#vic de angelis x reader

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måneskin fic recs

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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.

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[taste-your-silhouette]

Say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dreams

Pairings: Vic De Angelis xfem!reader

Contents: Fluff, SMUT

Summary: 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.

Words: ~2276

A/N: Firstly, English isn't my native language, so pleeease forgive me if you come across any errors while reading. It's my first fanfiction, but I've planned it so so so much and I sincerely hope you have as much fun reading it as I had writing it!

"Well, she is..." A torrent of reminiscences flooded your mind, evoking memories of your youthful days, your time together in high school, and the challenging battles you fought to progress in your careers, always finding each other and nurturing your affection whenever circumstances permitted. "the love of my life."

In that poignant moment, it felt as though the air itself froze in your lungs, while a profound chill coursed through your entire being, setting your stomach aflutter.

"So, enlighten us on the factors contributing to your current state of not being together," the interviewer probed.

"We're constantly in each other's company, you know, whenever we can orchestrate it," you responded with a chuckle. "We're currently living the pinnacle of our lives, I mean, career-wise, you know? Måneskin is rocking it worldwide and I've got a TV series and two movies in the pipeline. It's quite a juggling act. Therefore, we're doing our utmost, just going with the flow."

You and the journalist continued to engage in lively discussions covering various topics, including your professional journey and the prospects of your upcoming projects. However, it was the part about your personal life that made you the most jittery. You had openly professed your love for Victoria in an interview for one of the biggest magazines in the world. Not that you both had never expressed your feelings for each other before, but this was different.

"What is the projected publication date for the article?" you inquired of the journalist.

"In a fortnight. Why do you ask? Regretting any of your statements?" she inquired, with a touch of suspicion yet clandestinely relishing the notion of your potential regret.

"Oh, not in the slightest," you responded, chuckling. "Simply curious."

🎸

"Guess who's rocking the cover of Rolling Stone!" your publicist burst into the dressing room, where you were getting ready for a TV show.

"Finally!" You widened your eyes and asked for a moment to quickly skim through the article. Of all the topics discussed, the focal point inevitably became your heartfelt declaration of love for Victoria, as though you had never before professed your love to her.

As you read snippets of the article, your phone rang, and a snapshot of you and Vic materialized with her name.

"Ciao cuore mio," you enthusiastically answered the call.

"So, am I really the love of your life?" Vic responded, her smile palpable.

"Did you read the magazine? I forewarned you, they would exploit it shamelessly, akin to treasure seekers lusting after gold."

"I only read the parts that piqued my interest, obviously. You look absolutely hot in the photoshoot they did. I want a poster of each of those pictures to plaster on the ceiling of every hotel I stay at during our tour." You struggle to contain your laughter, but it's futile.

You both shared a laugh for a moment. You needed to get back to doing your makeup, but hearing Victoria's voice was so invigorating. You missed her immensely.

"I wanna see you. It's been far too long since our last encounter, I can't bear it any longer," Victoria whispered the final sentence, sending shivers down your spine.

You were aware that the band was in the midst of their tour, so if you didn't go to meet her, you wouldn't be able to see each other.

"I have a recording session today, but I'm available all weekend. Where will you be?"

"Hmmm, we'll be passing through Germany. We have a concert in Berlin today and another in Cologne tomorrow. I'll have Sunday free. Fancy a little adventure around Germany?"

"Only if I have a backstage pass for the concert in Cologne."

"You always do, Y/N," Victoria replied confidently.

"Deal, now I have to go, I'm running terribly late. See you there."

🎸

At 7pm, you strolled into the dressing room accompanied by the security guards. Vic, Thomas and Ethan were gathered in a room adorned with an array of intriguing items, and serendipitously, you entered just as Victoria enveloped Thomas from behind, insinuating an intimate encounter. The vibrant energy exuded in that moment reignited a sense of belonging within you.

"I can't believe I made it to this amazing gathering!" You exclaim boisterously, bursting into laughter.

"Now the Måneskin is complete!" Thomas bellows, thrusting his hands into the air as he approaches to embrace you.

"Mia cara amica Y/N, I saved some slices of pizza for you," Ethan chimes in, hugging you while holding his drumsticks.

Damiano appears, shouting something incomprehensible, and in an instant, you find yourself on his shoulders.

"She's the love of my life," Damiano exclaims, mimicking your voice and bursting into laughter. "I've loved her ever since I grasped the true meaning of love. So much love for her!"

You close your eyes and burst into laughter as Damiano playfully mocks you, creating a nostalgic atmosphere where you all feel like carefree teenagers once again.

Suddenly, Victoria appears, perched atop Ethan's shoulders, mirroring your playful stance. You lock eyes, and in that moment, the world seems to stand still, leaving only the two of you. Having been apart for several months, every reunion is an explosion of emotions. One particular phrase she shared with you after a year-long separation still resonates: "I wanna swim between your thighs” Not long after that, Victoria confessed that, inspired by the night you spent together, she wrote "For Your Love" in just 20 minutes.

Your train of thought was abruptly halted when Damiano playfully released you, allowing Victoria to seize your face with both hands. With a glimmer of excitement in her eyes, she examined your features before planting a passionate kiss on your lips.

Regrettably, the kiss was short-lived, as they needed to take the stage. You accompanied them backstage, assisting Damiano and Thomas with their attire. When you approached Victoria to lend a hand, she awaited you with a radiant smile.

"I promise, once we're finished, I'll be completely devoted to you," she pledged, punctuating her words with one final kiss before donning her blazer.

"Oh, baby, rest assured, I'll be right here, hungrily devouring every captivating moment of the concert, my desires ignited by your mesmerizing performance."

"Mmm, I can feel the exhilaration coursing through my veins, knowing that this time, those deliciously naughty cravings will surpass your wildest imagination and materialize into an intoxicating reality."

She gave you a mischievous grin and, before turning towards the stage, playfully blew you an air kiss.

The concert was absolutely mind-blowing. The four of them were rocking it harder than ever, and your heart swelled with pride, having been there since their very first dream of starting a band and supporting them through every phase. Whenever Victoria had a chance to come backstage, she would shower you with passionate kisses, leaving you breathless.

By the end of the concert, they were buzzing with energy.

"You guys were fucking amazing!! I love you so much, I missed you!"

"We missed you too!" Ethan shouted over the roaring crowd, and Thomas nodded in agreement.

"Now that you're a big-shot actress, it's rare to see you tagging along to concerts with us," teased Damiano, laughing and tousling his hair. "But enough with this drama, I know you and Victoria are burning up inside. So go on, go head to the hotel and have a blast!"

"Next time, I'll bring Giorgia along so you won't be bored out of your mind, alright?"

We were teasing each other while Victoria changed outfits, and when she emerged in a different ensemble from the one she wore on stage, you, Damiano, and Thomas attempted to mimic a challenging dance move Thomas had seen on TikTok. Ethan, on the other hand, dared you to perform the same dance while he evaluated and gave it a rating.

As soon as you laid eyes on her, she looked absolutely stunning, even more down-to-earth than she did just moments ago on stage.

"Alright, enough fooling around, I've won, and my prize is Victoria. See you later." You halted the dance, approached Victoria, and planted a kiss on her lips.

🎸

You hop into an Uber to head back to the hotel, chatting away during the ride. Conversation has never been an issue for you both—you always have so much to catch up on since your lives are jam-packed, leaving little time for heart-to-heart talks.

"Last week, I was in Paris, did you catch that? Y/N, I stumbled upon this incredible restaurant that we absolutely have to try together. It's right up your alley, with all your favorite things. The whole time I was there, I couldn't stop thinking about you," she confessed.

"Was that the day you called me, and I couldn't pick up?"

"Yes, exactly! I just wanted to hear your voice. Sometimes it sucks being so far away from you," she replied, her gaze lowered as her hand gently glided up your thighs.

"We've arrived," the driver announces, and you step out of the car.

The moments leading up to entering Victoria's hotel room were a whirlwind for you, consumed by thoughts of indulging in every inch of her captivating form.

As soon as she locked the door behind you, her eyes locked onto yours, a potent mix of desire and admiration shining through. You yearned for her, craving her presence in every imaginable way. With a seductive grin, Vic shrugged off her jacket, revealing a tantalizing hint of her confidence. Closing the distance between you, she extended her hand and deftly slipped the coat off her shoulders, letting it fall carelessly to the floor.

"Now you're all mine," she whispered, pressing her lips against your exposed shoulders, playfully nibbling at your neck.

"And you're all mine, just us here," you whispered, your voice laced with possessiveness and adoration. With a gentle caress, you twirled a strand of her hair around your finger, relishing in its silky touch against your skin. In that moment, the world faded away, leaving only the two of you entwined in a uniquely intimate bond.

With a daring move, she firmly grasped your hips, asserting her dominance. In one swift motion, she pressed you against the wall, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. A surge of anticipation shot through you as your back met the unyielding surface.

Driven by a heady mix of desire and control, her hands began their ascent. One arm encircled you possessively, drawing you closer, while the other embarked on a tantalizingly slow journey, inching higher and higher. The tension mounted, testing your patience, until at last, she cupped your breast, igniting a surge of pleasure that rippled through your entire being.

Vic pulled back her hands with a mischievous grin.

"Not yet," she said, slowly stepping backward toward her bed, still holding your hand, her gaze fixed on you.

She undressed you completely, leaving you completely naked. A triumphant smirk played on her lips as she pushed you onto the bed, delighting in the sight of her breasts bouncing.

"I missed you so much," she whispered.

Crawling on top of you, she captured your wrists, trapping you beneath her. Her lips crashed against yours, trailing down to your chin and neck. She ravished your skin, sucking and nibbling, leaving a trail of moist kisses in her path. Then, with purposeful motion, she positioned her knee between your thighs, pressing it against your moist center. A gasp escaped her lips as you instinctively moved your hips forward.

She showered your body with kisses, leaving love bites on your sides, hips, and thighs. Her gentle touch caressed your heated skin, sending shivers of delight through your body. Vic reveled in teasing you, savoring the sound of your moans. At last, she focused her attention on your most sensitive areas, her mischievous grin fueling your excitement.

Her fingers embarked on a tantalizing dance, teasing your folds and stroking your clit. As she slid two fingers inside you, she lowered her face, nestling it between your thighs. Vic's warm breath against your skin sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. With deliberate slowness, she lavished your clit with a long, languid lick, her tongue pressing firmly against it. Your moans filled the air as you instinctively reached out, tangling your fingers in her blonde locks, pulling her closer to you.

Vic increased the speed of her fingers, skillfully exploring every inch of her pulsating pussy, creating a symphony of juicy, tantalizing sounds. She eagerly sucked on your clit, simultaneously thrusting her fingers in and out with rapidity. The intensity heightened, your muscles tensing, and your body edging closer to the precipice. You couldn't help but let out loud moans, the pleasure intensifying within you.

And then it happened. Your climax crashed over you like a wild wave, and you couldn't suppress the loud scream that escaped your lips. Waves of ecstasy engulfed you as you experienced the euphoric release.

Vic continued to bestow attention on your sensitive folds, indulging in a few more licks of your pussy before planting a gentle kiss on your thigh, a silent sign of satisfaction.

"I missed you so, so much," she whispered, her mouth and chin still glistening, soaked with anticipation.

"Well, now it's my turn..." you whispered, a mischievous grin spreading across your face as you pulled her down, aligning your eyes with hers.

You pressed your lips against hers in a passionate kiss, and then shifted on top of her, reversing roles. This time, you took the lead and embarked on fulfilling her deepest desires, transporting her to euphoric heights just as she had done for you.

#vic de angelis #victoria de angelis #victoria de angelis x reader #vic de angelis x reader #victoria de angelis fic #måneskin fic #maneskin imagine

[till-you-scream-and-cry]

I'll show the  lovin' that you'll never get from a man

Paring: Vic x Fem!Reader

summary: 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

word count: 2.1k

contents: angst, fluff, SMUT

author’s note: fist thing i wrote after a month long break, it might not be the best but i hope you’ll like it ❤

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You have been dating him for a while now. At least it felt like forever, even though only four months have passed since you went on the first date. He had superficial charm, a cute face, hot body. He knew how to make you feel special, what to say to win your heart. But despite all of this, you knew damn well that He had his flaws. Always too busy whenever you needed him the most, he was possessive, jealous, and didn’t like your friends even though He never personally met any of them. But you were his princess, you saw the lustful glances of other women, looking him up and down with a smirk. Knowing that He picked you out of all of them, was enough to boost your fragile self-confidence. You agreed to ignore his imperfections, only to receive some love. And gods knew you craved some love more than anything.

Your friend couldn’t be fooled any longer. She kept inviting you and him for a night out or at least a dinner. She desperately wanted to meet him, and at least try to be friendly. Every time you called and cried on the phone because He stood you up once again, she patiently listened, but the annoyance in her voice was hard to miss. After long weeks you finally agreed.

“Why are you so nervous, hmm?” He kissed your neck and fluffed up your hair which you just finished brushing. You sighed and combed them with your fingers.

“I just want you two to get along.” You swallowed hard and grabbed your bag.

As soon as you got to your favourite bar, you saw your friend sitting at the big round table. She invited more people, and you couldn’t be more grateful. Less attention on your boyfriend was a blessing. You recognised them all, some you knew better, but there were also some new faces. One pair of blue eyes was looking at you with more intensity than the others. You met Victoria about a year ago, and since then you sometimes attended the same parties. She was also a witness to one of your breakdowns when you came over to your friend in the middle of the night in tears because He made you cry. She was staying there overnight and helped you to calm down while your friend was making you drinks to soothe the pain.

Not much time has passed before your friend started questioning your boyfriend. You were tense, nervously playing with your rings, twirling them on your fingers. You kept sipping your drink, faster than you should, dreaming of something that might finally stop your shaking hands. You looked up and noticed Vic looking at you. She gave you a soft smile, and her whole face lit up. You smiled back. Your hands started calming down.

“So…are you saying that looking at someone attractive on the street is cheating?” Your friend asked with a frown.

“Well…looking is a first step to cheating.” Your boyfriend tensed up.

“No but like…don’t you ever just see someone and look to appreciate their beauty? Not because you want to fuck them?” She kept going, twirling the stem of her wine glass in her hands.

“The only woman I look at is her.” He looked at you and smiled nervously. “And I hope she does the same.”

“Ok but what about men? Don’t you ever see a guy and think that he’s attractive?” Your friend asked Him and looked at you, biting your lip.

“What am I gay?”

His words were followed by silence. You closed your eyes and sighed.

“Fucking dickhead…” Vic mumbled with wide eyes.

“You know that your girlfriend isn’t straight? And none of us here is? What the fuck, dude?” Your friend spat out.

“Well, no wonder you’re all friends, freaks.” He snickered and finished his drink

You stood up, you chair made a loud noise.

“Fuck you, fuck you!” You hissed and ran outside.

You walked fast till you got to the bridge. You looked down at the Tiber through your teary eyes. He never accepted this part of you, but avoiding the topic worked so far. But not this time. You couldn’t believe he embarrassed you so much in front of your friends.

“Hey!”

You turned around and saw Vic walking fast towards you. You wiped your eyes and sniffled.

“Are you alright? Here…” She handed you your coat. All that anger made you numb to the cold.

“Thank you.” You looked at her and felt the tears burning your eyes again.

“Cucciola…” Vic mumbled and opened her arms, offering a hug.

She was warm, tiny but her arms wrapped around your body with surprising strength. She smelled so good, a mix of shampoo and vanilla perfume. You sighed, feeling her arm stroking your back. She kissed your head.

“Hey…I need you to listen to me.” She moved away and cupped your face. You sniffled, watching her enchanted by the serious look on her face.

“I know we’re not super close but I think I’ve heard and seen enough. Please, for the love of god, leave this dickhead.” She stroked your cheek with her thumb, smearing the single, hot tear over your skin.

“I…I’m scared that I’ll never find anyone who…” Your voice cracked.

“Who what? Who will mistreat you like this? Baby…” She frowned and tucked the string of your hair behind your ear. “You deserve so much better.” Her eyes were soft, she kept glancing at your lips. “It hurts me to see you suffering like that for the attention of a guy who doesn’t deserve to lay a finger on you.”

Her words and tender touch spread warmth over your body. Her angelic face, her soft hands, her eyes full of love. She kept looking at you as if you were the most precious thing she could find.

“Vic, I know you think I’m stupid but…”

“No, cucciola. Never. You’re just hurt.”

The way she made you feel understood, how she managed to point out something you couldn’t articulate for weeks with such ease, made your heart skip a beat. You put your hand over hers and stroked her cheek with the other. You stepped forward and pressed your lips to hers. Vic pulled you closer and deepened the kiss. Her lips felt so soft and sweet, her nose was cold against your cheek. You let out a quiet hum, feeling how you’re getting lost in that kiss, that there was something about her that made you feel things you’ve never felt before.

“Let’s get out of here,” Vic whispered against your lips.

She grabbed your hand and only a moment later you were sitting on her Vespa. Your hands were wrapped tightly around her waist, your face pressed to the leather jacket on her back. Even though you were scared of scooters, with her you felt safe. She took off your helmet and kissed your forehead before grabbing your hand again, and pulling you towards the building in which she lived.

As soon as she locked the door, you looked at her with lust, gratitude and some new kind of softness. You wanted more of her, in every sense. Vic smirked, threw her jacket aside and stepped closer to you. She slid your coat off your back and threw it on the floor.

“So…what now?” Vic asked with a smile, placing her hands on your hips. In one swift move pushed you against the wall. You smirked as your back hit the hard surface.

“I think I’m ready to get to know you better.” You whispered, twirling a lock of her hair.

Her hands started moving higher, she wrapped one arm around you, and the other hand started moving higher at a painfully slow pace, till she finally cupped your breast. You sighed.

“I’ll show you what you deserve…” She pressed her lips to yours, and kissed you passionately, nibbling on your lip. “I’ll show you things you’ll never get from a man…especially not that dickhead.”

Vic took her hands away and grinned, she started walking backwards to her bedroom, while watching you with dark eyes. Once you got there she stripped you down completely, leaving you in your lacy panties. Vic pushed you onto your bed, smirking at your bouncing tits once your back hit the mattress. She crawled on top of you and trapped you between your hands. Her lips were immediately back on your lips, chin, and neck. She was sucking, nibbling on your skin, leaving wet kisses everywhere. She moved her knee between your thighs, pressing it to your damp panties. You gasped and moved your hips forward to get more friction. She smirked and pinned your wrists above your head, slowly teasing your bare nipples with her other hand. Vic moved down and wrapped her lips around your nipple and started flicking it with her tongue. Her hand started wandering lower until she reached the hem of your panties. She pulled the material up and looked up to watch your face. You gasped.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous…” She whispered and moved away to get comfortable between your thighs.

She kissed her way down, leaving love bites on your sides, hips and thighs. Her soft hands were gently stroking your hot skin. Vic started teasing you through the thin and damp material of your underwear, smiling at your noises. She finally pulled the panties aside and started teasing your fold and clit, kissing your things and stroking your belly.

“Please…” You whined, looking down at her with blushed face and parted lips.

She slipped two fingers in you and leaned down, burying her face between your thighs. Vic gave your clit a long and slow lick, flattening her warm tongue, and pressing it hard. You moaned and moved your hand to her hair, tangling your fingers in her blonde strands. Suddenly you heard buzzing. You looked around. Your phone. With His name on the screen.

“Answer it.” Vic looked at you with a grin, her chin was glistening from your wetness.

‘No, Vic…” You mumbled.

“Be a good girl, or I’ll stop.” She slowly pulled out her fingers and pushed them back into you hard. You moaned loudly.

“Alright, alright…Hello?” You cleared your throat.

“Where the fuck are you? Why did you cause such a scene?!” your boyfriend growled into the phone.

Vic hooked your leg over her shoulder and started speeding up her fingers, while slowly making out with your pussy, making many loud, wet sounds.

“Fuck…umm…” You tried to hide your moan and cover your lips. “I left because I didn’t want to.. stay!” You said the last part way too loudly, but you couldn’t help yourself because Vic just touched your g spot with her index finger.

“What the fuck was that?! Where are you?! Are you with this gay bitch?!” He screamed.

Vic started sucking on your clit and pumping her fingers fast, feeling how your muscles started tensing up, your body getting closer. You moaned loudly a few times, coming with a loud scream, forgetting about the phone in your hand. As you started trembling, Vic licked your pussy a few more times, kissed your thigh and grabbed the phone out of your hand.

“You fucking whore!” He screamed into the phone.

“Easy, cowboy. Her pussy tastes divine, she came so nicely on my fingers and my tongue…” Vic said seductively, watching you with a smile, slowly stroking your belly.

“I’ll ruin you both! Everybody will know what a fucking worthless cunt she is!”

“And I’ll make sure that everyone finds out about your tiny dick and how you treat women. Now, I need to go back to the beautiful goddess over here, I’ll make sure she comes again and again till she can’t anymore. As she should. But how would you know what she needs? Call her again and we’ll talk differently. Ciao!” She said loudly and ended the call.

“You’re insane…” You mumbled with a smile. Vic threw the phone aside and kissed you slowly, letting you taste yourself on her lips.

“I might be insane, but I can be fun, my pussy eating skills are clearly working,” she chuckled, “...and…I kinda want to make you finally feel happy. It’s on the top of my to-do list, and I always take my list very seriously.” She booped your nose and dragged her hand down your chest and belly, sliding it again between your legs.

“Again?” You asked and bit your lip.

“Oh cucciola, it was just a warm-up.” She kissed you and slid her fingers back into you, making you moan loudly.

You lost count of how many times you came that night, but besides mind-blowing sex, Vic has finally shown you how you can and should be treated. Which let’s be honest, He could never do.

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[writingmaneskin]

Coming Home - A Victoria De Angelis Story

Pairings: Vic De Angelis x Fem!Reader

Words: 1359

Summary: 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.

A/N: this is per chaos bestie's request (@moonlight-simp 💕💕💕) It's so fluffy, help.

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Victoria felt like the whole world rested on her shoulders at times - between the band and all of the adulting responsibilities and travel, she had little to no time to just be. To enjoy her twenties, to simply indulge in everyday things. Yes, she tried to make time for it as much as she could, but there were moments that just lacked the simplicity that she was sometimes desperate for.

The day was stressful, she’d woken up way too early after not being able to sleep due to racing thoughts about her upcoming trip and she’d gone out with Chili before having to go to the studio.

The band had to rehearse and they ended up brainstorming for future projects too, something that was welcome but also slightly irritating because it meant that they had to stay in the studio later than intended again.

She heard faint music coming from the inside of her apartment and her mood instantly started picking up, remembering that you’d texted her that you’d wait for her after work and the two of you could have date night.

She unlocked the door and Chili almost instantly greeted her, jumping on her legs as she tried to take off her shoes and licking her hands and face. 

“Chili, ti amoooooo.” Vic chuckled and petted her excited dog.

“Just Chili?” You smiled, standing in the doorway. Vic’s jaw dropped - you were wearing a shirt dress that was slightly on the shorter side and she knew that if you moved even to raise your arms a bit, your underwear would be visible. 

“Ciao, tesoro.” She pulled you in for a kiss which you excitedly responded to. 

“Ciao, amore.” 

Pulling away, her brain fully registered that you’d put her favourite Fleetwood Mac record on and the apartment smelled like the candles that you’d gifted her with. 

“Are we ordering food?” Vic asked as she walked out of the bathroom after washing her hands and freshening up a bit.

“No, I already took care of that. I got us pizza from that place that you love so much in Trastevere, and I bought a bottle of wine, and since I walked Chili like an hour ago, I was thinking that we could have dinner and relax and maybe watch a movie afterwards?” You stepped closer to her, needing the physical touch.

“Oh, yes to all of that. Maybe we could finish the evening with a bath?” Vic added with a hopeful tone.

“Of course, amore. Anything you need.” You kissed her very gently before the two of you walked hand in hand to the kitchen, Vic starting to open the bottle of wine as you got the pizza out of the boxes and onto plates.

“What should we watch?”

“Mamma Mia?” Vic suggested.

“I will end up crying.” You argued.

“So will I probably but you know Mamma Mia is the best.”

“I have no arguments against that.” You chuckled.

“Do you want to eat the pizza in front of the TV?” 

“Yes, that makes more sense.” You started getting up but Vic put a hand on your shoulder.

“Give me five minutes, I’ll set everything up.” 

And she did - she made the living room all cosy, putting the pillows from the sofa on the floor, lighting some other candles on the side to make the space more ambient, moving the kitchen set up from there to the living room so the dinner date could resume as intended.

“Okay, please join me in the living room.” She gave you her cutest smile and it made your heart skip a little.

“I could have helped, you know.” You kissed her hand.

“You could have, yes but I changed your date night plan and I wanted to make up for it.”

“You don’t have to make up for something that you expanded on.” You argued.

“Let me just take care of you the way you always take care of me, please.” She kissed your hand gently before the two of you sat down on the pillows. Chili took a spot on the sofa behind the two of you and as the movie started, you sang along and by the time that it was halfway over, the pizza was gone and you and Vic danced to the musical numbers.

Your heart was full, so was hers.

“I’ll go run you a bath.” You told Vic as the film ended and you stacked the plates one on top of the other.

“Thank you, tesoro. I’ll clean up.” She promised and got up. You started filling the tub, making sure that the water was not too hot or too cold and threw in one of Vic’s favourite bath bombs before lighting some candles.

“Would you like some music in the background?” You asked as she walked into the bathroom.

“No, but will you stay with me?” 

“Of course.” You helped her get into the bath first and sat down on the floor.

She reached out to hold your hand.

“What’s wrong?” You played with her hand carefully.

“I am dreading leaving.” She admitted.

“I understand that. But it will be a shorter trip and you’ll be back with me and Chili in no time.” You smiled at her sweetly. You also didn’t enjoy doing long distance partially but it was something one got used to and it made you cherish the time you spent together even more.

“I already miss you.” 

“I miss you too, my love.” You reassured her and pressed a kiss to her palm. 

“Sometimes, as much as I love my job, I hate that it takes me away from you.” 

“I hate that too.” You admitted quietly. 

“I had lost that feeling for a while, you know,” She started quietly. “The feeling of homesickness, of longing. I was fine with the constant moving around despite the occasional bouts of anxiety. I saw the boys struggling with missing home and I didn’t get it. Then you came into my life and changed everything.” 

“I hope you mean I changed everything for the better?” You looked at her, a part of you wondering where she was going with her speech.

“Yes, for the better. Of course! And today is a prime example of you changing everything for the better. I was frustrated the entire day, I wanted to get out of the studio, nothing was going as well as I wanted it to and I was so in my head that I had forgotten about everything. Then I got in front of the apartment and I heard the music and I opened the door and Chili is there and you are also there teasing me, and we have this wonderful night and how am I supposed to want to leave this behind? I don’t.” 

“You’re not leaving me or Chili behind, Vic.” 

“I am not, yes. I will be back. Because you two are my home and I will always be grateful for everything that you’ve done and do for me. For everything you are to me. I’m so happy I get to come home to you.” 

Your eyes were full of tears and your free hand instinctively ran to the necklace with the letter V that she had given you on your first anniversary.

“I am also grateful to you for everything and most of all, that I get to come home to you.” 

“No tears, tesoro or I will start crying too.” She gently wiped your face and raised herself a little to kiss you.

You sniffled a bit.

“I don’t know what the future holds for us, but I know that whenever I think of you, I am always mind blown that one person can hold so much love in them, but also personify so many aspects of love.” 

Her words made you blush.

“Vic…” 

“No, don’t argue. I feel like I am the luckiest person in the world.” She kissed your hand again and again. You wouldn’t argue because there was no point - there would be no winning this argument. 

She was your home, you were hers. It was as simple as that. And you loved it.

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#6

Vic or Ethan (or both)

Smutty ofc my dear

Post concert style (cause I’m still not over the whorish night of me literally ending with Vic’s ass a foot away from my face)

"You don't need to be shy. If you want to touch me, then do it."

Vic & Ethan + smut

It’s entirely too hot. Both literally and in the metaphorical sense. The temperature backstage is much too high but maybe you would still be able to deal with that with some water and a fan. But now the band has finished the gig, there’s a photographer and they’re kissing. Thomas and Damiano are keeping it tame, you don’t mind them as much. But Vic and Ethan are positively captivating. You can’t help but stare as they position themselves for the camera, her hand on his neck, his on her waist, both seem almost lost in the kiss.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts, imagining the way their mouths would feel on you, how Ethan could grasp your own waist, how you would bend down ever so slightly to kiss Vic, that you don’t realise the shooting is over. Vic is wiggling her eyebrows at you as she passes you on the way to the backstage room.

“Help me get out of this?” she asks, playing with her top in a way that’s telling you she’s not really asking for innocent help. You both know, this is technically your job – as assistant to their stylist, you’re always on hand to get them in and out of clothes – but it’s no secret that Vic likes to make use of that to fluster you as much as humanly possible.

You follow her into the backstage room like a lost puppy, face already feeling hot. Your situation isn’t improving when you see it’s just her and Ethan in there. Just her, Ethan and you. The door falls shut behind you. Ethan is undressing already and you can’t help but stare until Vic snaps her fingers to get your attention back on her. You’d hate the gesture from anyone else but from her it makes you want to sink to your knees.

“Hey,” she almost barks at you. “You’re meant to help me, not stare at Ethan.”

“Let her stare, you know you would, too,” Ethan smirks but Vic simply shakes her head and gestures to her outfit. She’s covered in fishnets and it seems like she’s not keen on getting out of it by herself. You don’t mind. But your fingers are shaking. It’s impossible not to touch her warm skin as you lift the fishnets to manoeuvre her out of them and your fingertips seem to burn with every touch. The top is gone quickly enough. As you peel the tights over her legs, you go lower and lower, highly aware of your fingers traversing her skin, until you’re actually kneeling in front of her.

The way she’s looking down at you makes you feel like prey. And you’re ready to be devoured.

But you have a job to do. Tapping her feet one by one you make her step out of the little fabric there is before quickly getting back up. You try to ignore her smirk but as you turn towards Ethan, you gasp a little more loudly that necessary upon realising he has dressed down to his boxers and nothing else. As you turn back towards Vic, she’s taking off her bra.

“You don’t need to be shy. If you want to touch me, do it,” she challenges and it’s like her words pull a switch in your brain. You’re on her in a split second, mouth meeting hers in a frenzy, one hand on her chin tilting her head up slightly towards you, one on her breast. You can feel the smirk in her kiss but you can only groan in response. Her nipple hardens under your touch and you grasp onto her tightly.

Suddenly, there a second pair of hands on you, wrapping around you from behind, impatiently wandering over you, squeezing your breasts and tugging at your clothes. Ethan’s lips attach themselves to your neck as he roughly opens the button of your jeans. You let yourself fall completely, quickly becoming unable to distinguish between who is doing what to you but you don’t mind a single bit. None of your insecurites seem to matter any more as long as their hands are on you, even as you’re down to your panties in no time.

Ethan turns you around only to draw you into a heated kiss, his tongue is in your mouth immediately, there’s too much spit and you love it. He doesn’t let you enjoy the sensation for too long before he pulls away with a smirk, letting himself drop onto the couch again. You can’t recall when he lost his underwear but the view you’re now being subjected to is too heavenly to question it.

“I had a feeling you were good for more than just taking our clothes off,” Ethan remarks as he moves his hand along his length. “Why don’t you prove that I’m right?”

You can feel your panties getting wetter from just from his words. You’ve always been weak when it comes to a bit of degradation. There’s not a single second passing between him speaking and you dropping to your knees. The hardwood floor is far from comfortable, but you forget about it quickly enough as you wrap your lips around his tip. There’s hands in your hair, but you realise they’re not Ethan’s.

“Come on, get him nice and wet so he can fuck you properly,” Vic purrs in your ear as she pushes your head down further. You take as much as you can, on the verge of gagging from his size, and grab the rest of him with your hands. Ethan groans above you, a sound that only spurs you on, until Vic pulls at your hair to pull you off him. You gasp at the pain in your scalp but it’s followed by a moan almost immediately.

“I know somewhere else you can put that mouth, too,” she smirks. Ethan gets off the couch as Vic makes a show out of pushing the panties down her legs and you watch completely transfixed. She walks around you to lower herself onto the couch, leaning back against one of the armrest and spreading her legs. The invitation is crystal clear.

You happily crawl between her legs, not wasting a single second before diving in and letting your tongue explore her. She’s warm and wet and the noises she makes as you lick across her pussy and flick her clit have you yearning for more. Her taste is just as sweet as her moans. You let your fingers join, teasingly exploring her hole until she roughly pulls at your hair again and you let two of them enter her, enjoying the way she stretches around them.

You’re so caught up in making Vic feel good, you almost forget about Ethan until the couch dips behind you and he pulls you up to get on all fours, removes your panties and pushes your legs apart to make room. It’s a struggle in the small space, but you make do, too desperate and horny to mind your knee almost slipping off the fabric or being pressed into the backrest or letting your face sink even deeper into Vic’s pussy with almost no space left to move your fingers.

Ethan grabs your hips so hard you know you’ll find bruises tomorrow. He doesn’t prepare you in any way, you realise, as his tip presses against your pussy, slowly entering you. You’re thankful he’s taking his time as the stretch borders on painful, but you’re determined to take him, letting yourself relax around him as you focus on lapping up Vic’s wetness even more eagerly. You mewl when you realise he’s fully inside of you. It’s still tight, but you can feel yourself getting used to it, getting even wetter around him. You push yourself back against him as a sign that you want and need more.

Ethan has no mercy. He’s thrusting into you hard from the beginning and his tempo is ever-increasing. It’s getting more and more difficult to focus on Vic.

“You don’t get to come before I do,” she decides, once again pulling your head up by your hair until you can look at her, making sure you understand. You simply nod, too keen for it all, and she lets you resume your actions with even more vigour than before. She’s close. You focus fully on her clit now, fingers buried deep inside of her, as you keep moving with the force of Ethan’s thrust. It only takes a few more harsh and quick flicks of your tongue and she’s coming undone, moaning and grinding against your face as you drink up what she has to give you. She pushes your head away before it gets too much, letting you rest on her thigh as Ethan doesn’t even falter for a second.

You can feel him everywhere inside of you. He’s getting you close, so close, but it’s not until he unceremoneously tells you to touch yourself, harsh rubs against your clit in time with his strokes, that you finally see stars. Your orgasm seems to last and last as he comes apart and cums into the condom and you almost cry at the fact that you can’t fully feel all of it shoot inside of you. But the pleasure is overwhelming, still, and even as you both finish and he pulls out carefully, there’s a tingling feeling all over your body that doesn’t seem to leave.

Vic lets you rest on her for a little longer, hands softly stroking your hair. Ethan cleans you up, so tenderly it almost feels wrong, before chucking Vic a wet wipe as well. When you finally gather the strength to sit up, he’s already back in his boxers and you miss the view immediately. Vic and Ethan share a look and a smirk.

“Guess you were right,” she grins. “She’s good for a lot more than undressing us.”

Ethan barely spares you any attention as he answers, “Think there’s a few more things she’s up to? She seemed rather eager to prove herself.”

Vic laughs. “Oh, I’m absolutely convinced.”

And when she looks back at you, petting your head and calling you her obedient little thing, you know you’re up for just about anything.

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[merrywaanderer]

the ocean's daughter

victoria de angelis x fem!reader

synopsis: 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.

warnings: swearing; alcohol consumption; drowning as a metaphor; my terrible attempts at roman dialect & italian; mild, fade-to-black smut (please dni if this makes you uncomfortable, or is not the kind of content you signed up for :))

word count: 5.7k

a/n: after a brief (okay, so, nine months) lapse in writing for måneskin, i am back!! i hope you can forgive my lack of interaction with you all, as my first year of university was a busy one. please take this fic as an apology and an attempt to wheedle my way back into your hearts <3

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The problem with beautiful people in foreign countries is that there is absolutely no way you might ever run into them again, even by pure coincidence. 

But you couldn’t get her out of your head. 

Walking along the shoreline as the sun set over an unnamed beach on the Italian Riviera coastline, the light turning her skin and her hair to gold, the whole world forgotten as she reached out a hand to touch the waves which crested at her side, as though the ocean were walking with her. Everything was golden at this time of day, but nothing shone like her. 

And oh, how she delighted in the life about her, as though this day, and every day hence, were the best of her life. 

It was not an unnamed beach on the Italian Riviera coastline because you could not remember its name, or had never known it, but simply because it was so small a stretch between the colourful buildings hiking up the cliff face that no one had thought to name it. 

You thought of it now as her beach, the woman you’d seen, illuminated in sunlight like it loved her too much to let her go, if even for a moment. 

La sua spiaggia. 

You hadn’t spoken Italian, until you’d come back from Italy and enrolled in Elementary Italian at the public university close to where you lived. 

You couldn’t get her out of your head — the way she’d laughed, made her way along the shore and sung as though she was speaking to the water, its rush and flow, a tempest contained within each wave. 

Now you were in class every Wednesday night, repeating sentences and sounding as stupid as could be, but you forewent every shade of embarrassment for determination, and never had you been so fixated on anything in your life, to gain understanding of the language in which this woman had spoken. Because it seemed to you that the waves had composed their melody in the image of her voice, and you wanted to know how to speak like that, to be the waves beneath her fingertips. 

You knew you sounded crazy, and possibly were crazy, but for some unfathomable reason, you didn’t care. 

You couldn’t get her out of your head, and so be it. You were happier for it, the memory of her flirting with the sun, the sun blushing deep in the evening sky. And who could have blamed the sun? You would have blushed too.

When the night grew dark earlier in winter, you curled up on the sofa with a blanket wrapped around you, and watched Italian movies without subtitles. 

Most of the films were dramas, often romantic, because these were the most easily accessible in any language. 

In summer, you sat outside in the garden and drank wine, listening to a radio that played Italian music. 

Most of the music was mellow, but occasionally, the host announced some sort of rock band, and amidst the quiet calm of traditional ballads, you relished the uncomplicated anger and infatuation of the rock music. There was something accessible to that, too. Something universal and simple. 

It was the simplicity you appreciated, perhaps mostly because there was little of it in learning a new language. That which is sparse is precious, like the sunlight in her hair at the end of the day. Like the moments in which she had been in your life, so quickly gone, like a dream grasped at in waking. 

Had she ever been there at all?

She had. You held onto that memory like a lifeline. 

Every day, it got you up in the morning. Silly, for something so small to have an impact so great, and yet, it did. 

There she was, in your mind, every time you thought you could no longer take what the world threw at you. Smiling, the sun setting on the water. 

Dancing, the ocean’s daughter. 

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A year down the line, and you were back aboard a plane. You’d bought your ticket and packed your bags and were heading back to Italy, this time for good. 

Each day, you’d spent hours learning, practising, perfecting, but one could only go so far in a classroom setting. All the people you knew who spoke more than one language had said the same thing, the same thing that your teachers had said: the best way to learn was through immersion. 

You’d spoken at length with your work superiors, and they had verified that it was no trouble for you to work remotely. Having nothing you would miss too much in your homeland, you’d decided it was time for a change, and a new start, at that. 

What better way to start anew than to cast yourself into the abyss of the unknown, off to a place you’d never lived, to speak a language you’d only just learnt to speak? 

To find a woman you didn’t know, for but her laughter and her golden hair.

At this thought, you laughed a little yourself. In part, you recognised the madness of your endeavour. But mostly, your vision was too foolishly rose-tinted, with dreams that dallied only just out of your reach, and you thought that if only you could reach them, all would be right. 

Such was the nature of a dreaming heart, a hopeful mind. Had you been a character of Greek myth, it would have been your Achilles’ heel. 

The city lights glittered outside of your window.

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You collapsed on your bed with a heavy sigh. It was of tiredness, it was content. 

Beyond the window, the black sand beaches of Cinque Terre shimmered in the setting sun, the town alight with the fiery light of evening. The turquoise ocean turned tangerine in the fading day, and you thought almost that you could hear the water lapping against the rocky edges of the cliff face upon which the village was built.

Riomaggiore. 

Built up like biscuit tins in a hundred different colours, abundant in boats constructed for fishing and places meant for sitting and looking out over the wide world. There was a quiet age in the winding streets, lined with plants and people, buildings as old as time. 

It smelt of salt and bread, lemon and olives and basil, of the best pesto you’d ever tasted — at the bar tucked away beneath residential balconies, between stone-paved streets — of wine and sea air. It prickled on your lips.

 With those thoughts lingering in your head, you decided it was time for dinner, and got up from the bed to change. 

Afterall, it was almost nine o’clock, and therefore the perfect time to eat. 

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You ended up at a quaint little place with wicker chairs and wooden tables, crowded beneath parasols that remained up in the evening as much as in the day. Amongst these parasols were strung warm paper lanterns which made all beneath them glow, continuing the endless sunshine of summer into the night. 

Having been shown to a little table in a corner, with a view of the darkening ocean, you ordered a glass of wine in Italian clearly more fluent than the waiter had expected. 

“Parli molto bene l'italiano,” he complimented you. He then proceeded to ask, in a conversational manner, where you were from and what brought you here, to which you answered with continued fluency, and he replied again how good the accent was with which you spoke. 

 You carried a companionable conversation with the waiter for a handful of minutes, until he apologised for not yet having brought you your wine, and also for having other tables to attend. 

He brought your wine after a short interval, along with a small decanter of water, and a basket of bread with oil and balsamico. 

With this acquired, you sat back in your chair and contemplated the menu. It was written entirely in Italian, indicative of a restaurant not much frequented by tourists. You were pleased to realise you had no trouble reading it. 

After a while, however, you began to struggle. Not because you didn’t understand the words on the card before you, but because you felt the tingling sensation of someone’s eyes on you. 

Tilting the booklet slowly, you peered over the top of it in what you hoped was a surreptitious manner. 

But when your eyes fell upon the other pair in question, you all but dropped the menu to the ground. 

Because leaned back in a wicker chair only two tables away, sunglasses perched atop her blonde hair beneath the cover of the table parasol, was the one person you’d come here hoping, beyond all reckless and silly hope, to see in the first place. 

The ocean’s daughter canted her head, and tipped a finger against her lips. 

“I know you,” she said, in careful English.

You sputtered, “Pardon?”

She smiled enigmatically, with a soft-curving mouth and gently crinkling eyes that were lit in a way that betrayed mischief, or some secret knowledge. 

“I know you,” she repeated. “You were on the beach, last time I was here.”

You blinked, searching for something to say. Anything, to respond vaguely in the affirmative, without giving away exactly how much you had thought about this golden stranger since you last had seen her. “You don’t live here?”

“Not in Riomaggiore, no.” She smiled again. “I’m from Rome. But you’re not from here, either.”

You laughed. “What gave it away?”

She was drinking Peroni from a bottle, and at your question, she picked this up, stood, and swept over to your table. She sat down in the chair across from you. 

“There,” she said. “Now we don’t have to shout at each other.”

Mildly surprised at her coming to sit down with you, and with your question still hanging in the air, you stared at her. 

“Just a good guess, is all,” she answered finally, lifting a shoulder. “And, you answered naturally in English.” She reached out her hand. “I’m Victoria.”

You shook her hand and gave her your name. Her skin was soft, a blushy pink. Her eyes churned with the colour of the waves that had danced beneath her fingertips a year ago.

“Well, Y/N, what brings you to Riomaggiore for the second summer in a row?”

“I could ask you the same,” you countered. 

Victoria leaned back again. She had a curious look in her eyes that you couldn’t place. 

“I asked you first,” she said wryly, folding her arms. The strength in her grace was not lost on you; doubtless, her arms were strong. 

Mirroring her action of earlier, you sipped your drink. So went the saying, ‘imitation is the highest form of flattery,’ but not only that: you knew that mirror neurons had a direct link to the brain chemistry involved in romance. 

You’d pushed the first pawn across the chess board. The next move was hers. 

“For the pesto,” you replied. 

She laughed succinctly. “And here I’d thought you’d come here for the same reason as me.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Which was?”

The corner of her mouth turned up slowly. “To find you, of course.” 

She lifted the glass bottle to her lips. Her eyes did not leave yours.

Oh she’d moved her piece all right. 

You looked out over the sea so as to not look at her, to not reveal how her words had affected you. But of course, in the sea, you saw her. 

Abruptly, the waiter returned, saving you from making a response. He seemed surprised that there were two patrons where before there had only been one, but he took it in stride and asked whether you’d had time to consider the menu. 

You nodded, but it was Victoria who spoke first. 

“Avremo la pasta al pesto, per favore.” 

The waiter looked between you, “Entrambi?” Were you ordering the same thing?

Victoria looked at you, in askance. 

You squared your shoulders. “Certo,” you told the waiter.

“Bene,” he said, and informed you that it would not be a long wait. Then he left. 

You turned to Victoria. “How did you recognise me? I was just sitting on the beach.”

“You were staring at me.”

Recalling that day, there had been many people staring at her. You told her as much. 

“Yes,” she agreed, “but none so beautiful as you. I would have noticed you anywhere.”

You baulked at this. Victoria was the kind of person people noticed. You were not. 

“You’re a little intimidating, you know,” she said, to which you frowned. “I think that’s why you think people don’t notice you.” 

Then, as though privy to your thoughts, she expanded upon her own. She seemed to have a knack for reading you. 

“You think people don’t notice you, because they don’t necessarily talk to you. But I think they don’t talk to you, because they are intimidated. I could not imagine not noticing you.”

You felt a little light-headed at her words, an unfathomable thrill washing over you like a tide. “Then you are the first person brave enough to speak.”

Victoria’s eyes glinted puckishly. “I take pride in that.”

The sun sank farther in the sky, turning the water red and rouging Victoria’s cheeks till tiny freckles stood out beneath her eyes, over her nose, upon her lower lip. She smiled coyly, and you realised you were staring again. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled with a half-laugh. 

“No,” she shook her head. “Look at me all you like.” A gentle breeze ruffled her hair, and she pushed the fringe from out her eyes. You nearly reached over to do it for her. 

“Makes me feel warm,” she said quietly, like a confession. 

Paradoxically, there were goose bumps raised along her arms.

“You look cold to me,” you responded. 

She wrinkled her nose. “Sea air, sun going down, no suffocating heat like Rome in the summer.”

Standing, you shrugged off your cardigan and side-stepped the table, reaching her side. She watched you move in silence.

“May I?” you asked, holding out the cardigan. 

She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. Nodded. 

You sank halfway into a crouch, and draped the garment over her shoulders, pulling the edges around her to meet at her throat. 

Suddenly, time had slowed to a dripping treacle, and you were hyper aware of her eyes tracking your movements, eyelashes low on her cheeks, of the rise and fall of her chest, breath suddenly shallow. There was a slight flush to her skin, though it was golden, touched by sunlight. Those faint freckles on her face traced a speckled path down her neck, over her collarbone and farther still, past where the open collar of her shirt fluttered over her breasts — only just hidden by the white cotton fabric. 

“My eyes are up here, cuore,” she said smugly, and the clichedness of the line shattered your trance as the fever of embarrassment rose beneath your skin.

“Yes, I — ”

“Pasta al pesto per due?”

You started at the voice of the waiter, practically falling into your chair as you stepped back to your side of the table. 

Victoria seemed unfazed. “Sì, grazie mille,” she smiled up at him. 

The waiter smiled tightly as he set down the plates. “Parmigiano?” 

“No, grazie,” you said, wanting him simply to leave as soon as possible and spare you further embarrassment. 

“Più vino? Birra?”

“No, no, grazie.” You did not want more wine. You wanted him to leave. Now.

Victoria was leaned back in her chair again, still beaming. “Prenderò un'altra birra, per favore.”

“Certo,” said the waiter, and left, equally as fast as you’d wished him to. 

You were leaning your forehead on the palm of your hand, still reeling from the embarrassment of the waiter witnessing your fawning over Victoria. 

But you took a breath and composed yourself, picking up your fork for something to do with your hands. 

“So, tell me about Rome,” you inquired of Victoria, without looking up from your food. 

But she gave a little laugh, and before you knew it, her hands were over yours. 

You looked up. 

“Not like that, cara.” She took your hand, and stabbed the trofie — pasta pieces wound into long, tight coils — properly. “And when it’s spaghetti or linguine, you twist, no spoon.”

She let go of your hands, but you felt the warmth of them still. You could scarcely remember how to breathe with the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. 

She picked up her own fork and speared the pasta. 

“You can call me Vic, if you like,” she said. Then, “Rome. Hot, this time of year. Lots of tourists.”

You laughed, partly because the way she had phrased it was amusing, and partly to diffuse the sudden tension which had come between you just before. “You dislike it that much?”

“No, I was just being realistic. But I suppose you want the sun-soaked boulevards and flowerpots and music.”

“Doesn’t everyone?”

Victoria nodded. “And there is that too. Rome’s a little bit of both. Isn’t everything?”

“Both optimistic and pessimistic?”

She pointed her fork at you. “Exact.”

“Exactly?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Shut up, I know I’m not fluent in English.”

You swallowed your pasta, waving a hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to seem like I expected that of you. But I also didn’t want to assume that you weren’t fluent just because you’re Italian.”

A strange expression came across Victoria’s face, something between surprise and admiration. 

“Thank you,” she answered laconically, her voice soft as though her gratitude should have been secret. 

Once more lost for words, you could do nothing but nod, and push another pile of trofie onto the tines of your fork. 

The two of you ate quietly for a while — because Victoria suddenly could not look at you, and you still knew not what to say. The wind blew through the cobblestone corridors of Riomaggiore, and stars in the sky began to replace the sparkling of the ocean surface by sunset. You could smell mingled spirits and spices, hear laughter and chatter in a dozen different languages. The chatter was different; the laughter sounded the same in every language. 

Victoria’s fork clattered to her empty plate, momentarily startling you. 

She took a breath. “Do you want to do something crazy?”

You put the last piece of pasta into your mouth, chewed, swallowed, your heart beating fast at the unspoken promise held by her words. “Like what?”

“Like leave, now that we’ve finished eating.”

Your eyes widened, and you lowered your voice. “Victoria, if you saw me, a tourist, leaving a restaurant after finishing dinner, you’d be horrified. This is Italy. You don’t just leave after eating.”

The smile that twisted your insides graced her pink-red lips again. She leaned forward, and your eyes darted involuntarily to her mouth. Her eyes were a thousand different shades of blue.

“Told you it was crazy.”

Then she straightened up again, stuck a hand into her pocket, retrieved a bundle of plastic Euros, placed them on the table beneath a glass, and once more extended her hand to you. 

There was a command in the action, and you obeyed. 

When her hand was in yours again, it felt like sanctity, a warm flush spreading through your body at her innocent touch. 

She drew you up from your chair, and before you knew what was happening, she was holding your hand like the memory of her that had held you enraptured for a year, and you were running through the streets of a seaside village, your footsteps loud, your laughter resonant in your belly, in your chest and your lungs, upon your lips. 

You ran and ran, hand in hand, and if anybody had asked, you wouldn’t have known how to explain the energy which had suddenly made a rollercoaster of your veins. 

The streets wove and turned like a labyrinth, like a web, and all these strings ran in one direction: to the sea. 

It was only when there was sand in between your toes that you realised that you had reached the end of the road. You kicked your shoes off without a thought, as Victoria discarded her borrowed cardigan into the sandy dunes.

And then she was pulling you toward the rushing waves and the dying sun ever and ever closer to the horizon, and the water was sloshing up over your ankles, your calves. 

Another laugh burst forth from your chest, and you turned to splash Victoria. 

She shrieked, because the day had been hot, but the water was still cold, and the difference was jarring. 

When she looked at you, her hair was soaking wet, bangs dripping down her face like the water that had made her makeup run, and somehow, she was even more beautiful now, in what should have been ruin but instead was triumph, like every grain of sand on her hands was residual stardust from her soul, though still was nothing when compared to the light in her eyes. The laughter was still warm in your chest.

She shivered, and your moment of trance shattered like sugar glass. You took her hand this time. 

“Come on,” you said, leading out of the water like she was Venus born of a Botticelli vision. “Let’s go dance this cold away.”

Against your own, her pulse fluttered, and her clammy palm in yours, with its calloused fingertips and short-cut nails, was suddenly the most important thing ever entrusted to you. 

You swallowed, before letting go of her hand to put your shoes back on. She sat down beside you.

“Y-you like to dance?” Her wide eyes were wider beneath the smudged makeup. The devious glint in them was gone as she shivered, the sun nearly gone now. 

I could learn to love anything if I was with you, you thought. It was a dangerous thought, to be told. You dared not speak it aloud. 

You pulled on your cardigan, but only to drag the sleeve down over your wrist and press it carefully under her eyes, blotting away the remnants of mascara. 

Her eyes closed slowly, and you breathed in tandem to the sound of the breaking waves. 

You tugged off your cardigan again, and set it around her shoulders once more before she had the chance to protest. 

When she opened her eyes again, her lips parted too. She might have leaned in, if you hadn’t spoken then. 

“When in Riomaggiore…” you murmured, and were rewarded with her gentle laughter. 

Victoria stood and pulled you up. When you were fully on your feet, she nearly lost her balance, but you caught her arms before she fell to the sand, and instead she fell against your chest. 

Her breath was on your collarbone, laboured — presumably from the adrenaline rush of the ground disappearing from beneath her feet. Her fingers were against your back, curled to keep herself standing. 

Already your thoughts were gone from the beach, from the light still left on its shore, deep now in the midnight dark that would soon follow, fast-forwarded to a fantasy, of her body against yours, every part of her as soft as the skin of her palms, and flushed a pretty pink, her open mouth against your collarbone, your fingers in her hair, her fingers on your back drawing the visceral, unspeakable sounds from your mouth. 

The seaspray brought you back to reality. 

But apparently Victoria’s thoughts had been lost as well, because now it was not her breath on your collarbone, but her lips, and you weren’t dreaming that she was kissing you there. 

Your breath had gone shallow in the space of milliseconds, and her mouth moved up to linger on your neck, your jaw, your cheek. Her arms were wrapped around you, and that open-collared shirt was against your chest, warmth bleeding from her to you. 

Finally you could take it no longer. You took her face in your hands and pressed your mouth to her mouth.

When you kissed her, she tasted of salt and wheat and sugar. Her lips were soft and warm as the summer air, and when your fingers tangled in her hair, her hands were on your elbows and your heart was in your mouth. 

You were kissing a stranger in a foreign land, and you felt as though you’d known her forever, disintegrating in her arms like salt in the sun as her kiss came up to meet you like a wave, and you couldn’t remember the right way to breathe. There was nothing left to your identity for but the memory of what it was to kiss her, and else nothing mattered. You would not have cared, if this ocean’s daughter had drowned you. You would have gone willingly to that watery grave. And had she tried to leave you, you would have traded your soul to have even a moment more of hers.

Because here it was: your heart, exposed in how you held her, how desperately you kissed her. 

How much you adored her, after knowing her so little. 

She angled her head and her teeth bruised your lip as she deepened the kiss, eliciting a gasp from you. You thought she might have laughed — softly, behind your mouth — a quiet, secret laughter meant only for your ears, and new heat surged through you at the thought. 

She was only kissing you, and yet, she was tearing you asunder. Pulling you apart at the seams with only her touch. 

“Vic,” you breathed, and it was all you managed. 

You were staggering back, falling against the sand, and she was pressing evanescent kisses to every square centimetre of your skin, and you’d never felt so alive in your life, with the heat of her body against yours and her pulse against your own like a metronome gone rogue. 

“Fuck dancing,” she murmured, between kisses. “I want you.”

Her words were like an open flame to oxygen, burning inside of you. 

Her lips touched your earlobe. “Do you want me?” she whispered. 

“Yes,” you replied, heart thundering. 

And you had been trying to play down your attraction to her, to hide it so that she wouldn’t see how much everything she did affected you — when she bit her lip and you wished it was your teeth instead of hers, that coy smile she always turned to the ground like she knew exactly what it was doing to you, her long fingers drumming on the table, already in time with your pulse. 

And now there was nothing subtle about it. 

Her hand was in yours, and you were running again, up into the town, pushing her against an alleyway wall to steal a kiss as she asked, 

“Mine or yours?”

“Unless you’re one street over too, then mine is closer.”

Her laughter tickled your lips, seaspray in the wind. “That eager?”

“You kissed me first.”

“Touché,” she whispered, her breath coming sharp and short against your mouth, sticky with her lipstick, warm with her scent, her touch. 

The last of the climb to your rented rooms was a stumble, Victoria pressing messy kisses to your shoulder, into the crook of your elbow, as you fumbled for your keys and tried, impossibly, to keep quiet.

By the time the two of you stumbled through the door, she had unbuttoned your trousers, and had your blouse in her fist. You reached for her and found yourself bare for but your bra and underwear, while Victoria retained only her white shirt and panties. 

You paused. 

Slowly, as her chest rose and fell, she took your hands and guided them to the buttons at the ridge of her breasts, and slowly, you unbuttoned the few remaining, tantalising buttons of her white shirt, letting the garment fall to the ground like a flag. Like surrender.

You stared at her for heartbeats, in awe of how she breathed and obsessed with the way she moved. 

Then, as though she could wait no longer, she crushed you against her and kissed you, sucking your lower lip into your mouth and biting down, evoking from you a desperate whimper, for anything more of her that you could get — all of her, if she would give it to you. 

You drew back from her lips to kiss the rest of her, pushing her into the mattress to press your mouth to every bit of skin you could find. When her fingers found your hair and pulled, your kiss left a bruise on her neck, and then her shoulder, before she pushed you down on the mattress and your thighs apart. 

Her palm was already there for you when you groaned, and you felt her smile of satisfaction against your mouth when her fingers brushed over your clothed folds. 

“God,” she murmured, “you’re so pretty when you know what you want.” 

You managed only a hoarse whisper in return. “Then give it to me.”

She laughed and it tickled your skin, and then your bra was gone as well, and her fingers were curled around the elastic of your underwear. She took too long for your liking, and you pushed her hand, leaving yourself exposed to her mercy and the cool night air.

But she was merciful if nothing else, this ocean’s daughter, and her fingers were inside of you before you could utter another plea. 

Already she needed no guidance, played you like the strings of a harp with a flick of her wrist and those long, gently curling fingers. 

Her eyes never left yours, half-lidded in the same haze you felt cloud your mind when she touched you, when your back arched up from the already untidy sheets, when her other hand travelled up your thigh and your stomach, finding a resting place beneath your breasts as she pushed you into the bed, held you there as you writhed. 

When you came, you pulled her down with you until the moon sank into the sky as well, until the sun dawdled once more on the horizon. 

And perhaps, you thought, this was where the moon and sun went in those small hours of the night when neither could be seen by those still awake on Earth — they were together, entwined in a beautiful, impossible duality of silver and gold, at last unfettered by human imagination. 

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You didn’t remember falling asleep, but you remembered Victoria. Remembered her breath as it whispered against your legs, her lips the inside of your thighs. Already, the memories were imprinted upon your mind like whorls of sand, and on your tongue the salt of her demise as she’d gasped beneath your touch with her head tipped back in ecstasy — and god, she had been so unfathomably pretty. Endlessly so.

Now, you reached out to touch her, to sweep the gold strands from the eyes of your very own gold dust woman. But the sheets were empty.

Fear gripped your heart in a sudden vice, that she should have left you with so little, so early, so soon. 

But the light trailed her still in the wake of morning, and as your eyes followed it, you found her outside, leaning against the railing of your balcony, summer-sunshine hair falling down her back, her legs still bare though her upper half was hidden by your cardigan — and oh, how good she looked in your clothes. You wanted to see her like that all the time. 

Slipping out of bed, you took a leaf from her book and tugged on her long white shirt, before pattering out onto the balcony. 

She turned at the sound of your approach, and smiled sleepily. Her hair floated atop her shoulders, over her back and her chest in waterfalling waves, blonde strands twining messily and yet perfectly in what could easily have been sunbeams, returning to her as though she were the very star they had awaited all along.

“Buongiorno,” she murmured. The wide blue sky arced above her head, and the streets below your balcony had begun to crescendo in the sounds of waking, the morning routines of a thousand strangers beneath your feet, the waves washing ever over the shores in their ethereal clockwork.

“Morning,” you replied. It appeared she was only wearing your cardigan and her underwear, and in her shirt and your own underwear, you were no better. Your heart filled with lightness at the thought that she should be so uninhibited in your presence. No one had ever been so easily open with you before. 

She held out a hand as you drew nearer, and you slid your fingers into hers. Before you could react, she pulled you flush against her, wrapping her arms around you and kissing you, ardently but achingly slow like the dawning day, lips tender but her hold on you fierce, as though she could not have let go had she tried. 

Her hand came to rest on your cheek, her thumb brushing over your lower lip. 

“I want you to know,” she said breathlessly, “that this is not all I wanted from you. I just couldn’t help myself.” Your pulse quickened, the strings of your heart tying themselves in knots. “I want everything of you, if you want that too.”

A smile found its way to your face, and you wound your fingers through hers. She looked down at your intertwined hands, and you fell apart a little at the fond look on her face. 

“I do.”

Her hands slid to your waist as she came to stand behind you, with her chin leaned on your shoulder and her gaze returned to the view beyond the balcony, though you felt her lips briefly touch the space between your neck and collarbone. 

The daughter of the ocean, in your arms at last.

You knew little about her, still. But summer held many days yet, and when she turned and smiled at you in the sunshine of the new day, you knew that she would give every day to you, if only you asked.

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Pairing: Thomas/Fem!Reader/Victoria Summary: A 14 day holiday in Greece has you meet two annoying but sweet people. They manage to make your holidays more interesting. And they are hot.  Warnings: It’s silly - probably, mention of a panic attack, smut Words: 11k A/N: This is for you @maneskinbrainrot <3 Next chapter(s) will come next week. Should have been Thomas who doesn’t want to be friends with a lobster, but it was already written. Add yourself to my taglist.  / Masterlist .####. Chapter One: Hurricane & Sex On The Beach (Day 1 - Day 6) Day 1 - The Beginning

After a flight that was delayed for three hours in the early hours of the morning, you finally made it. Including your suitcase that almost got lost. But you made it, with your suitcase and three of your friends in tow.

Finally checked in, your bags stashed away in the hotel room, you can finally take a deep breath. Two weeks Greece, two weeks Mykonos. Two weeks of doing sweet nothing, like your friends said. Only two weeks of beach, pool, cocktails. And "maybe we will find you some blond hottie". You didn't want to go but your friends all said the same, that you need a holiday away from home and that they'll drag you if they have to. Almost you fall asleep on a sun lounger at the pool but there's a blond tall lanky guy and a blonde short girl that almost looses her bikini top but doesn't seem to care having a water fight, splashing around. You squeak when cold water is hitting your thigh and you open your eyes. The guy is looking at you shocked, biting his lips. While the girl is laughing at him, clapping her hands together.  "This is not how you make new friends". You think, correct Blondie, tell Noodle, this is not how you make new friends. He climbs out of the pool to apologize, dropping more water over your feet. Somehow you can't bring yourself to be angry at the both of them, it looks like they are having fun. Before you can answer him there's a brunett man next to him, looking a tiny bit annoyed but still with a smile around his lips.

"I'm so sorry," he says to you, "Those two are toddlers."

"We are not, Leo. You just hate seeing other people have fun without being invited to join in." Blondie tells him, while Noodle is still staying next to your sun lounger, the other guy next to him and then he hugs him, still dripping wet.

Leo gasps, "This is a hotel, not a kindergarden."

The girl already climbed out of the pool and now takes the guys hand, dragging him behind her.

"VIC, THOMAS. NO RUNNING." He shakes his head. "Don't break your necks, guys." You don’t see them again. .#####.

Day 2 - Frisbee You catch yourself looking for the two of them; they aren't at the pool. Neither is their friend from the day before. "Are you looking for Blondie 1 and Blondie 2 from yesterday?," your friend asks half mocking, half out of interest while your other friend shakes her hair and laughs. "You seemed to have looked at them?"

"They are - they are cute, okay?" It's easy to admit, because they are cute in their antics and they are hot. You think they are both insanely hot. Blondie with her confidence and you did find yourself looking at her thighs and also the loose bikini top a few times the day before. Noodle with his long legs, he seems to be fun and the red ink on his hips next to his happy trail had you dangerously staring.

"They are at the beach," your friend with who you share a room tells you when they are sitting down next to you, "There's this guy playing beach volleyball. We can go down and both stare a little bit."

You blush because of the suggestion but you still nod. It's not like you have any other plans, and you would like to see them, maybe even get a little bit of their attention.

"Blondie and Noodle?," you ask - just to make sure. Your friends laugh, you hear someone say how hilarious that is.

"Yes, they are both there."

Your friend chooses a spot that's still close to them and their pile of friends but not close enough to put any attention on you or to make it weird.

From your spot, you can see how Noodle kicks some sand on two men that are reading next to eachother. You aren't quite sure if it was an accident or if he did it to be annoying. But you can see the guy from yesterday, Leo you remember, rolling his eyes and you can hear him scold him as well: "Just leave Damiano and Ethan in peace, be a menace somewhere else. You can go absolutely nowhere with you and Vic."

A long while there's nothing happening, it looks like he fell asleep on his towel, face down first. "Eat sand, bitch." That's what you think one of the men, the one with the shorter hair, says. The boy that has the most of your attention lazily gets his arm up to show them his middlefinger, you have to laugh a tiny bit. There's no sight of Blondie, or as your friend next to you says Blondie Number 1 (asking or was she Blondie Number 2). You listen to your friend drooling over the guy playing volleyball close by, they are talking about how nice his arm muscles are flexing when you see that Blondie is getting out of the water, how she gets her bikini top off (you really try not to stare but in the end you do), how she drops water over the two men reading and how she then sits down on Noodle's back.

"COLD!" You can see how he squirms under her, almost throwing her off. She finally has mercy after the fifth time of him asking, shaking under her. Nothing is happening again for a while. You stare a little bit, both of them laying in the sun. She on her back, he on his belly - his sunglasses gliding down his nose. Your friend next to you moved on to spit slam poetry about the guys muscular thighs now, and you have some commentary for them here and there.

You look back to the small group of people just in time to see how Blondie gets some sun screen on Noodle's nose, how he tries to get her hands off him and also how they both struggle and ultimately both topple over each other. You have to giggle at his face and the whole situation. When they are both getting up again, Blondie waves at you. You are confused, for a second you think the wave was for someone else but there's no one behind you. She elbows him, he looks at you and waves as well. "Oh, Blondie’s seem to be interested as well?" You want to elbow your friend now as well, but instead you wave back at the both of them. You can see how the guy gets up, how he takes something out of a colourful beach bag and makes your way over to you. "This is gonna be interesting."

He seems a little bit out of place, there's still a white spot of sun cream on his nose that makes you smile, and he disshevels his hair even more with the hand that isn't carrying anything.

He gives two books to you, that you're taking: "I saw you doing them yesterday, so I thought you would like them, maybe."

You light up when you see that one of the books says Crossword Puzzles on the front and the other one says The Art Puzzle Book. "And ... Sorry again for yesterday. I didn't want to get you all wet."

Your friend next to you chuckles and murmurs something that you hope he didn't catch.

I'm sure, you can get her wet anytime.

There's no comment coming from him, while you make a face at your friend and then look back at him: "Thank you, that's really nice of you. At least I have something to do now."

"Yeah, but you would love to do him instead." This time your friend waits at least until he's out of earshot, you slap their shoulder.

You have your nose deep down in your new crossword puzzle book when there's a tap on your shoulder. Blondie is staying in front of you when you turn around, the bikini top is covering her up again, she gestures to some guys a little further down the beach who are playing frisbee.

"They asked me to join, I thought you might want to join as well?," she says, "And your friend maybe?"

Your friend is nodding next to you, when you follow their gaze you can see that the volleyball guy is catching the frisbee. You won't be able to say no.

"Sure, Blo-, we are happy to join you." You smile up to her.

"Great," she laughs - lower than you expected, maybe you haven't noticed before because she didn't talk directly to you until now. "By the way, because I don't think that brick of an idiot mentioned it, but my name is Vic and that is Thomas." She gestures to Noodle - Thomas, you try to tell your brain, "Sometime's you probably can just call him a dickhead. He can be an angel if he wants to but I'm gonna warn you now, that boy has horns. Don't be fooled by that face, he's a little annoying demon."

"Noted," you laugh.

When Vic is leading the way, you're holding your friend back: "If you say something again, I'll quote your little poetry session and how much you want that guy's thighs to crush your head, with you in the spotlight. I swear, I hope Noodle didn't hear your comments earlier."

To your surprise time flies by, there's no incidents anymore, you're having fun, Vic and you are getting along great - even teaming up for a little tournament you have. That is until volleyball guy - Alex as you learned - has the frisbee flying way over your head and it flies directly into Thomas' face.

"Shit," you say when you land next to him in the sand and Thomas lifts up his head.

There's a woman that is next to you giving you an ice pad wrapped in a small cloth and you just take it to press it carefully under his left eye.

"We always have them with us because you never know what these three are banging their heads against," she says. You only follow half of her statements but you can see her pointing to three boys who are sitting around a cooler box eating ice cream. And even with them doing nothing, you agree with her, that they probably are trouble most times.

"Are you okay?," you ask.

"Ouch," he comments delayed when you press down a little to harsh, "God, how do I deserve this?"

Vic, Alex and your friend turn up next to you.

"Sorry, dude," Alex says, "I thought, you might want to play. Move a little bit."

You roll your eyes but Thomas is faster: "Bro, what the fuck? I tried to sleep."

"Sorry, sorry," he raises his hands, "I didn't want it to go directly in your face. I thought, you would catch it."

Once again you roll your eyes and Thomas even laughs a tiny bit at that and then yelps in pain. You take the ice pad off, to gently press it against his face again. You can hear someone comment I can't believe he's too lazy to even hold that icepack himself. It's the guy with the shorter hair but he stops saying anything when the longhaired guy is staring him down, lightly boxing his shoulder, mumbling something that sounds like He's in pain, be nice. You still didn't figure out who of them is Ethan and who of them is Damiano.

"We have more if you need another cold one," the woman says.

The same time Thomas is talking: "I'm not catching shit. Do I look like a dog catching sticks to you? Let me and my ass be Garfield in peace."

You laugh, because of the absurdity, because you think he's funny but also because he's looking up at a man made out of muscles with puppy eyes making that statement. He's bold.

"Okay man, I'm sorry, okay, sorry." And then he steps back.

"I really hope for you that that guy is good in bed," you tell your friend, "because he sure as fuck is stupid."

Thomas laughs for real this time, squinting his eyes when it hurts again, even your friend is laughing but you think that there's definitely no help for them anymore when you hear them say, "But he's still fucking hot."

The rest of the afternoon you spend squeezed between him and Victoria. Sometimes you get up to change the icepack for Thomas (with the comments of Look, he found another stupid one doing shit for him and more scolding of the other one. By now you're sure that the nicer of the two is Ethan and the other one is Damiano) with the woman, sometimes you have to shake one of her boys off your legs but that's okay. Thomas being half asleep next to you, him and Vic sharing earbuds - sometimes asking if you want to have a listen as well, Vic flipping through some fashion magazines while you are back to your crossword puzzles, Thomas having your pen behind his ear when you go another time to exchange Thomas' icepack for a new one and one time come back with a box of ice cream cones because the woman apparently found a liking to you. She hopes your boyfriend feels better, you don't correct her, even though you probably should. You wander off to your friends to distribute ice cones between your friends and theirs, you're welcomed by chatter and the question of the day seems to be How are Blondie 1 and Blondie 2? followed by laughter and the question if you like them and if they like you. More questions follow over dinner, some of them making you blush, some of them so explicit that you compete with the tomatoes on your plate and have your brain and your fantasy trailing off to other places for most of the conversation. .#####.

Day 3 - Hurricane It’s only Twelve in the afternoon when you already have your first cocktail, sitting at the pool. It felt weird ordering it but you weren't the only person at the bar and it makes you feel less guilty. It's sweet but only subtle and boozy, maybe you should have gone for a cocktail with less liquor in it.

You're listening to a podcast when there's a tap on your shoulder and once again Victoria is standing behind you. She takes the cocktail out of your hand, takes a sip without asking, drops a bottle of spray sun cream in your hands and sits in front of you.

"Could you help me with that?" Her bikini top is already off before she even finished the question or before you gave her an answer.

"Yes sure," you try to swallow down your nervousness, "How was your evening?"

"It was nice," she answers and sighs when you start rubbing in the sun screen into her shoulders, "A few of us went to a tiny beach restaurant the other side of the island. But Thomas complained the whole night that he's injured and everyone made fun of him and that no one's going to get him an ice pack however whiny he is."

You blush and spray more sun cream on her back: "I wanted to be nice and he looked hurt."

"Don't be too nice to him, he's gonna take advantage without even noticing it," she sighs again and laughs, "I told you, don't let that face fool you or those eyes. You're good at this. Can you do my neck and my arms as well?"

"I can," you tell her, "but ... aren't you just taking advantage of me as well? Like, right now? You didn't even say please."

She laughs, "You learn fast. Do that to him the next time as well. Would you mind doing my neck as well, please?"

"Do I get something in return for this?" You feel like, you can be a little bit bold with her. You spray more sun screen, massage it into her neck, behind her ears and also massage some into her arms as well.

"Oh yes, you will get something back for this. You will like it, I promise." She takes your hands in hers and lays them down on her boobs, you're blushing at a rapid rate by now, you can feel her nipple piercings under your fingertips, "That's not it, it's just a little extra, I thought you might like them as well instead of just noodles. I think, I was right."

"I -"

You can't say more because all of a sudden you are sitting in the shade. When you both look up, you both look into Thomas' face. He's wearing sunglasses that hide his injury at least partially. Vic pushes your cocktail into his hand while she's getting up and then pushes him down, between your legs.

"Can you do him as well, please?" She asks sweetly, Thomas looks like he doesn't know what's going on. "Can you also put some on his nose, and on that squishy part here, and his nipples." He is perplex when she pinches one of them. "He always forgets these spots and I don't want to be friends with a lobster."

She leaves a kiss on his ear and whispers something that you can't hear.

"Uhhhm ..." He messes with his hair.

"Can I have my cocktail back?"

"Sure," he says, "Sure. Sure, here. What is it? I like the colour, it looks nice."

"Sure thing, I can tell you, Noodle. It's a Singapore Sling. You want to try?," you ask, "Vic already had her tongue in it as well."

Thomas looks at you confused, you bite your lips when you realise that the nickname slipped past your lips but he isn't asking any further. He takes the red-orangey drink out of your hand again, he chuckles a little bit: "Of course, give me her sloppy seconds. She would like that."

There's a smile on his face, you don't know if it's just genuine or if there's something dirty on his mind as well.

"I like it. It's better than whatever Vic ordered me before. You're ordering my cocktails from now on." He gives you the glass back, messes with his hair again. He seems as nervous as you are. "I can do that myself, you don't have to do that just because Vic said so."

You put your glass on the floor and take the bottle of sun cream, your hands shake a little bit, you don't even know why considering the fact that you already had Victoria's boobs in your hands today.  

You are the nice one then, you think - you don't say it. If you're honest with yourself, you want to know what Vic meant with her earlier statements. He's lazy, but until now, he didn't ask anything of you - unless Victoria. Maybe you would like him to be a little bit selfish, you can feel your ears getting red.

"I want to," your voice probably sounds wobbly, "you have to take your shirt off."

He does as he is told and is sitting shirtless in front of you not even five seconds later. As with Vic before, you spray some sun cream directly onto his back.

"Cold," he comments.

"It won't be for long."

You take your time massaging it into his shoulders, his back, his lower back, his hips, up again, onto his protruding collarbones, his neck. You see little freckles and moles on his skin. There's a low hum coming from Thomas' throat. After you finish, you give him the bottle of sun screen, so he can take care of his front alone. But you can see, how he misses a big patch of skin on his chest, the squishy part Vic squeezed earlier and how he's not getting sun cream on his face at all.

"Can you turn around?," you ask him. When he does, you take the bottle from him again. You start with the softer part of his stomach, he squirms but you ignore his that tickles on purpose and move on to get some sun cream on his nipples like Victoria told you to. Thomas bites his lips to make no noise, they are getting slightly hard under your touch. "Can you take your sunglasses off?"

"Hmmm."

Carefully you put your hand on his cheek when he does and slowly drag your thumb over his injury, "Good that the woman was there with her ice packs, it would look worse otherwise. Does it still hurt a lot?"

"Not like yesterday, but still a little bit. Maybe I should post a selfie like this? Pretty sure some fan will be into that," he muses and goes on to explain because he thinks you don't understand, "Vic and I are in a band."

You know. But you don't want to give him (or her - for that matter) any satisfaction like that. One of your friends showed you a video of them yesterday over dinner, which had your friends teasing you with their stage antics and your friend saying that they knew they know them from somewhere.

"Cool," is the only thing you say, "Ready to get some sun cream on that pretty face?"

He nods. If you would be cruel, you would ask him to close his eyes and spray it directly on his face as well but you aren't and spray it in your hands first instead. You put it onto his cheeks, his chin, his forehead - you get a little bit in his hair as well and he laughs, you're careful under his left eye so you don't hurt him, and last you put it on his nose. He's dangerously close to your face. "We are all done."

"Great, thank you." He sits up somewhat straight again, the moment gone, "Want me to help you out?"

"I-" You still feel the sun screen on your skin that you put there not even half an hour ago yourself. But you see his ring on his middlefinger glistening in the sun and somehow it makes it harder to say no. You want to know how his fingers feel on your back.

"As before, we don't have to," he says, "but Vic said it would be nice of me to return the favour."

You will like it, I promise. You're sure this is what she meant.

"I would like that."

This time, he gets behind you. Close, maybe even a little too close. His crotch almost pressed against your lower back. Thomas puts the sun screen on his hands before applying it. He spends a long time on your shoulders, using his thumbs on your neck. Before he gets lower, has his hands under your bikini straps and goes lower again, rubbing circles into your skin. It feels nice, you're enjoying how rough his fingers feel but how tender he is. You would be moaning, if you wouldn't bite on the inside of your mouth. He presses himself against you more, making sure that you can feel him, his breath against your neck and then pulls back completely.

"It's a Singapore Sling, right?" Even he sounds a little bit breathless, "I'm going to get myself one of these."

And then he's gone.

You only see him again close to dinner timer again in the hotel lobby, he asks if you can recommened him another cocktail - something in almost the same colour as the one from before.

"Take a Hurricane."

"Oh, is that a prediction how the rest of my holidays are gonna go?" He winks at you.

"Or mine?" Vic puts an arm around his hips. "I hope it's the good kind of hurricane."

It becomes kind of a ritual for the rest of your stay, Thomas requesting cocktails by colour. .#####. Day 4 - Handstand

The next cocktail request comes sooner than you think, the next day. When he asks you over his breakfast if you can recommened him something blue. It's what Thomas calls breakfast but it's one o'clock and people around him are having lunch. He's eating pizza. You heard Damiano telling him off earlier, Thomas saying: "Damiano, leave me alone, I'm on fucking holidays. If I want to sleep until midnight and go to bed an hour later, I'll fucking do it."

"Ask for a Blue Hurricane."

He furrows his brows. You know the cocktail menu of the hotel isn't endless, you don't know how many more times he will ask, you don't know. Your heart sinks a little bit when you notice that you don't know how long they will stay.

"Just ask them to use Blue Curaçao and blueberries instead of the grenadine and the passionfruit. It tastes different, I promise."

For most of the day you can see Ethan and Damiano reading at the pool. Blondie and Noo-, Vic and Thomas are mostly fooling around, annoying people. It seems like they have a competition going on who can annoy Ethan the most. Damiano muttering under his breath that they are brats and assholes, even when he's not the target of their shit. Thomas is emptying a water bottle over Ethan when he sleeps, Vic is throwing a water ball at him and his book repeatedly instead of throwing it at Thomas when they play a game that only the two themselves seem to understand. You can see Thomas smoking, the hotel stuff seemed to give up to call him out on it for today at least, after they tried three times and you could see how he just pretended to not understand English at all, even though you are sure that at least two of them know better. You see him play guitar as well, long fingers dancing over the fret and the strings; you think you can still feel them on your spine. It gives you a jolt of pleasure.

In the evening you decide you take a walk at the beach alone. Headphones on, looking at the sunset, in your own little world. Until you trip over a leg and almost land on top of Victoria.

"Oh, sorry."

"Ciao," Thomas laughs, "did you have a good day?"

They are both sitting in the sand, sharing a bottle of white wine and Thomas is munching on some peanuts. When you want to get up, you don't want to interrupt anything, Vic holds you back. You try to shake the sand off your skirt, sitting down next to her. "I didn't do much, or anything to be honest, but it was nice, at least for today. You?"

"Yes we did," Victoria says. "We didn't do much either."

"Damiano didn't kill us until now, he didn't even try," Thomas laughs, "Vic, we are failures."

"You might be one."

"Heeeey," he protests.

She steals some peanuts out of the bag between his cross legged legs, drops some of them in your hand when you open it for her.

"I bet that you can't do a handstand with your upper body underwater," she says to him.

"Why?," he eats some more peanuts himself, "Why would I even do that?"

"Because I say that you can't do it?" He squints his eyes at her, "And you want to proof me better?"

"What do I get if I do it?" Thomas hands you the bottle of white wine and you take a sip.

"A kiss?"

"Watch me!" He takes off the band shirt he's wearing, his shorts and then runs into the water, screaming.

"God, he's an idiot," Vic comments next to you. She lays her hand onto your thigh, plays with the hem of your skirt. "Did you like his hands?"

"Uhhhm." You would like to take another sip of wine, but Vic has the bottle on her lips. So you do the next best thing and grab another handful of peanuts. "Yeah ... It ... Felt nice."

"He would love to hear that," she laughs again, "But then on the other hand, he already thinks he's a god with his fingers."

"EEEEEYYYYYYYY!" Thomas yells at you two. "Are you even watching? I'm only doing this because of you."

Victoria rolls her eyes, but she takes her gaze off you and looks at the ocean instead, Thomas waving: "Stop being an attention whore and just move your fucking ass!"

He shows her both his middle fingers.

You can see how he struggles. He manages to do something people, with a lot of goodwill, would maybe call a handstand. He wobbles, his legs are everything but straight, and with the next wave he topples over two seconds later. Still he comes back grinning at both of you.

"So, from who do I get my kiss now?"

Victoria looks at you. You look at her, then at Thomas.

"Are you sure that was a handstand?"

You can hear how Vic slaps her hand in front of her mouth, but you can still hear her laughing.

He pouts at you. You lean in closer, and closer, until your lips touch. For ten seconds, maybe for twenty, it's way too short. But he puts one of his hands in your neck and and you can feel the pleasure running through your body again. When you pull back again, you don't know what to do, you grab the wine bottle that is still between you and Victoria and take a long sip. Thomas' hand is still on your neck, Vic's hand even a little higher up your thigh now.

"What is a good cocktail with white wine?" He pulls back a bit as well.

"A bicicletta. It's Italian." He's still too close to your face, his breath tickling your skin.

"Oh, what is it?" Vic asks.

"Dry white wine, Campari, soda and orange slices."

"Sounds like something out of Thomas' dreams."

"I might have had it in my dreams," he says, "or maybe even in reality when it's Italian."

"Thomas," you mumble against his face.

But he isn't saying anything, Vic is talking instead: "Thomas, you're dropping water all over her. Getting her all wet."

"Is that so?" You can only stare into his eyes and wonder if he sees the same storm in yours. He takes his hands off you and sits down again.

"He will dream about this tonight."

You aren't quite sure if Victoria is talking about the cocktail or about something else.

Your friend is brushing their teeth when you come back to your room.

"That was a long walk?," they ask but smile at you.

"I kissed Noodle?"

They clap their hands together happily: "Oh my god, yes!"

"It was only a bet," you tell them.

"You have to tell me all about that," they say, "but I'm pretty sure someone is showing you his noodle some time soon."

"Why are we friends again?" You can only groan. Day 5 - Sex On The Beach

You only see Victoria and Thomas for five minutes at the beach. They are packing up their stuff when your friends and you just arrive. Victoria just waves at you from afar, so does Leo - which surprises you. Thomas on the other hand comes over to you.

"You want another cocktail rec?," you ask him.

"How about something neon green?" He smiles at you loopsided.

"Try a Green Flash."

He says thank you, and just vanishes. You don't see him or her anywhere the whole day. They aren't at the beach, not at the pool, not at the bar, not the restaurant, the lobby, you even look for them in the hotel gym. But the only people there are Alex and Ethan. You wave back at Alex when he waves at you. Ethan asks if you're okay and judging his face your answer isn't half as convincing as you think.

By the end of the day, you're frustrated but you don't want to admit to yourself why that is. You call it an early night, skipping dinner. It's better than to dislocate your joints to have a look for them in every corner and just being disappointed.

Your phone vibrates. You ignore it. Again. You ignore it. And again. And again you ignore it. It vibrates next to you another time.

Blondie 1 and Blondie 2 are here btw

Get your ass down

C'mon, he even asked for you. I told them you have a headache but that you're coming down to eat

Do I have to drag you down?

You're sitting up in bed so quickly, that your head spins.

I'm coming!!!!!

Victoria and Thomas are still standing in front of the table your three friends are sitting at when you come down.

"Is your head better?" Thomas asks. For a second you are confused.

"Hmm, yes." You smile at him, "It's almost gone, thanks for asking."

"That's a wonderful dress," Vic says and you blush - Thomas agrees. "Can you tell us what for a cocktail we should get?"

You look at him.

"You forgot the colour, Vic!" He slaps her hand away from his hips, "How about something with two colours?"

You don't have to think for too long, you exhale and then you decide to be a little bolder: "Sex on the Beach, if you're into that?"

Almost no one at your table can keep a straight face.

"Oh, we would love that!" Victoria says to you, "Could you get some, Thom?"

"Bitch," he looks at her, "You know where the bar is."

Your friend next to you is cackling. Thomas blushes when Victoria first ruffles his hair, whispers something into his ear, and slaps his ass. Not only you're surprised when Damiano is dragging two chairs over to your table.

"These two are eating with you," he tells the table - but he only looks at you, "I have enough of them."

"You didn't see us all day?" Thomas questions. "Like we where gone?"

"Yes!" Damiano looks at him. "But everyone who had to snorkle with you is also done with both of your shit. Let me eat my dinner before I put a fork in you."

"Wow. Hi, Hannibal Lector." Thomas takes the chair from him. So does Victoria. "Why are you hating on me only, I didn't do anything since coming down? Vic was the one who set her napkin ablaze. On purpose, if I might add. Whatever, I'm gonna make new friends."

"You did what?" Damiano turns to her but Vic only shrugs. "Just sit down, eat and at least try not to burn this place down."

They both sit down. Thomas across from you, and Vic between you two at the end of the table. "Wow, we didn't even try today," Victoria comments, "And he still got pissed."

"Oh, dinner with Blondie 1 and Bl-" One of your friends mumbles when she comes back from the buffet, sitting down again.

You try to kick her under the table, but in that moment Thomas decides to stretch his long legs and you kick him instead. He looks at you. Before you can apologize, he moves his foot over your sandals, then slowly caresses your calf with it. You stare back at him. He moves his other foot to your other foot. You didn't plan on playing footsies under the table today, or anytime soon. And you ask yourself which crazy person is going barefoot to a hotel restaurant; somehow Thomas manages to not make it weird. The thought is out of your head before you can finish it. He moves his chair a little bit, moves his foot up your thigh, between them. You bite your lip, trying to make no noise. Then he pulls back completely; he grins at you. Vic looks questioningly at the both of you.

"How was your day?," Thomas asks.

"Boring," you decide to be honest, "It was super boring? How was yours?"

"We saw fish," Vic says, "It was fun. Hey, we want to go on a boat trip tomorrow, do you want to join? Before you have another boring day ... without us."

"That would be great," Thomas says, "If you want to, of course."

You do want.

The rest of the evening people are getting food from the buffet, Thomas having a conversation about suicidal hamsters with one of your friends, Victoria asking several times what Thomas did earlier, people getting drinks, your friend saying that they like them when you're getting dessert.

For the end of the evening Vic is getting cocktails. She places a Sex on the Beach in front of you.

"You know, in case you are ... into that kinda stuff."

Thomas and Vic both wink at you. .######. Day 6 - Fish Bowl

It's early in the morning when you meet. Six o'clock. But Victoria and you are the only one's at breakfast with an old couple that talks too loud for that time of day. Thomas isn't there and Victoria mutters something under her breath that sounds a lot like that she'll kick him out of bed.

Thomas is down twenty minutes past six when you already are on your second coffee and eat scrambled eggs. He's half asleep. Hair completely wild, eyes small, he almost trips before he makes it to the table.

"We have to leave in ten minutes," Vic tells him without being sorry for him.

"I hope," he yawns and puts his head onto the table, "a shark eats you today. You deserve it."

"Don't be an idiot. Sharks don't just eat people."

"I need coffee before we have this conversation, a fucking bucket full of coffee."

Victoria shakes her head at you, when you do get up to get him coffee and an espresso. You aren't quite sure if that will do the trick. She's in disbelieve when you put a pistachio croissaint next to him as well.

You slightly poke it's horn against his head, he opens his eyes, bites something off - almost bites into your finger. Chews and closes his eyes again.

"C'mon, Noo-, you have to have breakfast." You slightly poke his waist with one of your fingers this time, "I got you coffee as well."

He blinks his eyes open again, even gets his head up from the table, "I like you, you're nice."

"If you both aren't in front of the hotel in five minutes," Victoria looks at him, points her knife at him and then gets up, "I swear Damiano will be the least of your problems for the rest of the trip."

"I'm not made for mornings." Thomas sighs.

Victoria is already sitting in the front of a taxi when you somehow do make it outside five minutes later. Thomas is sleeping, head against your shoulder, the whole drive and even Vic smiles a little bit when she looks at you through the rearview mirror.

You have to pee so desperately when you are there that the first thing you do is look for a bathroom, but when you come back you can't see Thomas and Vic anymore. However you can hear them yell your name, already standing on a boat. You wonder how they know your name, you have never told them, but they probably have heard your friends use it more than once.

Thomas gives you a helping hand, when you stand next to him the boat already moves and you are close to hyperventilating when you look down. The bottom isn't the usual bottom, you can see straight down to the ground of the ocean. The bottom is mostly made out of glass. You inhale, but your exhale gets stuck in your throat and you cough.

"Shhh," Thomas guides you to sit down, "Can you look at me? Can you breath in for me? Deep breath. And out. Yeah, that's it."

You can hear them bicker, you think Thomas says something like didn't you tell her?, but everything sounds drowned out. There's another cough coming from you and Thomas is next to you again, carefully places an arm around you. You shake slightly, maybe it's the boat shaking instead. It's okay for about ten minutes, Thomas holding you, the water clear, fish swimming under your feet. But the water gets darker, deeper. It isn't as easy to see the end anymore, the ground. Your breath hitches.

"Vic?" He wraps his other arm around you as well and you try to breath against his shoulder. Still you can see how he looks into the deep ocean. "Can we cut this trip short, please? I might not be the biggest fan either."

"You are a liar, Raggi." Vic whispers to him. "But in this case it's cute."

You're tugging on the sleeve on his shirt until he looks at your face that you're still hiding partially at his shoulder.

"Are you okay?," he shakes his head at himself, "Sorry, that was a stupid question."

"Turtle."

Confused eyes are looking at you, but he follows your gaze. Then he sees it as well, a big turtle swimming along. You're following it with your eyes. It's cute. It's just water, you tell yourself. You breath.

"You like them?"

Again you rest your head on his shoulder, you nod, maybe you're oversharing: "They are my favourite. I love their little faces. I would have loved to volunteer at a turtle research conserve instead of laying at the beach all day long, but ... As you might have noticed I'm afraid of deep water, perhaps not the best starting point."

"You are doing great. You're breathing, you are doing great," he leaves kisses in your hair, "I like them as well."

"I'm not sure, he got what I said," Vic says when coming back, "he said we can go for a swim and then go back."

Thomas is gazing at the water, you can see that he wants to but he's shaking his head. You know it's because of you.

"You can go, if you want to." You play with the hem of his shirt. "Really."

There's empty space next to you when Thomas gets up, Vic is there filling it a few seconds later. You can see how Thomas gets into the water, sometimes you see a leg, an arm when you dare to look. You're calmer now, but the unease remains. A silly laugh escapes you when you can see Thomas' face under the glass, he waves at you, you wave back and smile at him.

"That idiot will hurt himself."

Or worse.

You panic. Breathing gets harder again. Clutching your hand into Thomas' shirt that is next to you, you grab Victoria's arm with your other hand.

"God, I'm so sorry," she says to Thomas who is reaching for a towel, "You're so much better at this than me. At least we aren't in one that has like a glass cabin underw-"

Underwater.

Horror scenario.

Thomas throws something at her: "If you say that out loud, I will get a big fish to eat you for real, even when they don't eat people. I swear."

"Hey," he sits down on your other side, "Everything is ok. We are going back, we're gonna breath together, okay?"

Once again he instructs you how to breath, calms you. You feel stupid, and maybe you feel like crying.

"Noodle!" You put your arms around his waist, your face back under his arm, he holds you. "You didn't drown."

Deep down you know that fear was probably more than irrational but still it was there, and you feel like you have to get it out.

"God Vic?" She also puts her arms around you, "What the fuck did you tell her?"

"Sorry."

"And why do I keep hearing talk about noodles everywhere?," he asks, "Am I hallucinating?"

You blush. For your taste you blush an awful lot on this trip, way too much. It's embarrassing, you think - you don't answer.

"You really didn't manage to get that until now?" Vic shakes her head, she smiles. "I'm Blondie, you are Noodle."

"Huh?"

The blush probably has reached the tip of your ears by now. You try to hide your face even more.

"Thomas, don't play dumber than you are. That's her nickname for you, she calls you Noodle. Like I call you an idiot, or a dickhead, or a bastard, or ..."

"I got the sentiment, thanks." He snorts, he draws small circles on your back with his fingers, "Actually, I like it. It's ... cute."

When you look up, you can see that you aren't the only one blushing. His nose a warm shade of pink.

"Also, there's a turtle family if you want to see and the water is clear again, if that helps. I can see the ground."

It does help. It has you so much calmer. That you can see the ground, how the water is blue and the sun is reflecting on it.

"Where?" You crane your neck, Vic laughs next to you. Both of them point to the water. And then you see them. Two big turtles, swimming along with three turtles that are the size of a sheet of paper. You smile. One of the little ones repeatedly bumps one of her small legs at the glass, where Thomas has his foot.

"Boink," he comments. Victoria and you both laugh.

"I like it here," you say. You do. The panic almost left your body. You can see algae, and fish, and turtles, and the sand at the ground.

"Better?" There's a voice coming from the front of the boat.

"Yes," Thomas yells back, "Can we stay in this depth of water, please?"

"Sure, you only have to ask."

Victoria bites her lips and avoids Thomas' gaze, who looks at her angrily.

"I'm sorry," you say before he can say anything in her direction. "That I panicked and kinda frea-"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Thomas pulls you closer to him again, "We aren't apologizing for panic attacks. We don't do that, and we don't gonna start. It's not your fault, okay?"

"But-"

"No! It's just like driving over a bump in the road, it's not your fault that it was there in the first place. Can you say that for me? It's not my fault."

"It's not ..." You look at him and breath but your heart is still racing a little bit too fast, "It's not my fault."

For a while you all just look at the water. Comment on different fish. Something that looks like a shrimp. Thomas points at a turtle for you again. There's two striped fish that look like they are staring directly into Victoria's soul. There's a lot of laughter as well. Until Vic announces that she's hungry.

"I have pastries in my bag," you tell her.

"How?"

"The five minutes you gave us in the morning," you shrug. It seemed like a good idea earlier. "There's water as well."

Thomas gets the paperbag out and to Vic's horror holds it over the railing. Then he lets it fall down.

"THOMAS! WHAT!" He catches the bag with his other hand. "You fucking bastard."

"I wish I could have photographed your face." He takes another croissant and passes the bag to Vic. "How come you know so much about cocktails?"

"I worked as a bartender before I had the job I have now. If you have cocktails on the menu, you learn stuff because people ask for shit you have never heard off." You wipe some crumbs from his face, "Can I ask something as well? How come we are alone here?"

"Everyone is annoyed by us," Thomas chuckles, "And we can't shut up. So everyone is happy when they can have a break from us. Rumour has it they also think I'm loud."

"However," Vic half interrupts him, "we also wanted to have you to ourselves."

The blush is definitely back on your cheeks. Internally you scream at yourself that you don't have a quick-witted answer for them.

You're only back at the hotel in the late afternoon. You get changed in your room, Vic roaming through your make up bag, swatching some eyeshadow on her hand. She asks to borrow some dark red lipstick from you and you tell her to take it. Thomas texts her and you can just grab your bag and shoes before she drags you behind her, holding your hand.

It's not quite clear to you, how you end up in Thomas' hotel room. He's on the balcony, smoking.

"We can do something tomorrow as well?" He blows out smoke. "We can think about something together?"

"I promised my friend to go to a pilates session from the hotel tomorrow. The guy who ... threw that frisbee at you will be there, so they have to go." Apologetically you look at Thomas. "But after that I'm free."

"Pilates, how does that sound for you, Noodle?" Vic cackles.

You take a pillow from his bed and throw it at her head from where you are standing. Thomas makes a face, stubs out his cigarette: "Terrible? You can go there, I can watch you contort yourself."

"In your dreams." She throws the pillow at him. "Only in your dirty dreams, Thomas."

"Hmmm, dreaming." Thomas picks you up, you grab his shoulders and kick his knee when he throws you on the bed next to Victoria. Your heart is pounding. "I could do with a nap. I had to get up at Five." “Thomas, you got up five past six. I know that, she knows that, you know that, probably even the turtles in the water today knew.”

He throws himself next to you, just flips her off. Your heart is pounding even more when he pulls off his shirt and gets out of his shorts. Vic next to you is taking off her skirt, and her bikini top. She pulls at your dress, "Come on, you can't sleep like that."

You pull it over your head, leaving you only in your panties and a sports bra. Thomas eyes linger on your thigh and then you're pulled down into a cuddle pile. It's way too hot outside for this. You don't really care. It's dark outside when you wake up again. Thomas kisses your ear, you want to press yourself against him but he withdraws himself completely and stumbles out of bed into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Vic kisses your forehead when she wakes up as well. Thomas looks at you both guiltily when he comes back.

"We missed dinner," Vic says after checking her phone.

"Room Service?" Thomas smirks.

"Night Swim first?" Victoria questions, looks at you. You nod. Going swimming before means room service after, which means more time you can spend with them.

"Is there a swimming related cocktails?" Thomas asks when you walk the short way down to the beach.

"Swimming Pool. It's creamy, coconut and pineapple and rum and Blue Curaçao, it's blue when you stir it. I'm sure I saw it on the cocktail menu of the hotel bar." Already there's sand between your toes, "There's a drink that's called Fish Bowl, it will definitely get you drunk. Coconut rum, Blue Curaçao, vodka, peach schnapps, pineapple juice, soda, some fruits. And you put Swedish Fish, like the candy, in it. I had to make it for this one American's dude bachelor party once."

"And it's blue?," Thomas asks, "Because of the Blue Curaçao, right?"

"Yes, it is." Victoria and Thomas are both getting out of there clothes. You are getting out of your shirt and then, "Oh."

"What?" Vic asks, a little bit worried.

"I forgot that I changed out of my swimming clothes earlier?"

She laughs, and takes her bikini top off, as well as her bikini bottoms. Thomas takes off his swimming shorts without questions as well. You try not to stare anywhere inappropiate. "Perfect," she says against your shoulder standing behind you, "I wasn't skinny dipping in a while. I'm sure you can look a bit but you have to get naked as well."

Splashing sounds already reach you when you are naked, finally getting into the water. Victoria splashes water directly into Thomas' face further out in the ocean. Thomas splashes back. You can still stand with your head over water where they are standing, Thomas having it the easiest. The moonlight is illuminating on the water, street lights and the windows of the hotel in the distance.

"Are you okay in case you go underwater here?," he asks.

"As long as I can somewhat stand, and it isn't too far from the beach, I'm fine." You go closer to him, Victoria still splashes water. "Why?"

No answer. You take another step, you didn't expect the water get suddenly deeper with it. You grab on to the next best thing. The best next thing is Thomas in front of you. You grab his shoulders, your legs going around his hips on their own accord. He gets his hand between your bodies, pressing down on himself. Your boobs are pressing against his chest. You kind of forgot that you are both naked. He lays a hand on your cheek when you rub yourself against his hips. One time, a second time, a third. You moan.

"Hey, that's unfair!" Victoria leans down on his shoulders, he looses his grip on you. He goes down first, grabs your leg and pulls you down underwater with him. It's dark, sometimes there's a beam of moonlight. This time you aren't afraid. You can see Thomas silhoutte, his hair flying in all directions under water. And he pulls you up again, to somewhere where you can stand but your legs automatically wrap themselves around his waist again. Getting back to where you have been before going underwater.

"Hey, I said that's unf-" Thomas dunks her head under water. Emerging out of the water again, Victoria bites down on his arm. She blindly puts a hand between his stomach and yours. Moves it down to between your legs, between your thighs and his hips. "Oh, good girl, you are only using him to get off."

You are desperate, you want this to go somewhere. More than teasing and letting you dream about it during the night. You want more. In any way, if it gets you off this time, it will be enough. Even if it's just humping Thomas' hips. Victoria runs out of the water laughing, Thomas splashing water behind her, he lets go off you: "Let's get out of the water."

Frustrated you follow him. A hand grabs your ankle when you walk, Victoria pulling you down, on top of her. She's laying down in the muddy part where the waves are crashing down on the beach.

"Thomas always has the most fun." She kisses your shoulder, kneads one of your boobs with her hand. Pulls on your hair, has you lick over her nipple piercing. She moans. "I also want some."

He sits down next to you, his fingers wander over your back. Over your sides.

"Do you like us?," he asks.

Thoughts are running through your head. You lightly bite down on Vic's nipple. She pulls you off. Thinking that the answer to his question should be obvious, "Yes, yes, I do."

"Do you want to kiss Thom?"

You nod. Yes, yes, you want that. Next moment he has you straddle his waist, his hand at the back of your neck. He brushes his thumb over your lips before he presses his mouth to yours. His tongue swirling against yours. Your fingers tangled into his wet hair. He moans into your mouth. Victoria is behind you pressing kisses to your shoulders. To your spine. There's a light that is brighter than the moonlight, you look directly into the light of a torch.

"No swimming after Eleven!"

Thomas tries to cover you up, shielding your face, even tries to cover up Vic who presses her face into your back.

"No naked swimming as well." The voice isn't commenting on the position you are in. "Next time I'm here, I don't want to see you anymore. Otherwise you are in trouble. Understood?"

"Yes, yes." Thomas answers for the group, "We will go now. Thank you."

You aren't risking it. Vic helps you wrapping a towel around your body. All of you are quiet on the way back to Thomas' room.

"Shower first?" Vic asks, "I have sand fucking everywhere."

"Yeah, you can have a look at the menu and we are having a shower first." Thomas throws her some leaflets. "Sorry, don't think that shower is big enough."

"You are a liar." He has water rinsing your skin. Not too cold, just right. "Vic easily would have space here."

Ignoring your statement, he starts massaging your shoulders, manipulates your head to get under the stream of water as well, rinsing the salt water out of your hair.

"You want us? Together?" He presses himself against your body. "Like this?"

"Hmmm, yes. Please."

"You can say if you don't want something, any time. Okay? We're gonna stop then."

You nod. He is close, skin to skin. Water dropping down both your bodies. He pushes the tip of his cock between your thighs, your folds. He pulls back when you try to get more. He laughs.

"Sorry," he leads you out of the shower, you growl at him in frustration. "Vic will kill me if I fuck you now."

But you want him, now. But you also know that he isn't going to do anything more than this without her. He dries you with a towel, you only get back into your slip. No bra, to Vic's and Thomas' joy. She still raises an eyebrow at him before she gets up to have a shower herself and throws the menu on him.

"Can you order? I'm starving."

For a few seconds, you both actually do look at the menu. Only seconds, then you are on top of him. He props himself up on his elbows, bites into your shoulder, sucks a hickey into your skin inbetween your boobs. Another one under your boob, before he gets both of you laying on your sides. You desperately hump his thigh, his hip. Drag your fingernails over his shoulders, your other hand in his hair. His face pressed to your chest.

"Five minutes," Victoria says. "And you couldn't wait? Did you at least order?"

"No," Thomas moans when you softly press your knee between his thighs. "Co- could you, ph-please?"

"Why are you asking me to do stuff for you all the time and never someone else, honestly?"

"Because, you ask me to do shit for you every day since I was ... what ... 14?" He says, moans again when you pull his head back. "However I love how you get pissed in contrast to other people. Look."

He licks up your throat, the shell of your ear, whispers. And you get out of your panties, like he just asked you too.

Victoria laughs, "She was desperate to get out of them anyways."

"Would you order for me?" He leaves a kiss on the corner of your lips. You nod, you would. Even though, you think that you wouldn't be able to in the state he has you in right now.

"God, Maso. She wants to get off. You would do anything for him right now, wouldn't you?," she still laughs. Puts her hand into your hair, has you whining when she pulls you back and he bites into your throat. "She probably even would do all your washing you have in your room at home without complaining."

"Yeah, just - please."

They both laugh.

"What do I order now?" Vic asks.

"Just something. I'm not pi-" He shamelessly moans when you take off his briefs.

He sucks another lovebite into your boob. And then Vic is behind you, after she ordered. You get on your other side. Thomas behind you now. You have one of your thighs between hers, Vic one thigh between yours, leg on top of hers. One of your hands is holding onto Vic's shoulder. Thomas is putting his leg, his knee, onto your waist. Giving you a better chance to touch him, you can jerk him off. He bites into your earlobe. Moans, and whimpers into your ear when he comes. You're still humping Vic's thigh, she's still humping yours. You claw both your hands into Victoria's shoulders, Thomas puts his thumb on your clit, you swallow one of your moans and come the same time Vic shakes next to you.

"I have your come on my arm," she says to Thomas. He pulls you by the hair, you lick it off her arm. You have been the one who got it there in the first place. "I think we need another shower."

Before you can all pile up in the shower, this time all together, there's a knock at the door. Vic drags you into the shower, after she steps in, which leaves Thomas to go to open the door.

"What did he do with you earlier?"

"Nothing?" You almost knock over some shampoo bottles. "He asked me if I want this."

"Hmmm," she gets one of her hands between your legs and pushes the fingertip of her middlefinger in. "He did have his cock here, didn't he?"

You nod.

"Did Thomas go deeper than this?" She pushes her finger deeper.

"No!" You shake your head, you moan, "No, he didn't. I wanted him to but he didn't."

"Oh, poor thing, he teased you, hmm?" She pulls her finger back. "Maybe I should be a tiny bit nicer to him for a bit tomorrow. I know how excited he is to fuck you, he probably wanted so much more. Speaking off, I also want some more."

She pulls at your hair again. Gets you down on your knees, water getting in your face. She presses your face between her thighs. You lick up her folds. Thomas comes back when you have her moaning, desperately grabbing and pulling your hair, your tongue circling around her clit.

"Vic, you're gluttonous," he laughs.

"You would do the same," she moans again, "If you would get it up again."

She comes, a second time this evening. Afterwards you nuzzle your face into Thomas' leg. He craddles your head. You kiss his crotch, a little down. Thomas puts his hands under your arms and pulls you up. Tiredness is washing over you even with you having had a long nap earlier.

"You still have to eat, gnocca."

You yawn against his shoulder, "What did you call me? A gnocchi? Like a dumpling?"

"Kind of," Vic laughs, "He called you a hottie, maybe even a dumpling, but maybe also a pussy, like the body part."

"I did not do the last thing," he says, "But I did call you a hottie."

"We still have to decide what to do tomorrow," Vic says when you are laying down in bed. She gets food on the bed and Thomas and Vic both sit down on the bed. You lay your head on Thomas' thigh.

"No pilates!," he groans.

"Do you do something else than eat? And sleep?"

"Hey, heeeey, how long did I leave you alone with Vic, a minute? And you're already against me?" Apologetically you kiss his stomach, "How often do I have to say it? I'm on holidays. Can we do something where I don't have to move? At least for tomorrow?"

"There's bingo." You yawn again.

"Great, I'm good at bingo." He bites into his flatbread. "Let's do that. I can sit down there."

"No one is good at bingo, Noodle." You are too tired to notice that the nickname slipped once again.

"She's right, it's just luck. You don't need skill for it."

"Well," he grins, "I'm a really lucky man, don't you think?"

"Do you want to invite Ethan and Damiano to your grandpa activity as well?," she throws a pillow at him and he almost drops his food on your face. "Or do we agree that would be too hardcore even for them?"

"Only one grandpa that is winning allowed. And that will be me." You laugh against his thigh. "And you, come on, this baked feta with chargrilled peppers isn't going to eat itself."

He pokes you with a fork, for good measure, until you get up and do finally eat. Tired but happy.

You fall asleep between them in Thomas’ bed. .#####. Taglist:  @writingmaneskin​, @oro-e-diamanti, @iamtashaquinn, @teenyweenynightghost, @findaqueenwithoutaking, @foreveryking-thatdied, @findoutwhoyougonnacall, @maneskinbrainrot, @little-moonbeam-666, @ethaneskin, @maneskin-dimensione, @l0standn0tf0und, @butkutee, @gr8rainbowpunk, @maneslut, @maneskintifoso, @weareoddlydrawn, @hiraetheral, @imjustanerdwholikestoread, @cuzimitaliano, @hopelessromantic727, @dating-villain, @maneskinsimp, @lauraosheaoh, @till-you-scream-and-cry, @wonderlandishell

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Girls play better // Victoria x Fem!Reader PART 1

Pairing: Victoria x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, wlw, Smut

Summary: Y/N’s dating history always seemed interesting. Not because she was wild and dated around a lot. But because between the small amount of guys she ever got with, they all had one thing in common- playing a bass guitar. It definitely became a joke within her friend group, that she had some weird kink for the deep sound the instrument makes. While brushing it off as an accident, she was realising there must be something more to it - after all, the guys from her favourite bands were also mostly bassists. She was never really sure about her sexuality, but procrastinated from thinking about it too much. One night, a friend of hers takes Y/N to a concert of her new boyfriend’s band. When the girl holding the bass walks out, Y/N is left speechless. The way the bassist moves and thrusts her hips while giving her all on the stage has the reader left in shock. Maybe she needs to admit to herself that liking women is not such a wild concept for her.

And with Victoria’s help, she is soon going to find out, that girls, amongst other things, definitely play better. 

WARNINGS: swearing, alcohol, mentions of sex, sexual themes, no smut just yet

IT IS FINALLY HERE! After postponning it for three weeks due to my health problems and not knowing how to manage time, I finished the first part! I didn't make it in time for pride month, but we need some gayness all year around, right? 

I hope you all enjoy it! 

y/f/n or y/b/n - your friend's name/ your best friend's

y/e/n - your exes name

TAG(S): @theimpossiblehologramtree​

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Two months ago

„I can't believe he would do that! I feel completely worthless now,“  you were sobbing while hugging your best friend on the couch in her parents' house.

You ran straight to her when you saw your boyfriend's tongue in some other girl's mouth. While you were together only for six months, you felt a connection to him like to no one before. You weren't expecting him to break your heart, not this way. Your friend on the other hand, was always vocal about her opinions on him. She never liked him, but even if she felt like it would end this way, she would never say no to you, when you needed her close.

„I am really sorry about it, bestie. But you know how these musicians get...,“ she tried to rationalise the situation.

You pulled away from the hug, wiping tears away from your face. You knew that band guys always had a bad reputation and you had your fair share of guitarists in your short life. It was this weird coincidence, that all three of your exes played bass. Even your favourite members of famous rock bands were all bassists. You never thought about it, until one of your friends pointed it out that the guys you liked all shared this interest. There were many jokes about it, how you were on your way to become a groupie and the ocassional „yeah, cause bassists do it deeper.“ Everything in all great fun though.

But none of them treated you this way before, until y/e/n. He was the first one you actually imagined the future with. He certainly didnt see it the same way, despite saying the opposite.

„You really make it seem like he was some kind of big rockstar,“ you pointed out to your best friend.

She chuckled.

„He certainly acted like one. Except for having groupies and doing coke in the backstage, he wasn't even liked by most of his bandmates and he was getting drunk off the cheapest vodka in the bar.“

„Well, he was definitely liked by the girl whose throat he was tickling this morning,“ you made yourself upset again.

//

Today

You were chilling at /y/b/n's house, as you did most of your free time. You just got off your morning shift, when she called you over for lunch and to share some news with you. You were spreading in front of the TV, barely paying attention to the cooking program that was on. Whild scrolling through the instagram feed, you heard a voice from the kitchen.

„Love, the lunch is ready, get your ass over here,“ it was your friend, shouting over the sound of setting plates down.

„Uuuugh, okay mom,“ you groaned as a joke and got off the sofa, making yor way to the kitchen.

As you walked through the door, something smelled a bit burnt, but you decided to ignore it for now. When you sat down at the table, in front of the plate set for you, she started her speech.

„I have something to tell you,“ she was scooping your portion of rice noodles with veggies and tofu onto your plate. „I might have a boyfriend.“

You just looked at her and gave her a big smile.

„You are joking, right? Since when?“ you were obviously curious.

You started stuffing your mouth with the food as she started telling her story.

„Nope, completely serious. We've been seeing each other for about a month and we just made it official yesterday. I didn't want to tell you yet because I wasnt sure how you would feel about it.“ She also dug into her food, waiting for your response.

„What? I am so happy for you! I would never be jealous or anything, I'm way over that douchebag of my ex boyfriend. Besides that, it's not about me, but you,“ you reached over for her hand on the table.

„So who is he? Do I know him?“

Y/b/n shook her head with a smile.

„I don't think so. He's from Rome, average height, skinny. Has a blonde shaggy haircut and beautiful hazel eyes,“ she paused to drink water from the glass set in front of her. „And get this – he plays in a band.“

You almost choked on the noodles she cooked for you. She was never the type to go for musicians, so this came as a huge surprise. „Well fuck me with a chainsaw, look at you. Please tell me it's not bass, because I will scream,“ you laughed at your friend. „What's his name? Can you show me a pic?“

She quickly pulled out her phone from the pocket of her jeans and pushed the lock button. While bringing it closer to your face, you saw her lockscreen picture had a quite handsome man on it. He was sitting on the bed with a classic Stratocaster in his hands and the picture had a black and white filter over it. He fit her description perfectly and you were satisfyied that the guitar he played was just an electric.

„His name is Thomas and is such a cutie. We met on Tinder and clicked right away. He was staying in our town for two days, when they played a concert here. I admit, I thought it would just be a one night stand, but it turned to so much more. We try to see each other as often as possible, although either of us has to travel for hour and a half, but its worth it,“ she continued explaining and the smile on her face was growing wider. You could tell she was happy and that warmed your heart. Your best friend deserved everything in the world and so much more, she was really a kind person.

She kept showing you more pictures of her new boyfriend, swiping through her gallery. When she came across the picture of him, sitting next to three more people in a dim light, you looked up at her, waiting for her to tell you more.

„These are his bandmates. They call themselves Måneskin, which stands for „moonlight“ in Danish. They are all really nice, I have met them already.“

The people in the picture were all really attractive. The brown haired man had such a symmetrical face, he looked like a model. The other guy in the picture, except for y/b/ns boyfriend, had this intimidating look on his face that almost turned you on a little bit.  You were particularly drawn to the only girl in the picture though. There was something about her that caught your interest. You weren't quite sure why you felt this way, but she stood out, and not just due to the fact that she was different sex than the rest of the band.

„Theres actually a reason for why I wanted to tell you today. They are playing a gig near us tonight and I want you to go with me!“ she cheered with  excitement.

You weren't so happy when you heard, as it was nearly 4pm and you still had to go home to get yourself to look presentable.

„You couldve told me sooner, I look like a mess. I have to wash my hair, shave, do my makeup and pick a cute outfit! You can't just drop this information on me like that.“  

Y/b/n tried to calm you down. „Relaaaax, it's literally 5 minute ride to your house and 30 minute ride by the bus to the venue. The concert start at 8, you have plenty of time to get ready,“ she said while cleaning up plates from the lunch you just had. „Besides that, you don't need to shave, its not like you're getting lucky with another bassist tonight,“ she raised an eyebrow at you.

„Hey! I can shave to just feel confident for myself, not for another mediocre man!“ you got playfuly angry at her, while she started laughing.

„I am joking, obviously. Unless you wanna switch it up tonight and bang the taken lead singer or a drummer, who doesn't really hookups, you're out of luck. The bassist is the only girl in the band, Victoria. You wouldnt want that, right?“

You grew a bit nervous, going back to the strange feeling you got when you looked at the blonde woman. She was beautiful, but not in the „I wish I was her“ way. You couldn't grasp the concept of what was going on and why this question made you feel uneasy. So you went with the only answer acceptable in your head.

„Right. So I am not getting any tonight, noted.“

//

The clock was showing 7:05, you and your friend agreed upon meeting at 7:15, at the bus stop that was just a few meters from your house.

You chose to put on your favourite flowy black dress that are slightly off-shoulder,paired with dress shoes. This outfit didnt particularly look like you're going to a rock concert, but it was one of your favourites.

When you closed the door behind you, you could already see y/b/n at the stop. You quickly ran across the street and walked towards her. When you were just a few steps away, the bus arrived.

„Perfect timing,bella,“ y/b/n scoffed at you while pulling out her wallet, as the door opened.

You both bought the tickets and made your way to the back of the bus. It was almost empty, so there wasn't any trouble with finding a seat. You chose the one next to the window to feel like a true protagonist.

 The whole ride, you were talking about how excited you were for the night and how you can't wait to meet Thomas and his friends. You wanted to make good impression, as they all seemed cool and you thought that you can never compare to them.

„So, I sent Thomas a picture of the two of us together. He showed his group and they all said that they are equaly as excited to meet you as you are to them. Ethan and Vic both asked if you were single, apparently. You might have a chance with the drummer boy, sis.“ y/f/n explained, sending shivers down your spine once again. Maybe it wasn't because the long-haired guy showed interest in you, but the opposite actually. It might've been a joke, sure, but the girl is the one, who got your heart racing.

You were never quite sure if you are straight, but were too scared to even think about it for more than few seconds. You were always close with other women, but always brushed it off as a friendly encounter. Even if you liked the way someone looked, you always convinced yourself it's because you would want to be them. Now with the picture of Victoria, that your friend showed you, and the ones you found on Instagram on your way home, you had the same feeling. You really liked looking at her and even the pictures where she had no makeup on, she looked so beautiful. There were some risky shots of her on the feed as well. She was almost nude, only covered by some clever censorship so it doesn't get taken down. You would be lying if you said that you didn't look at them for way too long, trying not to hit like by accident. You really didn't want to think about your sexuality right now.

„Didn't you say that I wasnt getting any tonight?“ you asked her, trying to brush off the thoughts that were racing through your mind.

„I might've been wrong about that, ooops,“ she smiled at you with her teeth out.

„We'll see how the night goes.“

//

You were standing really close to the stage. Of course, you had VIP tickets so you didn't have to wait in line. The concert was about to start in 10 minutes and people were still hoarding into the club.

You saw y/f/n smiling at her phone, where she had messages from her boyfriend backstage. You couldn't help but peek a little, which was obviously a mistake. There was a mirror selfie of Thomas straight out of the shower, which he must've sent her some time ago. He was almost naked, only towel around his waist and you realised that it was definitely meant for her eyes only. When she looked at you, you quickly tried to look a different direction, not to seem suspicious.

„I can't wait for the concert to start, they always have the best outfits and staging and you will love it!“ she squeeled with excitement.

You let out a little laugh. „Okay, calm down, groupie. I bet the backstage looks great too, huh?“ you were teasing her, as she always used to do to you because of your exes.

She frowned and tried to seem angry at you, but couldnt hold in the laugh. „Hey! Not funny! But I guess that's what I get for making fun of you all the time, right?“

You nodded your head with a smile.

Just in that exact time, the lights went off. You realised there were many people around you and you didnt even notice all of them coming before.

When you turned your head to the stage, different colored lights were starting to shine. The crowd started cheering and a few moments after, you saw a figure running from the back of the stage. People got even louder and you saw the long-haired man sitting down behind the set of drums. The person who was running to the center of the stage turned out to be Thomas and he was soon followed by Victoria. Once you saw her, it was like the world around you stopped. She was wearing a short plaid skirt with a tank top. The red fabric around her waist had you hypnotized. Her beautiful blonde hair falling right along her breasts, almost framing them. She was holding her bass, that had Girls bite back written on it. „I wonder if she really does,” you thought to yourself. Completely mesmerized, you almost didn't notice that the lead singer, Damiano was already at the center of the stage.  

„Good evening, Tivoli, how are you guys doing?“ the lead singer shouted into the microphone and it was the only thing that got you out of your daydream. Many people around you were screaming their lungs out.

„As you probably know, we are Maneskin and we came from Rome to play for you tonight. Are you all ready?“ he said while fixing his mic into the holder.

The fans cheered once again.

Damiano smirked towards the audience, „sounds like it. Let's go, guys!“ he said while looking at his bandmates behind him.  They started playing the intro to Zitti e Buoni.  

You and your friend cheered along, as she didn't let her eyes go off her boyfriend.

//

The concert was amazing. You both enjoyed it and you even cried a little, when the band played Coraline. You really tried not to focus your whole attention to Vic the whole time, but it was quite impossible. When she looked your way, because she noticed your friend, you could've died.

„Okay, people. We are having so much fun, but unfortunately, this is the last song of the night.“ Damiano walked across the stage to Thomas and grabbed him by the waist. „Thats why I'd do whatever you want,“ he said and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

The crowd went crazy and you looked at your friend, smiling. „You jealous?“ you teased her.

She shook her head and looked up again.

Thomas began playing the intro of For your love and soon the rest of the band joined in.

As they were getting on with the song, there was so much sex appeal on the stage that probably no one could breath properly. Damiano was left shirtless, as you heard he usually does every concert. Your friend was singing along, as she already knew the lyrics and was exchanging suggestive looks with her boyfriend.  

Through an interlude, while Damiano went to take a sip of water and generally just walked around the stage, Vic dropped to her knees at the stage right in front of you. She was strumming the strings of her guitar while moving her hips towards you. Your friend was screaming and cheering her on, but you were left speechless. The sinful thoughts you had as she was thrusting into air with her bass on her crotch made you wish that no one around can read your mind. Soon, Thomas joined in and now they were facing each other, both playing their parts really well.

As they were getting up from the ground, your friend earned a wink from her boyfriend at which she did a fainting gesture. Vic laughed at them and smacked Thomas ass as he walked away. You had to laugh.

//

The security was leading you and y/f/n backstage. Girls around you were shooting dirty looks your way, filled with jealousy. They probably weren't aware that the girl next to you was the guitarist's girlfriend and you were just tagging along.

When you entered the dark corridor, everything seemed mysterious. As you walked a few steps, you saw a little light at the end. With it, there was also Thomas, all sweaty and exhausted, smiling your way. Your friend did a little run and soon landed in his arms. They were giggling with excitement between the little kisses they placed on each others faces. You awkwardly stood next to them and waited.

„Oh, baby, this is my best friend, y/n I told you about!“ y/f/n introduced you. Thomas smiled towards you.

„Hi! I have heard so much about you!“ He came closer to you. „I would hug you, but you probably wouldn't like that right now“

„Oh, it 's okay, I am already sweaty as well, whats the worst that could happen?“ you pulled him into a quick hug.

Soon,you followed him to the dressing room, where the rest of his band was relaxing.

Your eyes were automatically drawn to the lead singer on a couch. He was sitting just in a towel around his waist, smoking a cigarette and looking into his phone. Then there was Ethan, packing some of his stuff into a bag.

„Y/F/N, my favourite girlfriend of Thomas ever! Not like he has had many  before.....I am not going to save it, right?“ Ethan gave her a look with grin on his face.

„No, not really. But it 's okay, I know my boyfriend used to be a whore.“ Your friend laughed and went to give the drummer a hug. Everyone in the room laughed out loud as well.

„Hey! Not cool!“ Thomas pretended to be offended, but was fighting his laughter back. Y/f/n went on to hug Damiano as well, and you saw Ethan approaching you. Remembering the information from before, you felt your palms sweat.

„You must be Y/N. Im Ethan, pleasure to meet you.“ he reached out his hand towards you with a smile. You quickly wiped off your hands on the dress you were wearing and reached one of them out to shake his. When you felt his tight grip, you also noticed him looking you up and down. It definitely made you feel weird, as well as bringing pink tint to your cheeks. He seemed to notice, as he raised his eyebrows at you.

„Nice to meet you as well,“ you quickly tried to bring the attention to something else. „that 's two members down. Two more to go.“ You turned your body towards the couch, where the lead singer and your friend were sittting.

„Oh, yes, my apologies for not introducing myself, but your dear friend attacked me before I got the chance,“ he stood up while your friend was giving him a dirty look. You marched towards him, meeting halfway. „My name 's Damiano and I am really tired, so if I sound bored, it's not because of you. Just a heads up.“ He pulled you into a hug.

„Y/N. Don't worry about it, I look and sound like I haven't slept in two years all the time.“ you pulled away with a chuckle.

„Would you guys mind if I use the restroom? I drank a lot of beer and its getting to me,“ you asked around the room.

„Sure,“ Thomas nodded. „Do you need a guidance or just the instructions how to get there would be enough?“

„Just the instructions, please.“

„Well then, when you walk out of the door, you'll go to the left and walk into the other dressing room, thats marked with the number 294. When you open the door, you'll see a lot of our shit pilled up, but just ignore it. There's a door to the toilets and showers.“

„Thank you.“

//

When you opened the door, the only light you saw was coming out of the bathroom. You tried to reach for the light switch, you couldnt find any on the wall. Not thinking anything of it, you just walked towards the other door, trying to get your job done and get out. As you were getting closer, you heard the water was running. You peeked through the door, curious if it wasn't only left running by someone on accident. Quickly realising it definitely wasn't, you saw a slim figure behind the glass shower door. There was fog all over, but you soon figured out that it was Victoria.

Trying to not be creepy, you turned around and made your way towards the door through which you entered. Unforturnately, you didn't realise there was a subwoofer casing in front you, which made you trip and soon, you saw yourself falling face first into the ground. It didn't hurt, but you were definitely left shocked and exposed. Quickly getting up as soon as possible, you pulled your dress down and made your way to leave once again.

„Oh look, what a nice way to introduce yourself.“

You heard a voice behind you.

Soon realising, that it was Victoria, who has gotten out of the shower upon hearing you fall, you had your stomach in a knot. There was no way out now, so you just bit the bullet and turned your body towards her.

There she was, standing wrapped in a towel. Damp hair, smudged makeup and the light framing her body. You would be lying to yourself if you said this sight didnt spark a thought. You quickly realised that you were quiet for way too long, just staring. Being a creep is not the first impression you want to leave on people.

„Uh, sorry-I just-I needed-I needed to go to the bathroom and then I saw you and tried to go away and I almost died on the way out.“

Vic just chuckled and made her way in your direction.

„Good thing I saw you bent over that casing, at least were even now, since you saw me naked already.“

She made a turn to the left side of the room, turning the little lampshade next to a couch on.

Suddenly, you were feeling anxious, wanting to leave the room, as you felt like you invaded her privacy.

„You're y/f/n 's friend, right? At least I hope so, because otherwise Id have to call security on you. That would be awkward.“ Vic said, rummaging through her backpack full of clothes.

„I 'm glad to spare you the awkwardness, I am Y/N and she is indeed, my best friend.“ You sat down on the couch next to her.

„Oh cool,“ she replied to your comment, „she told me quite a lot about you when we met the last time, I feel like I know everything about you already. Plus I saw your ass now, so thats good.“

„I am really sorry for showing you my ass,“ you tried to apologize.

„It's a nice ass though, nothing to be sorry about.“

You were getting flustered. Seemingly, the conversation was leading nowhere, these kinds of compliments were normal amongst the band, from what you heard. You were still feeling uneasy, as there was a half naked woman next to you.

„So, Y/N,“ Vic sat down next to you, leaving the activity from before behind.  „Is it true you have a thing for bassists?“

Your heart was pounding and you kept looking at the ground, trying to figure out what this is supposed to mean.

„I mean- I guess so?“ you went with a confusing answer.

Vic crossed her legs and you turned your face up to her. You saw her smiling to herself.

„When I heard about it, I thought to myself that I must be really lucky that such a beautiful woman likes something that's a big part of me. Ethan also finds you attractive so I knew he would try to get you to like him but I basically prayed that you also like women, so I had a better chance, haha,“ she paused her rant to tuck a string of hair behind your ear. Your heart was pounding and you couldnt believe all of the things you just heard. It truly felt like you were dreaming.

„I even put on a little show on the stage right in front of you, so I could spark an interest. All of that mightve been useless, though. So the important question is, do you like women at all? And do I have a chance?“

You must've looked like a deer in the headlights. The whole situation didnt feel real, and you thought you probably had too much beer and this was all just a dream after you passed out drunk. But it really was true and you were sitting in front of this beautiful woman, asking you about something you're not so sure about. You decided to go with an honest answer.

„I really don't know. You're awesome and hot and you can play the bass really well and to be honest, you haven't left my brain the whole day. But its so hard for me, as I am still not sure what it all means and I have always procrastinated figuring out my sexuality. I just never felt like thinking about it, because it would become real. But now, it's obvious there is something going on and ugh, my stupid brain is making me anxious.“

Vic raised her eyebrows at you, smiling wide.

„So maybe let's not think about it for now and just do whatever you feel like doing, you can figure it all out later.“

„Well, I really feel like touching your skin and kissing your lips right now, but I'm not sure,“ you built up the courage to let it out of your system.

„Do it.“

//

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The Study Buddy - A Vic De Angelis Story

Pairings: Vic De Angelis x GN!Reader

Fluff

Description: You are nervous before an upcoming exam and Vic does everything in her power to help ease the anxiety and give you the confidence you need.

Words: ~900

A/N: Life is very funny at the moment and I am trying to write out the requests lingering in my inbox. I hope you enjoy this one 💕

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You heard the door of your apartment unlock and heard Vic’s soft footsteps in the corridor.

“I bring food! It’s study break time!” She announced, opening the door of your room where she found you among piles of notes and the open laptop, sitting just as she had left you a few hours ago.

“I need to do some more work before I can take a break.” You insisted, picking up the closest pile of notes to run through again. Vic gave you a look and retreated to leave the food in the living area before coming back to you.

“Do I need to bribe you to eat? Because bribery is not above me.” She brushed a stray strand from your face.

“No, but you can try to bribe my brain into retaining information. That would be nice.”

“Tesoro, you’ve been studying around the clock for days now. Blockages are bound to happen.”

“I don’t have time for those.”

Vic was quiet for a moment.

“What if I help you?” She offered, her words making you look up.

“What do you mean?”

“What if I help you study?” She clarified her offer.

“But you have things going on.”

“I’ll make time.” She insisted.

“Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t have offered it if I wasn’t sure. My only request is that we take regular breaks and that you start taking care of yourself more.”

“Will you tell me if it starts to bother you?”

“The only thing that bothers me is that you are neglecting yourself. But yes, I will tell you if the studying starts bothering me. Don’t worry.” She kissed you gently and then took the notes and put them down before walking with you to the table.

“I am the luckiest person in the world.” You told her, shyness surfacing at realizing that this brilliant human loved you just as much as you loved her.

“I feel the same way, tesoro.” 

**

Studying became a lot easier for you when you started running through your notes and explaining everything to Vic, practically tutoring her about your upcoming exam. At one point she had even brought in her bass, playing melodies here and there after you’d agreed to the occasional song treat.

Two days before your exam there was going to be a concert and Vic saw how anxious you were getting the closer the clock ticked to exam time.

“I won’t be mad if you don’t come to the show but I still think that you can use the night off.”

You hid your face in her neck, holding her close and trying to ground yourself.

“I am worried I’ll fail.”

“You’ve practically turned me into an expert on the matter, what do you mean you’re going to fail?”

You smiled and kept holding her.

“A night off with you sounds magical.” You told her as a way of confirming that you’d go to her concert.

“I’ll play for you all night.” She promised and kissed you very gently.

**

You took your notes with you and ran through them while the band was rehearsing and when they walked back to the green room, Vic gave you a teasing and slightly disapproving look at the fact that you were still working despite the decision that you’d take the night off.

“Can I take a look at those?” Ethan asked, moving closer to you to look at the notes. You passed them to him and Vic went in to hug you.

The boys all huddled up around the notes and started going through them. 

“This is complex.” Thomas scratched his head.

“Gives me a headache.” Damiano added.

“I like it.” Ethan smiled.

“How about we do an exam competition?” Vic offered. You knew that she had little to no enthusiasm about academia and still, her offer made your heart flutter.

“Okay, let’s do it.” You sat down next to your girlfriend as Damiano picked up a pen and paper, Ethan organized the notes quickly and Thomas got the timer ready. 

“You got 45 seconds for each question, whoever gets the least amount of points is buying us dinner.” 

“Deal.” Vic and you replied at the same time.

And so the competition started and both you and Vic got a lot of the questions right - she corrected you where you got it wrong (and Ethan corrected when you both got it wrong), and you corrected her when she got something wrong. 

“One final deciding point.” Ethan announced at the last sheet of paper before firing the question. 

Both you and Vic’s hands shot up, you looked at each other laughing and you realized that your friends had made revisions fun despite their busyness. 

“Go ahead.” You gestured for Vic to talk.

You could see a faint blush creep up on her cheek and your heart filled with joy as she nailed one of the most complex questions on the curriculum.

“Anything to add?” Ethan asked, noticing that your gaze hadn’t moved from Vic.

“I love you.” You kissed Vic, ignoring Ethan’s question and making the boys laugh.

“I love you too, and I am sure you will absolutely kill this exam.”

“Thank you for being the best study buddy.”

“My pleasure. I’m still dedicating tonight to you. And once the exam is over, you and I will celebrate.” 

“We won’t say no to a celebration either.” Thomas joked.

“I guess dinner is still on me then.” You smiled at all of them.

The anxiety eased a bit, replaced by the feeling of joy that you had such good people showing up for you and believing in you and your dreams.

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Date Night | Damiano David

Pairing : Damiano David x Reader

Prompt : A post I saw a while ago where someone was talking about a speakeasy they had been to that also doubled as a tattoo parlour and I couldn't stop thinking about it...

Warnings: Poor Italian translations, bad tattooing process and aftercare, not proof-read

Word Count: 2527

“Are you ready to go Amore?” He asks, walking back into your shared bedroom and standing behind you as you looked in the mirror, slipping your earrings in. “Though I don’t really know why I’m asking, considering I have absolutely no Idea where you’re taking me,” He says with a soft laugh as he places his hands on your hips, pulling you into him.

“I promise you’ll love it,” You assure him as you lean back, resting your head on his chest.

“I’m sure I will,” He says as he starts to kiss your neck. The warm Rome air was flowing through the apartment, all the windows and doors open creating a nice breeze. This was your happy place, here with him. “Mmh…let's get going,” He teases, pulling away from you.

“You just don’t like surprises do you?” You ask him as you put your sandals on, buckling them at your ankle.

“You know I don’t” He says with a grin as He spritzes himself with his cologne. 

You left the apartment hand-in-hand as you walked towards the metro station, it was only a few stops away so you were quickly off again. You double checked the distance when you got out and it was only a five minute walk. You passed the Circo Massimo and you reminisced about when Damiano played there a few years ago. You had only been dating around a year when He begged you to come, guaranteeing you it would be the best night of your life and He had definitely not been lying. 

You had heard the band practising before, even having sat in on some recording sessions…but there was something different about seeing them perform, seeing Him perform. Damiano was almost a different person. He was raw, unapologetic and very fucking hot. Not that He wasn’t anyway but somehow it had been taken to a whole new level.

“It should be just here…” You say looking down at the map on your phone.

“Are you sure Amore? I think your map might be wrong…” He says looking around. You spot what you’re looking for. A dark wooden door with a golden ‘T’ and matching knocker.

“Follow me,” You say with a wide smile on your face as you pull Damiano with you. You knock on the door three times followed by saying the word ‘Sfizio’. A moment passes before you hear it unlocking and the door swinging open. 

“Benvenuti Signore e Signora,” The Doorman says, nodding in your direction as you walk past him. 

“Welcome to temptazione,” You say quietly to Damiano as you both take a moment to soak in the atmosphere. There’s a light haze of cigarette smoke and the smell of expensive cologne filling the air as you’re silently led to a booth in the corner.. 

“Wow…where did you find this place?” He asks, both of you sliding into the dark green leather lined booth.

“Friend of a friend is one of the owners…it opened up a few weeks ago and as soon as I heard about it I knew I had to bring you,” You say, not wanting to give up the biggest secret yet.

The lady who had sat you left a menu card and a small piece of paper. ‘you’ll be seen at 11’ 

“What's that?” He asks as you look at the paper.

“The second surprise of the night…but it looks like you’ll have to wait,” You tease him

“You just can’t help yourself can you?” He asks and you just shake your head. You had just over an hour to kill until it was your turn so Damiano offers to grab the first round of drinks. By half past you were two drinks in, Damiano’s arm wrapped around your shoulders as you alternated between slowly kissing and quietly talking. The next half an hour seemed to go pretty quickly and soon enough you were being escorted down a dark hallway, your boyfriends fingers laced into yours as you followed,

“Leo will be your artist tonight, godere,” She says before leaving you. You turn to Damiano and you can see all the pieces starting to click into place.

“Is this what I think it is?” He asks and you nod, a smile spreading across your face. You had gotten a few tattoos in the past, nowhere near as many as He had and you had been saying for years that you wanted to get them done together some day. “-and you want to?” He asks and you nod again. When he sees your reaction you're pulled into his chest, lips colliding with his. “You’re perfect” He whispers before you're interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway.

“11 O’Clock?” A guy asks as he comes into the room.

“Yes,” You answer and He pulls back a curtain revealing a large leather chair and a tattoo station.

“Do you know what you want?” He asks and you look over at Damiano. 

“I was wondering if we chose for each other,” You suggest, and Damiano’s wide smile was a good enough answer.

“Do you want to leave it as a surprise?” Leo asks, opening a drawer and pulling out a black silk blindfold. You were definitely not a stranger to a silk blindfold. “ I can wrap it up for you so you can wait until you get home to see it? Quite a few of our couples do,” He offers and you both like the sound of that.

You were always slightly nervous before a new tattoo and Damiano knew that. “Let me go first, Amore,” He says, kissing your forehead. “Where do you want it?” He asks.

“Where have you got space is probably a better question,” You reply with a smile and He starts to unbutton his shirt. He shrugs it off and hangs it up on the hook behind the door. As he looks at himself in the mirror trying to see where you could put it you can’t help but admire him. A soft smile rested upon your lips as you let your eyes roam over his body.

“Up here Amore,” He says, directing your gaze back up his chest. “Either the top of my ribcage or just above my waistband?” He suggests, pointing out the two areas.

“I think here should be perfect,” You say, brushing your hand over the top of his ribcage. Damiano heads over to the chair and lays down. 

“Do you know what you’d like Signora?” Leo asks.

“I do, can I have a pen and paper…wouldn’t want to give anything away,” You say smiling up at your boyfriend. He quickly hands them to you and you draw out your design. “If you can do it as close to that as you can, that would be amazing,” You say and he nods. Leo hands you the silk blindfold before leaving the room to make a template of your design.

You moved towards Damiano, walking around the chair so you were looking down at him. He sits his head up slightly so you could tie the blindfold around his eyes.

“Oh how the tables have turned,” You say quietly, moving to sit on the edge of the seat. You slowly run your hand over his chest, paying special attention where his new tattoo will be. You lean down to press your lips to the base of his neck, slowly kissing your way up towards his jawline.

“Per favore…Amore,” He says but you’re interrupted again. Leo pays no mind to the position he found you in as he showed you the template.

“It's perfect,” You say with a smile, getting up and moving to sit in the chair on the other side. Damiano turns onto his side so Leo can reach his ribcage. The tattoo takes about five minutes, maybe not even that. He moisturises the area and covers it up so it’s hidden from prying eyes.

“That means it’s your turn, Amore,” Damiano says, pulling the blindfold from his face and smiling at you.

“I guess it is…how do you want me Signore David?” You ask with a grin as He stands up and walks you over towards the mirror. 

“May I?” He asks and you nod, before taking the back zip of your dress in between his fingers and pulling it down slightly. The dress hung around your waist, revealing the laced bra you wore underneath it. He moved his hand onto your stomach, dragging one of his fingers along the area where your skin disappeared under the lace. “What about here?” He asks.

“I like it,” You say with a smile and He seems pleased with his decision. You look down and see Damiano pulling the black silk out of his pocket. 

“Your turn,” He says as he ties it around your eyes. You feel his fingers lace into yours as he leads you over towards the chair, you carefully sit down, making sure your dress doesn't fall any further.

“Signore? Your design?” Leo asks Dami, who asks to speak to him away from me. Leo leaves the room and I can feel Damiano coming back over to me.

“Leo’s just gone to make the template…he’ll be back in a moment,” He says quietly, only a few inches from my ear. “I think it’s going to look beautiful Amore,” He says, tracing the area again with his finger…then something else…you can feel his breath on your stomach so it must be his tongue. 

“Dami…” You moan softly but he stops…drying the area so nobody would know. 

“Later, I promise,” He says, gently squeezing your thigh as He sits up…Leo having come back into the room.

“Signora…do you mind taking off your bra…I think the fabric might get in the way,” He asks and you sit up, a guy's hands, who you know for a fact are Damiano’s wrap around you, unhooking the bra and moving it away. Your nipples peak at the sudden cold air, then an alcohol wipe to disinfect the area is gently brushed over the area before the design is transferred onto your skin.

“Just stay nice and still for us Amore,” Damiano says, relieving you of any worry or concern you had. 

“Signore…would you like to do it?” Leo asks and there's a moment of silence.

“That's not up to me…Amore?” He asks and you quickly agree.

“Yes, of course,” You say, butterflies erupting in your stomach at the thought of Damiano tattooing something that would be on your body forever. You could still hear the music from the bar as they concentrated, the only other sound being that of the tattoo gun. You didn’t find it particularly painful and before you knew it, it was done. Damiano followed the same routine that Leo did with the aftercare before wrapping it up.

“You did so good,” Damiano says as He kisses your forehead. The silk blindfold is untied, left to drop into your lap.

“I’ll leave you two to get dressed…the charge has been added to your bill. It was a pleasure working with you Signore e Signora,” Leo says with a smile before quickly leaving the room. You loosen your bra slightly so it doesn’t affect the dressing before you pull your dress back up, over your shoulders. Damiano had already buttoned up his shirt by the time his hands reached for the zipper again, gently tugging it up.

“That was amazing Amore, thank you so much,” He says, kissing your shoulder blade.

“Thank you for tattooing me,” You say with a slight laugh. Damiano would later tell you that Leo had been following him on social media so had seen that He had tattooed before, so the whole ‘would you like to’ was a farce.

It was nearing midnight by the time you got back to the bar, both of you deciding to finish your drinks before heading home. Damiano’s jacket was draped over your shoulders as the cool air settled in on your journey home. The metro was quiet and the streets near your apartment were even quieter.

You had decided that you would both wait a week till revealing your new tattoos, wanting to give them time to heal before seeing them for the first time.

..................

The next week flew by, Damiano back in the studio, You were back in the office. It was a pretty unremarkable week that was all counting down towards the day you would finally see your tattoo. Damiano had ordered your favourite food for delivery, you had eaten whilst watching a movie you both wanted to see, a very nice bottle of red wine had been cracked open but both of you knew what the other was waiting for.

“I think it’s time,” You say to him as the film finishes.

“I think so too,” He says, getting up from the couch and taking you by the hand. He led you into your bedroom and towards the mirror. He pulled your shirt off of you whilst you unbuttoned his. Dropping both onto the floor in a crumpled heap. You watched as He moved to his bedside table, pulling out a very familiar black silk blindfold. “I’m going to clean it up before you see it, ok?” He asks, tying the silk around your head for the second time. He takes your bra off and can feel him peeling away the adhesive dressing. He headed into the bathroom and grabbed a damp towel, gently brushing it over the tattoo making sure it was clean and healing properly.

He positioned you in front of the mirror.

“Ready,” He asks and you nod, he removes the blindfold and you look down at your left breast. The dark black inked words cupping it. ‘Il Ballo Della Vita’ Curved around, identical to his, but this time in his handwriting, done by his hand.

“I…I love it,” You say, slightly lost for words. “It’s perfect Dami,” You say, unable to take your eyes off of it. You finally managed to tear your eyes away from it to turn around, pulling him down into a long and drawn out kiss. “Thank you,” You whisper with a wide smile on your face.

The silk is wrapped around his eyes now, damp towel gently wiping at the tattoo before letting him see. You were very impressed at how much it looked like your handwriting…Leo had done a very good job. You untied the blindfold, throwing it behind you and onto the bed as Damiano’s eyes travelled down his own body, locking onto the written words. ‘Sarò ciò che respiri’ Your favourite line from the song He wrote about you.

“You are what I breathe…” You say quietly, now it was his turn to be unable to tear his eyes away. It was very rare that Damiano was speechless…his whole job was putting his emotions into words…but this had stumped him.

“I…” He tries to say but to no luck. You smile to yourself…you definitely won. “It's perfect…you’re perfect…fuck, I love you so much Amore,” He says pulling you into his arms. “How about we put that blindfold to another use?” He asks quietly against the shell of your ear.

finite

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[oro-e-diamanti]

Hi, can you do number 14 with victoria and something along the lines of The one where victoria is patient. I loveee that one.

"Open your mouth."

Vic + soft smut

Waking up next to Vic is one of the best feelings in the world, you decide as her naked body presses against yours, her chest molding perfectly against your backside, her arm around you, hand on your lower belly. You contemplate faking sleep for a little longer as you enjoy the closeness, but you can feel her giggle against your neck even before you can hear it.

“Don’t think I don’t know you’re awake, cucciola,” she whispers into your hair before pressing a soft kiss into it. Her fingers are almost tickling you now, sweeping over your belly and your thighs. You don’t manage to hold back a laugh. Her hand stops, on top of your legs, dangerously close to the place that already starts throbbing ever so slightly at the fleeting attention. It’s ridiculous how easily she gets under your skin. She has you in the palm of your hand, almost literally, and she knows it.

“We don’t have to be anywhere today,” you murmur in a low voice. “You know we could sleep a bit more.”

“We could also do something else with the time we’ve got,” she replies and now her hand is cupping your pussy between your legs rather obviously. You gasp in surprise but grind into it immediately. “You don’t seem to be against the idea.”

You turn your head around to look at her. She’s gorgeous, even right after waking up. She looks younger without all the make-up you’ve gotten so used to seeing on her, and it almost makes her look innocent in a way you know she definitely isn’t. But you love it. You love it so much. The sleepy eyes, the messy hair, the plush lips begging to be kissed. You can’t help yourself as you clumsily reach out to her to bring her mouth to yours.

Vic tastes sweet, the kind of sweet you never want to stop tasting, impossible to replace or imitate. She lets you kiss her for a while, but the pressure of her hand between your legs steadily increases and finally forces you to break away with a moan you immediately try to stiftle.

“You need to stop keeping your noises in,” Vic says as she ceases all movements. You simply blush. “You sound so fucking gorgeous and you never let me her it.”

You kiss the pout off her face. She’s asked for you to be louder in bed before, more than once. It’s not a general turn off for you – in fact, you love hearing her – but you’ve not yet managed to turn your brain and all your insecurities off enough to allow yourself to let go in that way. It wasn’t for a lack of her trying, either. You loved what she did for you. You very much wanted to give this to her. It just didn’t seem to work.

“Well, I’ve come prepared.” Before you can protest she’s jumped out of your bed, rummaging through her bag left somewhere on the floor. You can’t held but admire her naked figure, soft skin and perfect curves and you’re just itching to reach out to touch her. But in an instant, she’s back in bed with you, hiding something behind her back, a knowing smirk on her face. “It’s just an idea, and we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, but I think you could like it and-”

“I trust you,” you interrupt. And you do. As curious as you are, you don’t care all that much what exactly she’s hiding behind her back. You’re willing to try close to anything with Vic by your side. And she knows your boundaries. There’s no reason not to trust her.

She kisses you again, turning you on your back as she leans over you, and your eyes close on their own accord. Her fingers are everywhere on your body all at once. You lean into the sensations. You’ve always enjoyed the way she makes you feel and today is no different. Her mouth travels down your neck, lips attaching to your nipples and you impatiently push her hand down your body.

“Someone can’t wait,” she grins against your skin. You don’t mind the teasing, not the verbal one. You just crave more, immediately, the way you always do as soon as she makes the slightest moves towards you.

“Please,” you beg, and for once, she has mercy. Vic’s fingers stroke your inner thighs, never resting in one place for too long, until they reach your pussy, your wetness embracing them immediately. She mumbles something about how wet and ready you are for her against your neck, praising you for being so willing and so receptive, promising you more. You simply sigh, movements becoming more eager. Especially because she’s doing her absolute worst and completely ignoring your clit.

Vic has two fingers inside of you when she asks, “Ready to try something?”

You open your eyes to look at her. You love looking at her, you think for the second time that morning. Her eyes are soft yet steady in a way that’s giving you the utmost confidence in your decision to be with her, let her take the lead, trust her in just about every aspect of your life.

“Okay,” you whisper back, nerves firing up as she moves away from you for a moment. You don’t try to look at what she’s fumbling with, but your eyes are darting around anyway.

“Hey,” Vic pulls your attention back. “Look at me.”

So you do. It’s a perfect distraction, even as you feel something between your legs that surely isn’t just her fingers. It’s only when a low vibration starts humming against your pussy that you break the eye contact, a gasp on your lips, your hips moving against it instictively. She turns the vibration up and moves it so it’s perfectly molding against you and when it hits your clit in the most perfect way, you let out a squeak.

“Good?” She asks. There’s a smirk on her face because she knows but the question isn’t any less genuine because of it. You nod frantically, a tiny gasp as she starts moving her fingers inside of you as well now. The stimulation is different than anything you’ve experienced.

When she turns the intensity up again, not once but twice this time, you find yourself biting your lip desperately, head thrown back, and if you could think clearly at all, you’d fear drawing blood from your teeth boring into your flesh.

“Open your mouth.”

You’re confused for a second, unsure what she wants from you. But when you catch her eye, she simply smiles, fingers still moving inside of you, making it hard to concentrate.

“Open your mouth,” Vic repeats. “Let the sounds out. Stop thinking.”

When she curls her fingers in that particularly delicious way as the vibrator keeps working its magic, it’s suddenly easy. You can feel it approaching, heavy and firy in your lower stomach. Your hand blindly grabs for Vic’s body, your other clenching around the bedsheets. Your mouth falls open, jaw slack, as it hits you.

You can’t recall which noises are actually leaving your mouth as you come on her fingers, vibrator tightly pressed against you until you’re writhing away from it, but you know you’re loud, almost unhinged as you feel every single second of the hardest orgasm you’ve ever experienced.

Your breathing is heavy as you stare at the ceiling, waiting to come back to earth, unable to pay much attention to what Vic is doing until she cuddles up to you, peppering little kisses on your cheek, a satisfied smile on her face.

“Knew you had it in you,” she giggles and you easily join in. The embarrassment that wants to start creeping in at what just happened is easily forgotten when she kisses you again, properly, and you can almost feel her radiating with happiness at her success. You smile at her as she pulls back, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She returns the smile, but can’t help herself from making another remark. “Maybe you wanna try what kinds of noises I can make next.”

And oh, you do.

#vic de angelis blurb #victoria de angelis blurb #vic de angelis x reader #vic de angelist smut #my writing #writing #prompt blurb #prompt blurbs #blurb

[malina-33]

Femme Like You - Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Summary: You are the new tour manager for Arctic Monkeys during The Car era. You are practically the only girl in the team, also younger than the rest (27 y.o.), so your skills are immediately called into question. In particular, by the frontman who is not used to being led by a woman.

Word count: 10,2k

Warnings: swearing, emotional swing (is it even a warning?), kind of voyeurism (slight), age gap

A/N: Dear friends, hi!! I know, I know that I've promised you to update the fic every 3 weeks, and the disappeared for 1.5 months, but I spontaneously found a job, so there was very little time. But the chapter is much longer and with some interesting collaborations ;) I'll hope you enjoy them!

And write down what do you think if I make a description of not only the whole work, but also the chapter before each new part? Or is it better to keep the intrigue till the end?

In any case, I look forward to your feedback, it's soooo much important for me. I won't promise to return before the end of September, but I'll do my best not to delay. I already have an interesting plot for the next chapters, you should like it💔

*guys, English isn't my first language so if I have (and I know I have lol) any grammar/logic mistakes don't hesitate to tell me :)

The first week after meeting with the group flew by unnoticed. You dealt with the documentation, understanding how necessary it is, no matter how much you hated it, phoned the representatives of Ashton Gate stadium, made sure that everything was okay and confirmed the presence of the group and even tried to check the weather since the gig would be held outside. However, it turned out to be a little more difficult with the transport company. Apparently, James forgot to warn them about the temporary removal of his duties, so you had to spend time clarifying the situation and explaining who you are. It seemed that your hands-on approach was excessive, because you were trying to control everything in one time, but only due to the feeling of extra responsibility.

Steven, as promised, sent the contacts of the guys and important people from the technical crew, so now your phone had the names of Jamie Cook, Nick O'Malley, Matthew Helders and Alex "dickhead" Turner among others. 19 years old you would definitely envy yourself. So when you got a message while cooking pasta for dinner on Saturday night, you already knew it was from the drummer and not from an anonymous online scammer.

Matthew Helders: "good evening, Miss Y/S! I hope you aren't busy. We'll wait you on the soundcheck on Monday at 2 pm in Domino, need your advice :)"

You almost overcooked Carbonara bacon rereading the message. "Do they really need my advice?" you whispered, furrowing your brows "About what?". But the only answer was:

You: "Sure! Do I need to take some 12% cider?"

Matthew Helders: "you better not show up without a package lol"

Immediately followed by:

Matthew Helders: "just kidding! We are waiting only for you, but in the company of cider it will be even better)"

You chuckled, surprised at how quickly Matt went from formal Miss at the beginning of the conversation to smiles and lols at the end. To tell the truth, you still didn't fully understand how to behave with them. On the one hand, you are their manager and have a certain influence, as well as subordination. Steven and James don't have it, although they are "higher" in position, but they've been friends for half of a life, and you are a completely new person. On the other hand, in this area there is no place for strict formalities, especially since the guys don't look like those who would comply with them. After all they were big kids no matter how mature and pretentious they could look on stage, and you clearly felt it. Maybe your company will help them to relax even more, so there won't be any awkwardness and you will naturally find an edge where all of you will feel comfortable and which no one will cross.

With those thoughts, Carbonara and Rosé you spent your Saturday night watching your favorite series "La Piovra". You got used to such calm and quiet evenings. The era of parties until the morning has passed in the university years, and it’s not that you don’t go to clubs now, it’s just that the older you become the better you began to appreciate moments of silence. Not to be bored alone with yourself is the most valuable skill that you have acquired in your life. Having lived first with your parents for a long time, then getting married early at the age of 20 and having lived with your husband for 3 years, you were essentially not left alone with yourself. Having discovered over time that you feel absolutely nothing for the person whom you said "yes" to in the registry office, you were horrified and frightened to say at least. You thought that you get married once for a lifetime, but it turned out that happy endings exist only in fairy tales. That period of despondency, depression and eventual deepening into work gave its results. Major labels began to notice you, inviting you to musical projects with famous bands such as Maneskin. You worked with them for 1.5 years, leaving after their heyday at the Eurovision, realizing that you can’t give them more. That was your second decision to leave, but unlike the divorce, it didn't bring you much suffering. You understood that you and the group gave each other a lot, and although the parting was bitter, everyone understood that it was necessary. You still remained friends with the guys and periodically wrote off to meet. You planned to go to their concert, but couldn't find the time. And after your assignment to the Monkeys it became even more harder to shedule.

After the divorce you didn't have a serious relationship, instead you had a dream job, money, a car, a country house and even a corgi Grapes. You weren't afraid of the future, loved the time in seclusion and found inner peace by meditating on the production of cider, which was your unusual but very tasty hobby. Were you fully happy, though? Wouldn't you like to cross the threshold of the house and be met not by a dog's barking, but by a warm kiss on the forehead and a quiet "how was your day"? You probably wanted to, but it was hard to admit, especially considering that the fear of intimacy sat somewhere deep inside, not letting you forget the disappointment that you experienced when you removed the engagement ring from your finger. Although you remained friends who didn't hold evil against each other, the bitterness of your marriage was almost impossible to remove from the memories.

But for now, your head has been occupied by the sudden question of where to put Grapes for the duration of the tour...

Monday morning was sunny and peaceful, you woke up in a surprisingly good mood, put on your make-up, put on your favorite lime flared jeans, loaded a case of apple drink from the basemеnt into the car, patted Grapes and drove off to the studio. The road took about an hour, so during this time you managed to phone your father. You haven't talked much lately due to your workload, and now was almost the only time of the day when you were relatively free. You put the speaker phone mode, listening to the slightly hoarse voice of the man, without being distracted from the road.

"Hello my dear! How are you?"

"Hi daddy, I'm fine, going to work right now"

"My busy bee, James has already told me about your progress" you could hear him chuckle, coughing a little. You could only guess what Ford said to your father, because you spoke to him only once in these 2 weeks, when you recalled him after meeting with the group. And not that your story was very colorful. Therefore, the guys or Steven contacted him, and from this point of view, you couldn't imagine what they possibly come up with towards you.

"He assured me the boys liked you"

"Oh, really?" you said on the exhale, squeezing your hands on the steering wheel tightly.

"Yes, James is pleased with you. Well done, babe!" you melted under his words. It felt like you were a little girl again who drew a family picture that was hung on the refrigerator, even though mom and dad looked like monsters.

"Thank you daddy, I'm very happy to be with them actually"

"Of course, in such a company of men. Should I be jealous? 'Cause I looked through their photos on the Internet" dad said proudly, to which you burst out laughing, stopping at a traffic light.

"Dad, c'mon, no! They're too old for me" you laughed.

"10 years are not a big deal. Anyway, your choice. Just don't forget to eat please, I know how tough you work now. Otherwise you'll get drunk on your cider. God, how did you even manage to get into this alcohol sphere..." the man groaned in prostration. You rolled your eyes, but still smiled without answering. You got used to your father's fast flow of different thoughts.

"And don't roll your eyes, little naughty one! I care about you. So if they hurt you, you know who to call, right?"

"Oi, who will offend whom first" you retorted defiantly.

"Okay okay, I won't interrupt anymore. Kiss Grapes for me. I love you"

"And I love you very much, hello mom"

"I'll pass it on, bye!"

You turned off the call, fully focusing on the road. After talking with your parents, you always felt warm in your soul, so up to the studio you didn't leave a smile when you sang songs from the radio under your breath.

You arrived exactly at 2 o'clock, as agreed with Matt, but when you saw a few more cars in the parking lot in addition to the familiar Cadillac, you realized that the guys had been here for a long time. You must have looked a little ridiculous in a business suit and heels and a wooden box under your arm, but you didn't have other choice. Holding the car key in your mouth and trying to press the button at the same time, you clumsily closed the trunk with your leg. A purse was still dangling somewhere on your shoulder, and sunglasses had slipped from head to the bridge of your nose. "Must be an amazing picture to observe" you thought tiredly "Oh, if only Matt were here".

But before you had time to think about it, you heard a soft laugh behind you. You turned around sharply, noticing the frontman smoking alone near the entrance. You spat the key into the box, finally pressing the right button, and shouted

"And how long do you look?"

"I came exactly at the most interesting moment" man smiled, taking a puff.

You heavily crossed the entire parking lot, approaching him. Turner, having finished smoking a cigarette and throwing it into a nearby trash can, silently took the box from your hands.

"Hi, Y/N" he greeted you wheezing nicotine in the lungs.

"Hi," you frowened a little, but slowly added "Alex".

Calling him by his first name was... Unusual. A week ago the appeal to him was exclusively Mr. Turner, but today he was the first to break this line. "Well, apparently, we will both have problems with the boundaries of what is acceptable" bitterly flashed through your thoughts.

You both entered the building - Alex with a box in front, you behind holding the door. The way was silent. You wanted to say something to break this crystal quietness of his, but by the time you mustered up the courage, you stopped at the door 13A. The vocalist pushed it with his left shoulder, squeezing the alcohol forward, and you trotted along.

As soon as you and Alex entered the sound studio, you were immediately greeted with whistling and loud hooting.

"Look who's here, Miss Y/N"

"Hi, guys! I'm here with gifts as promised" you smiled broadly.

Alex at this time put the box on the table and immediately took one bottle for himself.

You noticed that there were Tyler and Tom in the studio as well, so you mentally praised yourself for taking bottles with a margin. You didn't know them personally yet, but was willing to change it. Turner introduced you to the men, and surprisingly you didn't hear his usual sneer in the voice.

"So, welcome Y/N Y/S, she's our manager for the summer before America starts and James gets back"

"Happy to finally meet you!" you were the first to extend your hand to Tyler, which he shook gently, smiling affably, and then to Tom. But he intercepted your hand, kissing your knuckles and making you laugh.

"Mutually, Miss" Rowley said enchanted.

"And she makes her own awesome cider, get one" Matt ordered businesslike, raising his voice from behind the drum kit.

"Yeah, there is enough for everyone, don't hesitate to take"

Evidently you arrived during the break, and before that they had already rehearsed a bit. You were wondering what kind of advice they need from you. The thought that they just needed cider you pushed back with a grin. But Alex, as if reading your thoughts, leisurely started speaking leaning on the table and holding a drink.

"Well, thanks for the cider, but that's not what we called you for. Since you're such a big fan of My Propeller, we discussed it here and decided that it's possible to put one on the set list for a couple of times. So listen to how it sounds, maybe have some ideas or whatevah" he was trying to sound casual, not attaching importance to his words for you.

"I'll do my best!" you almost jumped from such news.

Jamie chuckled audibly, running his fingers over the guitar. You sat down on the couch as Matt tapped the rhythm with his sticks and the melody began.

Seductive. The first association that came to your mind when you heard the intro of this song. It was your favorite from Humbug for sure and one of the band's all time favorites. Alex never told in any interview what was the secret of the lyrics, and probably that was the reason it attracted you even more. The guys played it selflessly, as if there hadn't been those decades that they hadn't performed it. You liked how they gave themselves to the process, even if it was just a rehearsal. They were in simple t-shirts and Matt was proudly wearing pineapple shorts, but you could swear, a real concert was unfolding right in front of you.

When Alex started singing you tried to hide the goosebumps as best as you could, but it hardly worked out well. His voice flowed melodically, not betraying a hint of wheezing or breaking, which could arise due to the age. He closed his eyes, tightly gripping the microphone stand, and moved his feet to the beat, slightly ridiculous, but at the same time gracefully. Throughout the song, you didn’t take your eyes off the group for a minute, sometimes singing along to the words, pulling the last syllable of

 Coax me out my law

And have a spin of my propeller

When the song ended, you clapped and Nick even made a mock bow.

“I don’t know how objective my assessment will be, because apart from the words of delight I have nothing to add” you honestly admitted. It seemed to you that you heard Alex's quiet "As I said", but Matt was quick to interrupt him asking you "Actually, we have already decided to play it in Bristol, but the question is where to chip in. We'll definitely not start with this one, and the outro is already completed, so..."

You thought a little, trying to understand what motives My Propeller reminds you of, and then the penny dropped.

"Pretty Visitors!" you exclaimed louder than you should have because your words echoed through the silent studio.

"Smooth interlude from Pretty Visitors, yeah, not bad actually" Alex quickly developed your idea, turning to Matt, as if asking "Do you mind?", but the drummer only closed his eyes approvingly. It seemed that they didn't need any words at all, they could understand each other with guitar riffs and drum brakes. Their connection, it was amazing, honed to automatism for past 20 years. They were like scientists in a chemistry lab mixing potions together in an attempt to make a new elixir. It was magic to come true and watching this process was so intimate that you involuntarily felt the heat on your cheeks, as if you were engaged in voyeurism.

***

The hours in the studio flew by. Fortunately for you, the guys decided to surprise fans with the return of Mardy Bum which will be the opener. The exact setlist for Bristol was confirmed at the end of the rehearsal, bringing back Teddy Picker and The View From The Afternoon as well. So looking at the perfect 21 songs, you could only imagine what they would save for London. Originally you were going to visit their concert in your hometown, you bought tickets as soon as sales were announced, but after James's call you easily gave the ticket to a friend, saying that you had won a jackpot.

Tom and Tyler have already left and the five of you are left. You were sitting on a soft chair, moved from the corner of the room, and the guys opposite on the sofas. The boys had laid down their guitars and you were leding a peaceful conversation about life, since the studio rental time ended only in an hour. You told them about your career in the industry, Maneskin and the part time projects you've been working on lately, omitting the details of your divorce because you thought it was too early for them to immerse themselves in such personal aspects of your life.

"By the way, Vic is your big fan and Alex in particular" you giggled, remembering the way drunk Maneskin bassist told you that she would like to sleep with Turner. Those were the carefree times of your youth you warmly remembered.

"Really?" Matt raised his eyebrows as he sipped his seemingly endless bottle of cider "You still have their contacts, right?"

"Yeah, sure, we even text each other occasionally" you quipped.

"And you didn't say you were working with us?" Heldres was surprised.

"Actually, somehow it didn't seem possible" you lowered your gaze, "I mean what would it look like? "Hey guys, look who's here, I now manage the Monkeys btw?" - so what?"

You could tell by the Cheshire smile on Matt's bristly face that this was exactly how he thought.

"Oh no, Matthew, don't you-"

"Oh yes, darling, dial FaceTime, you'll show them our doll" the man neighed, turning to Alex, who had been sitting quietly on the couch until this moment, and fidgeted in place after the suggestion.

"For God's sake, Matt, what a kindergarten behavior" the vocalist howled irritably, rolling his eyes, "I don't even remember their names".

The idea of making fun of Turner a little for the morning case with the box and taking revenge seemed to you unexpectedly delightful. Your hand automatically sank into your pants pocket, deftly pulling it out into the light and finding the right WhatsApp chat.

"Don't worry, you just have to say hi to Vic, I'm sure you'll be fine" you sang sweetly, glancing slyly at Matt, who chuckled approvingly, glad that you supported his idea.

Alex only cursed at this and ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it. Either from nerves, or putting his hair in order before the call.

You moved from your seat to the couch between Alex and Matt, gesturing for Nick and Jamie to join. You put your hand in front of you so only your face was visible in the camera frame, waiting for one of the guys to take the call. It might have been a little ill-advised to call like this without warning on a workday evening, but anyway it was already too late, as the beeps trailed in a string of sounds. You hoped that they didn't have a concert today, in any other case, one of them would definitely pick up the phone from you. And by a happy coincidence, it was Vic who ended up on your screen.

"What the hell, Miss Boogie, are you really occasionally calling after all this time of silence?" despite Victoria de Angelis's accusatory words, she sounded playful. She was a little disheveled and with a bright blush on her face. People were walking randomly with the string interruptions in the background. Apparently, the guys were at the soundcheck at one of the venues, and Vic recently finished playing.

Four pairs of eyes openly stared at you with undisguised interest after hearing the nickname, demanding an answer, but you just mouthed "later".

"Awww, sweetheart, and I'm happy to hear you again too!" you said with an ironic smile.

 "I have a lot of news for you, and I will definitely call you in private soon"

"Are you not alone? Who's with you?" the girl even moved closer to the camera in an attempt to see something.

"Well, I have a little surprise for you. Actually four surprises, but one of them you'll find really special" you said conspiratorially, looking around at the guys who were still out of the picture. Alex sat to your right, trying to portray the most distant look, as if everything that was happening was nothing more than baby talk for him.

"Darling, if you have a group orgy without me, then I will be offended and drop the call" the bassist said threateningly, wiping her forehead with a towel that was hung on her shoulder.

You just burst out laughing "Ok ok, I'm not languishing you anymore. I hope you're ready. Boys, say hi to Vics" and you finally moved the camera further so that Matt, Nick and Jamie, who were sitting to your left, got into the camera frame, Alex's appearance you saved for a dessert.

The musician's reaction exceeded all your expectations. At first she narrowed her eyes, bringing the phone even closer to face, and then she widened them with a loud squeal, jumping up from her seat.

"What the hell, Y/N! What the actual fuck, you're a shitty mutherfucker!!!" she covered her mouth with her hand, chaotically moving the phone in different directions. Apparently, other members of the group came running to her scream, as you heard the voice of Damiano asking what happened.

"What happened?" she repeated "The fucking Arctic Monkeys are sitting next to Y/N!" answering a question off-camera and stabilizing the phone. Now you could clearly see the vocalist leaning over her shoulder, Thomas to the side and Ethan slightly behind.

Finally, the men next to you decided to introduce themselves "Hey, guys, what's new?" Matt said smiling to the camera, Jamie and Nick just waved their hands in a friendly manner.

"Oh my God, what's going on" Vic, still dumbfounded, spoke with a face of complete amazement. Damiano, who quickly figured out the whole situation and realized that Vic was unlikely to be able to communicate normally now, carefully took the phone from her hands.

"Hi, Y/N, long time no see! Hi, boys, how fresh you are" the frontman winked. The words "for your age" were suggested mutely, but David left them behind the scenes. The men next to you just laughed quietly at this remark and saluted the Italian boy.

"Vic, that's not all yet, look who's next to me" wanting to finally finish off your friend, you moved the camera to the side, revealing Alex's presence, who was already sitting with a polite smile on his face, leaning on the sofa armrest.

"Hi, love" Turner murmured hoarsely, turning on his usual charisma. You were surprised how quickly he went from "fuck off everyone" to his stage persona. Indeed, a skill acquired over the years.

De Angelis, after looking at the camera for just a second, squealed even harder than the first time, which you even grimaced a little, because in a quiet studio it sounded deafening.

The camera was still held by Damiano, but the girl in the frame could be seen doubled over, holding back cries of happiness. Her guys just laughed out loud at this, knowing full well what a strong fan of Alex she was.

"Y/N, I'm going to fucking kill you, I'll strap your ass so you can't sit still for another week, what are you doing to me?" Vic didn't let go of expressions, which made the men next to you shamelessly laugh, even Turner smiled predatoryly.

"Holy shit, you're real" the girl muttered in one breath.

Her adoration entertained Alex. Celebrities fangirling celebrities wasn't an unknown story for Alex, so the way Vic behaved didn't annoy him, but brought a feeling of sincere pleasure from what was happening.

"It would be strange if I wasn't, mhm?" the man grunted, changing the position - now he rested elbows on his knees, bringing the face closer to your phone. You could smell his light apple scent from the cider you both drank and the cigarette halo that soaked into all of the frontman's clothes.

Damiano finally decided to take control over the situation by turning the camera completely on himself.

"So, Y/N, if you wanted to surprise Vic, then you succeeded 100%! But we are now at soundcheck, and we don't have much time, and she" nodding towards the bassist "still needs to be brought to her senses. We were extremely happy to hear from you, babe. Call us when you are free and tell us everything in detail. Miss you very much!"

"Guys, me too! Love ya, see you at Glasto!"

"Wait! Take a screenshot!" Vic's desperate exclamation came from Damiano's left side.

He made a focused face, looking for the right buttons, while you and the men simultaneously smiled at the camera.

"Send it to the chat" you asked, ending the call and blowing a virtual kiss. You obviously cut off Vic's "I love you" without being entirely sure it was addressed to you.

The studio immediately froze in deafening silence. You put your phone down on the coffee table, still smiling.

"That was a real buzz, they're cute" Matt said leaning back on the couch. The mood of the guys clearly improved by this little conversation. You were glad that you could somehow diversify their evening after a productive and exhausting day. Even Alex stopped keeping his always compressed lips and frowning eyebrows.

"So, Miss Boogie, right?" Jamie began slyly, reminding you of your infamous nickname.

An approving "ooooo" reverberated around the room, from which you hid behind your palms.

"Damn, I was hoping you'd forget" you muttered from your hiding place.

"C'mon, we're intrigued already" Nick reached out to you through Matt, gently taking your hands away from your face.

Jamie suddenly started chanting your name, encouraging you to reveal this terrible secret, and Matt whistled as if Sheffield FC had just scored a goal.

"God, okay, just shut up please" you gave up.

The four men took more comfortable positions in anticipation of your story.

"In fact, there is nothing special in this story, it's just stupid. When Maneskin was approved for Eurovision, we went to celebrate, how can we not. It was in Milan. We got very drunk in a bar and went for a walk around the city. It was about 3 in the morning, and to entertain ourselves we played Truth or Dare. The most banal thing that could be, but nothing better came to mind. And I chose Dare, 'cause everyone else only cowardly told their secrets. So Vic asked me to dance for a minute on the street to any song that a passerby would name. Well, since at such time you are unlikely to meet any adequate passerby, we only found a beggar in the square. I don’t know how old he was, but the first song that he remembered was Boogie Wonderland" at this point you made a dramatic pause, "so yes, I had to dance to this song at night in front of other poor people who came up to us. Since then they call me Miss Boogie. Everyone is satisfied now, having fun, huh?"

You intentionally crossed your arms in insult, surreptitiously watching the laughing band.

"I bet there's a video" Matt said cheekily.

"Yes, there is, but you'll never see it!" you retorted quickly, glaring at the drummer.

"Your hot cheeks make me want to see this video even more" Nick teased tapping Matt on the shoulder.

"You know what," Alex suddenly announced, "choose any song you want. We play it, and you show the video"

You could swear your jaw was somewhere on the floor.

"Woah, did you decide to go all-in?" Matt asked, also not expecting such a generous offer "Be careful, otherwise you will have to play a Taylor Swift song"

"Ouch, why do you think I like her?"

"Who doesn't like her?"

"Your truth" you nodded approvingly.

"I meant our song. We'll perform it at the concert" Turner interrupted your dialogue, looking at you testily from under his eyelashes.

There was a slight silence, which you broke with a heavy sigh.

"Wow, okay, this is getting interesting" you muttered, leaning back on the couch like Helders had done earlier. The three men to your left looked at each other in surprise, waiting for an answer, while you've been thinking, looking at the frontman.

"Certain Romance," you easily stated, "I want this one"

"Your wish is my command, Miss Boogie," he joked without any hint of smile, standing up "you guys remember how to play it, don't you?"

The guys looked at each other dumbfounded, unable to find words for such a drastic change in the behavior of the vocalist, but after a discordant series of affirmative nods, they received a condescending smile from him.

"Well, that's great, there's still time to rehearse. I propose Sheffield!" Alex said solemnly, thrusting his hands into the pockets.

"Al, ru ok?" Matt raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"All right, man" Turner said artificially.

"This house is a circus indeed" swirled through your head. Alex's behavior was defiant. Emerging into conflict. Literally a minute ago everything was peace and quiet, and now he, like a proud peacock, was arranging a show for you at the level of a cheap soap opera.

"No, but seriously, let's even organize a lottery, since Y/N has such an influence on the setlist" Alex didn't let up.

"Come on, pipe down, you suggested it yourself" Nick intervened carefully, not wanting to stir up the smoldering coals of the conflict.

"And I think all of you are into this idea, aren't you?" Turner didn't raise his low, heavily accented baritone, but the underlying toxicity in his tone was evident, "oh, even better, let's ask our Italian friends for advice! Let's get their opinion and her video as well".

"Alexander, smoke?" you stood up decisively from the couch, grabbing your purse and phlegmatically glancing at the wooden cider box you'd probably have to leave in the studio. But you couldn’t leave the guys in such an atmosphere, so out of courtesy you promised to return again.

"Y/N, no problem, see you before Bristol! Send the screen to our group, 'cause I'm getting jealous for these Italians" Matt gave you an encouraging wink in the end, and you certainly promised to do it tonight.

"They'll kill each other"

"He doesn't stand a chance"

Jamie and Matt said at the same time as the door closed behind you.

Alex imposingly walked ahead, not hurrying anywhere. He politely said goodbye to the security guard, noting that the rental period had already come to an end. Almost bowing, he opened the door to the street for you, artificially gallantly holding it with his hand, still making a show from every gesture, which for some reason made you feel disgusted. You were counting on working with middle-aged men, accomplished musicians, but it feels like you are talking to teenagers.

Damp cold air from the river hit your red cheeks, which made you wrap yourself in a jacket more tightly. Alex took out a pack of Marlboro, offering you one, but nodding to himself, removed it, remembering your words a week ago practically at the same place.

"Well?" he said with a cigarette in his mouth, lighting the filter.

The sky was overcast with a milky haze of fog, which wasn't uncommon for these places, a weak wind was blowing, but not a single sound from the road was heard, which made you hear sparks from ignited tobacco hiss like champagne bubbles, falling on the asphalt.

Alex exhaled noisily, squinting at you with his eyes. His face was faintly lit by the flame of a cigarette, but even in such low light, it was noticeable that his gaze was completely blank. "Amazingly indifferent and deep eyes at the same time. It's impossible to tell anything from them" you thought. Or maybe he was like this only with unpleasant people to him, who you apparently were. You can’t even imagine the way these eyes changed on stage "Where are you real, Alexander?". But instead of asking this, you just threw your head back, tiredly closing your eyelids, showing with your whole appearance how absurd the situation is.

"Alex," there wasn't any visible point to call him Mr. Turner even though you were annoyed "I thought we made a deal, didn't we?"

"Really? When?" his voice sounded even more affected than in the studio, despite the fact that now the man spoke rather quietly and slowly. Or maybe even a whisper would be loud in this ringing silence.

"I just don't understand what the problem is" you continued, as if you didn't hear his words.

"I don't see it either, Miss Y/S"

You raised your eyebrows high as you asked a silent question, which made Alex smirk slightly. Taking a puff, he began to explain to you with the intonation of a parent teaching a child not to put his fingers in the socket.

"Listen, I won't hide it, you brought some chaos to our tour. This is different from your direct duties though - to solve all the problems on our way. But you're a stranger who stirred up our peace and foundation. I was initially against this idea, but James left me no choice. You are undoubtedly an educated young lady, and probably from a moral point of view, I sound like a scoundrel now-"

"You sound unprofessional, Alex. You only make me feel contempt, and I don't care about any moral side"

The frontman looked at you from under his brows, taking out a second cigarette in a row from the pack, waiting for a further reaction, but inside you was a frozen magma that didn't want to break out, muffled by self-esteem. For now.

His words contradicted his behavior. In the morning he carries your boxes and asks for a song advice, and in the evening he gives out this shit. If women's logic is ridiculed by society, then men do not have it at all.

“You know what, when James offered me this job, I was damn excited and proud that I would be working with a team like yours. I was on a cloud nine. But you, Alex, you're just a spoiled boy in the body of a 37-year-old man who hasn't overplayed his ambitions and thinks that his subtle nature is so fragile to understand that you need to hide behind the facade of an asshole so that normal people with good intentions don't crawl into your soul. You are cowardly and arrogant!"

You were breathing heavily, and the words "fool fool fool" stretched on repeat in a red line behind your eyes.

You didn't even understand how they escaped from your lips, absolutely thoughtlessly. You even instinctively wanted to raise a hand to cover your mouth, but pulled yourself back in time, deciding to play to the end. Show after show.

Alex hadn't raised a cigarette to his face during your tirade, so that the wick was almost dead in his fingers. You intensively looked at each other without stopping, and at some point it seemed to you that fear flashed in his pupils. Fear of the revealed truth. However, they were covered with a thick veil of indifference to what was happening in a second, and he finally took the last puff, throwing the butt right on the road.

"Miss Y/S, it seems that you have to go" the musician said unemotionally.

You took one last burning look at his features and, without saying a word, turned around towards your car. How ironic, a week ago you left each other in roughly the same sequence of activities - studio, cider, parking lot, but under completely different circumstances.

Slamming the door shut, you sharply revved, not bothering to warm up the engine, and drove out of the parking lot with a clang of tires. Burning tears of resentment gushed from your eyes, covering the already foggy road in front, but you didn't pay attention.

Your cooperation has just begun, and you have already swept on an emotional swing. Only in the morning you were driving in a car towards the sun and rejoicing at the warm words of your dad, and in the evening you return home, wiping the salty paths with the back of your hand from your face.

You were never embarrassed by tears, you cried out almost all of them during a divorce, but if they dripped from your eyes today, then there was a reason for that. Your parents taught you that after rain there is always a rainbow, after tears there is always peace of mind, you need to be able to live through any emotions in order to turn them into your power later.

***

You haven't seen the boys since that evening until today's early departure for Bristol. Of course, you communicated on all sorts of organizational issues during this time and there was no visible tension, especially since they didn't hear about your quarrel with Alex. You were more than sure that he would not tell his friends about that incident. This is what infringes on him, and therefore makes him weaker, which he couldn't allow.

All these days you have wondered what was the reason for such a sharp behavior, however you couldn't really delve into yourself. Why exactly you were crying - from resentment, overstrain or just an emotional outburst, it was also difficult to understand. Perhaps all together. Over the past month, from your first conversation with Ford to recent events, your life has changed 180 degrees, so it's no surprise that your psyche gave a little glitch.

You've comforted yourself with routines though — setting Grapes up with a friend until your next visit to London, inviting your parents over for dinner to tell you all the details, packing your suitcase for the tour, checking out all the technical stuff, and almost forgetting what kind of adventure you're packing for.

And now, without any idea of the nearest future, you were sitting in a black Mercedes Sprinter between Marcus and James Kerr, Ben was in the passenger seat in front, Steven was riding with the group in the bus. It was only 8 am, you were sleepy, only at the last moment you didn’t forget to remove eye patches before going out, you didn’t even put on makeup, so you sat in the wide sunglasses, even though the sun wasn't visible through the tinted windows of the car.

It seemed that everyone was relaxed, easily communicated with each other and knew exactly what each would do upon arrival at the venue. Unlike you. The schedule was pretty clear - check-in at the hotel, lunch, departure for the soundcheck and then free time for the management and the band, but very busy time for the technicians. Of all this, the most sensible thing was to drink plenty of wine at dinner and walk around the rest of the day in a relaxed state of mind, but those were only pitiful thoughts of creeping fear. Deep inside you were sure that everything would be fine, it couldn’t be otherwise, because even if you didn’t know how to do this or that task, the guys knew their duties, and they physically couldn’t play the concert badly.

"Hey, Y/N, you kinda took working with us too seriously" Marcus snapped you out of your thoughts with his mocking tone.

"I'm sorry, what?" you asked, turning to him.

He touched the bridge of his nose with his index finger and chuckled. It took you another couple of seconds to figure out what he meant, so he took advantage of your confusion to explain "you now going to wear glasses in the dark as well?"

The reference to Alex was read transparently, so you imperceptibly flinched and pointedly removed them, as if not wanting to be associated with him at all.

"No, no, I just didn't have time to do my make up" you honestly admitted, shrugging your shoulders ingenuously.

"Oh, I'm sorry, we-" the guy looked around at all the passengers, "we don't understand this here"

You laughed slightly, at the same time relaxing, and asked him a question that had been of interest to you for a long time.

"Why don't you have women in the team? I mean at all"

Instead of Marcus, Ben decided to answer from the front seat, apparently as the eldest among you.

“It didn’t happen on purpose, but later it became kind of unspoken rule. We are here like on the fishing, you know? We leave our wives, spend time within our male company, it’s like an alternative branch of your life, you do quality work here, you feel needed, while no one owe you nothing and you feel absolutely free in your actions, understanding thoroughly those who are around you"

"Are you aware that this is how a normal team should work, regardless of gender? It sounds somehow sexist. Am I really embarrassing you in actions?" you smiled slyly, anticipating the denouement.

"Actually, besides you, we have 3 other women in the team.." Marcus embarrassingly chipped in.

"Guys, don't bother yourself with excuses, I knew who I was messing with" you laughed, crossing your legs. Marcus looked at you dumbfounded, but said nothing, and James just chuckled softly at the window.

"Well, if you knew that, then you also should know about our tradition, right, guys?" Ben began in a conspiratorial tone, exchanging glances with the guys.

"Um, about what?" you arched an eyebrow in disbelief.

"The newbie is signed up for the after-party. Tonight is your first concert, and after that we go to the bar, the drinks are off you! We're equal here" Ben imperturbably continued to scan your reaction with a fox-eye, waiting for an answer. It's not that you're greedy or unable to pay, but to buy drinks for the whole team...

And as if ahead of your question, the man added "enough management and the band".

As if it changed the essence. But you couldn't refuse, so you mumbled something affirmative, getting a roar of male hoarse laughter in response, and starting to laugh at yourself. You appreciated in people, especially males, this ability - to make a woman laugh. In a time of constant change and stress, finding someone who will make you forget about it was very important.

The rest of the road was spent in the same good mood, and these conversations did help you to forget about your anxiety due to upcoming events. Upon arrival, all the management team and the band settled in the hotel. As James promise, you've been given a private suite overlooking the most beautiful park in the city center. But due to an unknown coincidence, you lived not on the same floor with the attendants, but through the door from the group.

Matt carried your things to your room and you agreed to meet for lunch in 20 minutes.

Since you were able to miraculously did a make up even in the car, thanks to the sensitive driving, now you decided to change into more presentable clothes in which you will be at the concert.

Without changing the habit of choosing clothes carefully and for a long time, you took off your hot sweatshirt, remaining in only sweatpants and starting to go through the whole suitcase in search of those things that would match your mood. You had a couple of looks planned, but today's unexpectedly warm weather changed your plans a little, so you confidently took out a black leather skirt and a white blouse.

A piece of matter fit all your forms perfectly, so you were satisfied with the choice, spinning in front of the mirror by the bed. The black bodice harmonized perfectly with the skirt, and the crazy idea of ​​staying only in it, without putting on anything, flashed through your head like a bullet, but flew out just as quickly as soon as you heard the muffled thud of heels on the carpet outside the door and a muttered "Jamie?" at your door followed by a knock. You hysterically shouted "No!" exactly at the moment when the door opened without a click.

"Shit, Y/N!" Alex, not having time to properly enter your room, but having clearly noticed you in a compromising way, abruptly recoiled, remaining in the corridor, but not completely closing the door so that he could hear you, but not see.

"God! What a mess" you pleaded, rushing to the door. You stuck out only your head, meeting the eyes of the musician, who was discomposedly staring at you point-blank.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Why are you naked?"

You asked at the same time, shouting over each other.

"This is my room! And I'm not naked!"

"Where's Jamie? I thought he was at 312" Turner asked, a little bewildered, clearly embarrassed.

"I have no idea where Jamie is. How did you even get in?" you were still half-dressed, hiding most of your body behind a wooden door.

"I knocked, but it turned out that it was not slammed at all"

"What the fuck? Maybe Matt didn't close when he left," you muttered more to yourself. You clearly saw the question “What did Matt do here?” that arose in Alex’s head, but which he never voiced. Clearly realizing that the dialogue could not be continued in this form, you abruptly switched the subject, trying to tear his eyes from your neck.

 "I was changing for dinner anyway, so see you there" you sharply slammed the door in front of him, not wanting to go into details, and tiredly leaned your head against the wooden surface from the inside.

"Crazy" you heard quiet along with receding soft steps.

It was your only meaningful conversation with the singer, since that evening. You understood that it couldn’t go on like this for a long time, but at the moment you didn’t have any ideas how to fix the situation. So you just finally put on the look you chose, after checking that the door was locked, then decided to add a black headband, and being satisfied with your appearance, went downstairs.

After lunch, the whole team went to the stadium, where the technicians had already set up half of the equipment. The guys immediately went to the sound check, and you and Steven went to meet Ashton Gate management. It seemed like there was still plenty of time before the concert, and you thought you would have a few more chances to double-check everything, but in the turmoil that was going on behind the scenes, this turned out to be impossible.

To be honest, you were overwhelmed by what was happening. The soft music, people around, the sun rays moving towards the sunset - this whole scene that was unfolding before you as you unexpectedly stepped onto the empty stage a few minutes before the crowd was let into the stadium looked surreal and incredibly familiar, as if you had been here many times before. The noise and chaos behind you contrasted with the tranquility in front of your eyes. The empty space that was about to be filled with a crowd in just a few minutes brought both excitement and serenity. These were the moments that seemed unreal, but made life worth living.

***

The show was about to start, and you stood next to the dark staircase, where the guys from the dressing room were soon to come up. Leaning on the railing, you nervously twirled a lock of hair around your finger. You went through all the items on the checklist in your head, checking off each one mentally, but something still bothered you.

Alex.

Your unfinished conversations and evasive behavior were weighing on you. You felt guilty, knowing that as his manager, you had behaved tactlessly, driven by emotions. It ate at you from the inside. You decided that you would talk to him today, apologize and put this issue to rest once and for all.

Suddenly you noticed a flickering light from the security, which meant that the group is entering the stage, and you turned sharply, both wanting and fearing to see them. As always, looking luxurious, these four men made their way up to the platform, remaining unnoticed by the audience.

"Good luck, guys! I'm buzzing as hell honestly" you tried to sound confident, but your voice trembled on the last word.

"Miss Y/S, is it just me or are you worried about us?" Nick lightly touched your shoulder in a reassuring gesture.

"Well, it's my first time with you" realizing how ambiguous that sounded, you interrupted yourself with a laugh.

"Oh, you'll love it, babe" Matt mimicked a voice from a cheap adult movie, tossing a stick in the air. It seemed like he could find the right words in any situation, and in the future, you would highly appreciate this skill.

All this time, you were glancing at Alex out of the corner of your eye, trying to read his emotions, but he calmly adjusted the folds on his unchanging dark blue jacket and stretched his neck with turns left and right. Seeing that the guys had moved a little away from you, you looked at your watch, estimating that you had 5 minutes maximum, and whispered to yourself "now or never".

"Alex!" you called him out loudly, trying to outshout the crowd "I wanted to talk, I know it's not the most appropriate time, but-"

"Y/N, forgive me, okay," the man unexpectedly began, barely approaching you. For the first time, you saw genuine excitement in his eyes, here, in the darkness of the backstage area of a 30,000-seat stadium. For some reason, only now you clearly feel the difference in height between you two. He looked down at you patronizingly. Maybe it was because of his heels or the knot of nerves in your stomach that made you feel so small in your attempt to hide from his penetrating gaze.

"I've been a complete jerk and acted childish from the very beginning. You didn't do anything to deserve such treatment. I don't want our tension to affect the group and our work in any way, so I admit my guilt"

You stood in shock, slightly opening your mouth. You absolutely did not expect such a turn of events, so your entire improvised speech evaporated from your mind instantly. He suddenly smiled softly, raising an eyebrow, as if asking 'well, what now?' Still not believing what you heard, you nodded your head almost automatically.

"Y-yes, you were a jerk indeed. But I also didn't behave entirely correctly, my first impression wasn't great either," you sighed in frustration, recalling your memories, "I suggest we start over, huh? Hi, my name is Y/N, I'm your new tour manager, nice to meet you" and to confirm your words, you gracefully extended your hand to him.

"Nice to meet you too, I'm Alex Turner, sort of singing here," he shook your hand with an energetic movement. His palm was dry and steady, causing a pleasant warmth throughout your body, "just business then?"

"Just business indeed. And a little bit of music" you said, more relaxed, smiling with all 32 teeth, still holding onto his hand.

"Deal, Miss Y/S"

For a moment, the roar of fans faded away for you, and you only saw the outlines of his pupils in the semi-darkness and his fingers firmly holding yours. However, your fragile moment was promptly ruined by-

"Al, c'mon!" Jamie impatiently called, and your hand felt the gusts of wind instead of calloused skin of the frontman. You watched him walk away in his waddle manner, as he suddenly turned and shouted, winking "By the way, nice lace".

 It took you a couple of seconds to understand what was said, and when the meaning of his words reached you, you exclaimed in indignation "You, motherfucker!" almost stomping your foot, but your cry was lost in the wild roar of the crowd, as the guys were already on stage.

It was a miraculous sight. Four men made people go into ecstasy just with their appearance - this is the phenomenon of the Beatles, and they were proof that rock and roll is alive. As long as they are alive. Every strum on the guitar strings, every touch of the lips to the microphone, every drumstick strike, every hair flip was special in their performance, they themselves were special.

You were fascinated, to say the least. When the performance came to the last song before the encore, Body Paint, one of your favorite songs from the album, that was definitely made to be played live, you were out of words. The whole song built you up to the climax, to the outro that every time was a pure jamming and improvisation. And you literally exploded in ecstasy when Alex started walking around the stage, unable to stand still from the knocking down energy. He closed his eyes in languor, biting his lips, screaming, throwing out his arms, and you couldn't take your eyes off. You weren't dancing or jumping, you were inseparably watching his every movement, arms folded across your chest. Your mouth was agape against your will, and your eyes eagerly punched a hole in the frontman. This is a unique performance, it's something that is hard to explain without feeling it for yourself. You were made up of his music, you literally felt these waves inside your veins, your brain wasn't able to comprehend what was happening, it was like a catharsis for all of you. And you definitely didn't want to be saved.

Suddenly Alex turned his head to your side, continuing to play some divine riff outlining the Van Gogh fields on the guitar strings. His hair was tousled, shirt unbuttoned, but his jacket fitted perfectly. He rested his eyes on your figure, smiling with one corner of his lips, and you looked at each other for good seven seconds which felt like eternity. You were sure that everything was clear in your eyes, and even if he stood next to you and heard you, you wouldn't be able to utter a word.

What you definitely didn't expect when your eye contact was broken and Alex walked to another side of the stage, that tears would involuntarily flow from your eyes. "What the hell..." you wondered aloud, quickly removing the salty tracks from your cheeks. In fact, you perfectly understood why you were crying. From a sense of greatness. The greatness of music, human synergy and the power of unity. It was too much for you, too strong emotions to bear. It was excellent, it was the taste of life, thanks to which you still were here. "God, if you exist, bless this band, they are saints" although it sounded ridiculous and naive, you seriously were ready to pray for the talent of these guys, for the ability to make other people feel alive. You were in your place, you did everything right, you were cruising the victory. Today he convinced you.

As soon as the last chords of "RU Mine?" were played and the bows to the fans were taken, the men disappeared from the deafening roar behind the dark curtains of backstage. Their hair stuck to their sweat faces, and a distinct masculine smell was coming from their shirts. The guys passed by you with exhausted smiles, unable to utter a word from fatigue, and disappeared into the darkness of the corridors.

You didn't know what to do right now. According to your understanding, your job didn't end with pre-concert organization, there were also post-concert tasks to be done. But you were so lost in emotions that you felt like you were drifting away from an anaphylactic shock.

Unexpectedly, Tyler came to you as he was the last one to come off the stage. He fraternally put a hand on your shoulder, tousling your hair with his heavy palm.

"Well, with the initiation into our hell, sweetheart. How're you?"

"Thrilled, and I want more!" you declared confidently, matching his quick pace that was pulling you further away from the frenzy of the crowd.

"Well, don't doubt that, it's just the beginning" he charmingly smiled, and you couldn't help but mirror his expression.

"Now we're going to celebrate, and you're coming with us" it sounded so authoritative that even if you wanted to object, you immediately closed your mouth, nodding in agreement. "Besides, seems like you need to unwind" you remembered.

You left the stadium only an hour later, apparently, it was a normal time for the guys to "recover". You'd made several jokes about one woman waiting for seven men and received offended and teasing looks in return. You got into the same Mercedes you arrived in that morning, and the driver took you to one of Bristol's typical English pubs that the guys loved so much.

You didn't understand their fondness for these quaint places where the sofa upholstery hadn't changed along with the owner. There were so many modern bars in the city, any of which the band could afford to rent entirely, but they paid tribute to traditions, obviously cherishing memories of their lively youth when they started playing their first concerts in similar places. Such a return to their roots after the thousands-capacity stadiums grounded them well. And the warm nostalgia, slipping across the Guinness glasses every time, was a corner of genuine joy for the guys, the only true luxury they possessed.

And overall, you didn't care where to spend money or on what. After all today's events, which felt like a whole month, you didn't mind anymore. In the morning, you looked at your apple orchard in the early mist of suburban London, then stood half-naked in a five-star hotel room in front of a world-renowned music star, and now, in the evening, you huddled next to him on an old leather couch under a red velvet chandelier, drinking a B-52.

Glasses, shots and colorful bottles flashed in front of your eyes like a kaleidoscope. Your head was spinning from the amount of alcohol, and your cheeks hurt from laughter.

"My dear mates, I propose a toast to Miss Y/S and her first concert with us! I don't know if she understands where she has ended up, but we'll make sure she has a great time with us, right, guys? To Y/N!" Matt solemnly proclaimed, rising from the table, and 8 hands, pouring drinks onto each other, reached towards the center of the table to clink glasses.

"Guys, thank you for this opportunity, thanks to James for his unplanned vacation, thanks to Steven and Marcus-" although the latter wasn't here, you decided to thank him as he had been providing you with all kinds of help during these weeks, "for their support and adaptation, and of course, to you Monkeys, for accepting me. I do like your crazy Monkey house" you joked, but it didn't negate the truth. Despite all the past disagreements with the lead singer, you felt that you were still doing everything right. And even if you hadn't gone on this adventure today, you would still feel grateful to fate for such an opportunity to be at the center of life.

"Glad to hear that," Jamie chuckled ironically, "as they say, welcome aboard"

And with these words, you all whistled, and Tom even shouted like a saloon girl from the Wild West. Your evening, or rather the night, continued until 3 am, fortunately there was no concert the next day, so you could at least sleep in a bit. You looked in horror at the amount you had drunk, trying to estimate how long it would take to recover the contents of your wallet. But you had consumed so much gin and tonic that the only thing that really worried you was how to walk straight for at least 2 meters to the bar to pay for it all.

"Drinks on me!" you declared with a mischievous smile to the group as you headed towards the bar counter.

"What, for everyone?" Matt playfully refined.

"Well, yeah," you didn't have the energy to realize his surprise, but he also didn't have the energy to argue with you, "that's no problem".

And thus, the following events spun in your head like a foggy whirlpool. Here you were finally breathing in the fresh air of the street, tilting your head towards the purple sky, then you were half-lying on someone's shoulder in the black minivan, and finally for no reason you were walking barefoot on a soft hotel carpet, but there were no shoes in your hands as well.

You didn't have any memories of walking into your room either. But in the moment, the feeling of soft snow-white hotel sheets flooded your body with long-awaited bliss. You instantly fell into the arms of Morpheus, only on the verge of consciousness noticing that someone took off the headband from your hair, which had been squeezing your head tightly, and silently closed the door.

You may be too drunk to remember each of your actions clearly, but you definitely wouldn't mistake the familiar scent of cigarettes in the room.

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A/N: Oh, so much has happened in one chapter, and this is just the beginning of the tour... I decided to tell the background of Y/N for a better understanding of her actions. What do you think, maybe you want more of "Italian friends" in the work? Whose line do you want to read in more detail? Share your emotions, it is incredibly valuable to me that someone reads this work actually!

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