#vic de angelis angst

[till-you-scream-and-cry]

Shattered

Pairing: Ethan x Vic x Fem!Reader

summary: one day you bump into Vic and Ethan at the vintage shop, innocently unaware that it;s a beginning of a bitter sweet story that will change your life

word count: 8,6k

contents: polyamory, angst, smut, some fluff, mentions of being sick and anxiety, leaving marks on the body after being not careful enough (can be triggering), mentions of suffocating

author’s note: i really love this stor, even though it took me forever to write it, i hope you’ll like it as much as i do 💕

Måsterlist | tåglist

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1. SMOOTH

It was a rainy, gloomy day. You hated this weather, and usually, it was a reason big enough for you to stay in bed the whole day. Especially on Saturday. But not this time. You lazily dressed and decided to turn this day around with some thrift shopping. For a few weeks, you were on a hunt for vintage flared jeans, which would flatter your body. Staying home and rewatching your favourite show seemed appealing, yet you had a party coming, and you needed some new piece of clothing to add you some confidence. Ever since your work friend found out that you’re into modern art, she kept begging you to attend various expositions of the rising stars of Rome. Since your loneliness stopped feeling like freedom lately, you agreed to every invitation, in the hope of meeting someone special by accident. A girl can dream of a romantic comedy style ‘meet cute’, you thought. 

While going through the racks, full of colourful blazers, you noticed a raised voice of a woman on the other side of the small shop. She was laughing in such a contagious way that you couldn’t help but peek at the source of her amusement. 

“You look like a cowboy in a gay club, please for the love of god, take that off!” the blond girl chuckled. 

The guy she was with wore dark jeans, and a brown vest which was at least a few sizes too small, almost ripping on his toned, muscular chest. He had nothing underneath. His long, black hair covered his back. In response to the girl’s words, he grabbed a white cowboy hat and put it on. She wheezed.

“I knew what you were gonna say…so I completed my outfit.” He chuckled and took a spin to show off his costume.

You grinned, and as he was turning, your eyes met. 

“Don’t you think it looks spectacular?” He asked you with a soft smile.

“You look amazing.” You said, unable to take your eyes off his face.

You hoped that this exchange would last longer, that maybe you’ll manage to at least get their names. Unfortunately, right after you complemented his clothes, the girl picked up her phone and started yelling at someone for not calling sooner. They left in a rush.

A few days went by, and you were stuck in front of the mirror, making last-minute touch-ups on your makeup before leaving. The gallery wasn’t big, but the number of people gathered there was quite impressive. You strolled around with your friend before she abandoned you to talk to some man she met a day before. Suddenly you found a painting which caught your attention. You stood there, with your mouth hanging open, trying to take in every detail of the canvas. 

“You like it?” 

A familiar, a bit raspy voice appeared out of nowhere. You turned your head and saw the blond girl from the vintage shop. You smiled softly, as you realized who she was. 

“I saw you earlier, but I wasn't sure if it was you.” She said and bit her lip. 

“It’s me.” You cocked your head to the side. Her face brightened up, her blue eyes got even shinier.

“Well… I’m glad we’ve met again. I’m Vic.” She reached her hand to you and smiled at the sound of your name. 

“And yes, I like this one.” You turned to the painting again. 

“I can introduce you to the painter, it’s a friend of mine.” 

You spent the next hour with her and the painter, discussing her art and the life of an artist in Rome. The long-haired man interrupted your conversation.

“Who am I seeing again, hello stranger.” he smiled and reached for your hand. 

“Hi, cowboy” You smirked and gave him your hand. He kissed it gently, without breaking eye contact.

“Just call me Ethan.” he grinned and winked at you. You didn’t expect to blush this easily.

You started talking, and it seemed to be no end to your conversation. The words were flowing smoothly, and no amount of silence in between felt awkward. Fewer and fewer people were surrounding you, and finally, Ethan offered you some wine at his place. Normally you’d hesitate, say no, and expect him to be yet another man looking for a quick fuck. But Vic’s company, and his calm persona, made you feel safe enough to take the risk. Worst case scenario, you’d have a wild night with these two. 

As soon as you got to his place, he grabbed one of the vinyls from his large collection.

“Ethan and his jazz…” Vic kicked her shoes aside and walked over to you.

“Don’t pretend that you don’t like it.” He chuckled, clinking with the three glasses he carried in his large hand. “Some more wine?” Ethan offered.

The alcohol and another great conversation, quickly allowed you to relax, melting on the couch, listening to Ethan’s velvet voice, talking about his new favourite musician. Vic stood up and changed the vinyl for the man he was talking about. The beat was faster, but also extremely sensual.

“God, it sounds like liquid sex…” Ethan tilted his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying every tune.

Vic started walking towards you, swaying her hips to the rhythm.

“Come here.” She whispered, beckoning you over with her finger. You couldn’t resist.

She threw your hands on her shoulders, slinking hers around your waist. She pulled you closer and started swaying with you.

“Just feel the rhythm, and feel me” she whispered into your ear, her lips tickling your earlobe.

You moved closer, your hips pressed together, and very little room was left between your breasts. You kept staring into her eyes, her gorgeous angelic face and devilish smirk. Ethan lit his cigarette and watched you two with a grin, he draped one arm around the back of the couch. In a quick glance, you saw that he unbuttoned his shirt a little, the stretched material parted and exposed his chest. Suddenly you felt two fingers under your chin. Vic turned your face to herself.

“So kissable.” She dragged her index finger over your lips. 

You kept looking at her with hooded eyes and a racing heart. Vic moved closer and pressed her lips to yours. The kiss was gentle and made you crave more. Her lips were so soft and tasted so sweet. You moved your hands to the back of her head, and tangled fingers in her hair. Vic sighed and deepened the kiss, slipping her tongue into your mouth, holding your jaw with one hand, and wrapping the other around your waist to pull you closer. Just when you started losing your breath, your hands started wandering over her body, you felt another hand on your back. Vic pulled away, still holding you in her arms. Ethan smiled, looking down at you with a smirk.

“Such a pretty girl…” He cupped your face and kissed you. His hand was large and rough from years of drumming, yet his touch was tender. He tasted differently, but just as good. He nibbled on your lip, making you let out a quiet sigh. 

Being trapped between them made you feel so safe, even though you barely knew them. Their soft touch, whispers, the way they looked at you. You let go, allowed them to guide you to the bedroom, and you’ve let Vic gently push you on the mattress. 

Their hands and lips were exploring every inch of your body, making your head spin. Vic’s slender fingers kept teasing your thighs, before finally slipping under the thin lace of your underwear. Your sigh was muffled by Ethan’s kiss and quiet hum, full of satisfaction at how easy it was for them to make you eagerly spread your legs, begging for more. Her fingers danced inside of you, making you let out a series of high-pitched moans, his hands were cupping your breasts, squeezing them as he nibbled on your nipples. Soon after, you gasped loudly, feeling a warm and wet tongue being dragged through your folds. The world started spinning, moments melted into one long bliss. Soon later, Ethan flipped you around and entered you with a low grunt. You collapsed on your front, resting your face on Vic’s stomach. Just moments later, you were trying to keep your head clear enough to tease her with your tongue, tasting her sweetness as she kept whining and writhing under you. It all lasted long enough to fill your every cell with pleasure. All three of you came at the same time, panting heavily, kissing each other in a pile of limbs, sweat, and sighs. Soon later you fell asleep, embraced by Ethan, with Vic cuddled to your back, her hands laced in your middle. It felt different from just a hookup, not only the sex was better, but the atmosphere these two created, and how they made you feel. 

Your peaceful sleep was interrupted by some movement and a pair of lips pressed to your forehead. You smiled, taking your sweet time before opening your eyes, trying to go back to the memories of last night. You knew that the moment you sit up, you wouldn’t have much time before having to leave the flat. Just as you wanted to rub your face with a yawn, you felt a kiss on your bare shoulder.

“Good morning, belleza” Ethan’s raspy voice brought you back to reality. You lazily opened your eyes and looked at him.

His hair was a little tangled yet still gorgeous, falling on his bare shoulders. His big brown eyes were watching your face. Ethan smiled softly.

“No need to be worried about anything, take your time,” he said and gently stroked your arm.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have stayed so long.” You blurted out.

“Nonsense. I hope you had as much fun as we did. And in that case, we obviously don’t want you gone so quickly.” He smiled again, melting away your racing thoughts. 

“I have coffee, but I need some help with pancakes.” Vic came back into the room, dressed in nothing but Ethan’s shirt. She looked at you with a bright smile. “Ciao bella.” She sat down at the edge of the bed and gently caressed your cheek. “How did you sleep?”

“Very good” You smiled back, nuzzling her hand.

“Alright, you two catch up, and I’ll take care of the food.” Ethan kissed Your head, then Vic’s and got out of bed. You watched him putting on some boxers, carefully studying the beams of sunlight hitting his toned muscles. 

A few minutes later the three of you were sat on the balcony, dressed only in underwear and tops, enjoying his pancakes and freshly brewed coffee. It felt like a dream, a perfect morning everyone would love after a night like yours. You could swear you had known them for years, the conversations were deep, and both of them were great listeners. You caught up with details of your life and listened to their stories of life as band members. Before you noticed, it started getting dark, and it was high time to get back home.

“Well… I guess here is where our lovely time together ends.” You sighed and grabbed your bag. 

“Why would it end?” They both looked at you confused. “We thought you had a nice time?”

Vic frowned a little.

“Well…yes. It was great. But I thought…” You stopped, seeing their faces. “Wasn’t it just a hookup?” You said a little embarrassed.

“Bella,” Ethan walked closer and smiled, “Why do you feel the need to label it? We felt a connection, we had a great time, we both like you…why should we end it?”

You listened to him, stunned by his accuracy. Yeah, why should you end it? Life taught you many times that it just doesn’t work like that, and that sooner or later the fairytale ends. They were hot, smart, and gentle, and made you feel safe. Your body was screaming to get ready for a painful disappointment. Yet they again surprised you in the best way possible. 

“Here is my number. Call me when you feel like meeting again.” Vic handed you a small piece of paper.

You smiled and left, leaving them in that cosy little flat, unaware of what was about to come.

*** 

The next few days felt like forever. Your inner battle kept you awake for a few nights, before you finally messaged Vic, asking for a meeting. She invited you to her flat and opened the door with a bright smile. Vic got some wine and handed you a glass.

“Ethan should come over in a bit.” She poured the wine and licked the dark red drop on the edge of the bottle. She looked at you and smiled softly. “I was getting worried you’ll never contact me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” You took a sip and sighed, “Alright, I wasn’t sure if I should do it. It was great, really, but… I guess I thought it was too good to be true.” You chuckled. 

Vic kept looking at you. She stepped a little closer and tucked a loose string of your hair behind your ear. You smiled, trying not to spill the wine. Her touch was so intimate and gentle.

“So we’re too good to be true?” She asked with a smirk and took the glass from you. Vic took a sip and put it down on the table, almost reading your mind. 

“In some ways.” You whispered, watching her slowly licking her lips. 

“Good. Because we feel the same about you, cucciola.” Vic said and gently cupped your chin. 

She moved closer, wrapping her free hand around your waist, pulling you closer. She kissed you softly, letting you taste the wine off her lips. It tasted much sweeter this way. When she pulled away, you caressed her cheek, looking deeply into her blue eyes.

“How was I not supposed to fall for that?” You asked with a smile. 

“Hope I’m not interrupting.” Ethan walked into the flat and threw his keys on the table. “What a pleasure to see you again.” His warm smile made your heart flutter.

You grabbed some pillows and blankets and made a comfy nest on the balcony. You and Vic laid with heads in his lap, as he kept lazily playing with your hair. He was reading you a book, in his soothing, low voice. The sun was setting, the summer heat was finally fading away, eased by the evening breeze. One of the characters in the book Ethan was reading, mentioned a song, to him and Vic sighed. 

“Oh dear, I feel like I should know this one.” You mumbled, looking up at him with apologetic, wide eyes.

“Well…” Ethan leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Nights In White Satin is a classic, and one of my and Vic’s favourites. Up, up.” He gently patted your side to get up. 

A few moments later, he was smiling happily after finding a vinyl of said song. Vic lit up some candles and left the balcony door open, even though the wind got stronger and kept moving the long curtains. Ethan turned on a small lamp and as the music started flowing from the record player, he sat by the piano. His thick fingers were moving smoothly and with ease, adding charm to an already beautiful melody. Vic wrapped her arms around you and started swaying, softly kissing your neck. You smiled and let her lead you in a slow dance. The whole evening you spent dancing, drinking wine and talking. It felt surreal, but worrying about what was real or not was the last thing you wanted to think about.

Your friends were giving you side eyes, questioning your idea of living in a three-way situationship. Yet, every day you spent with Vic and Ethan, felt better than any experience you ever had with other people. Days turned into weeks, and somehow you spent over three months with them. Your relationship grew stronger, and you joked about being a throuple. Your insecurity made you have a serious talk with them, where you established that you’ll try being exclusive. At least when it comes to something more serious. They both agreed, reassuring you of their love for you. As unnatural as it felt, you were finally happy, feeling loved and safe with two people you started loving dearly. It was beautiful, so beautiful that you missed the dark clouds on the horizon.  

Knocking at your door woke you up from an afternoon nap. You rubbed your eyes and sat up, trying to find your phone. Three missed calls from Vic. You unlocked the door and opened them while yawning.

2. CRACKS

“Oh, it’s you! Hey, gorgeous.” You smiled and let her in. 

“Hey…sorry, you weren’t answering and… Did I wake you up?” Vic looked tense, squeezing the belt of her bag. 

“Yeah, a sleepless night. But don’t worry, I’m better now. You smiled and let her kiss you softly. 

“Well, you look adorable.” She smiled and stroked your hair before sighing loudly.

“So what’s so urgent? You look a little nervous.” You sat down with a frown. 

“Right…do you have any plans for a next month?” She asked, biting her lip.

“Next…what?” You crossed your arms on your chest. 

“You work online, so I thought that maybe… Ahhh, I’m sorry, I should’ve explained.” She chuckled nervously and sat next to you. “Next week we're going on that tour we told you about, for a whole month, and I wanted to ask if you’ll go with me.” She blurted out.

“With you? I mean…yes, I’d love to. It shouldn’t be a problem with my work, but…are you sure about that? Was that a mutual decision?” You moved closer and took her shaky hands in yours. 

“Of course I’m sure! The boys said they’re fine with that, it’s not unusual for us to bring someone on tour. And I want to take you.” She smiled.

“Wait…you keep talking about yourself, what about Ethan?” She looked down. “Vic? Is something wrong?”

“Fuck, I don’t know how to say this… Ethan wanted to bring his friend. He was excited when I asked about you, but apparently… Maybe he should talk to you about this.” She leaned back with a sigh. 

“Vic, talk to me, please.” You bit your lip, feeling a slight pinch in your chest.

“Recently he got in touch with his ex-friend. I refuse to call her otherwise. He said he wanted to spend some time with her, but that's it. As friends. If you’re not OK with that, we can talk to him…” 

“No. That’s alright. I’m not exactly excited about it, but if she’s a friend…” You took a deep breath. “From what you said, I feel like you don’t exactly like her.”

“God no. She’s pretty manipulative, and I watched him cry because of her too many times to like her. But it’s his choice.” She sighed, sliding down, placing her head in your lap. You leaned down to kiss her temple and wrapped your arms around her. 

“I’m sorry baby. But if that’s any comfort, I’d love to come with you. And if she’s mean to him, we can always add hair removal cream to her shampoo.” You whispered into her ear. Vic chuckled.

“My evil witch.” She booped your nose and turned on her side, kissing your thigh softly. 

The next few days went by surprisingly quickly. Eventually, Ethan showed up and shared the news about his friend. You wanted to act hurt and make him regret his choice, but when it came to it, you realized how immature and childish that would be. He reassured you of his love and spent a night with you before the first flight. 

He smoothed your worries, yet they came back as soon as you saw Her. She looked confident, had a big smile plastered on her face, and what made you wince the most was how his face lit up when he saw her. She jumped into his arms and kissed his face with loud, high-pitched noises. Vic watched you, which you noticed from the corner of your eye. She stepped closer and wrapped her arm around you.

“She’s insufferable, but a friend. He promised.” She kissed your cheek and grabbed the handle of your luggage. “Come on, I need a hot bath…with you.” 

After freshening up a little, you hoped to see Ethan. But his room was empty, and as Thomas informed you, he went out with Her. You got back to your room and cuddled into Vic.

“I shouldn’t be jealous, why am I acting so stupid?” You whispered into the crook of her neck.

“Because he’s more stupid and can’t see that it was a bad idea. But she’ll remind him why he wanted her out of his life. Just wait.” She kissed you softly. “Maybe we should grab dinner together? I won’t miss a chance to have a date in Paris with you.” Vic caressed your cheek.

On your way back, you kept drunkenly giggling, getting touchy and smearing each other’s lipsticks with sloppy kisses on the hotel corridors. You suddenly got quiet while walking past Ethan’s room. Even through the thick door, you could hear the loud moans and screams coming from inside his room. You gasped, pressing your hand to your chest. Vic grabbed your arm, her jaw clenched.

“Come…please!” She hissed, pulling you towards her room. 

As she closed the door with a loud bang, she grabbed your face, smearing your tears with her thumbs, and looking deeply into your eyes. 

“It’s just sex, she’s just another whore for the night, he doesn’t love her…” She held your head, which you kept shaking in disapproval. She gripped you more firmly. “He doesn’t love her!” You could swear her eyes started watering as well. 

Vic pulled you closer into a rough and messy kiss, moving onto your neck and chest, leaving love bites and lipstick stains all over. She moved you onto the bed, pushed her knee between your legs and snuck her hand in your underwear. You spent the next hour having the wildest and roughest sex, after which you immediately fell asleep, not having the energy to worry about anything any more. With your half-closed eyes, you saw Vic watching you, wiping her eyes and bouncing her leg.

After the gig in Paris, you managed to talk to Ethan. He kept avoiding eye contact, making sure his hair cover his back, covered in deep, red scratches. You watched him with empty eyes and excused yourself as soon as She walked into the room backstage. 

The next stop was London. You got your hopes up, knowing that she couldn’t come there because of an invalid visa. During the dinner at the hotel restaurant, you sat next to Ethan and tried to hold his hand. He winced.

“Sorry.” He smiled apologetically, taking your hand in his and kissing it softly. 

“I thought that we could go out, maybe grab some drinks?” You said, gently squeezing his hand. 

“Oh…wish you told me earlier. I wanted to meet with my buddy who lives here.” With his words, you eased your grip. Vic coughed and put down her glass with a loud clink. 

“He's back in town? Just in time.” She scoffed, making Ethan frown.

“I haven't seen him in months, I’m sure you both understand.” He looked at you softly. “I’m happy that you’re here.”

“Are you though?” You asked, taking your hand away, grabbing your drink and downing it in one gulp. 

“Of course I am, don’t be silly.” He leaned in and kissed your temple. “We’ll hang out later, I promise.” 

After the dinner, he vanished, like many times before. You took a long, bubble bath with Vic and got comfortable in bed, cuddled up. She woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, with a high fever. Thankfully, they had one more day before the gig, which she promised to spend tucked into bed, sipping the ginger-lemon mixture you made for her. 

“I love you, but it’s disgusting…” She winced and took another sip from the steaming cup. 

“Well, I don’t care. It works. You’re really not made for this weather, aren’t you.” You pressed your hand to her forehead and glanced at the clock. “Time for more paracetamol.” 

“Damn it, I had such fun things planned for us today.” She sighed and took the pill from you. “Please just go out with the boys, they promised to take good care of you.” She took a big gulp of water.

“I’m not sure if they even like me…” You mumbled, holding her cup in your hands.

“Nonsense, of course, they do. It was their idea.” She sent you a warm smile before falling back onto the pillows. “I need another nap…” She mumbled. 

“Sleep. I’ll leave you and go with them if that idea makes you happy. But please stay in bed.” You leaned in and kissed her head.

“I’ll be a good girl.” She mumbled, pulling the duvet over her back. 

Vic was right, you actually spent a really nice day with Damiano and Thomas, going through the best second-hand shops in London. You finally managed to talk to them and get a little closer. 

“I have no idea why he dragged this bitch along if he has you…” Thomas mumbled while pushing another chip into his mouth.

“Thom, come on…” Damiano scolded him. “Well, she’s not exactly liked by anyone but Ethan, but what can we do? Let’s watch him getting tired of her ass. Again.” Damiano rolled his eyes and winked at you. Only then you realized how much you were frowning. The idea of Her alone was giving you wrinkles.

You got back to your room with a bag full of candy for Vic. After a quick shower, ingesting all vitamins and meds you gave her, she devoured a whole pack of sour gummies and fell asleep. You kissed her cheek and made sure she was tightly wrapped in the blankets. The light in the room was dimmed, but you could see enough to make your way to the small table with a wine bottle. You poured yourself some and took a big sip. The moon was shining bright, the night was very peaceful. Almost too peaceful. You glanced at Vic and wrapped yourself in a big blanket, before going out on a balcony, to enjoy your wine in the moonlight. 

Watching people hurry to their next bar of choice, laughs, and occasional fights between lovers kept you entertained for a long while. Just as you were about to go back inside, you noticed a familiar figure. Ethan was standing on the pavement with some blond guy. They were really close, and suddenly Ethan pulled the guy by his shirt and kissed him. You gasped quietly as his companion tangled hands in Ethan’s hair, turning the kiss into a rough and sloppy mess. You bit your lip hard and went back inside. What seemed like a peaceful day, turned into another sleepless night. 

“I’m sorry baby… I think I know who that was.” Vic said softly, stroking your back the next morning. “Why is he acting like such a dickhead. I get hookups, but he could be more discreet, or at least admit to what he’s doing. What is this?!” Her cheeks got red, this time it wasn’t the fever.

The gig went very well, Vic was back in shape and kept praising your healing mixtures and English gummies. Ethan walked up to you after the gig and kissed you roughly. You were taken aback and gasped into the kiss. 

“Fuck, I missed those lips…” He mumbled, his sweaty chest glistening in the harsh lights of the backstage room. Yet all you could focus on were the dark love bites on his neck.

“Well, I was here all along.” You sent him a pale smile.

Later that night he came over to your room, as you and Vic were getting ready for bed. He stayed the night, showing you both how much pent-up energy he had. He was rough, almost angry, and you loved it. When you finished, he went out for a smoke and left you and Vic alone in the bedroom. Vic kept staring at him through the window for a long while, before turning her attention to you.

“He’s rarely this rough. His mind was elsewhere.” She said quietly. “Fuck…does it hurt?” She gently touched your bruised wrists.

“No…maybe a little.” you looked to the side and felt her warm fingers on your neck. “Cazzo…” She mumbled, and after seeing her face you knew he left more marks. 

“It’s alright, I’m not in pain Vic!.” You yelled after her as she wrapped herself in a blanket. She slammed the balcony door to muffle what she was saying. You could hear bits of it. Ethan threw his cigarette on the ground and rushed back inside. 

“Did…did I hurt you?” He sat at the edge of the bed, staring at your wrists with big eyes.

“It’s alright, there’s no need to make a big fuss…”

“Perhaps if your mind was here with us, not with god knows who, you wouldn’t go so hard and noticed what you’re doing?! I have marks too, and I need to perform in a few days!”

Ethan dropped his head and kissed your hands.

“I’m sorry, so, so sorry. It will never happen again.” He looked at you with teary eyes. 

Ethan’s face managed to melt even Vic’s anger. You got back to bed, and he covered every mark he made with a thousand kisses, gently massaging your skin. You fell asleep in a cuddle pile, like back in the good old days.

The next stop was in Barcelona. You knew who was about to join you, and you hated the idea of seeing Her again. But after the previous night, you wanted to believe that something in Ethan's mind has changed. You arrived at the hotel and went out for a late dinner. She wasn't there.

“Is it possible that someone stole her ID?” Thomas said at the table. Quietly, so that Ethan wouldn't hear, but loud enough to make you and Damiano chuckle.

“I'm afraid that's not the case. I saw her name under the guest's list in Ethan's room.” He cleared his throat and got back to eating. You felt Thomas' eyes on you for a long minute. He sighed and poured you some more wine. 

The next day you woke up to Vic's grunt. You rolled on your side and saw her pressing a pillow to her face.

“I'm not sure if you can suffocate yourself like that. If you wanted to get a little kinky, all you had to do was wake me up.” You moved closer and took away her pillow, exposing her flustered face. “Hey.” You said. 

She smiled back and opened her mouth to speak. Vic was brutally interrupted by the noises coming from the room next door.

“Fuck me harder!"

"You've gotta be kidding me!" Vic yelled and sat up angrily.

"What's…whose room is that?" You asked, knowing the answer damn well.

Your question was answered by a loud grunt which you knew all too well. Ethan. You felt sick to your stomach. How much of what he was saying was a lie? He technically loved you, but had no time for you at all, and somehow forgot to mention that he will drag his ex-friend/lover with him, to screw her on the other side of your wall. You suddenly felt the anxiety flowing in your veins, making your head spin and heart pump faster. You clearly weren't enough. He needed something you couldn't give him, hell, maybe it wasn't just sex. Maybe you didn't know the whole truth and Ethan needed Her to feel truly happy. Maybe he loved her more, and you were just a rebound after he ditched her? Maybe you were a fun fuck he had in Rome, but not a permanent part of his life? Maybe he never wanted a relationship with you two? Why the hell he suddenly stopped acting like your boyfriend, why did he flinch when you touched him, why was he so rough and absent the last time you had sex, why, why, why?!

You quickly got off the bed and ran to the bathroom, feeling physically sick. Vic followed you and held your hair, stroking your back gently. She didn't have to ask any questions. She knew exactly what was wrong. You flushed and sat down heavily on the floor, with your eyes red and watery. You felt like your chest was about to explode.

"Shush cucciola. Take this." She handed you your anxiety pill and a glass of water. You smiled at her, wondering if Ethan would do the same.

Later that night Damiano and Thomas decided to go out together and take a late-night tour through the city. Ethan was nowhere to be found, which meant he was busy with someone else. Vic was basically babysitting you, seeing how poorly you were. She kept forcing you to hydrate, encouraged some small meals and kept handing you snacks throughout the day. She wouldn't let go of your hand, reassuring you of her love with gentle touches. Knowing what you might hear or witness in your room, she kept dragging you around the city, until it got dark.

"I have wine, grapes, and some cheese. I'm afraid this will have to be enough." She arrived at the big porch of the hotel, facing the beach. 

You could go straight down the stairs from the lobby onto the golden sand. You sat close to the barrier, to see the waves crashing quietly in the pale moonlight. Vic got you some blankets and opened the wine. 

"I'm really sorry about what happened. I wish he understood how we both feel and most importantly how you feel." She whispered, wrapping arms around you.

"I could tell him everything, be honest, but… Vic I don't want him to think I'm jealous. After all, he said she’s just a friend. I can't let my insecurities ruin what we have."

"She…they were dating. Well, I don't know if there was an official title, but he was obsessed with her. They were exclusive, and he never did that before her. Or after. Until we've met you."

You looked at her with a frown.

"So…what happened?" You asked, and took a big sip of wine, subconsciously knowing you might need it.

"She…" Vic chuckled ironically, "She fucked his childhood friend." You gasped

"But how…and now he's OK with that? That's why Thomas hates her so much?" 

"Yeah, it was their mutual friend, but Thomas was really close with him. He never forgot what she did. Bitch basically ruined Ethan for months."

"So you think they're more than friends now? You wouldn't be so pissed if it was otherwise would you."

Vic looked at you sadly in response.

They haven't even noticed you bundled up in the corner. Ethan and Her ran down the stairs onto the beach. Vic's grip around you tightened. Ethan kept chasing that girl, clearly trying to take back something she took from him. She kept waving with a notebook and making loud squeaky noises. You knew this notebook very well. He kept it as a diary and shown you its contents only once, to share with you the poem he wrote after your first night together. 

Ethan finally put her down on the sand and pinned her, holding her hands above her head.

"…you need to give me a kiss or…" 

"Such a pretty yet naughty girl, hmm?" He leaned down and kissed her. 

They rolled on the sand, she was now straddling him. He kept playing with her skirt, mumbling something you couldn't hear. Maybe for the better. You felt the hot tears rolling down your cheeks.

"I can't do it any more. All I can think of is that I'm not enough for him. You never made me feel this way, but for him, I'm clearly just a fun accessory. Look at them…you seriously think he still loves me the way he did a month ago?"

Vic didn't respond for a long while. She kissed your temple.

"What do you want to do?" She asked with a trembling voice. 

"I need a break, go back home, clear my head. We'll talk when you're back." You said, feeling your throat tightening. 

"Maybe…maybe it was too good to be true. Maybe you were right." She whispered, swallowing back the tears. "I love you, but I can't give you the love of two people. No matter how much I want to make up for whatever this idiot is doing." 

You turned to her and cupped her face.

"You don't deserve to be struggling like this. Maybe it was a beautiful mistake. Beautiful, but a mistake." 

You got back to your room, and she helped you to pack your bags. The next flight to Rome was in over four hours, so you decided not to waste any minute. She ordered a taxi and went with you. She stood there in tears at the security check, watching you with pain. 

"Let me know when you're back from Berlin, OK? Please. Vic?"

She just held you, unable to articulate how sorry she was. Her tears stained your shirt, her nails were pinned to your back. 

"I'll let you know. Safe travels." She kissed you softly.

3. FALLING APART

You woke up with a small gasp, sitting up on the bed. The construction site next door didn't let you sleep for long. You rubbed your eyes and saw the dark smudges on your hands. You forgot to take off your makeup. A few moments later you realized why. You weren't in your bed, not even in your flat. Next to you were a man and a woman you met last night at the club. After glancing at him and seeing his long, dark hair, you understood every decision that led you to fucking them last night. 

You slowly and as quietly as possible slipped out of bed. You collected your clothes but gave up on your panties which were nowhere to be found. You got dressed, made your face look semi-presentable, or at least kinda clean, and left the building. You felt the dirty looks people were throwing at you, the judgemental comments muttered under their breaths. You couldn't care less. Your soul and heart were in pieces and for once you've decided not to judge yourself on how your body decided to cope.

Vic walked away, and you could still feel her salty tears on your lips. A painful reminder of your failed little paradise.

You got back to your flat and kicked the heels away. A long hot bath, painkillers for a hangover and some food finally helped you to feel more human again. At least for a few hours. As you were finishing up the leftover pasta, trying to catch up on a new episode of your favourite show, your phone started ringing. Vic.

"Hey" you mumbled, wiping the cream sauce off your lips.

"Hi, sorry I hope I'm not interrupting…" she mumbled incoherently.

"No, not at all. I'm just being lazy." You said in a tone that sounded oddly cheerful and fake.

"Well, we're in Rome…do you want to grab a drink? Just me, promise." 

You were ashamed to admit that you hadn't even thought that someone else might join you. Ethan hasn't sent you a single message since you left Spain. Not a message, no missed calls. Nothing, absolutely no contact at all. You were grieving, which was clearly working, judging by your reaction to her words.

"Oh, that's fine. Yeah, I'd love to see you. The usual? At seven?"

"Perfect. See you tomorrow." She finished the conversation fast, probably not sure what she could possibly add. Mentioning anything else would mean talking about Ethan, and none of you was ready for it.

When you've met, your heart quickly reminds you how much Vic meant in your life. You talked for hours, and after a few drinks moved to her flat. She kissed you the moment the doors got closed. Your hands were eagerly wandering over her body, sliding her clothes off her. Just as she was getting down to tug on your underwear, the lock clicked and someone got in.

"Vic? I wasn’t expecting to see you here. Weren't you going to visit…oh. Hey." Ethan stood there, struggling to form sentences after he saw you. Currently topless. You grabbed a top and put it on to keep some dignity.

"Look who showed up! Perfect fucking timing, as always!" Vic got up and put her top back on as well.

"My flat flooded while we were gone. You allowed me to crash here for a few days, remember? ." He threw the keys on the table. 

"You tend to crash things, you have a real talent." She scoffed. Vic's drunk thoughts were dangerously honest. 

You felt like a witness to a train wreck that was about to take place in front of your eyes. And it was now way too late to do anything about it. 

"Oh I'm sorry, I'm fucking things up all the time? Please. You got almost too fucking drunk to play in Berlin, and whose fault was that, princess?!"

"I was a mess because you fucked up hard enough for her to leave!" She yelled and pointed at you.

"Not my fault that you both imagined something that wasn't there!" He screamed.

Neither of you knew what exactly he was talking about. Your love or the fact that he picked Her over you two. Ethan seemed angry, but equally confused, only now realizing how it sounded. Vic shook her head, grabbed her jacket and left, slamming the door behind her.

"You meant us, didn't you." You said quietly, feeling your tears forming.

"I…you both were so vile towards my friend. You think I couldn’t hear your comments and the looks you were throwing her? I really wanted us to have a nice time, I wanted to save it all, have her and you and…"

"So I wasn't enough, huh." Tears rolled down your cheeks. "Fucking say it, Ethan, I wasn't enough! I was only a fun fuck, which apparently you need in every city you go to. Besides Rome, I was useless!" 

"How can you say shit like that! I loved you!" 

"Loved?" You asked quietly, your voice cracked.

"Love…you know what I meant." He mumbled, rubbing his face.

"Yeah, I think I know exactly what you meant." You shook your head, and grabbed your bag, ready to leave. “You love me so hard that you haven’t sent a single message since I left.”

"Fuck, please don't go! Please?!" He grabbed your hand and pulled you back in. You let him. “I didn’t reach out, I wanted to give you time. Stay, please.”

"What, is there more painful shit you want me to hear? What, fucking Her was better too? She's prettier, more confident, and maybe even doesn't have anxiety, she’s low maintenance. Just admit that I was your second choice, a backup! Unlike the perfect slut for Mr Torchio!"

"Shut up! Please! Don't make me sound like a fucking monster that I'm not!" 

You winced at his scream and widened your eyes. At that moment you hated him so much, yet your body was telling a completely different story. Something about the sense of impending doom made you crave him, this one last time. 

"Of course I love you, in my own way. I love talking to you, your voice, your eyes, your smile, your silly brain. I fucking love your body and sex with you was always amazing. Don't try to tell me I must think otherwise." 

He moved closer, making you take a step backwards till your ass hit the door. His perfume hit your nostrils, the scent of his shampoo, the cigarette smoke, the leather of his shoes. Your mind was going crazy.

"And even now, as much as I'd like to strangle you for what you just said, I'd fuck the soul out of you if I could."

You gasped quietly, making him smirk.

"Something tells me you wouldn't mind that at all. You want me to show you how angry you made me? How much I'd love to humble you and remind you how good it felt when I was inside of you?"

You nodded, completely giving up and letting your instincts take over. Ethan gripped your chin and kissed you roughly, pushing his tongue into your mouth. He gripped your breast and squeezed it hard, pushing his leg between your thighs. You whined and started playing with his belt, trying to unbuckle it with your hands. You missed his body, his touch, the attention he was giving you. Ethan pulled your underwear down and helped you undo his trousers. He set his cock free and gave himself a few pumps. He was already hard and wet from precum, twitching against your thigh. Ethan hooked your leg over himself and slid his cock inside with a loud grunt. His wild eyes were hooded and pinned into your face, turned into a grimace of pleasure. He started thrusting fast, causing you some pain from the stretch, but making you see the stars at the same time. Ethan gripped your throat with one hand, holding you steady with the other. You were both aggressive, loud and desperate, chasing your release. You screamed loudly, clenching around his cock. He came soon after you with a moan, making sure his cum was deep inside you. You kept panting, watching him with a pink face and parted lips. He kissed you softly, slipping out of you, letting his cum drip down your thighs. Ethan pressed his forehead to yours and whispered:

"I fucking love you, and I probably always will. But I can't give you what you need and the way you need it. Maybe I'm too scared, or maybe I simply can't. Maybe I’m built different. Maybe it's for the best if we go separate ways."

You wanted to scream, cry, or punch him for saying that. But you knew he was right. 

"It was too good to be true, but at least for a moment it was perfect." You said with teary eyes.

He smiled at your words, pulled his pants back on, kissed your forehead and left.

***

A few weeks had passed since you split up. Vic and you decided to try an exclusive relationship. And partially because of that, you became a natural part of the group – attended some events, local gigs, and parties and got closer with Thomas and Damiano. You gained new friends, memories and a loving girlfriend. It was all going so well, Vic gave you the warmth you were craving and helped you to understand what a healthy relationship can look like. Of course, you were happy, but some days were rough and all you could think about was Ethan. The memories kept coming back in dreams, familiar sounds and smells. Vic understood. She wasn’t jealous, mad and never questioned your feelings for her. She was grieving too, in her own way.

From what you've heard, Ethan also became serious with Her. You wish you could say you were surprised.  You could swear that every time you saw Ethan, he was looking very sad, and distant, with his head in the clouds. Once when you kissed Vic at one party, he stormed out of the room, his new girl was chasing him, spilling her entire drink on the floor. You’ve heard some bits and pieces of conversations between Vic and the boys, who kept saying that Ethan constantly goes back to the months spent with you two. Often as funny anecdotes or whenever he was tipsy, but usually after even mentioning you he was vanishing in his room to listen to depressing songs. 

At last, January arrived, and with it Damiano's birthday. It was a surprisingly warm night, and after a long party, the boys made a big fireplace in the garden of their band house. You curled up on one sunbed with Vic, tightly wrapped in blankets. Thomas and Damiano were across from you, and Ethan with Her right beside you. The sky was clear and studded with stars. You laid there peacefully, listening to Thomas playing some soft melodies on his guitar. Ethan was gazing at the stars, and you were pretty sure that you saw tears shining in his eyes.

"God, I wish you would look at me like that." His girl suddenly spoke, making Damiano snicker. 

"Yeah, I know," Ethan replied coldly, making all four of you turn your heads towards him.

"Well, why aren't you?" She asked, her tone got a little more serious yet still remained playful.

"There are only two women I could look at like that". Vic gasped at his words, so quietly that only you could hear it.

"Come on…you mean your sisters, right?” She nervously glanced at you and Vic. Thomas stopped playing and Damiano stared at you with wide eyes.

"No," Ethan said calmly.

"Why didn't you say it's me?" She was getting more and more mad, losing control over the usual, overtly sweet tone of her voice. Ethan kept looking at the sky.

"Because I never loved you. And I never will." 

Even the crickets and owls shut up at this point. The girl made a series of noises, like a child whose toy had been stolen. She stormed off while cursing under her breath, mumbling something about wasting her time. Thomas and Damiano stood up and cleared their throats.

"We should…yeah." Damiano winked at you and dragged Thomas back inside. As soon as they disappeared, Ethan spoke.

"It's you. It's always been you. My life is so miserable without you in it." Ethan sat up and looked at you with tears rolling down his cheeks. "I've been so stupid and scared of how much I feel for both of you…"

You and Vic both stood up and walked closer to him. You sat beside him, trapping him between your bodies.

"We've all been stupid. Or maybe not stupid, just…we expected a paradise to last. Maybe it doesn't have to be perfect. 

You caressed his cheek and kissed him softly. Vic kept stroking his hair. 

“I wish I never invited her for that damn trip, I wish I understood quicker how it must've hurt you. I wanted us to be exclusive, but it was so scary. I didn’t want to lose myself and my freedom. Only when I lost you, I finally understood what I value even more.” He said, and started crying. 

You looked at Vic, her eyes were wet, she kept biting on her lip. 

“Ethan, we love you. So dearly. We never stopped.”

“Never.” Vic interrupted you and smiled. 

“Maybe we just had to grow up a little, we had to fuck up to fully commit.” You said and wrapped your arm around him.

“I want to try again…if you want it too.” He sniffled and looked at you with red eyes.

“I do, I really do.” Vic smiled more and cuddled into his side.

“I kept dreaming of this, of course I want it.” You said, feeling the hot tear rolling down your cheek.

Ethan wrapped his arms around you two, cuddling you both close to his chest. His heart was pounding fast. Ethan kissed your heads and looked up at the starts, sighing deeply.

"We don't need this to be perfect. We have each other, and as long as we do, it will always be good enough.”

********

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The middle of adventure, such a perfect place to stop

Victoria De Angelis/Ethan Torchio

Friends with Benefits / Friends to Lovers / Genderqueer Character / Coming Out / Angst / Pegging / Blood Kink

“You two should just fuck each other. Easier that way,” Thomas giggles. When three blank stares pin him down, he holds his hands up. “What! That’s the truth, that would get rid of much of the problems, and you already know you’re compatible. I’m not telling you to actually do it!” “Don’t give them stupid ideas,” Damiano finishes his coffee with an air of finality and stands from the table.

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[sassy-sofia]

Your Ocean

Pairing: Thomas x Damiano

Description: “He had never really learned how to just like something. He has always had to go in head first, surrounding himself in it, changing himself for it, letting it consume him.”

Thomas becomes infatuated by a mysterious man after noticing him outside of his campus. Letting curiosity get the best of him, he quickly sets on the path to learn who he is, however, some people are best to admire from afar.

*author note: I am still in the process of writing this, tags may change as I go. Updates should be weekly.

Wordcount: 81k (complete)

Chapters: 19/19

TW: mental health, homophobia, substance abuse, smut

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måneskin x reader: blurbs+headcannons+fics

୨୧ 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

୨୧ 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧

୨୧ a headcanon with må with you being a successful model

-they're wearing earbuds, blasting music into their ears when they remember the they left their phone charger in the bathroom. they don't know you're showering and can't hear you over the music...

୨୧ headcanons with må x fashiondesigner!reader

୨୧ a valentine’s surprise | SMUT, orgy, oral sex, anal play, double penetration, food play, spit play, alcohol  

-You’ve been feeling a little left out in your relationship so your four partners show their love to you with a surprise for Valentine’s Day. 

୨୧ Gettin’ Frisky With The Måneskin Members  | explicit content, gender neutral reader, switch!damiano, hard domme!victoria, vanilla!thomas, sub!ethan, freaky stuff, toys and s/m, oral (both ways), degradation, spit, pain play, brat taming, bondage, sinning cuz rock’n’roll never dies

୨୧ our favourite band with an S/O with bad menstrual periods

| talk abt periods, so dyphoria warning (we'll get back on the totally GN shit tmrw, just filling requests rn), lil bit of swearing and NSFW on Ethan

୨୧ how the members of Måneskin confess their feelings for you måneskin x gn!reader

victoria de angelis

·。🍓 my sweet valentine vic de angelis x fem! reader | Fluff

-Victoria's first Valentine's day celebrating with you is a bit chaotic but turns out better than expected.

·。🍓 date night vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut, fingering, oral (female receiving) and bdsm dynamics

-you and vic go on a date and it ends with fun at the hotel

·。🍓 hush, hush, cucciola. vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut

-you’re were asked to come over and help to calm Vic down after another disagreement during creating new song, and you find just the way to make her happy and peaceful again

·。🍓 pillow talk vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut

-your night trip to the kitchen gets interrupted by a strange noise, the results of your investigation are more pleasant then you could expect.

·。🍓 long stormy night damiano x fem!reader x vic | SMUT!!!, degradation, corruption kink, wax play, knife play, blood play, spanking, bit of fear play, unprotected sex, it’s just wild ok, i wanted to treat y/n

-It’s a last day of your small, a bit disappointing  gateway trip. The big storm is approaching, yet your evening takes an interesting turn when you bump into two hot Italians in the hotel bar

·。🍓 cold breeze, hot cheeks vic de angelis x fem! reader | angst, fluff 

-a rather cold October makes your blood boil as you and Vic attend Ethan's birthday party

·。🍓 i think I wanna hold you, but I'm not sure i'm allowed

vic de angelis x fem! reader | angst with tiny hint of smut

·。🍓 I'll show the  lovin' that you'll never get from a man. vic de angelis x fem! reader | angst, fluff, smut

-your friends finally meet your boyfriend, and even though nothing goes according to the plan, your night ends up being better than you could hope for, thanks to Vic

·。🍓 sweat and good grips vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut

·。🍓 the one with victoria’s boobs. victoria x gn!reader | fluff

-Victoria needs help taping her boobs for an upcoming performance. You get more than you bargained for.

·。🍓 the one where victoria wants to watch victoria x fem!reader x ethan | smut

·。🍓 “OPEN YOUR MOUTH.” victoria x gn!reader | soft smut

-along the lines of The one where victoria is patient.

·。🍓 “YEAH, WELL, IF YOU WEREN’T SO DRUNK MAYBE I WOULD.” vic de angelis x fem! reader

·。🍓 “I KNOW YOU CAN BE LOUDER THAN THAT.” vic de angelis x fem! reader

·。🍓 “GIVE ME ATTENTION.” vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut

·。🍓 say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dreams vic de angelis xfem!reader | fluff, smut

-You're an up-and-coming actress, and Vic's best friend since high school. You have been friends and in love with each other for as long as you can remember. So when you have the chance to be together, it's magical.

·。🍓 baby said vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut

-you've been on a few dates with Victoria and you think things are going really well. You just wish you had known where the night was going beforehand- maybe you would have picked a table with longer tablecloths.

·。🍓 latenight devil vic de angelis x fem! reader

-victoria covers for you after you sneak backstage ahead of a Måneskin gig & invites you into her dressing room for an unusual encounter

·。🍓 forgive me father vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut, basically porn

·。🍓 the ocean's daughter swearing, alcohol consumption, drowning as a metaphor, smut

-while on holiday in italy, an encounter derails your life enough to make you pack up on a whim and move to the very city in which you first saw her — the ocean's daughter.

·。🍓 vic blurb

-doing domestic stuff with Victoria

·。🍓 a threesome with victoria and damiano! damiano x fem!reader x vic | smut

-reader is victoria’s partner and starts to develop a certain ‘obsession’ for dami, until vic decides to fix it.

·。🍓 vic de angelis fic victoria de angelis x fem!reader

-y/n is the other female member of the band, who has had feelings for vic for a while now, but was too nervous to say anything. one night after a concert in new york changes that after the bassist overhears a conversation between damiano and y/n.

·。🍓 thorns victoria de angelis x fem!reader | Mentions of smoking. Mentions of panic. Swearing.

-victoria meets her ex-girlfriend (Ava). The unplanned “date” upsets her and she decides to drink and smoke to cope. When she wakes up in the morning her best friend Y/N (who she also happens to have a crush on) is there to try and reason with her. 

·。🍓 lucid victoria de angelis x fem!reader

-It started with a spilled drink and ended with a clumsy kiss on the dance floor. A night out with friends takes an unexpected turn when you bump into the one person that's been on your mind for the better part of a year- the same stranger who stole both your chapstick and your heart.

·。🍓 nightmares victoria de angelis x fem!reader | A description of a nightmare. Other than that all is fluff and comfort.

-When Y/N has a terrifying nightmare and wakes up screaming, Victoria is there to comfort her.

·。🍓 kisses and cake vic de angelis x reader | very fluffy, a little spicy

·。🍓 vic blurb vic de angelis x reader

-being in a punk band and having vic feature in a show (you know like thomas recently did with starcrawler) and her doing her scissoring thing on top of me and then when she extends and after extending a hand to help me up and pulling me into a very gay gay gay kiss smearing her lipstick on my lipstick and leaving a big lipstick stain on my cheek as well

·。🍓 birthday wish victoria de angelis x fem!reader | smut

-little birthday blurb

·。🍓 church crush vic de angelis x reader | kinky as kink abba; innocent/corruption kink, and idk, sacrilege?

-good girl!reader having a massive obsession on a not-so-good girl from her church.

·。🍓 proficiency test victoria de angelis x gn!reader | a bit of swearing + one (1) explicit and one (1) implicit mention of sex + i'm very much projecting (who doesn't) + shitty german

-vic decides to help you study. chaos ensues.

·。🍓 coming home victoria de angelis x fem!reader

-vic has had a long day but coming home to you lifts the uneasiness from her shoulders and she vocalizes just how lucky she feels that you are in her life.

·。🍓 because of you idiot! victoria de angelis x gn!reader | angst(I guess), romantic fluff

-Victoria suddenly comes distance, and you try to find out why.

·。🍓 fluffy blurb vic de angelis x reader

-(it's something about getting matching tattoos with vic)

·。🍓 fuffly/smut with victoria victoria de angelis x fem!reader

-fluffy morning/half smut with victoria. nipples playing.

·。🍓 your camera roll while dating vic vic de angelis x reader | fluff, smut

·。🍓 knowing your worth vic x fem/gn! reader | hurt, comfort

-Vic is there for you after a conflict with your parents.

·。🍓 the first happiest birthday vic de angelis x reader | fluff

·。🍓 crawling back to you vic de angelis x reader

-Vic once again finds her way back to you.

·。🍓 one of a kind vic de angelis x reader | fluff, mentions of sex

-Vic finds out just how rich the feeling of love can be.

·。🍓 “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretend that it’s you!” vic de angelis x reader | fluff, angst

·。🍓 pt 2 hospital vic fic. vic de angelis x reader

·。🍓 “everything before the word ‘but’ is horseshit.” vic de angelis x reader | smut

·。🍓 the one where victoria is patient. victoria de angelis x fem!reader | smut

-you've been with Victoria for half a year. Maybe it's about time you pushed your fears away.

·。🍓 “Yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe I would.” vic de angelis x reader | fluff

·。🍓 “Give me attention.” vic de angelis x reader | smut

·。🍓 “We’re in public, you know.” vic de angelis x reader | fluff

·。🍓 “Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.” vic de angelis x reader | fluff

·。🍓 "Take off your clothes, but leave the heels on." vic de angelis x reader | fluff

·。🍓 vic fic vic de angelis x reader

-A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party

·。🍓 vic blurb vic de angelis x reader

-Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

·。🍓 l'amore è più forte di ogni segreto: Part 1. victoria de angelis x fem!reader | angst, swearing, bad google translate translations, overuse of italics, mention of someone called ‘A’ - Damiano’s girlfriend

-unbeknownst to you both, paparazzi photograph you and Victoria while on your way back from a date night. When you find out in the morning, the two of you have very different ideas of how to handle the situation.

·。🍓 l'amore è più forte di ogni segreto - Part 2. victoria de angelis x fem!reader | angst, swearing, bad google translate translations, overuse of italics.

·。🍓 k is for kisses vic de angelis x reader

-You and your girlfriend, Victoria, both like to tease each other. Kisses ensue.

·。🍓 peculiar and beautiful victoria de angelis x gn!reader | angsty but also fluffy

-reader finds themself in a emotional rut. A few comments online, the constant youtube recommendations on how to be “perfect” have been making them feel some type of way, hiding away from the one person that can help them; Victoria

·。🍓 amalfi nights victoria de angelis x fem!reader | smut, pretty vanilla, softdom!vic, servicetop!vic, praise, kind of fluffy smut

-reader and victoria are for vacation in Amalfi. After a candle-lit dinner at the restaurant, after a long day of swimming and sunbathing, victoria just wants to show you her love.

·。🍓 afterglow victoria de angelis x gn!reader | mentions of sex

-reader meets victoria while traveling with friends. The two create a lovely summer fling and reader can not help but bask in the afterglow of victorias influence hoping to encounter her again.

·。🍓 homesick vic de angelis x reader | tw sickness, vomitting

-vic and the reader being on a long vacation together. One night the reader wakes up homesick and ends up being sick in the toilet, trying to be as quiet as they can not to worry vic too much. To no use, of course, as vic wakes up alarmed by the sounds of someone being ill in the bathroom and then goes to comfort the sick, guilty, crying reader?

·。🍓 vic fic vic de angelis x reader

-An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

damiano david

✧*: i want to dance on your body damiano david x fem!reader | smut 

-you and your bestie hit up a party when you start grooving with Damiano, and the dance floor chemistry carries over to his hotel room. That's where the magic unfolds, and you both go to cloud as he compares you to an angel.

✧*: i'm gonna fly straight to you damiano david x fem!reader | fluff

-you and Damiano are cuddled up in bed, brainstorming epic future adventures together.

✧*: i wanna paint your face like you're my Mona Lisa. damiano david x fem!reader | smut

-damiano takes you to see his new yacht

✧*: long stormy night damiano x fem!reader x vic | SMUT!!!, degradation, corruption kink, wax play, knife play, blood play, spanking, bit of fear play, unprotected sex, it’s just wild ok, i wanted to treat y/n

-It’s a last day of your small, a bit disappointing  gateway trip. The big storm is approaching, yet your evening takes an interesting turn when you bump into two hot Italians in the hotel bar

✧*: overthinking damiano david x fem!reader | swearing, alcohol, smoking, smut related things in general

-Your relationship with Damiano is going through a crisis and some jealousy. All becomes clear after a filed party and a steamy night. There is a bit sad, angsty beginning, smut in the middle and a bit of fluff in the end. So, we have the whole package.

✧*: welcome home damiano david x fem!reader | surprisingly fluffy but also smut

-after a long week all you need is a loving touch of your currently absent boyfriend. Luckily in the morning there is a very handsome surprise waiting for you, and this allows you to start your day in best way you could possibly imagine

✧*: 300,000 hearts damiano david x fem!girlfriend!reader

-where damiano sings a song about you he wrote in highschool, to a full arena

ethan torchio

ᑦ( •ᴥ• )ᐣ blush ethan torchio x reader | pure fluff

-a blurb of Ethan meeting his new makeup artist who's really kind and bubbly and he instantly gets a crush on them?

ᑦ( •ᴥ• )ᐣ a night in paris ethan torchio x fem!reader | smut+swearing

-you went on a tour with the band and Ethan enjoyed Paris the most. Having your boyfriend all happy and excited turned out to be better then you expected.

ᑦ( •ᴥ• )ᐣ "The way your eyes get darker when you get aroused, is making me lose my mind." ethan torchio x fem!reader | smut

-If acting unwise get's you places, maybe you're just pushing it to be on your knees.

thomas raggi

❤︎ ❥ "We passed 'just friends' about 20 fucks ago." thomas raggi x reader | angst, fluff, smut

❤︎ ❥ sanremo. thomas raggi x gn!reader | swearing, slightly sugggestive

-ever the supportive boyfriend, thomas indulges you in a sanremo 2023 watch party.

[chemical-killjoy]

✨MASTERLIST✨

Greetings Dear Reader! Right now the majority of the fics on my masterlist are from my old blogs, @immrbrightsideeee and @remingtonisleithal, so most links will take you to that, any and all notes on those posts I am not likely to see for a bloody long time, so please message me or send an ask or something if you really liked the fics/want a sequel or are anything! Also if you like my writing, check out @smiling-girl and @fandomfoodiedancer, they're amazing <33

Requests are OPEN

(and encouraged lol)

I write for a whole bunch of fandoms, but here's the ones I can think of: arcane, black veil brides, maneskin, marvel, motionless in white, my chemical romance, palaye royale, pierce the veil, the artful dodger, the raven cycle (books), and supernatural :)

If you like my writing, here's the link to join my taglist (It's very important you guys fill this out if you wanna join my taglist as I do write some serious, dark topics sometimes) and here's a link to buy me a coffee

updated: 15/12/23

Damiano David:

*A night to remember 1/2

smut. Damiano is attracted to reader singing iwbys

Movie and a kiss

the reader had a fight with their family and Damiano looks after them

Fast Car (trigger warning)

Honestly this is just angst and emotional and if you don’t cry I have failed as a writer. But it’s got a happy ending!!

Vic de Angelis:

Knight in Shining Armour

Vic saves the reader from a creep at a bar

Remington Leith:

*Caught in the Storm

reader and remington share a bed in a storm. What ever will happen?

Feel better

comfort fic, remington takes the reader on an adventure to feel better

*Only one answer (part two of Feel Better)

I will find you

mesmerized by someone in the crowd, remington has to find the reader

Something beautiful (part 2 of I will find you)

I Just Need Some Air*

young!Remington and the reader are at a party and after confessing their feelings things get heated.

Better Than Nutella

Remington is hooked on his new friend’s cooking, and smile.

Movie Night

Remington and Y/N have a movie night

Morning Light: (this is a collab with @cursivetalk)

vampire Remington, based on the tonight is the night I die video. Series, currently being written.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Emerson Barrett:

Teach me

emerson teaches the reader the drums

Andy Biersack:

Don’t go (trigger warning) (there is comfort)

I Don’t Wanna Be Alone (trigger warning) (with comfort)

Love isn’t always fair *

After a concert Andy reveals his love for his best friend

Mortician’s Daughter (trigger warning)

Thomas Raggi:

Moonlight’s Curse (part 1)

werewolf!thomas, a series being written :)

Mistakes and Misunderstandings

Ronnie Radke:

*untitled

pwp really, Ronnie meets Y/N in a bar and things happen

Vic Fuentes:

Hell Over Me (trigger warning) (happy ending)

Frank Iero:

Not A Kid *

TW brief mention of abuse, age gap. Y/N works for MCR and it turns out Frank likes her just as much as she likes him

Gerard Way:

Cemetery Drive

TW for suicide and self harm. Y/N visits her ex’s grave, and is surprised to find him there

Hang Em High

Cemetery drive part 2

Demolition Lovers

Part 3 and final chapter of Cemetery Drive

Kisses and Coffee

Coffee shop and accidental kiss AU

Dean Winchester:

Life In (Rose) Pink

Dean is a romantic cliche trying his hardest

Chris Motionless:

Eternally Yours *

Based on the music video

Jinx:

You Decide

Reader has a breakdown and Jinx helps them

Jack Dawkins/Dodger:

Healing Kiss *

Reader is in hospital, but Dr. Dawkins is there to heal her. TW for self harm, suicide and mentions of abuse.

[teenyweenynightghost]

𝕸𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

Blurbs Masterlist

A/n: I’m back (I hope). I have re-organized all my fics, everything that is under 1k words will be in a different “Blurb list”. As always, requests for fanart and fanfics are more than open. And if anyone needs it, I would also love to help with proof-checking or moral supports for fanfics <3

Taglist: @fuckim-so-gay @ginny-lily @messyhairday-me @cheese-toastie-11 @wannabemarlenabutiscoraline @simp-per-ethan @maneskinrollercoaster @juststalking @superchrystaldrug @immrbrightsideeee @shehaddreamstoo @tiaamberxx @victoriadeangeliswifey @bidet-and-legolas @makapaka11 @electra-phoebe @makeavvish @perfectlyunbiasedobservation @cucciolafaerie @theimpossiblehologramtree @unitersmoonshine @deeavjbes @selenophiliaxx @oro-e-diamanti @l0standn0tf0und @iosonoarina @que--sera--sera @writingmaneskin @rhaellasdaughter @cursivetalk

𝕿𝔥𝔢 𝕾𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔯 𝕰𝔯𝔞

Smut

New clothes

Vic x Fem!Reader, 1.3K words,

Fortunate Disaster / 2

Vic X Fem!Reader, 2.4K

Vic X Ethan X Fem!Reader, 1.5 K

As lucky as the rainbow

Vic X Fem!Reader, 1.7K

To the edge

Vic X Fem!Reader, 1K

Angst

Fluff

Date Night

Vic X Male!Reader, 1.1K words, requested

Dream View

Damiano X Fem!Reader, 1.2K words, requested

How do I look?

Thomas X Fem!Reader, it’s not 1k but I love it too much, requested

Nerdy Romance

Ethan X Fem!Reader, 1K, do you wanna cry? Read this. Requested

It will always be you

Ethan X Fem!Reader, dare I say, my favourite? 2.7 K words, requested

The period from hell

Ethan X Fem!Reader, 1.8 K words, requested

Absolute chaos

Monopoly night 1 / 2

Måneskin Group Chat 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8

Meeting the parents

Ethan X Fem!Reader, 1K, based on a meme

Series that I started but need a shit ton of motivation to continue

The fluffiest Alliance

Fem!OC, Må appears at the end, 3.3K words

A Breath of Fresh Air 1 / 2 / 3

Boarding school AU, Vic X Fem!OC

Series that I actually finished

The one with an impatient author and a slow-burn 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

Ethan X Fem!Reader

𝕿𝔢𝔢𝔫𝔶'𝔰 𝕮𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨

Smut

Mamma Mia

All X Fem!Reader, 1.8K Words

The aftermath

All X Fem!Reader, blurbs (i can feel my pulse through my eyes after writing this)

Fluff

The lost keys

Ethan X Fem!Reader, eh almost 1K

The surprise

Thomas X Fem!Reader, again, almost 1K

Goodnight

Vic X Fem!Reader, 5K

CHALLENGES

Teeny’s October Nightmares 1 / 2 / 3

October blurbs prompt list 1

[burningbridgesblacknblue]

Not Enough

Summary: An apology isn’t enough after one too many. 

Genre: Angst, a whole lotta angst

Pairing: ReaderXDamiano

Word Count:1,100

A/n: This literally came about because @hemmoluna​ had an idea about reader fighting with Damiano and yelling Vaffanculo at him. I’m sorry it took so long I hope you enjoy! Btw this is my secondary blog where I post my imagines that have to do with anything besides K-pop =)

The sound of water hitting the cold ceramic tiles, filled the silence around you. Your head tilted back to soak your hair in the spray. Normally your shower was the time you’d enjoy your me time, there was something soothing about the routine that calmed your nerves. 

This time was different.

Your fingers aggressively massaged the shampoo in to your scalp as you cursed your boyfriend’s very existence.

A scoff left your throat; boyfriend? What right did he have to that title? 

Surely you didn’t have a boyfriend who so freely flirts with a beautiful stranger right in front of you.

Your amore didn’t do such things to you out of common decency but more so respect.

You knew his charm was part of his soul, his very makeup but it didn’t make it hurt any less to be so suddenly forgotten as if the last two years didn’t mean anything to him.

How could he allow a stranger to touch him in such a way when he never showed any form of affection in front of others with you? 

You swiped angrily at the hot tears spilling down your cheeks. He was so cruel without knowing it.

Did he even know you left the party early? When you had gotten in the shower there were no awaiting texts or missed calls. He was too busy taking over the world with his band mates.

Drinking champagne with anyone and everyone who was with his label. It seemed so simple for him to forget about how uneasy you were in large crowds. 

Better yet; how quickly did he forget you were even there by his side? 

The only one who looked out for you had been Ethan.  While extremely grateful for his comfort and companionship he wasn’t the one you wanted to hold you and whisper sweet reassurances in your ear when your claustrophobia became too much.

You realized Damiano couldn’t have been bothered. He was preoccupied allowing some pretty woman to grab on to him, hold him, even grope his ass. 

What reason did you have to stay? 

You couldn’t allow him to make a fool out of you in front of such a large group of people.  In order to save face you told Ethan there was a work emergency of your own you needed to tend to and that’s how you ended up here. 

In your Gallery/Studio. Alone. 

Dare you say heartbroken as well.

It was the only place you could think of that kept you tucked away from the world outside. 

It gave you time to mend your weeping heart without the risk of someone you know catching you and asking you what had happened. 

As much as you loved Damiano, maybe it was time for you to let each other go.

With your art receiving more and more recognition and Måneskin taking off fairly quickly perhaps the universe was trying to tell you that your relationship had run its course.

As much as you loved him, sometimes love wasn’t enough. 

You shut the water off and wrapped the warm towel around yourself; the slight chill in the air caused you to shiver.

A moment later there was a knock on your bathroom door. Your mind sifted through every possibility. Only so many close friends and family had the passcode to your studio. 

“Y/N?” That sweet masculine voice called through the door, “Amoré mio?”

Your heart beat once, and then twice, before another knock came, “Cara?”

Of course it was him. 

Perhaps if you stayed completely still and silent he and this whole night would just go away.

He knocked again this time harder. Guess not.

“Sei malato Bella?”  

You nearly forgot the reason you were upset with him when you heard the concern in his voice. Something in your stomach churned uncomfortably, were you being too hasty? 

That horrifying image of that dark haired woman grabbing his ass sent you spiraling back; you definitely were not being too hasty.

“Si, vattene via.”

“Cosa intendi?” he answered in return, “posso entrare?”

“No, I don't want you in here.” You stated solemnly running an agitated hand down your face, rubbing at your cheek.

“Why not?” He asked with concern still in his voice.

“Because I don’t.”

“Why is that?” 

He was starting to pick up on the annoyance in your tone. Realizing that you weren't just hung over from one too many drinks.

“Because I don’t!” You snapped, finally releasing the hold on your anger, “Vaffanculo Damiano!”

“Why are you angry with me?” He asked, taken aback. 

How did he not know what he did? You refused to answer with anything other than, “Vattene Via!”

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong!” There was a brief moment where you could hear him pacing back and forth in those large platform boots. 

“Amore Per favore, how am I supposed to fix it if you won’t tell me?” 

Your temper got the best of you as you forced the bathroom door open with as much strength as you could muster.

There he was in all his glory standing there, his long hair touching his cheeks, cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Looking every bit as confused as you did angry.

“How would you feel Damiano if I let someone grope my ass or my chest?” You spat  clutching the towel around you tighter.  

“Amore you know it meant nothing to me,” he stated so calmly, so evenly, it made your anger flare.

“Didn’t look that way to me,” you bit out, “You never said anything to that woman just laughed and smiled like I wasn’t even there.” 

You shook your head in disgust; why was he even here? Disturbing your peace and quiet to give you some half thought out excuse. You didn’t want to hear another word.

“Get out Damiano,” You said quietly but loud enough that he heard you. “I want to be alone.”

You made your move to get around him but he took hold of your hand. With the hand that wasn’t occupied with his smoke he gingerly placed a kiss on your hand, his hair tickled you ever so slightly. 

“Cara, amore, Bella, I only have eyes for you and you alone. Maybe I was a bit too playful with that girl and I’m sorry. You know I never want to hurt you…”

You were too prideful to cry in front of him, his apology for some reason didn’t feel sincere. In the back of your mind other incidents similar to tonight kept replaying like a broken record. He wasn’t going to change unless he really wanted you and it hurt to realize it so late in the relationship.

You removed your hand from his grasp, “Vattene via Dami, I want to be alone.”

He called out to you as you continued on into the small bedroom attached to the bathroom; you ignored him as you shut the door.

His apologies were not enough.

[teatro-dira]

I need help finding a fic. I have absolutely no memory of who wrote it or what it's called. So it's an Ethan smut and angst fic with 2 or 3 parts to it if I remember right. So basically Ethan is dating a girl named Chiara(I think, it's also mostly written in her perspective). Damiano just broke up with Giorgia right before the band plus Chiara are heading to a bar or club. Later in the night Damiano and Chiara have sex in the bathroom and Ethan catches them and is obviously very hurt and pissed. The next day in their shared apartment Ethan has sex with her the same way she did with Damiano. Eventually Ethan leaves Italy and I believe he goes to Portugal, but he comes back and I believe they start dating again.

Sorry if this is unclear, but please help me:)))

[damiano-mylove]

Måneskin Masterlist

Started: 01.06.21

Last updated: 29.07.21

Total works: 30

True Masterlist

Headcanons for Måneskin

The Love Languages of Måneskin

How you first meet them and what dating each member would entail

How each member reacts to you being sick

How the members of Måneskin confess their love for you

Måneskin as vampires

Long distance dating vs Måneskin

How the members of Måneskin would act with an S/O with a mental illness/disorder (depression, ADD, PTSD & Tourette's)

The members of Måneskin with a witchy S/O

Members of Måneskin if they were to date another member's sibling

The members of Måneskin's Guide to S/Os with sleeping issues

Members of Måneskin with a stressed S/O

Gardening with the members of Måneskin

The members of Måneskin with a chubby S/O

The members of Måneskin with a pregnant S/O

How the members of Måneskin would act with an S/O with bad period symptoms

The Members if Måneskin when their S/O is stressed

How the members of Måneskin would be while taking your virginity

The members of our beloved Måneskin reacting to their S/O’s self-harm scars

One-Shots

Thomas Raggi

Condescending Bitch (comfort/fluff)

Come Home With Me - Part 1, Part 2 (fluff)

Dance of The Lovers (fluff)

Damiano David

Two Rocking Chairs (fluff)

Movie Night (Angst/smut)

Ethan Torchio

The Server (fluff)

Paintings and Peach Juice (fluff/smut)

Vic De Angelis

Sunburn (fluff)

To Kiss is To Love (fluff/comfort)

Blurbs

Your Bag - Ethan Torchio

[maneskin-dimensione]

l'amore è più forte di ogni segreto: Part 1.

Summary: Unbeknownst to you both, paparazzi photograph you and Victoria while on your way back from a date night. When you find out in the morning, the two of you have very different ideas of how to handle the situation.

Victoria de Angelis x Fem!Reader

Word count: 4165.

Warning: Angst, swearing, bad google translate translations, overuse of italics, mention of someone called ‘A’ - Damiano’s girlfriend (In my fics) is mentioned in this fic and I decided to call her ‘A’ because how else would they refer to her imao; it all makes sense in my head tbh.

Author’s note: So here it is! I’ve been working on this for so long that I can’t actually believe it’s finished! I’m so proud of this. This fic was written as one whole piece but it’s apparently too long for tumblr, so I’ve had to split it into two. I’m really proud of this fic, as I’ve already said imao and I’m sad I have to split it up,so please enjoy: likes, comments and reblogs honestly fuel me and make my day so please let me know if you liked it and if you’d like to be tagged in anything I may write in the future; It’ll also convince me to post part 2! Also, if you are tagged and do not wish to be then drop me a message and I’ll remove you, so I’m not clogging up your notifications.

I just want to give a MASSIVE shoutout to the amazing @selenophiliaxx, who has been there since the very start of the fic, listened to me ramble on and on and read as much of it as I gave her and was always there when I messaged, no matter how long it took me to get back to her. Her feedback was invaluable and this fic honestly wouldn’t be complete or even written without her so thank you SO so much, this fic is for you, @selenophiliaxx !

Taglist: @selenophiliaxx , @mywritingonlyfans, @daddydamiano , @cries-in-maneskin, @superchrystaldrug , @bidet-and-legolas , @illicitfuck, @pinklyrium, @teenyweenynightghost, @thomasraggilovebot, @tabi-toast, @le-parolelontane, @alittlebitofrosesandlillies

"I can't believe this!"

You sat there, watching as Victoria paced up and down your shared bedroom, holding her phone in one hand and raking her free hand through her hair; she turned to face you.

"I don't understand how they even saw us! I swear we were alone when we came home last night. I didn't see anyone lurking in the shadows. Did you?"

You could see the confusion, the frustration in her eyes and all you wanted was to stand up and wrap her in your arms, but the first time you'd tried to do that...well, she wasn't all that receptive, shrugging you off to resume her pacing.

"Fottuti paparazzi." she continued, ignoring the fact that you'd opened your mouth to reply to her. "Giuro su Dio, non ho mai odiato niente di più di quei serpenti che ti inseguono per cercare di ottenere una storia. Solo perché sono sotto gli occhi del pubblico non dà loro il diritto di fare questo a me, a noi!"

You sighed again, eyes dropping to your hands and your chipped nail polish, wishing that all the drama would stop and you could go back to the dreamy haze of last night.

You giggled, grasping onto Victoria's hand as she led you down the quiet side street. Both of you were tipsy from the drink you'd consumed but were happy and full, having spent the night at your friend's house. It had been the first time Victoria had met someone you'd deemed "Important" in your life and it had gone swimmingly well - she'd been more worried than you and insisted on a "Good luck" drink before you'd left Maneskin house together.

"I'm glad they liked me." Vic murmured to you, pulling your joined hands up so she could plant a kiss against your knuckles. "I might not have seemed it, dolcezza, but I was really quite nervous."

You smiled, giving her hand a squeeze. "Oh really? I didn't notice. I told you had nothing to worry about; they just want me to be happy with someone who treats me right and..." you trailed off, blushing slightly. "I am."

Victoria smiled back at you, her eyes light with affection and the effect of the drink that she'd consumed through the night, and pulled you to a stop, looping her arms around your waist and pulling you flush against her.

"I make you happy, huh?" she teased, lifting one hand to brush your hair from your face, "Aw, am I making you blush, la mia bella ragazza?"

You didn't answer her, just smiled bashfully at the shoes she had chosen for the occasion; you, weirdly, couldn't bring yourself to look at her...she made you feel a way that no one had ever before.

"You make me happy too, you know?" she said, quietly, softly, her voice as soft as the wind that caught her hair. "I thought I could only feel this level of happiness while I was on stage but you've proven me wrong."

Your blush darkened and you felt her squeeze your waist.

"I don't want this night to end." you sigh. "It's just been so good. I love to have you like this. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love sharing you with the world; you're too much of a star to keep hidden but I do like having you to myself too."

Victora's soft smile turned into a smirk. "Well, tonight doesn't have to end, amore. Come home with me."

You blinked at her, biting your lip. "Are you sure?"

You'd been to Maneskin house plenty of times, spending the day there and attending their small group parties, but you had never stayed the night before. It's not that Victoria hadn't asked you, because she had - several times in fact - but you hadn't wanted to rush anything, you'd wanted to take it slow...build up to it, make sure it was something worth building up to because you still - after all this time - couldn't believe that someone like Victoria de Angelis was interested in someone like you.

But tonight, you wanted to believe. Tonight, you  didn't want to refuse. Tonight you wanted to go home with her, sleep in the same bed as her, wake up next to her the next morning and kiss her awake and bond with her bandmates over breakfast in the kitchen while exchanging good-hearted gossip at Victoria's expense.

That's what you wanted and here she was, offering it to you on a silver plater.

"More than sure." Vic smiled and you swore it could rival the sun. She held out her hand. "What do you say?"

Smiling, with butterflies in your stomach, you took her hand and allowed her to lead you towards Maneskin house.

....

You'd woken up that morning, naked and tangled in Victoria's embrace, the sun shining through the peaks in the heavy curtains that had been haphazardly pulled across while the pair of you had stumbled about in the dark, trying (and probably failing) to be quiet when she'd pushed you against the wall, pressed herself against you and attacked you with kisses that you could lose yourself in.

This morning, she'd kissed your forehead, your cheeks, your chin and your nose good morning before finally giving you the kiss you'd really wanted, deep and soft, successfully taking your breath away and making your morning before it had even really begun.

The two of you had eventually emerged from bed, you clad in one of Vic's sleepshirts that she kept around just for you. She was always a lot more comfortable to sleep topless and you admired her confidence but you weren't really in the same boat so whenever you came over for movie night or just to hang out with her, Vic would always have a soft shirt with your name on it.

You'd stumbled down to the kitchen, Vic stopping you every so often to plant a kiss on you: your lips, your cheek or jaw, wherever she could reach, resulting in the pair of you being giggling messes walking into the kitchen and earning you some surprised looks from the other 4 occupants: Damiano, his girlfriend, Thomas and Ethan.

Vic had just strolled over to the fridge, throwing out a friendly "Good Morning!" to her bandmates and pulling out the orange juice, turning to hand the apple juice carton to you. You'd blushed bright red at the stares from Damiano, Ethan and Thomas, but you couldn't help but admire your girlfriend's confidence as she strutted back to your side and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

"So, what's for breakfast then?"

You'd enjoyed the morning from that moment on. All six of you sitting around the dining room, breakfast plates loaded up and  music playing from the old record player that sat in the corner, exchanging stories of time on tour and the antics that Victoria would get up to whenever she visited Denmark. You felt like you belonged with them almost, like you belonged in their lives and in their worlds. You saw the way they acted with each other and how they always made you to include you in their conversations so you didn't feel like a spare part.

But when the clock had stuck 12 noon, the happy, warm little bubble you had been happily encased in was rudely and brutally popped.

You, Vic and Ethan had been lounging in the pool, Damiano and his girlfriend tanning themselves on the sun loungers, talking quietly between themselves, hands interlocked and swinging back and forth, while Thomas had been strumming his guitar while sitting at the table, his feet up, looking peaceful and content.

You turned to send a wave of water towards your girlfriend when Leo emerged from the house, waving off the excited greetings that everyone called out when they spotted him. He stopped in front of the pool, his gaze slipping to you momentarily before turning to focus on Vic, phone in hand.

"You need to see this," is all he said.

.....

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

Your head popped up at Victoria's voice, suddenly a lot calmer. Your eyes met and she searched yours as she stood over you, hands on her hips.

"I-I don't know." your voice was hoarse from lack of use, but if she noticed she didn't comment, choosing instead to pace again. "What do you want to do about it?"

Vic scoffed, "I want to issue a denial."

You felt the world around you begin to spin as Victoria carried on talking, her hands moving around, but your brain couldn't comprehend what else she was saying, it could only focus on the six words she'd just said.

‘I want to issue a denial.’

You swallowed. "W-what about what I want? Surely I have the right to an opinion on this situation too?"

Vic sighed, stopping her movements again and turning to look at you. "Of course you do, cucciola, but I just think this is the best thing to do."

"But a denial?" you asked now, standing up to face her. "What would that even achieve, Vic? What would we be denying anyway, the fact that we're a couple? The fact that you have somebody?"

"Look, I don't know!" Vic pulled her hands through her hair and sighed, glancing down at the floor and then back up with you. "I just don't want these photos getting out, okay? Merda, we should have been more careful."

You raised your eyebrows. "More careful how? We didn't even know that they were there. What do you suggest, hm? Not acting like a couple in public? Not touching, not even looking at each other?"

"What? Christ, grow up will you?"

"Look, Victoria." you rubbed your forehead and glanced over at her, her eyes wide; you hardly ever called her Victoria and it weirdly unnerved her. "I don't think this denial's a good idea, really I don't. I just don't see what we're denying and I honestly think it'll do more harm than good. Please listen to me when I tell you that I don't want to do this."

"I just want to protect us." she insisted, already typing on her phone. "I want to protect you."

You smiled thinly, your eyes hard and shook your head. "No. You just want to protect yourself."

....

Your eyes were firmly on the ripples of the pool, watching as Chili sniffed around the edge before barking at each move of the water. You needed this, space and quiet from the tension in the house, your ears still ringing from your disagreement with Victoria; the last thing you wanted was to fight with her, but she was just so stubborn.

"Posso sedermi con te?"

You glanced up from your musings to meet the eyes of Damiano peering down on you, a cigarette in one hand and two bottles of beer in the other, one of which he offered to you. It was strange for you to see him alone; usually if his girlfriend was able to visit (like she was now), he was almost surgically attached to her hip.

You nodded, and he slipped into the chair beside you. The two of you sat in silence for a while, you sipping at your beer and Damiano taking drags of his cigarette. It was peaceful, before Damiano broke it.

"Are you okay?"

You shrugged, silent for a moment longer before you turned to him. He was watching you, eyes full of concern. "Where's Vic?"

"I heard her on the phone to someone." he frowned, "I don't know who."

You scoffed but nodded, taking a healthy sip of your drink.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You shrugged again. "Honestly, I want to drink about it."

Damiano nodded and silence washed over the pair of you.

"While I'm not condoning it," Damiano began, glancing over at you. "and I don't necessarily agree with her, I understand why a denial is what Victoria wants. She saw how it was with A and I."

You peered at him, your curiosity peaked. You hadn't been around during Maneskin's Eurovision Era. "How was it with you and A? How did it happen?"

Damiano smiled slightly. "I thanked her while I was tipsy at the Eurovision winner's press conference. We hadn't even talked about going public before I opened my mouth."

You widened your eyes, "I bet she was pissed?"

Damiano's smile turned into a smirk. "Well, she couldn't be too mad at me. We had just won Eurovision, after all. The day after I got home on the other hand..."

You hummed. "She doesn't complain though. Or at least, I've never heard her."

Damiano grinned. "She does sometimes when it gets really bad, but it's been almost a year now since I let it slip and it calmed down eventually."

"Why did you do it? Blurt it out like that in the middle of a press conference?"

He shrugged, head tilted, considering." So many different reasons. Because I was drunk and happy. Because she was the reason we looked so good that night. Because she wasn't with us and I missed her and wanted her to share in our success. But mainly because," he sighed, "Because I was sick of hiding it, of hiding us. I wanted everyone to know that I had an amazing person behind the scenes who had played a big part in us getting to Eurovision in the first place. There was so much speculation anyway and I was so sick of the rumours about Vic and me. It wasn't fair to any of us so I just wanted to set the record straight and couldn't think of a better place to do it."

You took a sip of your drink and glanced at him again. "Was it really difficult, the press knowing?"

Damiano nodded. "When I first let it slip, it wasn't too bad because I hadn't named her, I just said I had a girlfriend. Of course the press wanted answers but the two of us became quite good at hiding from the press and having secret dates when the paps would find out where I was and try to follow - it was even fun for a while, seeing if we would get caught or not.”

He took a drag of his cigarette. "What you need to remember though, is that it's not just the paparazzi that'll descend on you if you and Vic choose to let it happen. I learned that the hard way when I posted something publically for A's birthday and tagged her in it."

You chuckled, taking another sip of your beer. "Oh boy."

He sighed, "I wasn't thinking, too caught up in the fact that it was her birthday for me to really take in the consequences of letting the world know who she actually was."

You nodded, biting your lip. "Vic said she got some abuse online."

Damiano winced. "She did. A very large majority of the fanbase were happy and tried to welcome her and were kind and respectful, but there were just those select few." he shrugged, "We found who they were and blocked them on everything we both use and if it all becomes too much, we both take a break from our phones. At the end of the day, the people sending hate don't know me, not really, and they don't know A or our relationship so we just try our best to ignore them."

You nodded, eyes glancing back out at the spacious garden again and finding Chili running around and barking at the birds. Despite yourself, you allow a sad smile to pull at your lips.

"The two of you make it look so easy."

He turned to look at you. "You know that Vic just wants to protect you, right? Her reaction, the denial idea; she wasn't trying to hurt you-"

"But she did," you interjected.

"I understand that," Damiano continued, "I completely get that it hurt you, but I promise you she didn't mean it like that. She just wants to protect you. I mean...going public, it's not something to do on a whim, you know? Seeing the negative reaction afterwards, I regretted going about things in the way that I did and it was really strained between A and I for a while, and I think Vic is just scared that that's going to happen to you two."

"But you and A are okay now." you pointed out and Damiano chuckled.

"We are." he nodded, "But it took a while. We ended up having  a lot of conversations between us of how to handle this kind of stuff to get us to where we are now. But I know I'd rather fight this with her then without her."

"I just..." you shrugged and took a sip of your beer, refusing to meet his eyes. "Do you think Vic's embarrassed? To let people know she's dating me, I mean. It's not like I'm from the same world, is it? You're all rock stars and A fits in because she works for the band as your clothes designer and I'm just..." you let out a sad sigh, "I'm just an artist with drawings that no-one wants to hang in their gallery."

"Don't you dare sell yourself short like that." Damiano's tone was cross, clipped. "Trust me when I say that Vic is the opposite of embarrassed. She adores you. She used to tease me when I'd talk incessantly about A when we first started dating and now she does the same about you. She loves you. You're one of us, you're part of us now, part of our little famiglia. Our world is your world now and I'm not letting anyone tell you you don't fit here, especially you."

"Grazie, Damiano." you murmured, tilting your beer bottle towards his. Luckily, Damiano got the hint and chuckled, knocking his bottle against yours.

"You two will sort it out, you know." he said, after a moment. "You two are too good together not to."

"I hope you're right."

"I'm always right."

******

You felt a little better after your talk with Damiano, and after spending a little while longer in his company by the pool, you'd retreated to your bedroom.

You glanced up now, your attention being drawn from your book at the sound of someone's knuckles against the doorframe. After Vic had rebuffed your attempts to speak to her, comfort her or even change her mind in terms of issuing a denial, you'd retreated to the comfort of one of the many spare bedrooms that Maneskin house had to offer.

"Come in!"

The door swung open, revealing Vic standing there, her face unreadable as she studied you. You watched her, waiting for her to speak, unsure whether to make the first move. She came to seek you out, so that was a good sign, right?

"Possiamo per favore parlare, cucciola?"

You nodded, turning back to your book to slip in your bookmark and close it, placing it behind you on your pillow. You cleared your throat as Victoria fully entered the room and shut the door behind her, but she didn't make a move towards the bed.

It was almost as if she was waiting for your permission, and so you patted the bedspread, smiling slightly as she approached the bed, sitting down and crossing her legs. You watched as Vic took a deep breath before glancing up at you.

"I think we need to talk."

"I think we both have some stuff we need to get off our chests."

Vic nodded, "Do you want to go first?"

You frowned, "You might not like what you hear."

Despite everything, despite everything that she had said and done in the past day, you didn't want to hurt her.

"I probably won't." Vic murmured, "But I want you to be honest with me and tell me how you're feeling. How you're really feeling."

"You really hurt me."

Vic nodded, biting her lip and you sighed. Did she even know just how much you were hurting? How much her eagerness to issue a denial pained you, cut at you?

"Vic, I just..." you huffed a sigh, "Do you even get how it feels for me? To know that the woman that I love, the woman that I'm so proud to be dating...wants to issue a denial about us?"

"Cucciola-"

"It was the very first thing out of your mouth, Vic." you bit out. Your voice was cold, cutting, hard - you'd never used this kind of tone around Victoria before, you'd never had any reason to. "You wouldn't even listen to reason or any of my own ideas. All you wanted to do was issue a flat-out denial."

"I'm so sorry-"

"Are you embarrassed, Vic, is that what this is?" You spat out, your eyes swimming with tears as you climbed off the bed. You couldn't be that close to her now. "Damiano said that he's sure that's not what this is, but if we're being honest, I'm not sure I agree."

"Damiano wouldn't lie." Vic said, quietly. "He knows me better than anyone."

"I thought I knew you!" your voice was gaining in volume, tears of anger, of hurt and confusion staining your cheeks. "I thought I knew you well enough to believe you when you told me you were all in, all in for us."

"You know I'm all in!"

You could only watch, chest heaving and tears falling as Vic climbed off the bed and approached you, her own eyes swimming with tears. Her hands were shaky as she reached for you but you backed away, shaking your head and instead moving towards the open bedroom window, taking in the air gratefully.

"So, now you can't even look at me?"

Your fingertips ache with how hard you're clutching the windowsill. "I don't know, Vic! I just...I don't know."

You turned around with a deep sigh, leaning against the sill. The talk hadn't gone as you'd wanted it to. When she'd come into the room and said she thought the pair of you needed to talk, you'd envisioned it meaning you'd be sorting this all out; the problem would be solved and you'd make up. But instead, it was just a repeat of earlier: another screaming match with no solution in sight.

"Just, merda," Vic sighed, dragging her hands through her hair as she looked over at you. Her stomach ached at the state of you, the tear stains on your cheek, the defeat in your eyes, the way you couldn't even look at her anymore.

"What can I do to fix this? Please, bella, tell me."

"Vic I...." you swallowed, shaking your head. "I don't... I don't think there's anything you can do to fix this. You're pretty adamant at putting out that denial and it's clear now that there's nothing that I say, or hell, nothing that anyone says, that'll change your mind. I don't think this can be fixed anymore."

"I-"

"I just don't understand," you whispered, so quietly that Vic had to strain to hear it. "I just want to feel that my girlfriend isn't embarrassed or ashamed of me, of us. It's like you're not even considering the fact that we can get out in front of this, go public in our own way then the press aren't beating us to anything."

"I'm not embarrassed." Vic was in front of you now, hands moving to grip your shoulders. You weakly tried to fight her but she was stronger than she looks, especially when she was determined. "But, surely Damiano's told you by now, what it was like for A? How it nearly ruined them in the end?"

"But it didn't, did it?" you spat at her. "Because they didn't let it ruin them, did they, Vic? Because Damiano and A believe in each other and what they have enough to fight against anything. Damiano told everyone who she was and A owned it, they owned it and now they're stronger for it. Are you honestly telling me that we can't do the same thing?"

"We aren't them!" Vic hissed. "We aren't them and you can't ask me to do something just because Damiano did. Sure, it worked out for them, but barely. They were so close to the edge and I don't want that to happen to us!"

"It's already happening to us, Vic. Open your eyes!"

Victoria sighed, shoulders dropping, almost like the fight had completely left her.

"I need some space."

It was almost like deja vu, you thought. While it had been you who turned away earlier, needing to get away from the stifling environment that your argument was creating, now you could only watch with an aching heart as Victoria turned and walked away from you, without looking back.

~ To be continued ~

....

Fottuti Paparazzi - Fucking Paparazzi

Giuro su Dio, non ho mai odiato niente di più di quei serpenti che ti inseguono per cercare di ottenere una storia. Solo perché sono sotto gli occhi del pubblico non dà loro il diritto di fare questo a me, a noi - I swear to God, I've never hated anything more than those snakes chasing you to try and get a story. Just because I'm in the public eye doesn't give them the right to do this to me, to us.

Dolcezza - Sweetness.

la mia bella ragazza -  My beautiful girl.

Amore - Love

Cucciola - Puppy

Posso sedermi con te - Can I sit with you?

Famiglia -  Family

Grazie - Thanks/Thank you

Possiamo per favore parlare, cucciola? - Can we please talk, puppy?

Merda - Shit

[wonderlandishell]

Windows down, scream along

Damiano David/Victoria De Angelis/Thomas Raggi/Ethan Torchio, Damiano David/Victoria De Angelis

Polyamory / Coming of Age / Friends with Benefits / Friends to Lovers

They grow up and grow into love.

Read on ao3

[immrbrightsideeee]

Masterlist

I write for maneskin, most characters from 'one of us is lying' (the show, also check out @fandomfoodiedancer masterlist!), marvel, supernatural, black veil brides, and palaye royale, my chemical romance, motionless in white, pierce the veil, kellin quinn, corey taylor and ronnie radke (the last 8 would be posted on my side blog @remingtonisleithal) ranging from fluff to smut. Please send requests! *means NSFW

updated 7/03/22

Damiano David:

*A night to remember 1/2

smut. Damiano is attracted to reader singing iwbys

Movie and a kiss

the reader had a fight with their family and Damiano looks after them

Fast Car (trigger warning)

Honestly this is just angst and emotional and if you don't cry I have failed as a writer. But it's got a happy ending!!

Vic de Angelis:

Knight in Shining Armour

Vic saves the reader from a creep at a bar

Remington Leith:

*Caught in the Storm

reader and remington share a bed in a storm. What ever will happen?

Feel better

comfort fic, remington takes the reader on an adventure to feel better

*Only one answer (part two of Feel Better)

I will find you

mesmerized by someone in the crowd, remington has to find the reader

Something beautiful (part 2 of I will find you)

I Just Need Some Air*

young!Remington and the reader are at a party and after confessing their feelings things get heated.

Better Than Nutella

Remington is hooked on his new friend's cooking, and smile.

Movie Night

Remington and Y/N have a movie night

Morning Light: (this is a collab with @cursivetalk)

vampire Remington, based on the tonight is the night I die video. Series, currently being written.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Emerson Barrett:

Teach me

emerson teaches the reader the drums

Andy Biersack:

Don't go (trigger warning) (there is comfort)

I Don't Wanna Be Alone (trigger warning) (with comfort)

Love isn't always fair *

After a concert Andy reveals his love for his best friend

Mortician's Daughter (trigger warning)

Thomas Raggi:

Moonlight's Curse (part 1)

werewolf!thomas, a series being written :)

Ronnie Radke:

*untitled

pwp really, Ronnie meets Y/N in a bar and things happen

Vic Fuentes:

Hell Over Me (trigger warning) (happy ending)

Frank Iero:

Not A Kid *

TW brief mention of abuse, age gap. Y/N works for MCR and it turns out Frank likes her just as much as she likes him

Gerard Way:

Cemetery Drive

TW for suicide and self harm. Y/N visits her ex's grave, and is surprised to find him there

Hang Em High

Cemetery drive part 2

Dean Winchester:

Life In (Rose) Pink

Dean is a romantic cliche trying his hardest

[merrywaanderer]

l'altra parte

vic de angelis x fem!reader

requested: enemies to lovers with vic

synopsis: tale as old as time. you hate victoria, and she hates you. or maybe you just haven’t heard the other side of the story.

warnings: swearing, my terrible attempts at italian/roman dialect, a single implication of violence, slight angst

word count: 2.6k

a/n: massive thank you to @maneskintookawaymysanity for creating that wonderful post of roman/italian slang, to which i referred excessively (obsessively, even) whilst writing this <3

⭒

It was quite frankly too early in the morning to be yelling at Victoria, but with her, it was unavoidable, an everyday staple you were forced to adhere to by no obligation except your existence and hers. 

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you got up this early just to piss me off!”

“Victoria, you seriously think I would get up at four-thirty as part of my villainous plot to make your skin crawl?”

“Well you’ve certainly succeeded! We were up until two trying to get that song right, all while you slept soundly on that sofa—”

“Like that was my fault!”

“You and Thomas wouldn’t stop giggling for the first hour of rehearsal—”

The slamming of a door cut Victoria off in her monologue of anger, and out of the bedroom across the hall came Damiano, waving his hands, a mess of hair piled atop his head and a robe thrown around his shoulders.

“Girls! Cosa fai? It’s four in the morning!”

Victoria muttered, “Grazie al cazzo, Damiano.”

“Four-thirty,” you crossed your arms with a pointed look at Victoria. 

As Victoria’s best friend since childhood, and your cousin — slash partner in crime — since birth, it was fair to say that Damiano was always torn between whose side to take. He had maintained a diplomatic role since yours and Victoria’s first meeting, when it had all gone horribly wrong. 

First impressions are often fallible, but this was one that you just couldn’t shake. 

It was seemingly impossible that you’d never met the rest of the band before, given how often Damiano was with them, but fate and circumstance had intervened ceaselessly, and so it wasn’t until two years ago that you’d been introduced. 

They were mid-tour when you’d caught up with them, somewhere in the midst of southern Italy. On holiday, you were finally fulfilling the promise to visit your beloved cousin after a year — an age, said Damiano — of separation. 

You didn’t speak Italian, but you understood it well enough, and Roman dialect too.

“I don’t want her here!” A rather high-strung female voice, shouting.

“For god’s sake, Victoria!” Damiano. “Relax. It’s only for a few days.” 

“After everything we’ve been through, can you not understand that I don’t fucking want her here?”

Damiano sighed. “Yes, but you’re being over-dramatic. I’ve known her for so long, so the least I can do is let her come with us until the end of the trip.”

“Damiano—”

“You know as my best friend you’ve always been my first priority, but there’s got to be room for other people too. So shut up, and let’s go.”

A sickly feeling had settled in your stomach.

Then Damiano had rounded the corner with Victoria in tow, and walked straight into you. 

Your first impression of Victoria was with mascara thick on her eyelashes, a dark look in her eyes, her lipstick was bright red and vaguely smudged. Damiano had a hand on her right wrist, below which it seemed her own hand was bandaged. Her blonde hair was tousled. She glared at you. 

“Ah,” Damiano swore quietly. He opened in English, “Victoria, this is my lovely cousin.”

You told her your name and offered your hand, then retracted it with a wince. 

“Sorry, can’t shake your hand,” she mumbled, barely looking at you. 

“That’s fine,” you said quietly, unable to gauge her tone or what it meant. Then you remembered what had been spoken of you by Victoria before she and Damiano had run into you, and decided you didn’t care what she meant. It wasn’t friendly, that was for sure.

Damiano looked uncomfortable. “Maybe not the best time. Cugina,” he addressed you, “it’s late, we’ll see you tomorrow for proper introductions?”

Mutely, you nodded, and with an apologetic look, he swept Victoria away with him down the hall. 

But the next morning had arrived sharp and cold, rain pouring down from the skies like there was a singular, humongous waterfall above the region of Basilicata, intent on drenching everyone on the ground. You had been offered no further introductions beyond saying hi to Thomas and Ethan after being seated by them on the bus. You caught the occasional glimpse of Victoria, who was sitting at the back, head leaned against the window, not speaking to anyone. 

The rain had not relented by the time the bus reached the next location on the tour, and it was in a confused frenzy that the instruments and equipment were ferried between the bus and hotel.

Victoria, after previously making it clear that she wanted nothing to do with you, now went one step further and decided she thought of you as nothing but a concierge. You had been standing beneath the overhang of the hotel entrance, under Damiano’s orders — because as he had rightfully told you, “You don’t know where we want all our stuff, better just to let us do it.” It was then that Victoria had shouted at you. A few of choice words, and then telling you to get her guitar. 

She hadn’t even remembered your name. 

She sure remembered it now, though, standing in the villa kitchen, grumbling at you that four-thirty had turned into four-fifty, and still she was not in bed. 

“Should put you in a bed together, then you’ll have something to complain about,” Damiano muttered.

“What?” you snapped, at the same time that Victoria spat, 

“Cosa?”

Instantly, you glared at her, and she mirrored the expression. How like her to say in Italian what you had just said in English, to satisfy her competitive nature and prove once and for all that she was just that little bit better than you; she spoke three languages where you spoke only one. 

“Ah! See,” said Damiano, “you can agree on one thing.” When met with blank looks, he shrugged. “You both think I’m an idiot.”

Victoria rolled her eyes. “I’m going to bed.”

“Sleep well,” you said, without thinking. 

But you must have come off as sarcastic, because she flipped you off as she disappeared back into the darkness of her bedroom. 

You remembered then why it was you couldn’t stand her.

Only, when you searched for a singular reason, you found yourself scrambling as to why it really was she made your blood boil. 

You hated everything about her.

⭒

The next day was the same as many previous: the hot summer sun blazing overhead, Thomas interchanging tutoring sessions with Ethan, video games, and lazing by the pool, where Damiano and Victoria occupied a pair of pool floats and glasses of what they called limonata. 

Damiano’s speaker was blaring in the background when you came outside, towel slung over your shoulder. 

You thought Victoria peered at you over the rim of her sunglasses, but you blinked, and her glance was gone. Now she looked as though she hadn’t seen you at all, head thrown back against the plastic of the float she was lying on, throat bared to the sun like she was soaking it in. Or maybe the sun was soaking her in, taking her away to forever be wrapped in its rays, a goddess rather than a human being. 

You recoiled violently. 

What?

Had you really just called Victoria  — Victoria  — a goddess?

You ran a hasty hand through your hair and resumed your passage toward the pool, because it appeared that you’d stopped somewhere along the way. 

“Ciao?”

It would also appear that Damiano had said your name multiple times whilst you’d been staring at Victoria.

She smirked, and your skin felt hot. Too hot. Her glances were scorching, and you hated her. 

Hated her. Hated her.

“Going swimming?” your cousin asked. 

You nodded, setting your towel down on a sunchair. 

Then you proceeded to jump in the pool, soaking both Victoria and Damiano in the process.

When you returned to the water’s surface, Damiano was laughing, but Victoria looked like she was most certainly going to murder you this time. 

“Oh, vaffanculo!”

Victoria’s hair was dripping down the sides of her face with pool water, her blue eyes dark like the sea beneath a tempest of a storm.

“Victoriaaa,” said Damiano. “You spoil everything.” Still, he was laughing, and you had joined him.

Victoria rolled off of her pool float and swam toward the edge of the pool, taking the ladder and pulling herself out of the water. 

“Victoria!” Damiano yelled, in a pleading tone, as though that would make her see reason.  But with her towel wrapped around her lithe frame, she disappeared back into the house, disappeared like she always did. 

Damiano sighed. “Aridaje.” 

You sat on the pool stairs in an uncomfortable silence. 

It was minutes before your cousin turned to you. “Why can’t you just get along?”

You sputtered, “Because she hates me!”

Damiano snorted. “Because she hates you?”

“Yes!”

“Cugina, she was so excited to meet you, years ago, because I spoke so highly of you! And then she was embarrassed as hell because you saw her like that, the first time.”

You blinked. “What?”

Your cousin threw up his hands, “Yet you hated her from the moment you met. It was obvious.”

“What?”

Damiano frowned. “There’s some misunderstanding, I’m sure. You’d better go talk to her.”

“Talk to her?”

He waved his hands, “Get out. Go.”

“But — ”

“No, go. Mó!”

Understanding well enough, you swam to the side of the pool and got out, confusion muddling your head beyond relief. You towelled off and hurried inside, water still matting your hair against your skin. 

She wasn’t in the living room or the kitchen, but you thought you could hear someone playing music down the hall, and it couldn’t be Thomas or Ethan, because they’d been in the middle of an intense game of Fifa on the PlayStation. 

The door to Victoria’s room was closed when you reached it, but you hazarded a knock, and the deep thrum of bass subsided. 

“Come in.” Her voice was quiet, cautious. 

You pushed the door open to find Victoria sitting on the bed, leaning on her lap the white bass guitar with Girls bite back written on it in Sharpie. She was still wearing her bikini. Her skin glowed golden in the afternoon light. 

You bit your lip, a nervous habit picked up from living with too many circumstances you couldn’t control. 

“You?” Victoria said, incredulously.

You could feel the little hairs rising along your spine, hatred settling into your bones like a cold draft on a winter’s night. 

You scoffed. “Me. I can’t even enter a room before you start glaring at me.”

Victoria scowled, true to your accusation. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Forgoing all of Damiano’s advice to simply talk, you cast your eyes about the room. “You hate me!”

“I hate you?”

“Yes!”

“No,” said Victoria, “you hate me. Ever since the day we met, you’ve hated me. And I can’t figure out why.”

“Because you didn’t want me here!” you cried. “You’ve never wanted me here. You four have been friends forever, and you resent me for barging in.”

She looked affronted, setting down her bass. She stood, her palm against her chest. “I never said anything like that.”

“I heard you and Damiano talking.”

“When?”

“Two years ago, just before I met you. You said you didn’t fucking want me around. Ring any bells?”

Victoria’s puzzlement fell from her face like a penny to the floor. She looked suddenly pitying. “Oh, cara, I didn’t mean you.”

Something in the room had shifted. 

You felt as though you’d stepped out onto a stage with no words to say. The temperature had risen again instead of dropped, and Victoria was gazing at you like she’d broken your heart and was terribly afraid of breaking it further. 

“You — ” the breath left your lungs. “You didn’t?”

Victoria shook her head, baby blue eyes wide. “No, not at all.” Then she laughed. “I hadn’t met you. How could I have hated you then?”

“But —” you stammered, “you couldn’t look at me, and you ignored me the next day. You didn’t remember me when we got off the bus, just told me to get your bass —”

“How embarrassed do you think I was, to meet you the first time with a bloody  lip and a fractured wrist, wrapped up like I’d been in a —” Victoria searched for an expression, “a bar… brawl?” She sighed. “I’d just broken up with my girlfriend. She threw my guitar at me. She was still on tour with us, on the same bus and everything, because Damiano knows her mother.”

You balked for the hundredth time. “Oh... Oh my god.”

Victoria shook her head, seemingly unbothered. “And I’m sorry if I yelled at you. It was raining and I couldn’t hear myself think, and I thought my wrist was going to fall off.” She shrugged. “Not an excuse, but I am sorry.”

“No,” you murmured, your eyes on the floor. “It’s okay.”

“And you were so pretty,” Victoria continued. “I was fucking intimidated!”

Your eyes snapped back up. She was watching you gently, her hands clasped almost nervously at her chest, where she wound her fingers in knots a sailor wouldn’t have been able to untie. 

You could hardly breathe. 

When had she gotten so close to you — not even an arm’s length away? Her fringe fluttered over her forehead in the breeze that bustled in from the open window. 

“So,” you whispered, all too aware of the fact that you were now breathing the same air as Victoria, in the same frantic string of heartbeats. “You don’t hate me?”

“No,” she said. “Never.”

Her lips were the colour of pink summer peaches; she smelled of rain.

“Victoria —” her name was soda bubbles in your mouth.

“Please kiss me.”

Soft words breathed from softer lips were all you needed.

Your hands were on her face and she was in your embrace, wrapping her arms around your middle and pulling you to her as you pressed your mouth against hers. 

She was summer itself, the sun curling through leaves and shimmering against the water, and she tasted better than peaches, kissed with more gentleness than the light of the moon. 

There was no hatred here. It had all melted away and was unfathomable in the wake of its passing. You could not remember what it was to hate, with the brush of Victoria’s nose against your own, your heart fluttering in your chest, against her heart. 

Ire had turned from sour into sweet, and you were addicted to the spun sugar of her lips, the light pressure of her fingertips against your waist, the warmth of her skin and how it felt to hold her. 

“Eccallà!” a shout interrupted you suddenly, and you broke hastily from Victoria to find Damiano, Thomas, and Ethan standing in the doorway. Ethan continued, “That’s not hate.”

Thomas was laughing. He sang, “No, that’s amoooore!”

Victoria still had an arm around your waist and her head rested in the crook of your neck, but she managed to flip them off with her other hand. 

“Could have fooled me!” said Damiano.

“Well,” Ethan snorted, “you are dense.”

Victoria rolled her eyes. “Get out of my room,” she said, and promptly slammed the door. 

You found yourself up against said door, and raised your eyebrows.

“We’re not done, pretty girl,” she murmured. 

“No?”

She kissed the hollow of your throat. 

“You’re not going to remember how to hate me after today.” 

A shiver ran down your spine at her lips, pressed to the shell of your ear.

You smiled and let yourself be enveloped in her arms, deciding it was pointless to tell her that you already couldn’t have hated her if you had tried.

⭒

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[yelenasdog]

rebel girl (vic de angelis x fem!singer!reader)

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 REBEL GIRL  𝐁𝐘 BIKINI KILL

(listen while reading for best experience) 

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff with a sprinkle of angst for .0000002 seconds

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a kiss during a shared performance turns into something more.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2.3k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing, kissing, drinking, my attempts at writing roman dialect and italian, and i believe that’s it.

𝐚/𝐧: ok so i know not a whole lot abt måneskin so if anything abt this in terms of the band or how they perform is inaccurate forgive me! but i think vic is hot and this song makes me think of her LOL. thanks for reading, and enjoy the fic!! <3

(all translations will be linked at the end of the fic)

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The cheers of the crowd were deafening, but it seemed the beating of her own heart was even louder. Lights flashed a plethora of neon colors, and those on the stage looked liked silhouettes moving about freely.

Ethan nodded at Thomas, quickly bringing down his stick to the tightly spread plastic.

Thomas bobbed his head, starting to play the opening riff.

Select members of those in attendance began to cheer, just the opening notes being enough to give away what was about to be performed.

“For our last song tonight, we’d like to bring out someone you all know and love.” Damiano spoke into his mic, wrapping an arm around Vic’s neck and allowing her to lean down into the microphone in his hand.

“She’s someone that everyone, including myself, heavily admire as an icon of the generation and a true Riot Grrrl.”


Her eyes closed, a deep breath inhaled and exhaled through her painted mouth. She jumped up and down in her heeled boots, face pointed towards the rickety ceiling of the venue as she did so. She ran a ring adorned hand over her earpieces and made a funny face, making sure they were adjusted to her liking.

A stagehand appeared to her right, handing her a microphone and wishing her good luck. She smiled, responding with a quick “thanks” and a smile.

Victoria looked over from her place on the stage with Damiano, a devilish glint in her eye.

“Here for one night only, London let us introduce” he yelled, leaning down to Vic’s level once more, allowing them to both speak at once, “Y/n Y/l/n!”

A roar erupted from everyone in the building as the aforementioned strutted on stage, lifting the mic to her lips.

“That girl thinks she’s the queen of the neighborhood, she’s got the hottest trike in town.” She started, finding her mark in the center of the stage.

“That girl, she holds her head up so high, I think I wanna be her best friend yeah.” Damiano’s raspy voice let out next, both of their voices mixing together like honey as they started the chorus.

“Rebel girl, rebel girl, rebel girl you are the queen of my world.

Rebel girl, rebel girl.”

“I think I wanna take you home” Y/n began, Damiano then taking over.

“I wanna try all your clothes.” He finished, both him and Y/n groaning in unison to the song.

Vic would be lying if she said she didn’t have to clear both her throat, and her mind. Thomas’ fingers worked skillfully and quickly on the neck of his guitar on the small transitional solo, his focus staying on the cool steel.

Damiano held up his tattooed hand, making a talking motion as he sang and rolled his eyes, “When she talks, I hear the revolution.”

Y/n came up behind Vic, one hand running across her hip, the other on her own as she chose to lean into Vic’s mic over her shoulder, “In her hips, there’s revolutions.”

The lead singer then strutted across the stage back to Ethan, propping a leg up on the base of his kit, and then walking back singing, “When she walks, the revolution’s coming.”

Knowing what line was coming up next, the bassist held her breath, and looked down. It was short lived, though, as Y/n picked up her chin with her pointer finger, forcing her to look her in the eyes. She moved his slowly to Victoria, their lips nearly brushing, her touch feather light.

“In…her…kiss…” she slowly sang, dragging it out longer than in the original song and than in rehearsal. She quickly turned her head, falling to her knees with one side to Vic and one to the audience, her hair cascading over her features.

“I taste the revolution!”

She smiled at Vic as she pushed herself up, a goofy grin plastered onto her face as she allowed Damiano to take the chorus. Victoria replied with only a small smirk, her dark eyeshadow glittering under the colorful lights, making her look like some kind of gothic angel, or celestial being.

Resuming singing, Y/n walked back to the front of the stage, her and Damiano switching every verse. She sat down on the edge, letting her legs dangle over the high surface, feeling fingertips barely touch her unclothed thigh.

“That girl thinks she’s the queen of the neighborhood.”

“I got news for you,”

They both pointed their mics into the audience as the screen behind them flashed “she is!” Allowing the crowd, as well as Thomas, Vic, and Ethan to all scream the two words loudly and in sync.

“I know she is,” her and Dami both sang, as he wrapped an arm around Vic’s neck,

“My best friend yeah”

The chorus continued for a final time, Victoria stomping her heavy platforms on the wooden stage, biting her lip as she performed.

Y/n made her way over to Thomas’ side, jumping to his left and swaying her hair, a knowing smile appearing on his face upon seeing Victoria’s gaze falling upon her movements.

Victoria made rounds to Ethan and then to Thomas, passing Y/n and lightly tapping her hip with her own.

Y/n skipped over to Damiano as he did to her, the pair meeting in the middle briefly for the “love you like a sister, always.”

Victoria returned to her spot from the start, and Damiano found his way to Thomas. Y/n continued on towards the ethereal bassist. The both of them were simultaneously singing to the aforementioned in harmony, nearing the end of the song.

“Soul sister, rebel girl,

Come and be my best friend,

Really, rebel girl.”

Y/n dragged a hand across Vic’s chiseled cheekbone, and in that moment Victoria had taken on the title of a muse for the woman standing in front of her.

“I really like you” she sang to her, lowering her mic as they looked into each other’s eyes, her chest heaving. It was like the music had been reduced down to a slight buzzing, and the thousands of peering eyes meant nothing. They were untouchable.

Y/n resumed for the last line, never breaking her eye contact.

“Be my rebel girl.”

It seemed like a question, a proposal of sorts from one to another, as Y/n’s hand dropped once more.

Victoria quirked a brow as if to ask “are we really doing this?” To which Y/n muttered “fuck it” with a laugh.

Victoria’s hands found either side of Y/n’s face, her calloused fingers rough, yet gentle. Y/n’s own hands found one lazily draped over waist, the other over her shoulder to pull her close.

And in what probably the entirety of the building could have guessed would happen (maybe just not on stage, in that exact moment) they closed the gap between themselves, their lips connecting in a sweet kiss.

Chants and yells of encouragement were whooped by the band and crowd alike, as Damiano raised the mic and the final notes played.

“Y/n Y/l/n everybody!”

They pulled apart, sweaty foreheads against each other’s sides as they turned towards everyone, waving. They were quickly joined by the rest of the group, and Y/n stepped away, leaning into the microphone still hooked on the stand in the center of the stage.

“Let’s hear a huge round of applause for the wonderfully mad Måneskin!” She shouted, the roar of the crowd even louder. She raised her hands in the air, then moving one to her ear, gesturing for them to be louder. They complied, and Y/n took out her earpiece for a moment, soaking in what the band had created.

Vic shouted to Y/n over the noise, waving her over.

“Come on, bow with us!”

Y/n shook her head, not wanting to intrude any further to which Thomas reached out an arm, pulling her over. A bright smile covered her face as Vic reached out, wrapping an arm around her waist only for a second.

Hands joined, they all leaned forward in a dramatic bow, coming back up and waving.

All in sync, they all yelled “thank you, London!”

They looked around for a small period of time afterwards, still having a hard time believing that this was their new reality.

Looking to her right, and seeing Y/n doing the same, Vic decided that Y/n was a specific part of said “new reality” she didn’t quite want to let go of.

So after saying one more goodbye and exiting the stage, the bassist remained silent. It slightly worried Y/n, who had noticed the girl’s lack of communication while she had been thanking the rest of the band members for allowing her to share the stage with them.

“Is Victoria alright?” She asked Damiano, to which he only chuckled before replying.

“She’s fine, trust me. Give her a little bit of time and she will be back to normal.”

Y/n just gave him a tight lipped smile, not completely convinced.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed as Victoria slipped into her dressing room, locking the door.

The rest of the group, already having had a few drinks, was out the door, waiting on a cab.

“Y/n? You and Vic coming?” Ethan questioned.

She nodded, though she was unsure if that was the case, doing her best to cast a reassuring smile in his direction.

Once she made sure they were gone, she knocked twice on the heavy door. Before she could even announce it was her, Vic’s voice rang out.

“Vattene, Damiano!”

“Victoria?” Y/n’s tone floated through the door to the other side, and Victoria face palmed and silently cursed herself. She quickly got up and unlocked the door, regretting her harsh tone.

“Y/n, hi.”

“Hi.” She responded, slight uneasiness about her. Victoria picked up on this immediately, her brows furrowing and her eyes softening.

“Are you alright, Y/n?”

The other girl scoffed and looked at her feet. Scared to break any boundaries now that they weren’t on stage, Victoria cautiously lifted a hand towards her chin, softly picking it up like Y/n had before.

Her voice sounded wavy as she spoke, her jaw slightly hanging slack.

“Actually, I came here to ask the same thing.”

Victoria tilted her head like a confused puppy, leaning up against the doorframe.

“Why? What happened?”

Struggling to find the right thing to say, Y/n began to trip over her words.

“Well, I just, you know, on stage and everything- we were super, y’a know, close and everything and I didn’t wanna, I don’t know. Make you uncomfortable or overstep any boundaries or anything, and if it was just a kiss I didn’t wanna overthink it or read into but, I mean, I really liked it but you seemed to go quiet so-“

Victoria cut off her painful rambling with another kiss, taking firm hold of her arms and moving her inside with her and closing the door with her foot.

“Wow.” Y/n said when they finally pulled apart, her eyes as wide as dinner plates and her pupils the size of the moon.

“Yes, wow.” Vic chuckled, moving a piece of Y/n’s stray hair behind her ear.

“You’re very different when you’re on stage, Y/n. You know that?” She asked, admiring how the fluorescent lights above illuminated Y/n’s features in the most wonderful way.

Victoria had decided she liked her most like this. Vulnerable, sweaty, and with the biggest heart eyes she’d ever seen.

“That’s what I was afraid of.” She laughed.

“No.” Vic frowned, taking her hands. “It’s not a bad thing. Not at all.” She brought her over to the velvet sofa in the corner of the room. “It’s admirable.”

“How?” She asked with a small smile.

“Easy. Because even though your stage persona is lovely,” she laughed, “I think I like this Y/n even better. She seems like she’s kind, and has a big heart with lots of love to give.”

Stunned, the other girl just smiled like an idiot, leaning forward and pecking Vic’s lips.

“Well, what about you?”

“What about me?” The bassist replied, enjoying the banter forming between the pair.

“Why’d you go all radio silent? I’d never heard of Victoria De Angelis from EuroVision winning band Måneskin to do such a thing.” She exclaimed in what was the worst accent Victoria had heard in her life.

(Though, it was endearing, she’d admit.)

“Truly? I was thinking about how to ask you out. If you even wanted me to ask you out, all of that.”

Y/n’s eyes somehow got even bigger, and she laughed, tucking her legs beneath her.

“How is that even a question?” She exclaimed.

“Like I said, you are different on stage from off it. I didn’t know if it was just a front, a performance.”

This time it was Y/n’s turn to roll her eyes and lean in, encapsulating Victoria’s lips with her own.

“It wasn’t just a show, I’d love to go out with you, Vic.”

They both giggled like school girls hidden under the bleachers, leaning in for another kiss. It was hot and heavy, yet slow and sweet. It was everything either girl had hoped for. 

And thanks to a certain Italian doofus, or 4, it would be momentarily put on pause. Mid-make out four loud knocks startled the girls, causing the two do them to pull away.

“Victoria! Daje! Perché non rispondi al telefono, eh? Stiamo aspettando- oh. This makes sense.“ Damiano burst through the door, Ethan and Thomas stood behind him with not-so-surprised looks painted on their faces.

“Realmente? Realmente, Damiano?” She scoffed. “Stai manzo!”

“Sorry, guys. Enjoy yourselves.” He turned over his shoulder to the rest, slowly shutting the door.

“Sicuro di dire che non verranno con noi.” He snickered, as did the others.

“Eccallà!” Ethan remarked, to which, not that Vic and Y/n knew, Thomas shoved him to the side.

Victoria sighed, returning to face Y/n.

“So. Where were we?”

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i hope yall liked that!! mwah make sure to reblog if u did <333 take care of urself!

translations 

[ethanesimp]

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆* MY MÅNESKIN  MASTERLIST ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆* 

☾ BLURBS, DRABBLES & HEADCANNONS

☾ SERIES

Key:

Angst: 🥀

Fluff: 🌺

Smut: 🌹

Requested:  🌷

DISCLAIMER: All these works are purely fictional. I (obviously) know none of these people personally so they are not written with the intention of representing the personalities, ideals, and/or private lives of the Måneskin members. They are just face claims.

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆* DAMIANO DAVID ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*

More Than Just A Game (1.8 k) ⋆ Friends With Benefits  🥀 🌺

Summary: What had started between you and Damiano with a simple game quickly turned into something more. The moment the line between pleasure and love becomes blurry you realize it needs to stop before one of you gets hurt.

gold rush (0.8 k) ⋆ Famous Fem! Reader  🌺  🌷

Summary: Damiano has a small obsession with you.

Sweetheart  (1.1 k) ⋆ INTERACTIVE  🌺 🌹

Summary: What started as an afternoot out shopping turns chaotic after it starts raining.  

I Tuoi Particolari  (2.6 k)  🥀 🌺

Summary: It’s been two years since Damiano lost you.

When You’re Gone (9.8 k) ⋆ Mob Boss! x Mob GN! Reader   🥀 🌺

Summary: Soulmates are already a difficult concept to grasp and things don’t seem to get any easier when you like a person who already has a soulmate.

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆* ETHAN TORCHIO⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*

To Love You  (1.8 k)  🌺

 Summary: After you have a horrible day, Ethan insists on taking care of you in hopes of making you feel better.

What Happens Backstage (1.7 k) ⋆ Dom! x Sub Fem! Reader  🌹 🌷

Summary:  Ethan gives you a treat before a performance.

Amami per Sempre  (2.8 k)  🥀 🌺 🌷

Summary: Ethan isn’t the brightest—or the best—when it comes to surprises, so his attempt at proposing to you causes a few misunderstandings...

Don’t Burn The Pancakes (3.1 k) ⋆ GN! Reader  🌺

Summary: Your daughter’s idea of cooking breakfast for you doesn’t go as well as she’d hoped for.  

Nothing Stays The Same (1.0 k) ⋆ GN! Reader  🥀

Summary: Not even love can resist the test of time.

You’re All I Think About (2.7 k) ⋆ GN! Reader  🥀 🌺

Summary: Two best friends and a confession that has been weighing down on both. Who’ll say the truth first?

En Esta Vida Y Las Que Siguen (2.5 k) ⋆ Vampire x GN! Reader  🥀 🌺

Summary: He had heard about reincarnation many times, but Ethan had never been a believer. Little did he know all it would take for his thoughts to change would be a cute librarian and an accident.

Dolcezza (1.2 k)  ⋆   Nurse! Reader 🥀 🌺 🌷

Summary: Ethan prepares tea and takes care of you.

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆* VICTORIA DE ANGELIS⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*

Let Me Go (3.1 k) ⋆ Servant! x Royal GN! Reader   🥀 🌺 🌷

Summary: You're cornered into making a decision that won't only break your heart but Vic's too.

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆* THOMAS RAGGI⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*

Confessions and Cigarettes  (0.7 k) ⋆ GN! Reader 🌺 🌷

Summary: Thomas tells you he loves you for the first time.

Promises  (1.2 k) ⋆ Best Friend Fem! Reader  🌺

Summary:  Thomas lulls your daughter to sleep after he wakes up to the sound of her crying  

Oh My Love  (1.9 k) ⋆ Thomas Raggi x Fem! Reader  🌹 🌺

Summary: This is just smut with like two paragraphs of plot idk what to tell you.

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 III

Part 2

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐲. 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Genre: angst, fluff

Warning: Victoria comforting not really a warning tho

Pairing: damiano David x reader, Victoria de angelis x reader

Please don't post my content anywhere else without my permission

Comment and reblogs welcome

Ever since damiano came to your apartment and you both had your talk you have been on the couch. Your heart in your chest was aching from seeing him. You just wanted to erase him from your mind and history.

Around 7 you heard the door twist open. It was obvious Vic. She walked in quietly. "Y/n, are you okay?"

She walked into the dark living room seeing you sitting on the couch hugging your body. She felt extremely bad for you.

"yeah.... I will be."

Victoria sat down on the couch. "You want to talk about what happened?" He voice was at a whisper making you feel at ease. "No." You scooted closer to Victoria. She wrapped her arms around you. "Okay, you don't have to talk."

You looked into her eyes. She was smiling softly. You smiled back at her. You couldn't ignore her eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. Without a thought you leaned in and kissed her lips. The kiss was soft, but didn't last because you pulled away after you noticed what you had done.

"Vic I'm so sorry." You got up starting to panic. "I don't know what came over me."

Victoria quickly got up. "hey hey hey hey." She stopped your pacing by taking your face in her hands. "it's ok." She gave you that smile again making you shiver. Some feelings you never felt for Victoria were creeping up on you. You knew you liked women and men but definitely didn't expect to have feelings for both of your friends... Well one since damiano was now your ex friend.

**

The next morning you woke up at 6am. You had a difficult time trying to go to sleep between you and damiano conversation and you kissing Victoria. You felt embarrassed by what you did but she took it well.

You walked into the kitchen going straight to the coffee machine. You heard footsteps behind you making you turn around. "Hi y/n."

Victoria stood in the doorway with a smile. "Good morning Vic." You turned back to the machine and grabbed your coffee. "So I was wondering if you'll go out to dinner with me and the band." Victoria started. "I don't know if damiano is going to be there but I really want you to come."

You turned back to Victoria. "You know what it's fine, I'll go. I don't care about damiano at all.. I just wanna have fun ok."

Victoria nodded. "Ok, well I'll see you later." Victoria walked over to you, she gave you a kiss on the cheek before walking out of the room.

You shut your eyes as you felt your cheeks heat up. Your feelings for Vic was growing stronger and now damiano was no longer the only thing clouding your mind.

*

Later you got yourself dressed and made your way to restaurant Victoria told you to go to. Ethan, Thomas and a few other friends were there already. You greeted them before taking a seat at the end of the table. There was a chair on beside that was reserved for Victoria of course.

A few minutes later Victoria entered the building. She had on a black suit with jewelry, she looked amazing.

Her eyes meet you and she smiled. "Hi y/n." You stood up and gave her a hug. "hi Vic. Glad you made it." You sat back down and Victoria sat down in her chair.

You all began to order your dinner and make conversation. So far there was no sign of damiano. Through the talking Victoria placing her hand on your leg didn't go unnoticed by you. She was getting more comfortable with you than she was before and you honestly liked it.

When your food arrived you all ate. It went by fastly and before you know it you were walking out of the restaurant.

"y/n!"

You turned around to be met by Victoria. "Hey, what's wrong." Victoria stopped beside you. "Oh nothing just wanted to see if you would like me to ride home with you."

You laughed as you wrapped your arms around her waist. "Sure, let's go."

You and Victoria rode the short way to your apartment. There was a lot of laughing and singing along to the radio. One thing you loved about being Victoria was you never thought about damiano something you loved.

You pulled into your parking space 15 minutes. You turned the car off, unbuckling your seatbelt. "We made it!" You laughed as you got out of the car. Victoria got out with you and walked over to you. You took her hand and walked to the front door. You put the key in the door and twisted it. The door swung open and you both walked in.

Victoria flickered on the lights before speaking. "I had a fun night." You sat down on the couch. "Yeah me too."

Victoria plopped down beside you, she looked at you as you leaned against the back of the couch. That adorable smile she almost always gave you appear on her face. You laughed "What?"

"nothing, you're just really beautiful." She leaned in towards you, her eyes fluttering shut. You didn't stop her from kissing you.

As you kissed her you felt fireworks in your belly like no one ever made you feel..... Except damiano.

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