#never did make a post or tag for Raggy...

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New TADC episode is setting up my wife having a terrible time, I can't stop being in relationships with people who wind up dead or worse !

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Shadows and Snow Angels

Chapter 1 - A little bundle

Azriel x Reader, Azriel x child OCs

Normally when your mate Azriel comes home from the camps and asks you not to get mad it's because he brought home another wounded animal, not a baby boy...

Word count: 1.4k

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Requested: Sorta. This prompt wasn't requested to me per se, but I saw @romantasyreader28 made a post wanting someone to write it and it inspired me.

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Series warnings: past emotional abuse, past physical abuse, past emotional trauma, non explicit thoughts of suicide, depression, parental doubt, child abandonment, past child abandonment, brief talk of past pregnancy. no details mentioned, mention of non explicit SA. Every chapter will be individually tagged.

Author's note: I just wanted to say that this prompt pulled me out of a really bad writing slump after my co-writer/biscuit making master childhood kitty unfortunately passed about 2 months ago. So thank you @romantasyreader28, this story really helped me get back into writing and I hope you really enjoy it. It did deviate slightly from your original prompt but I hope that the fact that this will be a series makes up for it. Enjoy!

Author's note 2: hey so I lied, I got a boost of energy and actually finished this early, so I'm only 1 day late. I'm going to try and put a fic or drabble out every Friday but please be aware I'm in the middle of moving so if I miss a day or am late, it's probably for good reason.

Chapter warnings: brief talk of past child abandonment, non explicit memories of child abuse, brief mention of being pregnant, implied SA, some cursing but not much.

See normally when your mate Azriel comes home from the camps and asks you not to be mad, it's because he brought home another wounded animal, not a baby boy...

"Please don't be upset, Devlon said that if someone didn't take him then he was going to send him off to another camp and he would end up just like Cass... I couldn't just leave him like that." His Shadows reached out to you invitingly, curling and spinning like they were excited. "Love, please say something..."

Your mate never rambled, it wasn't in his nature and that's what shocked you the most to be honest. So you sat where you were on the couch, mid bite of pizza, trying to figure out if he actually adopted a baby without telling you, or if he just decided to babysit Nyx for the night and is pranking you. No, no he definitely adopted a baby and didn't tell you, that sounds about right for him.

"Azriel, tell me that this is a prank and that, THAT little boy is just our nephew in a table cloth..." You set down your plate of food and walked over to your mate, Shadows now running up your back and sitting on your shoulders calmly. You knew, you just had a feeling in your gut that he was not just joking around.

Azriel was clutching the small bundle to his chest as if it would disappear if he loosened his grip even slightly. You came and pulled back the fabric to see a small Illyrian infant tightly wrapped in a tattered excuse of a baby blanket. You gasped and clapped a hand over your mouth as you saw the most precious little thing, he had no clothes but the blanket. A lithe inky Shadow jumped from your hand and into the little boy. It nuzzled his cheek lovingly before returning to rest under your mates wing.

You scooped the baby up out of Azriels arms before he could react and practically ran upstairs to the nursery. You quickly set him on the changing table and unfurled the raggy fabric. The poor thing didn't even have a diaper just mess of fabric pinned against him. You didn't have to even leave the changing station seeing as the shadows that followed you up the stairs had a clean garment waiting right next to you. As you were changing him into a fresh, actual diaper, you heard Azriel's footsteps coming up the stairs behind you.

"Babe, I know that you have a perfectly reasonable explanation but your timing is kind of horrible Azzie..." You said only half joking as you handed him the baby back gently and grabbed the nearest actual blanket to wrap around him snuggly. You quickly ran to dress your sleeping baby girl is some warm clothes and a blanket too. Barely 2 weeks old and the little Astrid was already mixed into the family drama.

"Where are we going?" Azriel asked tentatively. He was holding the baby like a statue, only holding him right because of how you handed him over. Azriel's Shadows swarmed Astrid the moment you set her down to go nuzzle and love on her. You had taught them to be careful to not completely smother her. It was said that a Shadowsinger's Shadows would only listen to their master. Maybe it was the mating bond, maybe they just liked you but sometimes it seemed that the inky void that shrouds your mate, liked you better.

"Az, you know how to hold a baby, you know cuz your and Uncle... And a Father..." You set your still sleeping daughter back in her crib for a moment and padded over and cradle your mates face in your hand, your other intertwined with his scared one gently. "I'm not mad at you. Just, you do realize that we've only had Astrid for a couple of weeks and now... Raising two infants at once isnt easy. i mean look at a your brother. Rhys is one of the most put together males I know and he's been a reck with only Nyx to worry about."

"I know, and I'm sorry for not telling you. I was afraid if I didn't bring him home now Devlon might have sent him off before I could get back." Azriels shoulders seemed to finally relax a shadow falling from his mess of curls to sit around his neck calming. His grip on the swaddled little one became natural again. "You still didn't tell me where we are going, it past 1 in the morning."

You picked up Astrid, shooing away the inky void that doted on her constantly and walked to your bedroom to grab your shoes and your coat. Azriel stood in the hallway that lead back downstairs, waiting for you patiently. He was bouncing the little boy in his arms gently, this parental instincts finally coming back to him when the little one started to cry.

"Feyre always said that we could head over to the river house in a time of emergency and I'm declaring 'we just adopted a little boy with no clothes or anything we need to take care for a second baby,' an emergency. She probably still has some clothes that is too small for Nyx laying around, for now at least."

You both decided to walk the short distance to you home to the giant river house. Your daughters wings fluttered at the feel of snowflakes melting on the every so often. You both walked close together, as you usually did, babys in arms, the quiet of velaris washed over the two of you like a blanket. You could feel Azriel's Shadows almost climbing up your legs and coming to rest on your shoulders to admire their masters daughter.

"Ok..." You said slowly your head clearing with the fresh chilled air. "I'm not mad, stressed the fuck out, but I'm not mad.. But I'm going to ask some questions and I need better than 'I don't know', ok?" You needed to hear what happened, as much as it happens, it's rare for a baby to end up with no one and you wanted to know everything about this little life that you were about to add to your family.

Azriel nodded his head, his eyes trailed over the white city. As tense as he always looked, Azriel's Shadows curled up under his wings comfortably. He cradled the infant tightly to his chest, scarred fingers gently played with the edge of the blanket as you both walked. Normally the Shadows would flock to you when you had Astrid but they seemed to have divided, wanting to look over and cuddle both babys.

"Does he have a name?" You start with. As you cross the Sidra you can smell the food coming from the rainbow. You could even hear the faint sound of music booming, Rita's not being far away. You still can't believe that days of going out and partying until sunrise with your family wouldn't be an option for a long, long while.

"Not that I know of." He shrugged, adjusting the blanket so the infants wings fan out comfortably after he started to fuss. The boy seemed to be a calm baby so far but you would be taking him to madja bright and early tomorrow just to make sure nothing was wrong.

"How old is he?"

"Devlon said he's somewhere around 6 months old, but he didn't know specifics. He just said that his father was killed in the blood rite this year and his mother was... Like I said, he would have been just another Cass..." He bounced the little boy in his arms, more to soothe himself than the baby. "I just..."

You shook your hands before he could continue. Your blood boiled in your veins, and you had to take multiple deep breaths to keep from crying. You loved your mate dearly, and his brothers were your family, the best you could have asked for but Illyrians in general made you so angry most of the time! They treat females like property and they steal them just the same. Then the female gets shamed for being pregnant without a husband or killed seems like in this case it was the latter... If he really was like Cass, you prayed to the Cauldron that his mother had a peaceful second life after what she no doubt endured.

"Well, if we're going to keep him, he's going to need a name." You said with a smile as you neared the side walk that lead up to the river house. Your mate had the biggest heart and the kindest soul, you didn't care what anyone said, you knew him best. This male brought home countless animals so he could nurse them back to health. He always made sure that nothing bad happened to those animals. He would buy medicine and bandages and countless other things to try and heal them and if they didn't make it, they earned a spot in your backyard with the other rainbow pets, as Azriel likes to call them. If the Mother sent him a baby then she meant for us to be the ones to love him.

Azriel thought for a bit. He only looked up once we stood at the front door of his brother's home.

"What about Rhain?" A shadow flew up and wrapped around the door knocker, knocking loudly before returning to your mates shoulder.

"Why Rhain?" You asked before knocking again louder this time before you saw a light turn on inside meaning you got somes attention.

Azriel shrugged his shoulders and shook his head with the smallest smile coming to rest over his face. He looked down at the bundled little baby with a fondness you only seen him show to your daughter. You heard shuffling on the other side of the door and smiled at your mate before your brother in law opened the door, looking very much worse for wear.

"Rhain it is."

FYI Rhain, pronounced Rain or Rine, either is fine means strength, power, resistance, and potential. It also means 'the spear' in Welsh.

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Alyssa Romano Is A Consummate Professional (19148 words) by spitefulangel Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Måneskin (Band) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Damiano David & Original Female Character, Damiano David/Ethan Torchio, Damiano David & Victoria De Angelis & Thomas Raggi & Ethan Torchio Characters: Damiano David, Original Female Character, Victoria De Angelis, Thomas Raggi, Ethan Torchio, Damon Baker Additional Tags: Friendship, Developing Friendships, Poly Undertones Series: Part 14 of meet me there where it's never hopeless Summary: "So it turns out that Damiano David is a chaos demon in the body of a twenty-five-year-old Italian man, he goes at a hundred miles an hour all the time, talks at two hundred miles an hour, he can sing like an angel but he’s chaos personified and I genuinely cannot keep up with him. I do my best, but I feel like I’m just trailing along behind him all the time, always at least ten steps behind." Damiano's assistant Alyssa is very, very out of her depth.

Chapter 6, The Prison-and-Mugshots-and-Getting-Spectacular-Results Incident now posted! In which Damiano has had a brilliant idea for a video. Yes, again. Alyssa has a migraine coming on. But some unintended consequences do turn out to make her life a little easier. Kind of.

Well, he's done it again, hasn't he? He's been a good boy for five minutes, it's only fair if he gets to cut loose a bit, right? XDDDDD I have been laughing so hard for at least a week.

I was chatting to my lovely friend @malkaleh, to whom Ariel belongs, and we got to wondering what might happen if someone in Alyssa's office was a little bit less open-minded than she is. And lo, the very awful Brayden sprang into being. We both rather needed to see a bigot being put in his place, just at the moment, so a fair bit of this chapter is entirely self-indulgent wish-fulfilment. Bit of a warning for some homophobic and xenophobic language in the second part.

Anyone who's following not just a thing might recognise Damiano's friend Damon, of whom I have become very fond indeed. :D He really did take the photos, and they really did post them like that. :D Which is one of the reasons I've been laughing for a week straight. XDDDD

@dancerinthestorm, here's another chapter for your commute! :D

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First Choice - Thomas Raggi

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Pairing: Thomas Raggi x Reader (she/her)

Requested: Yes (by the absolute sunflower of a human @myfavguitarboythomasraggi )

Summary: On a day in which Y/N is feeling hurt and upset, Thomas is there to help her through it all and soothe her.

Warnings: Fluff and comfort (Is that even a warning?); Can get a little bit emotional; Proofread, but there is a chance there are mistakes, since I typed this out before falling asleep. 

A/N: Hey, guys! After I was gone for about a week, I am finally coming back with yet another Thomas request (yes, I love him he makes me happy, shush); I will probably be gone next week as well because I have exams. All the love, Axe! <3

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Raindrops hit her skin as she remained idle in the front yard despite the downpour, digging through flower pots and replanting. "At least the rain does." She murmured to herself, a small smear of dirt appearing on her cheek as she tried to wipe some droplets off of her face. 

"Sun?" Thomas made his way to the garden - moisture making his golden hair stick to his skin. "What are you doing out here? It's raining! Get back inside!" The boy tried to get Y/N off the ground and back inside the house, but as soon as his fingertips brushed her bicep she pulled back. 

"Don't touch me!" She regretted her choice of tone, the second the words left her mouth. She didn't mean to snap at him. She was upset at the world and how unfair it had been lately, but that wasn't Thomas' fault. 

"Woah, okay... Sorry. I just want you to get back inside. I don't want you to get sick." He fiddled with his fingers, remaining idle next to her - within arms reach, but not close enough to make her feel suffocated. 

"I'm sorry I snapped." Y/N apologised. 

"It's okay, sun. We all have our days." As he continued to play with his hands, her gaze slipped over a flat, silver band - the engagement ring she had given him. 

"I usually don't." Y/N/N continued, maybe she was realising she wasn't doing good now, maybe she just wanted to take her mind off. "I have been very snappy usually and I'm sorry." Confusion bubbled in Thom's gaze as he looked at her. 

"What's wrong?" 

"Nothing." She murmured and got back to her orchid. The man, clearly fed up, took the pot out of her hands. She didn't yell at him this time. 

"I can tell that you are about to cry, even when you bite your lip and say you are alright, you know?" It was now Y/N's turn to be confused - she had no idea what he was talking about. "Yeah? Every time you are about to cry you do that thing where you suck on your lower lip as tears flood your eyes and then you blink through them as you sink your teeth in." She dug through her memory. She did do that. How come she had never noticed? How come nobody ever noticed? 

"I wish I was their first choice." Y/N muttered the words that had been weighting her soul down, finally releasing them into the world. 

"First choice?"

"No one will choose me first, Thom. My mother prefers my brother over me. He on the other hand claims he loves me, but we both know if it comes down to choosing, he will pick his wife. My friends prefer me, because they would feel bad if they left me. Those who left regardless, still talk to my brother, yet they haven't uttered a single word my way... God, Thomas do you know how much it sucks to not be someone... Anyone's first choice!? It's awful." The boy nodded. His arms were wrapped around his fiancee, his face nestled in the crook of her neck as he listened to her talk. He breathed a few times and swallowed the first waves of "No, no, no"-s he was about to speak had he not bitten his tongue. 

"I hope you know that's not true." The guitarist straightened his back. "Because you will always be my first choice. Always. For everything. And you probably already know that, and I know that one person is probably not enough for you and I don't blame you - it shouldn't be. If I could I would make all those people you just listed make you their priority, but guess what, sunflower? People are like that sometimes. Cruel and rude, without even realising it. And I know you've heard that this is for the better and that it's a lie your brain has made up, but I won't tell you that. This isn't for the better. Some of those people that left sucked, some of the people who stuck around suck, but you already know that, you just want them because they were special for you and you were special to them. You want them because you want what you had back. But guess what? They don't hold that memory. It's still in you even if they are away. Regardless I understand why you feel this way. And I know there's not much I can offer, but since you kinda proposed to me and I like to believe that is a pretty good indication of the choice hierarchy for now, would you care to choose me and come watch a movie and cuddle? Because this rain is driving me mad!" Y/N smiled at the boy's words.

"Sure." The girl took a glimpse of the grey skies with dark clouds swirling inside.

“Hey, sunshine.” Thomas brought his hand under her chin. “You don’t have to go. You don’t have to change. You don’t have to grow if you don’t want to. If you want to be who you used to be, be who you used to be. That’s not a step back.” The boy took her hand in his pulling her to the house. “Change hurts. I know you aren’t scared of it, you just don’t want to change, so don’t. I won’t be upset with you if you decide you prefer being the way you used to be. I won’t be upset with you if you decide to change either. I love you. And you will always be my first choice; the you now, the you from 5 years ago, the you from 4 months ago, the you 7 years in the future. I don’t care if you come home every day talking to me about the same flower shop on the corner of the street, or if you prefer saying stuff without actually saying it; I don’t care if you cry on my shoulder every night over the same people I hate, but you love. I love you. To pieces.” Y/N’s eyes welled with tears yet again.

“I love you, too. To pieces. Thank you, for everything.” The girl crumpled in the boy’s arms as he picked her up and brought her in the house. Her gaze rose to the sky once again. “At least I will always have the rain and Thommy.”

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Shy // Headcannons

words // around 900

warnings // none

author's note // this is a little short but I genuinely couldn't come up a lot. im sorry im just having some bad mental health days. also im sorry to the 2 people on the tag list lol for forgetting to tag them on the last fic, lol. if anyone wants to be tagged let me know, if you just want to chat about maneskin and little scenarios I'm thinking of maybe having a "sleepover" once a week where instead of posting longer fics I can simply reply to asks with mini scenarios? let me know if you like that idea cause i would loooove it

request // yes, here

summary // the band with a shy (or socially anxious) s/o

Damiano David

we all know this man is all over the place

in a good way of course

he is confident, outspoken and just out there in general

although a paradox he would be perfect with a shy person

he draws the attention to him when you need him to take it away from you

but he gives you all his attention when you need it

he would be really comforting to a shy s/o

“Do you want to get out of here? Is it too crowded? it is too crowded, omg. come on, lets go”

is always there to make interactions with people easier

“so, this is my partner, y/n. They are great.”

will introduce you to someone really proudly and would not leave even for a second unless he saw you had gotten comfortable around that person

will literally hold off going to the restroom if he sees you’re still shy around whoever you two speak to.

“Damiano, just go! It’s fine”

this is funny, don’t judge me

has no problem doing all the talking for you

“You want me to order for you? no problem. Yes, hi, could we please get-”

in general, damiano is literally there to do the s o c i a l i z i n g for you when you need him to

Victoria De Angelis

vic is also the type of person that would quickly cover up for your shyness

will not even ask if you want her to order for you, she already knows

“Have you decided what you want, babe? oh, great.”

casually waits for the waiter before ordering for both of you

i feel victoria is a little more “pushy” and let me explain this

she will not force you to socialize but she will push you to familiarize yourself with crowded places

will always be with you of course

“Come on baby, I know it is crowded, but I am here, ok?”

has a plan on how you guys will go about if she has to introduce you to someone

it’s not that she will not do the socializing for you if she has to but she will be there to encourage you to step out of your comfort zone regarding it.

not too much, and never alone, but just enough to make you more comfortable around new faces

like she will make phone calls for you, the ordering for you and all but under other circumstances she pushes you to work on the shyness a bit

Thomas Raggi

I feel like thomas is equally as shy so the game is played between the mood you guys have that day

when the one is having a “shy-er” day (lol) the other will do the phone calls and what not

“thomas, call over the waiter, we need to pay so we can leave”

“why don’t you? they are in your peripheral view”

“cause i did it last time thom! now call over the waiter!”

“y/n!”

“Is everything ok? Anything else I can get you two?”

“Y-yes. the check please”

embarrassing

generally tho you two tend to kind of ‘give strength’ to each other when you have to do something like that.

like holding hands and giving each other encouraging words before having to interact with someone

lol my friends and I do exactly that!

although I see Thomas being a little sneaky sometimes and just avoiding to do something until you are fed up and you have to

oooops

Ethan Torchio

now, although ethan is my personal favorite I would hate this so much (as a shy person myself)

he isn’t very shy exactly, just introverted

he also just has this vibe to him

daddy™ lol

that is just like yeah he can surely do the socializing for you but he is just not going to

Is he going to be an ass about it? no

Is he going to leave you alone to do it? no

but he will not make a phone call for you or order for you

unless he sees that it is stressing you out too much

“no, y/n, you can do it. I believe in you.”

he is going to be encouraging about it, not forceful and disrespectful

if he sees that you feel very pressured that day he’ll shut up and do it for you

like i can see him being next to you while you have to make a call, the phone on speaker and holding your hand for moral support

lol idk but I just don’t see him taking over

he wants to help you be calmer, but he also wants to help you working around the shyness

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More than your beauty // Thomas Raggi

words // 884

warnings // some descriptive self depricating thoughts, other than that its fluff. cliche as hell lol

pairing // Thomas Raggi x F!Reader

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. i hope you are all ok and safe, especially if you are anywhere near any fires around the world.

request // yes, but I have no energy to search for it omg

summary // Reader is feeling quite insecure, more thoughts than she wanted are taking over her mind. Thomas finds her laying on their bed looking at photos of "everything she's not" while crying. The man can not stand how his love belittles herself that way while minimizing her worth to her looks.

This was not always a problem. Y/N was not always insecure to the point of breaking down. At least not when meeting Thomas. It was such a hard journey to finally learn to love herself, no dependency on anybody to validate to her what has been simply a fact: she’s wonderful, inside and out.

That’s exactly what drew Thomas in. Such a beautiful person with such a delightful soul, a presence that could simply put the guitarist to rest anytime he needed to relax. His perfect little partner in mischief. He was head over heels since maybe the beginning.

After the two started dating (and more specifically after the public got whiff of their relationship), that’s when things started going downhill for Y/N. All the comments on the daily, the posts about her appearance and how she ‘is not enough for Thomas’; all of it could break even the strongest of characters no matter how much one can try to deny it. The worst of all was all the comparison, to who they initially thought the man was dating and even his bandmate, Victoria. As much as Y/n adored the bassist, the comments comparing the two were painful as it gets.

At this moment, Thomas’ lover was sitting on his bed (the man himself being at rehearsals) thinkin about all those things that ‘should drive Thomas away’ from her. Your hair is not long enough, not light enough, not dark enough, not straight enough. Agh, those eyes… Who can even look into them and not be grossed out. The small scar from acne as a teenager, terrible. Those words kept haunting her, ruining her by the second. And truly within seconds there were tears in the girl’s eyes, one’s that would not stop pouring.

“I’ll go upstairs,” Thomas informed his friends, “I want to check on my love.”

Everyone in the house would joke about the infatuation he has for his partner, but Thomas does not mind. If anything, the jokes fuel his love even more, reminding him why he loves Y/N so much.

He couldn’t have been prepared for the sight in front of him when he walked in the bedroom. Y/N was on the floor crying, body towards the bed, face buried in the sheets and her arms. It was heartbreaking to see and Thomas could hear his heart whither at the sight.

“Cucciola,” he whispered, acting in an instant to pick her up, “hey, amore, it’s ok. I got you- sh, sh- I got you. It’s alright.”

His words did little to calm his lover down, if anything making it worse. He was the last person Y/N wanted to see in the state she found herself in. He just couldn’t see her like that, with tears in her eyes and sobbing. And for what? Stupid comments.

“What happened, my love?” His voice was smooth coming out his lips, leaving kisses around her face.

“It’s nothing, Thom-”

“It’s not nothing, Y/N. You’re crying. It’s something.”

Y/N knew there was no escaping Thomas now. He already saw, he already knew pretty much. Telling him the truth was the only logical thing to do. “Am I good enough for you, Thommy?” Yet once again his heart started breaking. “Of course, love, what are you even thinking about?”

“I mean, look at this girl. She’d be perfect for you. And Victoria, oh my god, she is beautiful as it gets! Why are you with me?”

If it was possible for his jaw to truly reach the ground like in cartoons then Thomas’ jaw would have done just that. This was downright the craziest thing he ever heard, a thought that not even a little bit crossed his mind. Not when he met her or started dating her and especially not now.

“Y/N. Amore - amore della mia vita… Where is this coming from? How’d you even think that?” So many questions he had now.

“I-I- nothing. Just stumbled across some photos and that’s that…”

Thomas was not convinced but he knew not to push any further right now, instead opting for stating his side in this situation.

“Amore,” he began, taking the girl’s hands in his own, “you are indeed looking beautiful. Always, in your all over the place state in the mornings and you're all dressed up at night. You amaze me by how beautiful you are.”

It was now Y/N’s turn to get shocked. It’s not like her lover did not show her affection and care on a daily basis, but the man has a bit of a hard time with words sometimes, usually going for actions.

“I’m not with you because of how you look, cucciola. I am with you because I love you. Because I love how you hug me when I cry, how you never shame me for the things that make me, me. I love you because you bring the light into my life, even in the darkest of days.”

No words came out of Y/N’s mouth, only sitting there and trying to process the words that were spoken. But Thomas had a different plan, lips crashing onto hers, conveying all of his love in that small little kiss.

“You are so much more than your beauty, my love.”

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Best Years // Thomas Raggi // Playlist

words // 1109

warnings // angst as hell, why am i writing so much angst? I dont know

pairing // Thomas Raggi x GN!Reader

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. sorry I did not post yesterday, i was not feeling really inspired at all so yeah, but thankfully that's changed today so here. WHO LET ME WRITE SO MUCH ANGST SOMEONE STOP ME OMG. Unless you like the angst, then don't stop me 😉 Also please forgive me for making Thomas the bad guy on this fic, i literally randomly picked the songs for these fics at first without thinking of the lyrics so now I'm stuck with the consequences of angst

request // nope

summary // Thomas and reader have been having an on and off relationship. One moment they are together, the next they are entertaining other people; but in the end they only ever think of each other.

“Don’t you just feel great, here, like that, with me holding you?” The man was lying on the bed of his hotel room, his partner in his arms, simply basking in the afterglow of what went down a few minutes ago.

Y/N just smiled at him, eyes closed and head resting on his shoulder. “Mhm,” they simply mumbled, drifting off to sleep.

By the time morning came around Thomas had already gotten up, leaving his partner alone in the bed before abandoning the room heading for the dinning area for breakfast. When he got to it his bandmates were already there, sitting at a table and eating, only giving him a disappointed look.

“You didn’t tell them. Again.” Victoria glared at her friend while poking her eggs with her fork maybe a little to violently

“There is nothing to say Vic. We are together again, what happened when we were not does not concern them.”

“Thomas! This has already happened so many times. You break up, you go with someone else, you get back together and act like nothing happened!” He was their friend, that is for sure, but Thomas’ bandmates pride themselves in their honesty and in their effort to be respectful. It did not seem to be the case for the younger man.

He wasn’t a bad person, no, but his mind was clouded by the options, the excitement of the moment, that rush. He loved Y/N - not that he knew that - but he had a terribly difficult time being consistent. He was young, spontaneous, had not had much time to explore his options, and while it was entirely wrong, he did so now at the expense of his lover. The words he heard put him in deep thought, and at this time deep thought ment deep drinking for him.

As the night rolled around Thomas found himself occupying the hotel bar. Considering emotions, problems and choices is a hard thing and though he had to do so he was not even remotely ready for that. The comfort of the drink and the existence of beautiful women was enough for a journey of the mind and a mistake of the body. By the time he was done he found himself sitting outside of his hotel room, where Y/N was just inside.

His back was on the wall and his eyes were closed, almost falling asleep right there, so he failed to hear them open the door. “Thomas, dio mio, I was just coming to look for you! Are you okay?” They were concerned to say the least, an obvious observation really. Their eyebrows were furrowed, lips separated and hand on their chest, holding the little pendant Thomas had given them - it was a thing they tended to do whenever they were nervous, hold the charm of the pendant, take a deep breath and it helped calm them down.

“No need, amore, as you can see I’m right here,” he slurred, stumbling across words, missing letters… He was very far gone and anyone could see that.

Y/N simply took a deep breath, bracing themselves for the upcoming night and morning. It was always the same cycle. He did something he should not, he would drink, do more things he should not and come back to Y/N. It was never fun but they did not have the heart to just leave him there.

“Come on, Thom, help me a little bit! You need to get up.” The man groaned but did as told before getting inside the room with his… partner.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as Y/N sat him in the bathtub, trying to rid him of his drunken state even a little bit.

“I know you are.”

“No, no, no, you don’t understand! I really am sorry. I want to change…”

How many times? Just how many times has he said the same things, same excuses and same empty promises. It never changed and it had certainly gotten tiring. That was precisely the reason they could not believe that Thomas this time would be different, he had given them a million reasons to hesitate.

Maybe it was the on and off that became tiring, both parties figuring out different excuses that simply did not make sense, but always being enough to cause the temporary break ups. A lot of the time, especially if on tour, Thomas would find someone to ‘comfort’ him for a few nights, wasting his time with people that simply were not his. They never were Y/N, no matter how hard he tried to not think about that, he’d wake up the next morning with an unfamiliar person but a familiar discomfort in his stomach.

“It will not be the same, amore, I promise,” he said this time, “you’ll see! I’m willing to try.”

To be completely honest, Y/N did not seem to believe much of the man’s words. They had heard them time and time again, it had become difficult to put trust in them again. “I am not sure, Thomas,” they said, leaning behind them on the counter, “how can I possibly say that it’s ok, how can we be together, again?” The exasperation was obvious, not being able to be contained, after all the pain and the strain in their heart.

“I know, I know. I’ve been terrible… But I really am willing to change. Make it up for all the times I screwed up. I’ll make up for all of your tears.”

Y/N stayed quiet. They did not want to continue this conversation, especially while Thomas was drunk, this state making it even harder to believe him.

“I did not do it,” he breathed out after the silence had gotten too much, “I didn’t do it this time…”

“What didn’t you do?” asked Y/N, curiosity lacing their voice, puzzled at his words.

“I didn’t go with anyone. Not when we were apart this time, not while I got drunk. Everyone thinks I did so I let them believe it, but I didn’t,” he explained looking down, “I couldn’t.”

“Why?” They knew it was not the question they should be asking but before thinking the word had already come out.

“Because I realized something,” he responded, putting his palm on Y/N’s face after they came back to the side of the tub.

The only hummed back at him, prompting him to continue. “I want to be with you, for good. No more fighting, no more drinking, no more tears, baby. Nothing. I want to be full on this, please. I’ll give you the best years and nothing else will matter anymore.”

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