about all those horny and provocative videos and voicemail you send each other throughout the day? No? Well…don't be surprised if in the middle of the day, when you are studying/working, a video comes to your phone where Thomas is “getting rid of stress.”

from every country måneskin visits, Thomas brings you some jewelry. it could be rings, chains, bracelets or whatever else you wear most often.

~ I literally see this situation:

“Thomas! what the fuck? we'll be late for the plane!”

“give me a couple of minutes Damia, there is a vintage store around the corner. I haven’t bought a present for y/n”

“ but…”

“I don`t fucking care. I won`t come back without a ring/necklace/bracelet!”

more about jewelry. I’m sure you have paired necklaces.

~ you have a chain with a pendant in shape of a small silver cobra, and he has the one with a lil bunny (bc u know, he calls you bunny 24/7). and thomas never takes this locket off.

~ and never in a million years tomas will tell you how much he paid for the individual design of these jewelry. because for him "it is a reminder of you. and everything connected with you is priceless"

by the way, THOMAS CALLS YOU BUNNY 24/7

~ it took him a while to find the perfect pet name for you. and there was a period in your relationship when every time he called you differently. so there was a lot of pet names. but ieventually you became his bunny

since the day you two met, thomas can’t stop thinking about you. and since then he composed the music with you in his minds. but even more he loves to compose music with you.

~ when he has no inspiration, he comes to you. Thomas lies with his back on the sofa and his head finds a place in your lap, you immediately dig into the golden curls with your fingers. and he can lie like that for half an hour, his eyes closed and with a guitar on his stomach while you playing with his hair. and after a while, he finally touches strings and turns all the love and affection he feels into a melody.

~ and trust me, your hand cannot leave his curls. because as soon as you remove your delicate fingers, the music stops playing , Thomas opens his doe-eyes and looks at you with such a 🥺pleading🥺 look that it is simply impossible to refuse him.

~ if you understand tablature Thomas can also give you his notebook so you can write down what he compose. and if not, then he'll gladly teach you if you want. so thomas plays something new, at some moments his eyebrows meet on the bridge of the freckled nose, forming a crease on his forehead and he starts playing again, changing a few notes and a quiet "here it is" flies from his lips as he tells you what to write down, and you transfer his composings all into the life-worn notebook.

~ but he doesn`t compose music in such calm moments only . Do you want to know how he came up with the solo for “for your love”? As soon as his spine meet silk sheets and breathing returns to normal, after one of your passionate, unrestrained, intimate, sleepless ✨funtime✨, Thomas was blown up from the bed and ran after the guitar and notebook. so…

(why do I call it ✨funtime✨ or smth like that? why don't I just write "sex"?)

~ you are his muse. the one and only who inspires him. period.

Thomas loves to sleep and it’s not a secret. he can fall asleep anytime and anywhere. and if you are near him giving him peace of mind, serenity, comfort and love with your hugs, then Thomas will fall asleep 5 times faster.

~ you cuddle while lying on the couch in the living room - Thomas falls asleep, wrapping his freckled arms around your waist.

~ you are in a car with band - Thomas puts his head on your shoulder, tickling with his golden hair, hugs your hand and dozes off like that.

~ it`s better not to mention how quickly he falls asleep when you are already in bed.

~ you spend time in the må villa, sitting on the couch with vic, ethan and damiano on armchairs across from you and talking about something. Thomas ALWAYS sits next to you, or to be more precise, he lies so your thighs become his pillow. and of course he falls asleep in this position.

~ and if you think tired thomas wouldn`t take a nap at the dinner table with his golden curls on your shoulder, then you are wrong.

~ and it doesn`t mean that you couldn`t do the same.

~ have I mentioned that you're the only one who can wake his sleepy ass up without armageddon or any loss on the part of humanity.

as i`ve already told, THOMAS NEEDS YOU. HE WANTS TO HUG YOU, KISS YOU, FEEL YOU. so his hands on you 24/7.

~ I’ll start with the fact that you spend all your free time cuddling. no matter what you do. you can read a book out loud to each other, basking in the arms of a beloved person, or check smth in your phones, or just talk

~ Thomas always holds your hand when you walk somewhere together. intertwining your fingers and playing with your rings or allowing you to play with his.

~ Imagine as Thomas literally melting in your arms

~ by the way, a lot of nose, hand, and especially shoulder kisses. you are holding hands with your fingers intertwined. and thommy can't resist kissing your knuckles, looking straight into your eyes and radiating his love. or while he's hugging you from behind, you feel his calm breath on the soft skin of your neck. and it's easier for this lazy boy to reach your shoulder or neck with his lips, so that's what he usually does.

~ if you are sitting at a desk, busy with your laptop and Thomas feels the sharp need for you, then he can just come and sit on the floor next to a chair, resting his head on your knees and hugging your legs with his long arms and leaving weightless kisses on your thigh from time to time.

~ you know it’s a cliché when a guy says that you need to stop doing something and rest a little and just pulls you onto the bed in his embrace. so this is 100% thomas

~ or you are sitting in front of your laptop trying to learn something for classes, and Thomas just comes from behind, wraps his freckled arms around you and whispers in your ear “sorry for distracting. I missed you and needed to touch you.”

~ do you remember that he is 24/7 horny, right? so after that his big palms move to your breasts as he gives them a light squeeze and now you hear his much lower voice “that’s right, good girls should study”, and then you know what? he just goes away with a cocky smile on his velvety lips! just turns around and leaves you like this! all flushed and flustered only from one phrase and action. But let’s be honest, your guitar boy knows what he`s doing, so in a minute you will scour around the apartment, looking for his touch

~ Thomas love rough sex. he relishes being bratty sub for you and under you, depend on your mercy. sometimes he can be very dom with you and being more than satisfied this scenario, pressing you agains the wall with his body. but he loves to be really nice with you, worship your beauty and fuck you slow and deep while he praises you softly, covers all your body with kisses and just LOVES you

if you smoke, then don’t even hope that you can smoke alone ever again.

~ Thomas specially dragged a small sofa onto the balcony so you two could lie on top of each other, heat each other with your body warmth and share a cigarette.

~ and our lovey guitar boy loses lighters literally every time. he buys a new one, lights his cigarette only once and the lighter magically disappears. so no matter if you smoke, you have to keep the lighter in the back pocket of your jeans.

~ Thomas adores to hug you from behind, placing one palm on your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder and holding a cigarette in the skilled fingers of the other hand. he takes a puff and brings the cigarette to your face, weightlessly touching your velvety lips with his fingers, allowing you to do the same.

~ you two try to quit several times a month, but it doesn’t end well. your endurance lasts only for a couple of days. so every attempt to "quit" ends with “maybe…?” “yeh, let’s go”

~ your “quit” smoking become especially ✨fun✨ times. someone makes up for the lack of nicotine with food, and you two - with each other.

~ smoking isn`t just nicotine inhalation any more , it become something personal and intimate between the two of you.

and if you don’t smoke, Thomas tries to do his best to rid you of anything associated with cigarettes.

~ no matter how strange it may sound, but before lighting a cigarette, he tries to determine the wind direction, so the smoke doesn`t fly on you. and he himself stands so that the smoke doesn`t fall on his clothes either, so when you hug him, you smell his scent, not cigarettes.

~ Thomas stocks up kilograms of gum, which he will eat so when he kiss you, you don`t feel the taste of tobacco.

~ and even if you say that you don`t mind his smoking and tobacco smell, he still continue doing all of this. but you still have to carry a lighter for him.

drunk dancing in the evenings with a bottle of wine in hand

~ favorite songs playing at full volume. sloppy kisses. laughter that doesn`t subside. movements to the music, when the hands don`t leave each other’s bodies. clumsy and lazy sex somewhere on the living room floor while music is still playing

~ a little note about dancing: Thomas gets jealous when you dance with someone other than him. no matter what kind of dance it is. he realizes that this is not justified, but there is nothing he can do about it. so he either keeps that feeling to himself, bc he don`t want disturbing you with unfounded claims, either he joins your dances and ends up stealing you from the person you were dancing with.

well, when you and Thomas move together - forget about the existence of your clothes. now these are “our” clothes.

~ but! his clothes are yours as well. so get ready for “Thommy, where is OUR white sweater?” or “Bunny did you wash OUR Beatles tee?” and nobody cares that “our” sweater is Thomas’s sweater, and “our” Beatles T-shirt is yours.

~ and it’s important to note that Thomas LOVES it. he loves wearing your clothes because they smell like you.

~ and he loves even more to see you in his clothes. again, they smell like you. and he also enjoys moments when someone compliments the shirt you are wearing and you say “thanks, that`s my boyfriend`s.” and it doesn’t matter that you don’t remember whose actually this piece of clothing is, but you just need to see the goofy smile and a contented Thomas`s face when he hears something like that.

~ and when someone compliments Thomas about his clothes, he always says that it`s yours and that “my girlfriend has great taste” with a proud expression on his freckled face.

~ it even got to the point that you buy clothes for two. Well, why would you buy two identical T-shirts when you can buy one and wear it together.

~ hint: if you wear one of Thomas’s concert outfits, he will bend you over the first horizontal surface he finds a second after he saw you. so be careful with his bright blazers and lace shirts. if you need to go somewhere, then you are already late.

Thomas`s limbs are always ice-cold. so you are his little personal beloved heater.

~ be prepared for his icy hands on the back of your neck and in a second after thomas turns around and runs away while giggling.

~ or he sticks his hands under your sweater while cuddling. just to 1.be closer to you. 2. well, to warm his hands, no wonder. but in general to be closer to you

~ it happens that you take his hands in yours, wrapping your palms around his icy fingers to warm them up even a little

~ even if you have cold limbs too, Thomas doesn't care. frozen hands are just an excuse. he wants to touch you, skin to skin. if you are near, he is already getting warmer

~ Thomas freezes a lot, so you don`t let him give you the jacket when you aren`t dressed according to the weather. but your blond lover found a solution. if he's wearing a hoodie, he puts it on you without removing it from his freckled body. so the the soft piece of clothing is worn on both of you at the same time.

~ and if Thomas is wearing a coat or something like that, he kind of hugs you with it. I don’t know how to explain. his palms hold the edges of the unzipped clothing and at the same time hug you so that you don`t catch cold.

it seems to me that thomas would prefer to hide the relationship. just to protect you from the whole world.

(I could be wrong, but it seems like in some interview it was mentioned that Thomas doesn`t like to talk publicly about his personal life)

~ he knows like no one else how evil people can be, even those who call themselves "fans". and the likelihood that at least a TINY drop of the hate can pour out on you doesn`t suit him.

~ so he tries to hide your relationship. but sometimes you appear in the måneskin's Instagram stories, but only as a friend of the band.

~ your beloved guitarist doing his best to keep his hands further from you, while you`re walking down the street next to each other

~ but he's clingy as fuck so he can't keep his distance (how normal celebrities do, who don't advertise their relationship) Thomas walks at the minimum allowed distance from you, so your hand sometimes brushes against his. You have no idea how damn hard it`s for him not to grab your palm, kiss your knuckles and continue walking, intertwining his long fingers with yours.

but so sooner or later your relationship will be revealed.

it was one of the "family" parties that Måneskin had after the concerts. no paparazzi, no journalists, no fans. only the closest friends who came to support someone from the band. there was such a party almost after every concert. a couple of hours in order to relax in the company of friends, chat with those whom you have known for years and just enjoy dancing and alcohol.

and at one of these parties, you and thomas had a little drink, so minds were slightly clouded and the "protection" of your relationship was weakened. in general, all those present were your friends whom you trusted, everyone at the party knew that you had been together for years.

so thomas gladly put you on his knees during a smoke break. placing both of you in the position he adored. you're on his lap, one freckled hand around your waist and the other holding the cigarette you two are sharing. his chin is on your shoulder and from time to time his velvet lips meet the delicate skin of your neck, giving kisses between puffs of smoke. neither Damiano nor Georgia, nor Leo and Vic`s best friend saw anything strange about Thomas's actions. everyone used to this. so you and this whole company chatted about something, laughed and enjoyed nicotine.

only a few hours later, Thomas`s sweet sleep was interrupted by a million phone calls from the band manager. no one knows how, but your photos from the 'smoke break' have already spread across all social networks. the internet and the tabloids were full of news that guitarist from Måneskin has a girlfriend.

after this happening, the rules of "protection" your relationship have changed slightly. and Thomas is incredibly happy about it.

~ now thomas can touch you as much as he likes. now his cold palm doesn`t leave yours even for a second. and he doesn't care that you can get caught by paparazzi. everyone already knows that you are a couple, so photos of your date in the tabloids won't change anything anymore.

~ the no-kissing-in-public rule still valid. but Thomas often breaks it by touching your forehead or nose with pink lips. the process is running and cannot be stopped, so it is better to come to terms his violations. as if you have something against.

~ Thomas has blocked all hashtags on your phone that are associated with any hate on you or your relationship

~ if you meet fans while walking together, then his hand finds its place around your shoulders . if the "fans" are negatively disposed against your relationship, by this action and bringing your body closer to his own, Thomas seems to say that 'I don't care what you think, I love her and all this bullshit and rumors won't be able to separate us'

~ if the fans you meet like you, then Thomas's hand is still around your shoulders, but not in a protective way, but more in casual

~ your joint photos appear on Thomas's instagram. he doesn`t post them too often, but sometimes a photo may appear in his instastory that he took by accident and you 'refused to post, but you are too beautiful on it'. either a photo taken by someone from Måneskin where you laugh while Thomas hugs you from behind or some other joint photo where you both glow with happiness. photographs rarely appear (because he still wants a little privacy), but still appear

thomas isn`t short guy. he is taller than you and he enjoys it.

~ just like you do. his palms are much larger than yours, but they seem to be made for each other. because your hand fits perfectly into his. in his freckled arms you feel safe and protected. and thomas can literally wrap his body around yours. Imagine you are sitting, back pressed against his chest, and Thomas hugs you like koala, throwing his legs around yours and pressing you even closer to him with tight embrace.

~ this guitar boy loves to tease you in every sense of the word. even though you never put your cup on the top shelf, it ends up there all the time. and all the time you have to ask Thomas to get the mug out of there because you can't reach it. and this happens definitely NOT because of your beloved boyfried, who puts it on highest shelf on purpose , because he loves when you ask him for help in such elementary stuff. "What`s matter, shorty? can`t reach it?"

by the way, a lot, i mean, A LOT OF INSIDE JOKES AND TEASING. period.

~ there are days when your conversations consist entirely of nice taunts, teasing, and quips. Vic sometimes doesn’t understand what’s going on and "did you two have a fight? and that`s why you`re toxic to each other and talk only with sarcasm, or what?" and you and thomas both don’t understand what she`s talking about because it’s a common thing for you.

~ you and thomas may start laughing and others will not understand why. But in fact, something just happened that reminded you of some kind of inside joke. You and Thomas understand what`s going on, but your company don`t. which makes you look a little crazy from the outside.

if you speak a language(s) other than Italian Thomas will beg you to teach him.

~ initially he`d ask you to teach him swear words. (especially if, like me, cuss out your native language, regardless of the one you are speakingin at the moment, bc i do).

~ then Thomas will want to know how to say 'I love you' . and sometimes he says this phrase in your language instead of 'ti amo' оr 'ti voglio bene'.

You with a guitar in your hands is the best that Thomas has ever seen.

~ if you know how to play, then both of you arrange home concerts. when only the two of you are jumping around the room, singing at the top of your lungs and hitting the strings.

~ and if you don’t know how to play, then God, Thomas will teach you with such incredible pleasure.

~ when you asked him to teach you, his eyes lit up and a goofy smile appeared on his face. playing the guitar is his life, and you are his meaning of life. just imagine what was going on in that blonde head when he talks about the chords to you.

~ in most cases, you sit between his legs with the guitar in your lap and thomas`s chin on your shoulder as he explains to you the correct finger possition. as a reward for playing the chord right , you get a kiss.

~ Thomas takes your lessons very seriously and responsibly. so seriously that he didn’t kiss you all day when you gave up at once. God only knows how Thomas was able to restrain himself and not touch your lips with his for the whole fucking day. he probably just knew that you could do it if try a little harder.

~ but lets be honest? Thomas isn`t SO responsible that your guitar lessons don't end with sex almost every time.

~ little secret: Thomas's favorite song was the first thing you wanted to learn. and he cried when you played it the first time.

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