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tempobrucera · 2 years ago

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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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oro-e-diamanti · 2 years ago

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Puppet Masterlist

Content | Fluff

Word count | 1.6k

Epilogue

The bag was heavy on your shoulder and in constant danger of slipping as you wrestled with the box of supplies in one hand and your sewing machine in the other. You really should have asked for help. Taken a cab. Even the bus would have been better at this point. But no, your stubborn ass insisted you’d be fine walking home on your own.

At least the weather wasn’t punishing you for it. No rain and a mild late January sun made it as bearable as possible, under the circumstances. But you’d be lying if you weren’t counting down the minutes until you made it back to your tiny Rome apartment.

However, when you turned around the last corner, sweet relief almost in sight, you almost dropped your bearings upon spotting three very familiar figures lingering in front of your door. Had you been any less burdened with literal baggage you would have jumped on them immediately, but for now, you were forced to show your excitement only in the beaming smile on your face and the increased speed at which you walked, suddenly feeling your energy renewing. You hadn't seen most of them since New Year's, almost a month ago now, both their hectic schedule and your university examinations at fault.

Ethan was the first one to spot you, immediately rushing over and taking the box off your hands, Damiano following suit to grab the sewing machine. You sent him a look that clearly said careful but he simply sent a wink back. It was fair enough, you thought, they were the ones who had bought it for you. You hoped he knew you would absolutely make them buy another one if Damiano left so much as a new scratch on it though.

Vic lazily tagged behind, waiting for the men to get out of the way before enveloping you in a hug. You only noticed she was holding a gorgeous bouquet of flowers when it almost got crushed between you.

“You get prettier every time I see you,” she flirted, leaving a kiss on your cheek. From the corner of your eye, you could see Damiano preparing to make a silly comment but one pointed look of yours shut him down.

“What's the flowers for?” you asked as you took them from her.

“You finishing your first semester!” Ethan beamed. “And we heard with amazing grades and feedback too.”

“There's also a chance we just wanted to get drunk with you,” Damaino added, holding up a bottle of liquor.

Vic groaned, probably because Damiano was always extremely talented at ruining moments like these, but you simply giggled, fishing your keys from your bag and opening the door to the house. You were impatient to get up the two flights of stairs and into your flat, but Ethan had other plans. Seeing him place the box on the steps, you were about to ask what he was doing, but as soon as the door had shut behind the four of you, he had you pressed up against the wall, hungry lips attaching to yours.

You fell into the passion easily, enjoying the feeling of his hard body against yours, the way his soft hair tickled your skin. You had missed this, so much more than you would have admitted in words.

“Oh come on, at least wait until we’re at her place, you greedy bastard!” Vic complained but you could hear the smile in her voice. With a giggle, you pushed Ethan away, gesturing for him to get back to the task at hand - meaning the box, not you - and started rushing up the stairs.

“By the way,” Damiano threw in as he ascended after you, “we have no idea where Thomas is. We tried texting and calling him to come along but he’s probably in a sleep coma.”

And no one could be bothered to deal with that, you finished in your head with a smile. You couldn’t blame them. Sleepy Thomas when you had the time to spend the day in bed was a dream come true. Tired Thomas when you needed to get going was akin to a nightmare. You were sure he would turn up sooner or later - whenever he wound up checking his phone.

You unlocked the door to your apartment, two rooms, tiny, but your own. You dropped your bag into a corner, the only one that wasn’t full of mismatched furniture or stacks of things that had no permanent place. Damiano carefully placed the bottle and the sewing machine on your dining table and you silently thanked him for being so gentle with it, before dragging him towards you and kissing him. He was talented, you’d always enjoyed that about him, but it was the love that shone through that made you feel your knees weakening.

“Okay, enough of that,” Vic decided as she roughly pulled you away from Damiano and into her lap on the dining room chair. You briefly panicked about it not being sturdy enough to hold both of your weights, but as soon as her hands traveled underneath your shirt and her mouth found yours, you decided it was worth the risk. She was soft and lovely under all her dominance in a way that never failed to make you melt.

“Well, now you’re truly on the way to killing the flowers,” Damiano remarked. You separated from Vic just to see him pick the abandoned bouquet up from the floor where she had dropped it.

“Aw, we can’t have that,” you cooed, getting up from your seat under protest and grabbing the flowers from him. You started rummaging through your kitchen cabinets, trying to find anything that could convincingly be used as a vase, as the conversation carried on without you.

You’d missed them terribly, more than you would ever admit to them out loud. Their sheer presence elevated your mood in a way nothing else could. The last months had been a rollercoaster trying to navigate the world with the new rules that had been put upon you, but you hadn’t regretted your choice for a single second. Not being able to touch the others in public the way you often craved to do had been a learning curve, but you had simply poured it onto Thomas instead, who happily held your hand and kissed your head at any opportunity, strangers around you be damned.

Plus, you knew all rules were off as soon as the door shut behind you and you were alone with the loves of your life. You treasured those times beyond belief, always craving more, craving their bodies and their minds in any way possible. The way they let the excitement course through your veins while letting you feel relaxation like never before, all at the same time. You’d never tire of it, you were sure.

“So, when did you last see your boyfriend,” Damiano mocked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Which one?” you replied with a smile, knowing full well he meant Thomas, considering the other two were currently in the room with you.

“The pretty one,” Vic commented and you could see in Damiano’s fake-shocked face and the way that Ethan rolled his eyes that there was a quibble about to start, but then you accidentally distracted yourself by remembering you did, in fact, have a vase that you’d been gifted ages ago that was rotting away in your bedroom.

Moving past the others, still clutching the bouquet, you walked over to your closed bedroom door, opening it with much more force than necessary. You were about to breeze into the room when your eyes fell onto your bed and your whole body stopped.

“Oh, I’ve seen him,” you called out to the others. “Just now, actually.”

Thomas was on your bed, kneeling on your bed, in all his naked glory. Well, not quite, a collar and a harness decorating his body in beautiful red, matching the tiny red satin underwear perfectly. His head was bowed, even now that you had entered the room and he was sure to hear the turmoil behind you as the others tried to catch a look at whatever had made you halt in your tracks.

You were amazed at the way Thomas didn’t seem tempted to look up. Proud, even. You’d been playing this way for a while now, without the others and he had taken it on better than you could have ever dreamed. Even now, in this unexpected situation, with three additional pairs of eyes on him, he didn’t falter.

You wondered how long he had been kneeling there for, utterly submissive, a present waiting for you to get home. He’d probably had the same idea as the others - a little celebration in the eyes of you finishing your semester. Only, his gift to you had a much different quality to it.

“You know, I also would have offered sex at some point tonight, but it seems you’ve got that covered,” Vic grinned with a knowing smile on her face. You simply gave her a wink as you turned around and caught her eye, before stepping further into the room and toward Thomas.

Your hand gently petted his hair, along his face, briefly resting on his shoulder, before you hooked your finger into the silver ring on his collar, jerking him ever so slightly forward with it. He finally looked up at you, knowing he was finally allowed, eyes wide and loving. You smiled at him, a soft touch to his cheek.

“Oh, I’m sure he won’t mind some company,” you said to the others as they filtered into the room behind you. “Will you, puppet?”

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lovemomhatepolice · 2 months ago

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desiderium333 · 1 year ago

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Hello, this is me finally rising from the dead after two years.

Due to some personal issues I faced over those 2 years I've decided that now might be the time to continue with this little project of mine.

I am aware that not that much people find Måneskin relevant but I still want to pursue my love and passion for writing via this.

I hope yall understand and will continue to support and follow me and my work.

I shall soon upload my story "For your love" along the taglist and my masterlist.

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covbrk · 2 years ago

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Hi! First time posting anything here, other than the reposts i have. I have thought about finally start writing fan fictions, but there’s this one thingy. I wanted to get back into roleplaying on instagram and i was wondering if someone does as well and if they would want to roleplay there ! I promise to start posting stuff here during my summer break that starts in july.

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chemical-killjoy · 1 year ago

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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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writersblockiskillingme · 2 years ago

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Måneskin Masterlist

✭ - smut

♡ - fluff

➳ - angst

۵ - hurt/comfort

Damiano David

If Not For You - As Damiano goes away on the tour with his band mates he has to deal with leaving his home behind. You. [۵♡]

Timezone - As Damiano and you are forced to be apart, you both slowly start to feel like you're loosing your mind. [۵♡]

Jealousy Game - You were ready for a lot of things, but you weren't ready for a woman at the competition you were attending to flirt with your secret boyfriend. [۵♡]

Papà - You woke up in the middle of the night just so that you realize that Damiano is not with you, but don't worry. You know where to find him. [♡]

Three Makes a Group - After bringing up the idea of group sex to your boyfriend Ethan, you have to deal with the consequences of your dirty mind. [✭]

How It's Supposed To Look Like - After being abused by your ex, you finally tell Damiano what happened and he shows you how the loving relationship should really be like. [➳۵♡✭]

Only Angel - You were in love with him for a very long time, but you didn't know that he loved you back. Until he decided to do something about it. [♡✭➳]

Thomas Raggi

Torna A Casa - Song that was promised to his one and only that he met on a lonely day in park in Italy. [➳۵]

Ethan Torchio

Three Makes a Group - After bringing up the idea of group sex to your boyfriend Ethan, you have to deal with the consequences of your dirty mind. [✭♡]

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nocompromise-noregrets · 9 days ago

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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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hxllfires-gifs · 1 year ago

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PAIRING. thomas raggi x fem!reader

SUMMARY. y/n comes to terms with the fact that she’s bisexual but finds it difficult to tell her lovely boyfriend, but as everyone would expect, he fully supports her.

WORD COUNT. 914

THE SOUND OF a sigh filled the room as Y/N L/N paced back and forth, thought after thought running wild inside of her brain. Her boyfriend Thomas was coming home from a couple of months of touring the world with his band. The girl was beyond proud of him, but she could not think about him right then. Thinking about him brought forth anxiety as she had something important to tell him.

She had always questioned her sexuality but only recently came to terms with it. She was bisexual and while she knew Thomas was going to be supportive, she could not shake the nervousness inside of her chest. It wasn’t necessarily him or their friends that made her nervous, more-so the public.

There was a part of her that worried that things would change once she came out, as crazy as it may seem to some people. It was pretty scary but she tried to push down the negative feelings. She eventually stopped pacing once she heard the sound of a door opening and closing, not realizing Thomas had gotten home until then.

“Amore mio,” the Italian called out while he shrugged off his jacket.

“In here,” she responded. She attempted to hide the fact that she had been stressed out and anxious, but didn’t know if he would believe it.

One thing about Thomas Raggi was that he was so attuned to her feelings and the tells her body would give when she was not feeling positively. That’s one thing that she loved about him, even though there was a long list of reasons. He was always there for her and they supported each other so she felt a little silly for being so fearful. She just couldn’t help it.

Thomas walked into their shared room, a smile appearing on his lips at the sight of his girlfriend. Her H/C hair was tied up into a messy bun and she was sporting a pair of shorts and a blue tank top. He always loved seeing her looking so comfortably. She was the most stunning person to him and he was always quick to show her these feelings.

He walked closer to Y/N and hugged her for the first time in months, closing his eyes and enjoying the moment. He had missed her more than words could express so of course the first thing he had to do was hold her. However, his moment of peace wasn’t long once he felt her hesitation to return the affection. He pulled away and furrowed his brows.

He confusingly asked, “Are you alright? You usually are happier to see me. I didn’t do anything wrong and forget, did I?”

“No baby, you didn’t do anything.” She was quick to calm down his rising worry.

The girl turned and went to sit down on their bed, closing her eyes for a second to calm herself. She opened her eyes and was met with her boyfriend sitting next to her, a gleam of concern in his eyes.

“N/N, is everything okay? Did something happen while I was gone?” Thomas asked a little too fast but she was able to understand each word.

Y/N turned her head and their eyes made contact for a split second before she looked away. “No? Yes? I don’t know, it’s not all that important I guess. There’s just been a lot on my mind but it’s not anything that anyone has done. I’ve just come to terms with this part of myself that I wanted to hide for the longest time.”

When Thomas still had confusion painted on his face, she knew that she would have to elaborate further. She took his left hand in her own, lacing their fingers together. She looked at him again and was ready to get everything over with.

“I’ve come to terms with the fact that I am bisexual. I’ve been nervous to come out and actually say those words. I wasn’t nervous to tell you specifically because you’re the most supportive, but not everyone is like that. I worry that people will take my sexuality and turn it into something negative when it comes to you.”

She continued sharing her feelings after pausing for a moment. “I mean, there has always been a stigma that bisexual people cheat, and I don’t want people saying that about me and our relationship.”

Thomas kissed the top of his girlfriend’s head and held her other hand too. He felt happy that she trusted him enough to be open with this information but he hated that she was thinking about things that would’ve never crossed his mind.

“Mia cara, I’m so proud of you. I know it’s not the easiest thing but I adore you. I don’t want you worrying about something like that because I know you love me. I love you too and I trust you. Your sexuality is a beautiful part of you. There will always be people who don’t understand but you have to ignore it.”

He raised one of her hands up and kissed the back of it. He looked back at his girlfriend and noticed the tears in her eyes.

“How did I get so lucky?” Y/N asked.

Thomas chuckled and shook his head. “I think I’m the lucky one. How about we watch a movie to cheer you up?”

“That sounds great,” Y/N agreed.

The couple spent the rest of the day in each other’s arms, watching movies and enjoying each other’s company.

AUTHORS NOTE! this is an older imagine that i’d written a couple months ago. i have a eurovision imagines book published on wattpad and i finally decided to post some of them on here since there isn’t that many none-måneskin related ones. yes, i started with a måneskin member, but i do have a lot of others for loreen, bojan, käärijä, etc. if you see any typos, please ignore them because this was written months ago and just copied from my notes. thanks for reading!

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capuletoo · 2 years ago

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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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oro-e-diamanti · 2 years ago

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Epilogue is out now! Catch up with this chapter before you read! 💕

Puppet Masterlist

There's news that might change things forever. The only question is, will the change be in a good or a bad way?

Content | Angst, fluff, smut

Word count | 8.1k

Lesson Eighteen: Different ways to love.

You had never been part of a band meeting before and, as you were sitting in some conference room or other that management had rented in the hotel they were staying in, you realised you were fine if you never got invited to another one either. It was intimidating, to say the least. It turned to somewhat humiliating when they put the pictures up on the table between you. They were of you and Ethan this time.

You remembered the day they must have been shot. Ethan and you, on the way to the van from the hotel. Him playfully grabbing you from behind. Your bodies squished against each other with his head buried in your hair whispering dirty things in your ear. A clouded look on your face, a slight bite to the lip. Then knowing smirks on both of your faces as he let you go. It wasn't exactly anything extremely incriminating - but it was enough to stir some serious rumours, especially after the pictures of Thomas kissing you so shortly before them.

"Now," the voice of someone from management - you didn't take the time to remember their names or exact roles - broke the silence. "We don't care what you do in private. The problem is when it goes public. The whole sexy rockstar thing is great. But when rumours about infidelity creep up because people are suspecting you to hook up with the same girl, it's not gonna be good for the numbers."

You felt as uncomfortable as could be. It was weird being reduced to some girl seemingly hooking up randomly with members of the band. You wanted to shout from the rooftops it wasn't the way people assumed, not by far. But it wasn't your place. The rest of the band stayed just as quiet as they continued to listen.

"Plus, I'm sure that if they manage to reveal your identity," the woman now spoke directly to you, making you even more nervous in the process, "it won't be to your advantage either. So we have two options we want to propose to you. One: You keep her in private, fully. That means no public outings, no pictures online unless it's a group, no flying her out on tour. Two: We link her with one of you. As an official relationship. We don't care who it is. That way she can tag along if so desired and pictures can be more easily explained. However, we would trust you to present the relationship as believable. No pictures kissing other people."

Silence once again settled over the room. You felt yourself fidgeting and Thomas next to you was doing the same. The other seemed more put together, but you figured it was merely an act. If they had any feelings for you at all, this wouldn't leave them unaffected.

"Management would appreciate an answer tomorrow."

With that, the room emptied, one by one. Your head was spinning with an intensity you hadn't felt before.

"I... I need to lie down," you told the others as soon as it was just the five of you. "I need some time."

You didn't look at them as they nodded in understanding, all of them probably stuck in their own thoughts. Thomas took a step towards you, almost reaching out, but you took a step back. You couldn't quite tell why. You averted your eyes even further, scared to look at Thomas' face too closely, scared of what you might see. Hurt, resentment, anger? You didn't know but you couldn't bring yourself to find out.

You briefly let yourself fall against Ethan's chest, Ethan, who immediately wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You looked up at him for a moment, seeing him nod. He knew you needed him right now, he understood, the way only he could. You left with him, already feeling that tiny bit stronger just from having him by your side.

You had always felt an immense range of safety in Ethan's arms and today was no different. Only moments ago, the anxiety and stress had been so deeply ingrained in your bones that you felt like shaking. Now, you let yourself fall into the calm of Ethan's embrace.

The room was dark even though midday was looming on the horizon. But the curtains remained closed and you hadn't bothered to turn a light on. It was silly, but it made you feel safer. As if the world being shut out, both of you lying in the dark with no one to see you, formed an invisible wall around you that would keep you in a secure bubble, where nothing could happen to you. Just for this moment.

You buried yourself deeper into Ethan's chest as his arms tightened around you. In a swift movement, you had dragged your body on top of his, suddenly needing more, needing to feel him against you, needing the full contact, in an attempt not to lose yourself. He allowed it without any comments, simply resigning himself to stroke your back in a calming rhythm. But as much as it helped you settle physically, your mind was on high alert, thinking about two hundred things at once and not making sense of a single one of them. You were so deep in thought, you almost flinched when you hear Ethan's low voice.

"What do you want to do?"

It was such a broad question it almost made you laugh. There were tons of things you did and did not want to do. But right here and now? You wanted to disappear, completely, but only if it meant taking the four of them with you.

"Is that really my decision to make?" you asked instead. It was both an attempt at avoiding a straight answer and a genuine wonder about who, in the end, would be responsible for the decision given to management. "It's your band. It's your names that get printed, and it's your career."

Ethan pulled you upwards, not letting you hide your face in his shirt anymore. You didn't want to look at him, didn't want to know what you would see in his eyes, but you were well aware he wouldn't let you get away that easily either. When you realised he was studying you with nothing but pure love, your heart skipped a beat.

"Maybe so. But it's also your face, potentially your name. And it's your life and your feelings. That weighs more than any PR-related decision we could possibly make."

"I... I hadn't thought about it like that," you admitted, desperately trying to hide your face again, knowing how easily he would be able to read if you didn't, but he had a tight grasp on you that left you little choice. He pressed a kiss to your lips, short, safe.

"We're in a band. We're four people, we have each other's backs," he explained. You wanted his voice to lull you to sleep but you knew there were more important tasks at hand. "We can deal with whichever decision we make. But you have a life outside of this. And we need to do what's right for you. I don't need to ask the others to know they agree."

You wanted to tear up, just a little bit, but you pulled yourself together, just barely, finally allowing yourself to rest your head in the crook of his neck. Not avoiding his face to evade responsibility, but because you knew you would become overly emotional and this wasn't the time. You had less than 24 hours to present facts to management.

"I love you guys," you murmured into his skin, leaving a soft kiss there. His hands resumed stroking your back in a fashion that had you wanting to purr and mewl. You let your hands travel to his side, stroking, slightly scratching over the material of his shirt, and a deep sigh that seemed to move your entire body confirmed his enjoyment.

"We love you too," he whispered into the dark. "Now and forever."

"It's fucking stupid!" Vic ranted as she threw yet another pillow against the wall. The low thud didn't seem to do much to quell her anger.

After Ethan had more or less pushed you off him to convince you to talk to the others, you had been in the hotel's hallway, still trying to figure out where to go, when Vic's frustrated scream had sounded through her closed door. Ethan had simply given you a look, a quick slap to your backside, as he pushed you her way. She had thrown the door open with a vigour that almost scared you. Her face had softened as she saw you, but only long enough to let you in, before continuing with her rage. So now you were sitting on her bed, watching her pace and complain.

"Why do they think they can dictate our lives like that? It's no one's fucking business who we're fucking! I should fucking rail you in front of the paparazzi so they actually have something to talk about. So much for fucking autonomy in this band!"

Her shouting was getting more erratic by the second. You simply stared, letting her blow off steam and hoping the storm would calm soon. You understood where she was coming from, you really did. And it was massively unfair and ridiculous. You had never wished for them to be a little less famous as much as you did now. But it wasn't a possibility. And their lives were... well, as they were, there was no way around that. As much as Vic hated being controlled like this, it would have been a lie to say management didn't have a point.

Maybe you had been a little naive getting involved with the four of them. The time spent at their house, alone or with select friends at best, had possibly been the best of your life. But it couldn't have continued that way forever, even if you had tried to be blind to it. The attention, both from the media and from fans, wasn't something you had taken into account and it had caught you off guard. It made you think maybe the options you had been given weren't such a bad idea. Whichever way you would end up choosing, it would at least bring clarity, put up some rules as to how to behave, at least in public, and what to say if push came to shove and questions demanded to be answered.

Vic was still walking back and forth, messing up her hair even more than it already was. You knew it was time to pull her out of her frenzied state.

"This isn't helping," you sighed, quietly, but it was enough. The second she turned to look at you, really look at you, it seemed like all the anger melted away in favour of something completely different. She didn't waste any time crossing the space between the two of you, easily climbing into your lap, straddling your thighs, as her arms wrapped around you.

"Fuck I'm sorry."

You weren't sure if you had spilled tears or if she was simply trying to comfort you. The way her fingers moved over your cheeks, right under your eyes, could have meant either. Her eyes were solely on you. Finally. You had her complete attention.

"You're right," she sighed against you. "I'm just so fucking angry that someone wants to police what we do."

You pulled her closer, chest to chest. Her heartbeat was erratic and fast against your own, but you could feel her whole body starting to settle down in your arms. You peppered kisses along her neck, more soft than teasing and you could feel a deep breath escape her ribcage.

"I just wish it all wasn't such a big deal," Vic finally said. "I couldn't care less what they write or say."

"I do," you admitted. Vic looked up, studying your face closely.

It was the truth, plain and simple. The band had chosen this life. They had accepted the complications that came with it. They knew it was worth every obstacle to make their dream come true. But that wasn't you. You had been thrown into the deep end without any warning and you had found out the sharks' bite was too dangerous for you.

"I... I'm sorry I didn't think about that. You deserve the privacy you need. Of course you do. It's not our burden to bear and it's not our decision to make." She seemed to be talking to herself more than anything else but you answered anyway.

"So you also think it's on me to say which option I want to go with?"

"Of course, it is," a voice boomed through the room moments before the door falling shut even alerted the two of you of someone else entering.

"Damiano! Why the fuck do you even have my room card!" Vic complained and wiggled in your lap but you simply held her tighter, unwilling to let go of her just yet. Damiano didn't explain, simply winked at her and threw the piece of plastic onto the counter before sitting down next to the two of you. His head dropped onto your shoulder and even though Vic wanted to pretend to be mad, she ended up softly stroking his hair. You removed one of your arms from her waist to wrap it around him instead. It was an awkward tangle, but it was what all three of you needed.

"Have you talked to Thomas yet?"

The question hung heavily in the room. You shook your head. You knew he was an important puzzle part, in a different way than the other three were. There was love, more than platonic love, between all of you, that much wasn't even a question. Obviously, you felt somewhat differently about all four of them. It would have been a lie to simplify it down to the level where it all felt the same with each of them. That wasn't what your love was about, either. But Thomas...

"You know we support you, whatever decision you feel is right, you know that?" Damiano asked as he lifted his head. He pressed a firm kiss against your forehead. "Your happiness matters. Everything else, we can deal with. We can figure it out. All the little details and tidbits. We can discuss it all in the morning, after a good night's sleep. Or a bad night's sleep, doesn't really matter. But I think you need to see Thomas now."

You knew he was right. Vic slowly slid off your lap to let her body drop onto the bed next to you, her touch never quite leaving you, hand on your back. Damiano gave your thigh a squeeze, a gesture that normally would have gotten you excited, but now your nerves were caused by entirely different reasons.

"You can do it, cucciola," Vic said, scratching slightly at your skin through the fabric of your shirt. "He loves you. Be brave."

You took one more look at both of them, knowing you had nothing but their full support, as you stood up, legs shaky. It was time to talk to Thomas.

You didn't know what to expect when Thomas opened the door. Damiano had offered to provide you with a room card, but it felt intrusive to simply barge in. Especially after you had more or less left him stranded after the meeting earlier.

Thomas looked rough. You didn't know how he had gotten himself so stressed in so little time that his appearance suggested he hadn't slept in a week. There was an uncertainty in his eyes you had never known before. He still allowed you to fall into him, press yourself against his chest and wordlessly demand him to hold you.

Being with Thomas felt like coming home. You knew he had about a hundred questions, you could see it in his face when you pulled away, but what was more important was that you knew you'd be okay. Both of you.

"I love you," you said, carefully holding his face in your hands. His eyes were deep, a mostly unexplored territory that you wanted to dive into more and more still, and right now they seemed to hold all the possibilities. You knew you needed to get out what you wanted to say before he would make you drift away, pull you back into the safety of his embrace, where nothing else much mattered anymore.

"I love you and I love the other three. I can't imagine my life without any of you and I don't want to. I've never been in love the way I have right now and I didn't think I could have these feelings for multiple people at once, but I do. I so do. And I assume you know I've talked to Ethan and Vic and Damiano and... well, they all seem to think my opinion weighs the most in this decision. And I think I've made it."

Thomas nodded, unable to keep himself from stealing a little kiss from you as you took a moment to gather your breath. You weren't sure if it was more for your or his own reassurance but you let him, without questions. His lips against yours made everything fall into place.

“Staying away, keeping myself hidden, never accompanying you on your trips again… I don’t think that’s an option, for as long as you’ll have me.”

“Of course, we’ll have you!” Thomas almost cried out before quieting down again with a smile that almost made him seem shy. “That’s not even a question.”

“Good,” you giggled, embracing the way the atmosphere in the room was starting to lose its heaviness. “So that leaves us with option two. Making it an official relationship. Making it public. Giving me the freedom to be around, to be in pictures, to be more than a dirty little secret.”

It felt like he was holding his breath.

“It wasn’t even a question of who I was going to choose. I love all of you, you know that, and I would never want to miss any of you. But if there’s one person I couldn’t imagine keeping my distance from in public, not holding their hand, not allowing myself to give them a kiss… It’s you, Thomas. It’s you.”

Thomas kissed you so hard it almost had you tumbling, but you clung to him with an unparalleled urgency. You were wrapped up in each other, a neverending tangle without any beginning or end, fuelled by nothing but love and lust and relief.

As if on purpose, Thomas’ phone chose this exact moment to emit a loud chime that had both of you stop in your tracks. A little fumbling - mainly caused by his unwillingness to let go of you - produced the object from his back pocket. A low groan followed. He let his head drop slightly, pressing his forehead against yours and you could only imagine how uncomfortable this position was with your height difference, but you didn’t dare complain.

“We have a showcase tonight,” he explained. “It’s only a few songs at a radio station, but I gotta go. I would ask you to come along, but…”

His eyes suddenly showcased a dangerous glint. You didn’t quite know what to make of it, but you were certain you’d find out soon enough. You always did.

“Maybe take the time to rest. Take a little nap. We’ll be back before you know it. We might have something planned for you…”

You were still a little sleepy when Thomas dragged you out of his bed and down the corridor of the hotel into someone else’s room. Somehow, despite the excitement about what Thomas had hinted at, the exhaustion had taken over and let you fall asleep the second he had pressed a kiss to the top of your head and left the room. Now, you were desperately shaking the last traces of drowsiness from your bones. You were sure something that would wake you up properly was waiting behind the door to Vic’s hotel room, though.

The room was dark when you entered, but not the solemn, depressing dark you had felt when you had hidden away with Ethan earlier. Instead, they had done their best with their limited ressources away from home, shut the drapes just to light up some candles and turn on some strategic lighting. The three of them turned around as soon as they heard you and Thomas, and you gasped a little at the sight. All of them were clad in gorgeous lingerie, dark red, lace, more seethrough than not, impossibly flattering. When you realised that Thomas was moving behind you, you turned around just in time to see him drop his jeans, shirt already gone, and reveal a tiny red thong that didn’t do anything to hide his manhood.

“How dare you be dressed like that and have the light so low that I can’t even fully appreciate you?” you giggled, making your way over to Vic, her nipples peeking through the thin material and begging you to touch them. You didn’t get very far before Ethan swung his arms around you pulling your back into his chest and keeping you close. You weren’t entirely sure if it was him being unable to keep his hands off you or him keeping you away from going after what you wanted. You assumed a little bit of both.

“Well, believe me when I say it won’t matter soon,” Vic teased, sharing looks with the others you couldn’t quite make sense of. “We’re not planning on letting you see a lot tonight.”

You barely noticed that Ethan had started tugging at your clothes until he motioned for you to lift your arms so he could remove your top. Damiano walked up to you, not hesitating in giving you a reassuring kiss, before helping Ethan get you out of your trousers. You felt horribly underdressed, having thrown on a rather random bra and a comfy pair of underwear this morning, but the way their eyes collectively studied your body built your confidence back up in seconds.

“We love you so much,” Damiano whispered against your lips, barely audible, but enough. “We always want you to be part of this, part of us. And if you want to, you will always belong to us.”

You nodded, breathing an I do back that almost felt ceremonious. Vic brought over a leather band, soft but expensive looking, a choker you realised. She held it up to you, kicking Damiano aside playfully, to let you see the engraved letters on its inside.

D - E - T - V

Blinking the tears away, you swallowed your emotions just enough to reclaim feeling of yourself, unwilling to let yourself be overcome by the multitude of thoughts in your head. You wriggled out of Ethan’s grasp and held onto Vic’s face, bringing her close enough to kiss her heavily, hoping and praying it would make her feel everything you were feeling in that moment, all the connectedness, the trust, the love, the unyielding devotion.

When you let go of her, Thomas grabbed the choker from her, gracefully laying it around your neck to close it at the back. Your fingers moved along the leather, feeling safe and protected under it.

“Do you trust us?” Thomas asked, a chaste kiss on your neck, just above your new accessory.

“With everything.”

"Perfect," Vic grinned knowingly, taking you by the hand and leading you over to her king-sized bed. "Because we're about to show you just how much we love you."

Mere months ago, this situation would have seemed absolutely ridiculous, a fever dream full of kinks you hadn't been quite sure you were into just yet, an idea so absurd it would have made you laugh. But now, right then and there, it all simply made perfect sense.

After delicately undressing you, showering you in kisses and soft touches all the way, and positioning you on the bed, each of them had gently grabbed hold of one of your limbs to securely tie them to a bedpost. You briefly realised how vulnerable your position was - completely naked and spread-eagled and at their mercy - but then they took off the little clothing they still had on and, maybe for the first time, it felt like so much more than sex when they looked at you.

"We want to try something a little different with you because tonight it all about you and how much we love you, okay?"

Damiano could have said anything at all and you would have agreed. It was almost overwhelming to know they would put all of their focus on you, but there wasn't a single doubt that you would be completely safe in their hands.

"How do you feel about gags?" Vic asked, dangling the leather in front of you, a ball in the middle of it, breathing holes making it just slightly less intimidating. You studied the accessory closely. They wouldn't be mad or disappointed if you said no. But looking at it now… the temptation was rising.

"How will I safeword?"

"If you can snap with your fingers, that's usually the easiest," Ethan explained. "We can also give you something to hold that makes noise when you drop it so we'll immediately stop. I also like to touch the tied-up person's hand intermittently, so you can squeeze once for green, twice for yellow and three times for red."

Ethan's hand found yours, testing how easily your restraints let you move, and you squeezed it experimentally, receiving a supportive nod from the drummer. You tried snapping, easily producing a loud sound that seemed to echo through the room.

"Snapping and squeezing it is!" Vic happily exclaimed. She climbed on top of your body, providing you with a dazzling view of her naked tits as she leaned down. The ball seemed to fit into your mouth perfectly, a sudden wave of panic vanished the second you realised you could breathe normally through the holes. You lifted your head to let her close the clasp and tighten it at the back of it. Her eyes were fiery but emotional as she took every inch of your face in.

You hadn't realised Thomas was moving until he held your hand and you didn't hesitate in giving it a singular squeeze.

"Green," he announced and you could see relief flooding Vic's face too. She moved off you just for Thomas to climb further towards you now. You recognised the silk mask he had used on you the night before in his hands. He held it up in question, you nodded immediately. It was only when he put it on your face that you realised how many of your senses were now impacted.

You couldn't move freely.

You couldn't speak properly.

You couldn't see at all.

That means you would have no idea who would be touching you, who would be where, or what you would be feeling. It excited and terrified you equal amounts but with the trust you had in them, you were prepared to let yourself fall and give up all control.

A hand traced along your body, starting at the side of your neck, along the curve of your breast, down your stomach, and your thigh, a teasing touch leaving goosebumps and an insatiable need for more. Another hand - a slightly different touch, more intent behind it, less softness - grabbed onto your other thigh, pulling at it to spread your legs open that little bit more with the room the restraints gave you. Then, a kiss on your collarbone, hot and wet, immediately making you arch into the contact, gone again too soon. A tongue licking up the valley between your breasts.

Your thoughts were spinning trying to figure out who was doing what to you. If their hands were strong enough to belong to Ethan. If their fingertips were calloused the way Thomas' would be. If their lips were as plush as Vic's. If their hot tongue against your flesh was devilish enough to be Damiano's.

And then they all collectively made you lose your mind. They were all over you, touches, kisses and licks, bites, scratches and spanks, manipulating you in any way they liked. It was impossible to tell where one body ended and the next one began and you realised it didn't matter. This wasn't a test, there was no need to figure out details. You were one with all of them, and they were one with you, losing themselves in love and pleasure the same way you were. Your moans mixed with theirs, some further away, some right in your ear to spur you on even more.

Someone was teasing your nipples in the most promising way, alternating between light touches and flicks, sometimes leaving you yearning for any contact at all just to put their mouth on one of them, sucking and slightly grazing their teeth against the sensitive flesh. You arched against it as much as you could, shamelessly demanding more. You felt hands between your legs, on the inside of your thighs, getting closer to your pussy, not quite there yet. A different hand found yours, holding onto it and you only just remembered the safeword system and squeezed it once. Then, out of nowhere, a tongue lapped against your wetness at the same time as a finger entered you and you instinctively squeezed again.

“Yellow!” Thomas called out and in an instant, every sort of touch left your body, as someone pushed the mask higher to allow you to regain vision and you felt the gag being loosened so you could speak.

“No! No! I’m sorry! False alarm!”

Four pairs of eyes looked at you quizzically and you were glad the room was dark enough so you only had to blink a few times to comfortably see again.

“I just got surprised and accidentally squeezed again, I promise I’m fine, please continue. Please continue.”

Damiano smirked at you, performatively holding up his hand to show you the wetness he had gathered on his finger, before putting it into his mouth and sucking it dry in an obscene gesture. You groaned, struggling against the restraints in an instinctive reaction, trying to reach out to him and get his mouth and hands back on you, but then Vic was pulling the mask over your eyes again as Thomas went to work on tightening the gag.

“Sounds like our cucciola wants more, why don’t we give it to her, hm? I think she deserves it.” Ethan’s voice was low and teasing and it spread tingles all over your body. “No mercy for this one.”

Ethan hadn’t even quite finished his sentence before you were once again under the influence of numerous touches all at once. With your mobility, your sight, and your speech gone, it felt like an attack on your other senses in the best way possible. There was a different mouth on your breasts this time, you could feel it in the way they licked and teased, less teeth, more subtlety. Then your brain went into overdrive when you felt the attention shift to between your legs. It was impossible to tell how many hands were on you, running up and down your thighs, giving them an unexpected spank every now and again, touches to your clit, gathering your wetness, pushing into you. Another finger entered you and from the movements alone you could tell it was two different hands pumping into you just from the misaligned rhythms until they managed to find a similar speed.

Someone moved up the bed and positioned themselves next to you and you quickly realised just who it was.

“You like it, don’t you? Having Ethan’s and Thomas’ fingers in you at the same time. Bet you already want more. I can tell how wet you are from here, I can hear it every time they thrust into you. How’s Damiano’s mouth feel on your clit?” You were confused for a second, but as if on command, his mouth indeed descended on you, teasingly sucking on your clit, leaving you trashing and moaning lowly. If you could, you’d be begging for more. “You love having all the attention on you, just being used by us. Our little puppet to do with whatever we like. Maybe I’ll get myself off on your thigh. Or I’ll remove your gag just so you can eat me out. Or I’ll just touch myself and let you hear how wet I am from watching you.”

“She’s getting even wetter from your words,” Ethan remarked with a chuckle. There was a sudden stretch, probably a third finger entering you, but it was getting hard to tell as you desperately tried to move against them. “Maybe she needs something else.”

You wanted to cry out when the fingers left you, but the gag meant you let out nothing more than a pathetic squeaky noise instead. But you weren’t left empty for long. The bed moved along with the people on it, someone - you assumed Ethan - was positioning themselves between your legs, and then you were finally filled with something much different. He felt perfect, moving slowly at first but already having you writhing underneath him. His grunts were close enough to make you lose your mind just that little bit more. You wanted to wrap your legs around him, draw him even closer but all you felt was the restraints on your ankles digging into your skin.

“He looks so good inside you”, Damiano mumbled into your ear. “You’re taking him so well, so deeply, I can’t wait to be the one fucking you.”

You could hear moans all around you, several touches on your body you knew didn’t belong to Ethan but you couldn’t quite place in the chaos in your head. You wondered if any of them were touching themselves, getting off, enjoying the fact that all you could do was wonder but never know. And then Ethan increased his speed, and your thoughts blurred into nothing at all.

Someone’s hand travelled down your body, leaving little scratches on your skin, before finding your clit. You clenched around Ethan, who replied with a low moan, his hair tickling your skin as he continued to pound into you. You could feel yourself getting closer but before you had any chance to get lost in the feeling, Ethan came inside of you, emptying himself with a few more strokes that hit you so perfectly you wanted to cry, before pulling out. Your body was twitching, desperate for more, willing to do whatever it took to achieve your own orgasm. Anything but snap.

“Good thing you have a few more chances to come tonight,” Vic teased, peppering your neck and chest in kisses. “How about a different type of stimulation?”

You could hear the tell-tale noise before you felt it. Then Vic slid down your body and pressed the vibrator, something long and large, against you, and you erupted in whatever noises were possible behind the gag. There was some shuffling and it felt like she was almost climbing onto your body and when she suddenly moaned, loudly and unhinged, you knew she had positioned herself against the toy as well. The boys busied themselves ravishing your body any other way they could, making sure not a single inch of your skin was untouched for too long. A hand briefly touched yours, just for you to give a clear, singular squeeze back.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” Vic’s voice was low and breathy and you could tell how much the vibrations were affecting her as she moved on top of you. You could basically see her in your mind, humping the toy, moving it further onto you, tits bouncing beautifully, hair wild, and you would kill for the real view, but you were determined not to safeword out of it just to get a visual. She fumbled with the device and only a split second later, the vibrations increased and any thoughts that didn’t revolve around coming right then and there evaporated from your brain.

“Come for me, gorgeous,” she mumbled and when someone dragged their teeth over your nipple while you felt teasing hands on your thighs and hips and breasts, you did just that. With a high-pitched noise that was much more muffled than expected, you buckled wildly against Vic and the toy, riding out your orgasm until it had reached every corner and crevice of your body. Vic followed almost immediately after, her noises much more contained, low breaths and moans that sounded like music to your ears. She climbed off you, a low thud suggesting she had thrown the vibrator somewhere on the floor, and a hand that was unmistakably hers reached up your arm to your hand. One squeeze. A kiss to your cheek.

“Don’t think you’re done yet,” Damiano said and you could hear the smirk in his voice. “Think you can take a little more?”

Your nodding was frantic. You could hear Thomas giggle in delight next to you. But it was Damiano who decided to take his turn for now. Positioning himself over your body, he gave you a little breather as he started kissing down your neck, playing with the choker, giving it enough of a tug for you to catch your breath without actually restricting your air intake. He licked down your chest, leaving love bites that would surely evolve into hickeys, missing your breasts completely before wandering further down. Your hips moved on their own account when his tongue moved between your folds, almost making you twitch in overstimulation from the vibration Vic had subjected you to. You wanted to mumble more and please and tell him how much you needed him but you couldn’t.

“She’s struggling against the gag,” Thomas remarked. “Do you want it off?”

You weren’t sure if the question was directed at you but quickly shook your head. You wanted this, all of it, in whichever way they had planned for you and if anything, the desperation stemming from the distance between what you wanted and what you were able to do only made everything that more exciting.

“Good girl,” Thomas whispered into your ear, causing shivers once again.

You had barely noticed that Damiano had moved away again, too focused on Thomas’ voice so close to you, but then you felt his cock against you, gathering your wetness and bumping against your clit, and your attention was back on him immediately. He couldn’t hold himself back for long, it seemed, pushing inside you easily as he moaned loudly. You were sensitive still, but having him inside you felt like a much-needed desire fulfilled after Vic’s vibrator had tortured your clit so perfectly. You moved against him as much as possible, still craving more, craving him, craving another release. He was frantic as he thrust into you, much more desperate to come than you were, and you allowed him to use your body to his pleasure, to take whatever he needed from you, as the others kept caressing your skin delicately.

He didn’t take long at all. With an uninhibited moan that almost sounded pornographic, Damiano came, thrusting into you a few more times in a desperate attempt to chase every last second of it before almost collapsing on you. His face buried into the side of your neck as his laboured breathing fanned against your skin. You once again felt on the edge of overwhelmed at the need to wrap your arms and thighs around him properly, tugging at the bonds. A few more kisses as soon as he had caught his breath before he removed himself from your body.

You knew what was about to follow. Everyone had gotten off. Everyone but Thomas. There was a lot of shuffling on the bed, bodies moving around you, touching you, on purpose and fleetingly at the same time. When a hand found yours you immediately knew it was Thomas, suddenly increasingly aware of the way his fingers intertwined with yours, how his palm molded against yours, and all of a sudden, it shifted and-

You squeezed three times at the same time as your other hand started snapping.

The need for a different type of intimacy had overwhelmed you out of nowhere and before you had even managed to fully understand what was happening, you knew you needed out.

Everyone set into motion all at once, no questions asked, as your restraints were unbound, the blindfold moved away, the gag opened and tossed to the side. Hands working as quickly as possible while still being the gentlest you could have wished for. No one spoke for a moment, everyone busy making sure you seemed unharmed, soft touches to your wrists and ankles, but you didn’t care about any of it.

The second you laid eyes on Thomas, kneeling on the bed next to you, face full of worry, you grabbed onto him, embracing him with all you had.

“Sorry,” you whispered into his hair as you held him close, but even with your voice quiet you knew it was silent enough in the room for the others to hear. “I loved it, I really did but… I need to see you all now. And I need to touch you. All of it.”

Thomas was holding you tightly, his hand stroking your back in a calming pattern. Someone's hand was in your hair, petting it softly, all of them assuring you with words of comfort and love. Thomas moved you just enough for him to be able to look into your eyes, the movement shifting you slightly off his body and letting you feel the prominent erection between his legs. But all his attention was solely on you.

“What do you need?”

“You,” you breathed. “Maybe… maybe we can do it like the first time.”

Thomas didn't hesitate, immediately moving toward the top of the bed so he could sit back against the headboard. His hands reached out for you in an unmistakable invitation and you easily slid into his lap. Both of you simply looked at each other for a moment, lazy smiles on your faces as you reminisced about how far you'd come from that very first time you shared with him. Then you kissed him, wild and passionate, and let him slide into you.

Thomas wrecked his mouth away from yours in a loud moan but your lips were immediately claimed again. Ethan held your head in his hands as he kissed you, unbothered by the way you started slightly moving on top of Thomas, whose fingers were digging into your hips in heavenly pain. Vic was behind you now, straddling Thomas’ legs and pushing her body flush against yours, her bare tits rubbing against your back. Her hands reached around, massaging your bouncing breasts as you increased your speed, Ethan’s mouth unable to keep up and attaching itself to your neck instead.

Thomas was a moaning and mumbling mess underneath you as your hands found his chest. His head was thrown back but you kept eye contact as much as you possibly could, needing that connection with him, and it seemed he did the same.

Then Damiano’s fingers were on your clit and you could feel yourself barrelling toward your orgasm. It was perfect, all of it. Four people around you, loving you wholly and truly for who you were, bending to your every wish to put your pleasure above theirs. This was what goddesses must feel like, you decided, sitting on a perfect throne, every possible need met without even having to ask for it.

Thomas was buckling underneath you, moving against you as much as he possibly could as you pulled him in for another searing kiss, on his mouth, his cheeks, his chin, wherever you could land your lips as you bounced on his cock.

“I love you,” he whispered in a delightfully breathy tone and when Vic tweaked your left nipple, Ethan bit a little hickey into your throat and Damiano flicked against your clit, you came undone in a perfect symphony of sounds. It kept coming in waves, again and again, the attacks on your body not ceasing as you soared through your high, feeling it travel through your body until it reached the outermost corners of your limbs and right back to your burning core. The intensity was unparalleled.

The only thing that kept you from collapsing on top of Thomas was the knowledge that he hadn’t come yet. Everyone else finally moved away from you, sensing you were on the verge of overstimulation, so you pressed your chest against Thomas again, getting him as close as possible. His eyes were closed in pure ecstasy. You leaned down to him, whispering dirty words of love in his ears, spurring him on, and as you clenched around him once more, he let go. The most beautiful sight of your lover coming undone filled your vision, jaw slacked, hands firmly grasping onto the flesh of your hips, face heated up and blushing in the prettiest way. You’d be happy to see it for the rest of your life.

When you woke up in the middle of the night, you found perfection. You barely remembered falling asleep, assuming you had done so in the middle and the safety of everyone’s aftercare, but you were overjoyed to realise that you were surrounded by four bodies, still. The space in Vic’s king-sized bed was limited, but everyone seemed to have instinctively taken up only as much space as absolutely needed, intertwined with each other in a tangle that kept you close together.

Thomas was next to you, face to face like you always used to sleep, back in the days, when it was innocent sleepovers with feelings neither of you had tapped into just yet. His arm was lazily slung around your middle, one of his legs between yours, foreheads touching. You could feel his breath on your cheek and if it had been anyone else, it surely would have annoyed you to no end. Not with Thomas, though.

Behind you, Victoria’s body was pressed into yours, not for lack of space, but simply because you both needed to be closer. She was still naked, as usual when she slept, and you revelled in the heat she was omitting. Her hand on your hip felt like a silent reassurance.

Lifting your head ever so slightly, you could see Damiano on her other side. He was on his back, a supremely relaxed look on his face. The sheet was covering his lower half, right where his Mammamia tattoo was peeking out. His left arm was reaching under Vic’s neck, below her pillow, and Vic’s other hand held onto it tightly.

Ethan was lying behind Thomas, facing his back, his long, dark hair all over the pillows like a chaotic halo. He looked peaceful in a way only he could. His arm was on Thomas’ waist, his hand on his lower stomach, holding him tightly, even in his sleep. It looked incredibly safe. You reached out, softly passing over Thomas’ soft skin, until you touched Ethan’s fingers. They reacted immediately, the slightest flinch, a movement, as if they were looking for you.

You leaned back down and cuddled further into Thomas.

This was where you were supposed to be. With Thomas, with Vic, with Ethan, with Damiano. You traced the soft leather still around your neck. You had found your place and it was not only among but right in the middle of these four people that had stolen your heart so completely. It didn’t matter what anyone else thought. What anyone else wanted, demanded of you. You’d conquer it all. Everything for now and forever, intertwined and connected with the loves of your life.

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