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✭ - smut

♡ - fluff

➳ - angst

۵ - hurt/comfort

☆ - headcanons

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Coriolanus Snow

"Snow lands on top."

The Fall Of Snow - She was just supposed to be a pawn in his games, a way to get the Plinth Prize. He wasn't supposed to care. She was just a tribute, after all. [➳]

Peace - Coriolanus Snow never thought that he would find peace, until he did. [♡۵]

Reminder of His First Love - Coriolanus Snow headcanons [☆➳]

Another Love - He loved her from a moment he saw her, but she can't love him back. [➳]

The Plinth Prize - You were everything he detested, perhaps that's what made him fall. [♡]

The Lakes - You spend your time with Coryo at the lake in the woods as the sun sets down. [♡]

When Did It All Go Wrong - Coriolanus Snow x best friend!reader [☆➳]

Songbird's Plan - The presence of a song bird can change everything for one who appreciates them or "if it weren't for the baby" TBOSAS edition. [➳]

The Zoo Accident - Your tribute stepped over the line. [➳♡]

I Bet You Think About Me - On the day of his wedding he had everything... except for the bride that he wanted. [➳]

Sejanus Plinth

"I can make the world a better place."

Betrayal - After Coriolanus betrayed him once again, he seeks comfort from the person that will forever be by his side. [➳۵♡]

Hi, I didn’t see a what not to request thing so ignore this if your not comfortable writing death - but can I request Coriolanus Snow x reader who is a tribute in the games but dies and there’s nothing he can do about it. Just pure angst.

The Fall Of Snow

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x fem!reader

Summary: She was just supposed to be a pawn in his games, a way to get the Plinth Prize. He wasn't supposed to care. She was just a tribute, after all.

Warning/s: angst, death, kind-of-psycho Snow, Snow in love, crying, probably some spelling and/or grammar mistakes

Author's note: So Snow's actions and behavior may be a little out of his character here, but that is because I made him helplessly in love with reader. I hope this is okay. Enjoy!

The red chair where he sat now seemed to uncomfortable to sit in.

Coriolanus' already strong grip on the armrests of the chair somehow just seemed to tighten, he felt certain that he will probably brake the wood out of which the chair is made of. He felt cold sweat dripping down his forehead as he felt the uncomfortable feeling of shivers going down his spine.

His breathing became raspy, his academy's red uniform somehow became tighter around his neck. He felt like he was grasping the last strings of air in the room crowded with the other mentors, he felt like he was breathing just for the hell of it.

His chest started to squeeze so much it started to hurt him.

He couldn't get the air to tear through to his lungs, and for the first time in a long time Coriolanus' vision became blurry with tears.

He knew that she would be dead either way. She was from District 12 for God's sake! She was the weakest target. Her lack of throat-slicing, bloodthirsty, violent nature was going to be her downfall the moment she stepped into that arena.

She was quite small, weak even, but not like that was surprising to him. She came from the loser District. She was somehow a person who wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone kill someone. Even if it was a stranger.

He knew all of this, therefore he didn't have any reason to be surprised.

Yet it felt like he was going to choke on the uncomfortable, unbearable even, feeling of something in his throat as he felt cameras moving onto his face to capture the moment where a tribute lost a mentor. Or rather mentor losing their tribute. But this wasn't like the times before, with the other mentors, with his classmates, that left the room before him.

He knew that this is different. He felt it.

Coriolanus Snow was aware that he was supposed to have the control of his emotions like many times before.

Right now, what he was supposed to do is what was expected of him to do. Look into the camera and wave it off. Play it off as if he was just happy to be here. To play a modest, charming, bright and above all young Capitol citizen and to lean over toward Lucky Flickerman's microphone, that was already showed into his face, and to answer the questions with a charming smile pressed onto his face.

Yet he couldn't even look away from the screen on the wa in the middle of the room, let alone answer Lucky Flickerman's questions like many before him.

He watched her dead body on the floor in the middle of the arena with a shaky breath that left his lips without his permission.

Lucky Flickerman's questions rang next to his ear.

It seems like he was repeatedly asking him something yet Coriolanus somehow never heard him. Every noise in the room came into his ears as a form of beeping.

His vision blurry even tho he tried to stop it.

The only noise that seemed to constantly increase its volume is his ragged breathing.

Coriolanus watched as another tribute grabbed her body by the ankles as he started to drag her over to the pile of bodies that belonged to other deceased tributes.

Coriolanus watched her laid out hand dragging itself after her, her hair everywhere as one single tear slid down her eyes that were still open.

Haunting him.

Why didn't he do more? What didn't he save her? Why didn't she win? She should have won...

She should have won.

Coriolanus Snow didn't know how it happened and why was it happening.

He suddenly stood up, his hand gripping something in the pocket of his uniform, and without even spearing one glance towards Lucky Flickerman, Clemensia who tried to grab his shoulder before he did something stupid.

He didn't spare a glance at anyone for that matter as his legs carried him away from his chair, away from the room, away from the look of her dead body.

He walked out of the room as fast as he could, trying not to look at any cameras.

He pulled the handkerchief that she used before she was violently thrown into the games to fight for her own life.

It was still wet from her tears.

He felt his own tear dropping onto the handkerchief, mixing with her tears. The tears of his now forever lost tribute.

Coriolanus Snow promised something to himself that day.

When he gets married one day, he will do it out of profit, out of perhaps mutual interest, not out of love.

Never out of love.

Love he had for his tribute brought him here. It brought him this tight feeling in his chest that, no matter what happens or what he does, he can't get rid of.

As he wiped one lost tear with her (his) handkerchief, he promised himself to never loose control ever again.

Yet he knew one thing. Those eyes, hair and smile would haunt him forever, as long as he was alive, but he will gladly remember it. The last thing, along with the handkerchief, he had left of her. His love, his tribute, that died in the arena.

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Feel free to send asks and requests. Don't be shy. This is a safe space and no judgment zone. No hate of any kind on this blog will be tolerated.

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Måneskin Masterlist

Damiano David

Thomas Raggi

Ethan Torchio

Marvel Masterlist

Bucky Barnes

Eurovision Masterlist

Jan Rozmanowski/Jann

Bojan Cvjetićanin

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes Masterlist

Young!Coriolanus Snow

Sejanus Plinth

The Hunger Games Masterlist

Finnick Odair

Katniss Everdeen

Johanna Mason

Criminal Minds Masterlist

Spencer Reid

Taylor Swift Masterlist

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Descendants Masterlist

Squid Game Masterlist

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Characters that I refuse to write for:

Old!Coriolanus Snow (The Hunger Games) -> romantically [I do, however write for, young!Coriolanus Snow]

Seneca Crane (The Hunger Games)

Gale Hawthorne (The Hunger Games)

Lord Voldemort (Harry Potter)

Lucius Malfoy (Harry Potter)

Bellatrix Lestrange (Harry Potter)

Peter Pettigrew (Harry Potter)

Albus Dumbledore (Harry Potter)

Severus Snape (Harry Potter)

Thanos (Marvel)

John Walker (Marvel)

Nick Fury (Marvel)

...that's it for now

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Things I don't write about:

foot fetish

SA kinks

forced pregnancy

innocent!reader

yandere

dark![insert character]/dark!reader

incest

male!reader

romantic ships like Katniss x Haymitch or Peter Parker x Tony Stark...

gn!reader, black!reader or plus size!reader [I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING AGAINST IT, I just don't want to offend anybody by writing something I don't know about ♥︎]

romanticizing depression, anxiety, SA, SH and such

Eurovision Masterlist

✭ - smut

♡ - fluff

➳ - angst

۵ - hurt/comfort

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Jan Rozmanowski/Jann

Gladiator - People find it hard to believe that Jan wrote Gladiator for you and his relationship with you, but once they look in the lyrics a bit better it all makes sense. [♡۵]

Perfection - Once Jan and you reveal your two years of relationship, you get hate comments and feel very insecure. However, Jan isn't having that. [♡۵]

So This Is Love - Jann noticed you randomly during one of his gigs. Eventually, you both realize that you will be competing in Eurovision as you start to date and experience the love you have for each other. [♡✭]

The Muse - Your next job was do design a new costume for a possible Eurovision star, but you never expected to fall in love with anything more than just his performance. [♡]

Pair Skating - Jan didn't have any problem with you switching to pair skating because of your injury... until he does. [♡]

Begging For It - dom!Jann smut [✭]

Birthday Surprises - On the day of your birthday, you just couldn't feel more loved. [♡]

Bojan Cvjetićanin

Ona - Bojan wrote this song about you and preformed it at one of the bands concerts for the first time. Through the song he started to spill his feelings for you for the first time after your breakup and you have a few thoughts. [➳]

Marvel Masterlist

✭ - smut

♡ - fluff

➳ - angst

۵ - hurt/comfort

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Bucky Barnes

"Who the hell is Bucky?"

Young Romanoff - Natasha's sister has to train with none other than the Hydra's most precious soldier as a part of the Black Widow Program. [➳]

I can't believe that I'm saying this, but.... I will be taking Coriolanus Snow x reader requests because Tom Blyth is just too FINEEE!!

Can you please do a Damiano fell in love with his long time friend/band mate (reader) who is the backup singer (bc their voices complement each others perfectly) and writes a song about her and sings it to her on stage, confessing his love. (the other band mates know abt it).

I’m in my delusional era

Only Angel | Damiano David

Pairing: Damiano David x fem!reader (Måneskin bandmate)

Summary: You were in love with him for a very long time, but you didn't know that he loved you back. Until he decided to do something about it.

Warning/s: pet name (angel), just a little bit of good all angst, smut +18, degradation, teasing, prising, dom/sub, few curse words, mentions of alcohol and weed, cigarettes, mentions of one night stands, grammar and spelling mistakes, Google translated Italian (sorry, please tell me in the comments if I made any mistakes so I can fix them)

Author's note: This one's been a long time coming, but enjoy!

I saw this angel

I really saw an angel

Open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see

That I'm still the only one who's been in love with me

I'm just happy getting you stuck in between my teeth

And there's nothing I can do about it

Damiano could still remember the first time he met her.

She was the first singer that Måneskin (Back then just Victoria and Thomas) recruited for the band. He could remember it as if it was yesterday.

His hands were sweating as hell as he walked through the hallway of a "made up", improved studio that belongs to the future, back-then-still-in-making, rock band Måneskin. He remembered how nervous he was, but that nervousness compared to the one he experienced as he walked into the studio was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not a big deal at all.

As he reached his stop, he looked up and saw a guy with blonde hair messing with his guitar, and he saw a blonde haired girl standing next to him, watching him. They didn't notice him just yet.

Damiano turned his head away from them and decided to focus his gaze on a girl sitting in a chair with a pen and journal in her hands, ashtray sitting on the armrest of the chair. She was lightly gripping the pen as she wrote and crossed and scrambled the words on a piece of paper in the journal. Her (h/l) (h/c) covered her eyes slightly. He could clearly see her red lips moving, even tho she had a half finished cigarette in her mouth. She was probably mumbling the word of the, what was probably, a song she was writing.

She was mumbling so quietly, but somehow he could still hear her voice. It was beautiful, he felt like he was falling into a trans. He felt himself freezing like a deer in headlights when he saw her look up at him.

Her face steached into a smile, cigarette no longer lingering on her lips as she reached out and placed it on an ashtray. Her (e/c) shining like the sun, her hair no longer covering them from him. She stood up and started to walk up to him. That's the moment when Vic and Thomas noticed him, too.

He noticed the grace she was carrying herself with. It was as if she was floating. It was a sight to behold for sure.

"Ciao! Tu devi essere Damiano David." [Hi! You must be Damiano David.] She said and he felt like his breath was knocked out of his lungs when he heard her angelic voice speak to him.

"SÌ. Quello... sono io." [Yes. That's me.] He stuttered for a bit and that shocked him to his core. He never stuttered before, it felt weird. He didn't like that.

"Sorprendente. Io sono (Y/N) e loro sono Thomas e Victoria." [Amazing. I'm (Y/N) and this is Thomas and Victoria.] She introduced herself, Thomas and Vic.

And so, after a few quick hellos were exchanged, they pulled him in front of the mic and they preformed one song with him and one where he had to sing alone. It turned out that (Y/N) and he sing together perfectly. Their voices simply sound so good together. However, since that day something followed Damiano. Something that he couldn't quite place for a little bit.

Broke a finger knocking on your bedroom door

I got splinters in my knuckles crawling across the floor

Couldn't take you home to mother in a skirt that short

But I think that's what I like about it

She's an angel

Only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

Over the years Damiano and (Y/N) started to get closer and closer to each other.

At first it was innocent, truly. The two of them would talk with each other more than they would with Vic, Thomas or Ethan. Everyone soon noticed how close they were. They started to become very good friends. They had a lot of thing in common. They liked the same music, the same artists, everything! They somehow never ran out of topics to have a conversation about. It was amazing, really.

They would go out to get coffee, pizza, they went to bars and local parties together. They would come to each other's houses and just watch TV and get drunk or, sometimes even, high. They would drink some shitty wine that they would find in some shitty liquor store and would fall asleep on top of each other on the couch.

They would write and sing songs with each other. They liked each other's voices, but most of all, they liked how they sounded together. A match made in heaven, indeed.

However, over the years something changed. As they grew, the band did, too and so did their feelings for one another. Damiano watched everything she did whenever she was in his presence. He practically adored the ground she was walking on. It was amazing to experience. And to watch, too.

Vic was the first one to notice, of course. She would easily notice the longing glances that they would send each other while they thought that nobody was looking. She tried to talk to them about it. They would just brush it off.

"She is just my best friend, come on, Vic!"

"He's just a friend to me. Nothing more!"

Of course, Vic wasn't stupid, and neither were Thomas and Ethan. They soon figured what was up, too. The three musicians really tried everything in their power to get them to know what the other was feeling, but it felt like it was impossible to do that.

The problem was that Damiano and (Y/N) thought that the other didn't like them like that. And so from one problem, another one was born.

One night stands.

They both thought that if they see other people they could push their feelings away. However, when did that work out?

Damiano could still remember it. He walked down the hallway of the hotel that they were staying in because of their performance in New York. He watched her and some random guy practically eat each other's faces as she started to push him into her hotel room.

The last thing that he saw were the stains of red lipstick before he started doing it two.

I must admit I thought I'd like to make you mine

As I went about my business through the warning signs

End up meeting in the hallway every single time

And there's nothing we can do about it

Damiano had officially had enough. Watching her bringing guy after guy in her hotel room, him bringing girl after girl. It was too much. He couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't just stand aside as he watched and heard everything those guys did when it should be him doing it to his angel.

So one night he gathered his courage and knocked on her door so hard he almost got splinters in his knuckles from the wooden door. The moment she opened the door he spilled his feelings to her and so this is how they ended up there.

Damiano was quick to notice a bruise in the corner of her neck. Her pathetic attempt to cover it with her hair was not doing it. He felt anger fill his body to the brim. He knew that he had no reason to be angry, she wasn't his. Perhaps that was what angered him.

"You seem angry." (Y/N) was quick to point it out, her face forming a concerned look. "Why are you mad?"

"I'm not mad." Damiano spat out, proving her point. "I just think that you can choose better people to share spit with, angel. That's all."

"Excuse me?!" (Y/N) couldn't help but to yell in his face in the middle of the hallway. "What the hell is wrong with you, Damiano?"

"Was it worth it?" He asked her, his voice dangerously low. It send shivers down her spine.

"Is you hating me right now your new personality trait?"

She knew that that wasn't justified. She knew how bold of her that was. She knew that he didn't actually hate her, at least she hoped that he didn't. The truth was that she grew nervous under his gaze. His gaze, his tone, sudden realization of what he was talking about... it made her nervous as hell. She didn't know what to do.

"Was it worth it?" He kept his voice low and she knew that she couldn't avoid the topic any longer as much as she wanted to.

"I don't know what to say, Damiano."

"Oh, don't bullshit me, (Y/N)!" Damiano's voice rang in the hallway of the huge hotel in the middle of New York. He didn't give a flying fuck that it was night. That her "neighbors" were probably asleep. He didn't care about anything but his angel.

"Watcing you with so many guys who can't give you what I can... it draw me crazy." He finally confessed as he watched her in science of the hallway, frozen, confused. "You still don't get it, do you? It's because I love you."

"Now I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't feel the same way." Damiano told her as he pinned her against the door of her bedroom. Her breath getting stuck in her throat as she listened to his rough voice speak. "Just then I will leave you alone."

"I can't." She whispered, feeling so small compared to him right now.

"And why is that, angel."

"Because... I'm not even gonna lie, I'm just so fucking obsessed with you, you have no idea."

That's all he needed.

Told it to her brother and she told it to me

That she's gonna be an angel, just you wait and see

When it turns out she's a devil in between the sheets

And there's nothing she can do about it

Hey, hey

His lips felt so familiar yet so unknown to her. His breathing had become more strained.

"Damn it all to hell, if I don't get to have you tonight then I'm never going to be able to have you."

"Who says it has to be that way." (Y/N) said as she gasped in pleasure as he started to suck the skin on her neck.

His muscles tensed with every thrust. She finally allowed herself to sink into the mattress, into her pillow. She finally allowed herself to have him and for him to have her. She felt his hands flattering against her spine as he drew her closer to him as if that was physically possible.

"Arch your back for me, angel."

She felt herself gasping in pleasure as she did what he asked her to do. It was hard for him to contain his own sounds, too, as he pumped his thick throbbing cock into her at a constant pace.

"Please..." she was getting overwhelmed with him continuously hitting the right spot deep inside of her.

He grabbed her ankles and lifted her ankles to place them around his waist. She was practically screaming as he continued to split her wet pussy at rapid speed. She continued to shudder as he sped up his pace.

"Bet you they don't make you sound like that, do they, angel?"

"Ah- I-"

"Do they!?"

"NOO!" She barely gasped. "They don't... only you can do- ahh- this to mee!"

She openly moaned, screaming as Damiano's cock started swelling and stretching her tight pussy even more then before. And as her orgasm hit, she began to cry. He didn't care, he continued to thrust repeatedly, no signs of stopping or at least slowing down.

"I want you to remember everything fucking seconds of this."

She was overstimulated, but the tears of pleasure continued to flow.

He suddenly pulled out, erotic sound of cum mixed together filled the deafening silence in her room. He's fiery kisses started to trail down to her soaked pussy. Soon he started to suck her clit, but he moved away when he felt your hands on his head. He removed his tongue as he repositioned himself near your ass.

"Mhh!" (Y/N) tried to gain her voice back so she could speak again. "Don't! Too much!"

"Shhh... my beautiful angel." He cooed to her. "I'm sure that you've got one more in you. Will you be a good little angel and take what I have to give you?" His words were mocking and teasing at the same time as she nodded her head as much as she could before she pushed herself further into her pillow.

"Good girl."

He slowly began to enter her again, he was lubricated by her dripping juices. The thrusts began to increase again as she screamed his name, shaking. However, soon she found herself moving to meet his rough, pleasurable thrusts, which synchronized.

She was drowning in pleasure, she couldn't comprehend what was happening anymore. However she knew one thing, every time that fat cock hit her cervix, she got closer and closer to her much needed release.

She's an angel

Only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

She's an angel

Only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight

Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight

Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight

The stadium was big. The light were truly blinging (Y/N). The adrenaline was pumping through your veins. She was so happy, so full of euphoria even tho her throat felt so sore from all the singing and her muscles were hurting her.

On the other hand Damiano felt like he was going to faint. Yes, he was euphoric and happy, too. He was so happy and excited for the even bigger future of Måneskin, but he felt nervous.

For years he was in love with this girl. He always gave his best to express it as best as he possibly could. But nothing felt good enough. His angel deserved the world, even more so. He loved her so much the fraze "to the moon and back" simply couldn't cut it.

So he decided to express his love for her in a way that he did best. He wrote her a song. And so with a deep breath, and Victoria's pep talk before he went on the stage, he stepped forward.

"How are we feeling tonight, LA!?" Damiano shouted and his shout was followed by screaming and clapping of the fans.

"So tonight you are going to hear a song you have never heard before!! You excited!!??"

Damiano had to cover his ears a little because the screaming of the fans became a little bit too much. Still he found himself laughing with excitement. Like he always did. He looked a little to the side where (Y/N) was standing so he could take a little peak at her face. Confused was not a good enough word to explain the look on her face when she heard what Damiano had said and Vic, Thomas nor Ethan didn't say anything. He wrote a song? Without me? (Y/N) though to herself.

"This song I will sing alone." Damiano said and (Y/N) got even more confused.

"You see, I met this girl a long time ago and I felt like I loved her the moment I saw her. I wanted to express my love to her and to the entire world so I wrote this song for her." Damiano continued.

The crowd was already loosing their minds as Damiano stepped took the microphone form it's stand, but when Damiano said the next words and started singing all hell broke loose.

"This song is for you, (Y/N). My only angel."

She's an angel

Only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

She's an angel

My-my-my only angel

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In the honor of 1989 (Taylor's Version) being owned by mother, should I start (finally) writing about her?

Can I request Dom jann x fem reader smut? hehe I'd imagine him whispering and prasing oh my lordd

Begging For It | Rozmanowski/Jann

Pairing: Jan Rozmanowski/Jann x reader

Summary: the requests, basically

Warning: SMUT, if you're not +18 go away, prising, dirty talk, porn without plot, cursing, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: You all are really dragging me to hell with you, aren't you? Here it is, I hope you enjoy it (but not too much 🤨) and I'm sorry that it's so short.

"That's it, moan into that pillow." His hot breath was close to your ear. Too close even. His lips were gracing over your right ear as he spoke to you while you continued to helpless whine into the pillow of your bed, tightly gripping your sheets.

"Shh, baby." His hand ran over yours, gripping the sheets on your bed with you. "You're going so well, taking me so well- God you're so fucking tight." You cried out at his prises.

You've been going at it for hours, the man really had an amazing stamina. And every single time that you thought he would slow down, he surprised you. He didn't slow down, if everything he was getting faster and faster, harder and harder. You felt like you were being ripped apart. The pleasure was overwhelming and you were feeling very overstimulated.

Tears were streaming down your face as he took you from behind, leaving trails of his hot, wet kisses down your spine. His hand started to slide up to your hair and soon enough you felt him grip into your hair as he slowly lifted your red face from the pillow.

"You gonna be good and take what I give you?" He kissed your salty tears away as his hot, bothered breath caressed your face.

The only thing you could do is slowly nodd, overwhelmed with burning pleasure. He showed your face back in the pillow as he kept a tight grip around your neck with one hand. His other hand held onto your ass cheeks as he continued to mercilessly thrust his hips into you.

"Ah- I'm gonna-" You shout into the pillow was followed by another pornographyc moan as he continued to roughly slam into you.

"Go ahead." He growled to you, leaning down towards your face. "Gonna be a good little girl and take everything I give. Yes, of course you will because you are so fucking needy and desperate, aren't you?"

You could feel the bubble in your stomach bursting as you came so hard, it almost hurt. Despite that, he continued to ram into you as he chased his own release. And soon enough, he came crushing down along with you. For a while, the two of you were just laying there, him on top of you. As he pulled out of you, you could feel the mess that the two of you made leaking out of you.

Out of nowhere, he quickly turned you around. Hovering above you. He slowely leaned down to your ear and as you still tried to catch your breath he whispered slowly to your ear.

"I hope that you know that we aren't even CLOSE to being done."

Hi can I request another jann rozmanowski x fem (Figure skater reader) Where Jann is jealous of another figure skater talking/flirting with the reader? Really love your work!

Pair Skating | Jan Rozmanowski/Jann

Pairing: Jan Rozmanowski/Jann x reader (figure skater!reader)

Summary: Jan didn't have any problem with you switching to pair skating because of your injury... until he does.

Warning/s: a bit of jealously, PDA, mention of injury, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: Here it is! Finally!! So sorry for the long wait. I hope you enjoy this and thank you for your kind comment!🤗❤️

It was hard for both you and Jan at first.

For as long as you rememberd you were always skating solo. Alone. You were one of the best known figure skaters in the world. You won many titles and there were were few people who didn't know your name. Loved and known by many, adored by many, admired by many, envied by many.

Your flexibility, speed and durability are the qualities that got you were you are right know. You were doing it alone and you were doing it good. Amazing even. You could always hear people whispering around you everywhere you went. Leopard, thay called you. Your ability to be fast and strong got you that nickname. And just like leopards, you traveled alone.

But even the best animals in the wilderness have their downs. On one gloomy Saturday morning you were injured during your trainings. You didn't see it coming, nobody did, truth to be told, but it happened. So fast.

You were quickly transported to the nearest hospital and your twisted ankle was at bay.

Jan, your boyfriend, almost had a heart attack. He was in Poland at that time and you knew that not even your convincing words would stop him from taking the plane and flying off to you.

At first it all went fine. Your ankle was recovering pretty quickly and you accidentally felt great. You could stand on your own again and you could walk around normally again. Very soon, you could even run! It was too good to be true. You felt like you were ready to step back onto the ice and your trainer agreed, but on one condition. For the time being, you had to switch to pair skating.

It wasn't going to be for forever! Your trainer insisted on it for your own safety. Until you were completely healed and back in your old condition. You didn't mind it at all! It was perfect. You didn't have to be all alone and you would feel safer with completely healthy skating partner. You weren't the one who had any problems with it. It was Jan who didn't really like the idea of it.

Don't get it wrong here, he actually loved the fact that you would be safe, especially considering your current state because of your injury. He loved the excitement and enthusiasm that you showed every time that was brought up in the conversation. Jan loved the idea of it, actually. Until he didn't. More precisely, up until your new skating partner decided that it would be a good idea to flirt with you.

Jan wasn't someone who gets jealous easily. He came to your training sessions every time you invited him. He was fine with your new skating partner, Liam, and you doing a bit more mature programs and everything. He didn't mind the touches, the holding, the closeness, he was pretty sure that he wouldn't even mind if you just had to kiss Liam because of the performance. Why? Because he trusted you completely and he knew that that would never change. He even had the trust in Liam to not make any moves on you up until one day.

You called Jan to pick you up after your practice because your car was taken by your parent for a day and so you didn't have a way to come home. Jan was delighted to come and get you. He walked into the building, security guard recognized him and let him in. He was walking down the hallway towards the training room.

The moment he walked in he could see you both. Liam and you were talking to each other as you drank your water totally obvious to Liam's pathetic attempts to flirt with you. Jan slowly started to walk towards the two of you, not realizing that he was even moving before he reached you.

"Hello, Liam." Jan greeted with the fire in his eyes as he slung his arm over your shoulders. Liam eyed him a bit, his whole face just radiating "annoyed". Despite of that, he greeted Jan back and continued to mindlessly flirt with you in front of him. You didn't realize what was going on as the conversation kept going. However you could guess what was up as Jan started to touch you in front of Liam more. It started out as him slowly pulling you towards him, then wrapping his arms around you and finally he started to kiss the back of your neck.

"I think it's time to go, my love." Jan spoke up after few more minutes, you still in his arms as he turned to Liam.

"Liam." He nodded at him before pulling you away, but not before kissing you passionately, roughly even, as you exited the training room. Jan was very aware of Liam angrily staring at his back as he took your breath away with the kiss. He couldn't help but to smirk at the thought of it.

"What was that all about?" You asked him as you walked down the hall, holding hands. Not like you weren't aware of what happened, but you just wanted him to say it.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He told you, innocently, but you knew better. One thing was for sure. You weren't going to give up on this.

"On you know." You started to explain, clearly teasing him. "The touches, the neck kisses and that kiss you gave me just a minute ago."

"Oh, that." He stuttered a bit. "It was nothing."

"You were jealous." You finally said it, smirking at the blush on his cheeks. "Weren't you?"

"No, I wasn't." He immediately denied it and your suspicion was 100% confirmed.

You placed both of your hands on his face as you gave him a sweet kiss, nothing similar to the passionate, hungry, even lustful one that he gave you in front of Liam.

"Oh my God, you are SO jealous!"

"No, I am not!!"

Ona | Bojan Cvjetićanin

Pairing: Bojan Cvjetićanin x reader

Summary: Bojan wrote this song about you and preformed it at one of the bands concerts for the first time. Through the song he started to spill his feelings for you for the first time after your breakup and you have a few thoughts.

Warning/s: possible grammar and spelling mistakes, mention of mental breakdown, maybe one curse word, bad breakup.

Author's note: Here is one for out golden retriever beautiful boy. I hope that you enjoy this one! Feel free to send in requests if you want me to make something specific with him. Oh and, btw, here is the translation for this amazing song. Your welcome. 😉

It was so bright out there, it started to hurt your eyes a little bit. You were standing somewhere in the middle of the crowd watching the love of your love. The love of your life... that you decided to let go because you felt like you weren't good enough.

You were attending yet another Joker Out's concert, but it felt different this time. Maybe because Bojan and you weren't together anymore.

Joker Out was here, in Croatia's capital city of Zagreb. This was the next stop for their concert. This is where the two of you met. Right here in Zagreb on a hot, sunny day in a crowded city. In your hometown. In the breathing country where you were born and raised in.

So here you were. In your hometown where Joker Out was performing. The first time that you heard that they will be performing in Zagreb, it felt like someone punched you in the stomach. But then you felt something different, you felt the need to see him again. Even if he doesn't take a notice in you as you stood in the middle of the crowd that was dancing and singing along. So you decided to go.

The moment that they stepped onto the stage you felt like you would cry. You missed them all so much. You somehow found the strength deep in your soul to look at Bojan. And so you did. He was just so gorgeous. He looked even better then when he did on the day that you left him (Lana Del Rey anyone? No? Okay...). He still had long hair, he was tall and just oh, so handsome. You noticed one thing however, his playful and mesmerizing, so radiant, smile or his playful smirk wasn't pressed onto his face like it always was. It worried you, truly. You watched as they got in their possession and as Bojan took the microphone.

"So... for the first song I will be singing something that hasn't been released just yet." He spoke in Serbian (it's actually very similar to Croatian, you know?) as he watched the crowd go wild with excitement as they claped and shouted and screamed with pure joy, with pure excitement.

"This song is also very special to me." He said, his voice was deep as he looked down in what seems to be sadness.

"It's about a very special person about who, I hate to admit it, I didn't get over and I don't think that I ever will." He paused for a moment so he could take a deep breath so he could continue to speak. "I met her right here, actually. In the beautiful Zagreb a year ago and I can honestly say that I fell for her harder then I ever did for anyone." The crowd was cheering, screaming, in excitement as Bojan introduced Joker Out's unrelated song.

"This one is for her." He said as the rest of the bend slowly started to play the chords. You felt your last bit of your breath leave your lungs as you felt tears pricking in your eyes, your vision getting blurry. You couldn't move. You couldn't breathe. You couldn't think.

But once he met your eyes deep in the crowd, where you stood, just as he started to sing, you felt like you were going to collapse.

Hodam opet njenom ulicom

Brutalno se vuče otkad nisam više s njom

Stanem ispod njenog prozora

Jedna njena senka da me spasi očaja

Bojan was walking around the dark cornered alley in the middle of the night. It must have been midnight by now. As he walked, he could see his breath in the cold of the Zagreb's winter, cold night. As he watched his breath become visible in the cold, dark night, he found himself pulling his dark coat closer to himself. It was truly a good attempt to keep himself from freezing.

Before he knew it, he found himself walking along the familiar road. The road that he walked along too many times to count, but right now, he was all alone. He looked up so he could be met face to face with the moon. It was shining so brightly in the middle of the dark night's sky. It was staring right at him, it seemed like it was mocking him. It was mocking his heartbreak and his loneliness. It was mocking him.

Suddenly, as Bojan looked down, he felt like the last breath was knocked out of his lungs. You were skipping along the frozen road, your steps quickly increasing as you went towards your apartment.

He felt like a staker, even though he wasn't one. He slowely started to go after you, something was pulling him towards you. That invisible pull was there again, just like it first appeared when he saw you for the first time.

After a while, you finally came into your apartment. You leaned against the window with a heavy sigh. Bojan could see you from the street and as he watched you he felt like he was suffocating.

Bojan loved you. You know what? Scratch that. He loves you. He longs for you. He wants you to be safe and as he watched you quitly from down below, he once again exposed his pain for the Croatian girl to the moon. To the moon, to the darkes and the cold winter in the middle of the street.

Nisam ni zaslužio da završimo uživo

Jedna poruka i via more

Snegovi u avgustu sad po meni padaju

Dok tebe sunce greje, mi amore

It felt like it was a good day. Truly. Bojan and you went out to get lunch and to explore the city. You were just hanging out together and it felt so good to do it. However, all good things have to come to an end.

Bojan didn't expect it at all. It struck him like a bolt of lightning. Out of nowhere, just when you think the day is going to be beautiful, and it hit hard. Really hard. In fact, it hit so hard it hurt.

"I'm sorry, Bojan. I really don't want to do this, but I think it's for the best if we break up."

That was it. Bojan could still remember those words echoing in his mind even though you never said them out loud. You told him this through text messages and maybe that's why it hurts even more than it would if you told him that to his face.

You loved him so much. You still love him so much that it hurts. Joker Out was starting to be a big band that has so much potential, and with that came so much more fame. You just didn't want to be in the way. You felt like you weren't good enough for him. You felt like he could do, and deserves, so much better than you. You were so happy with him, in fact, you were happier than you have ever been. But you didn't want to be in the way. So you made a hard choice.

Nobody could ever know, nobody could ever describe the pain, suffering and all that misery that you felt that day. That miserable feeling you felt when you pressed that little "send" button on your phone. As you watched the message being sent, you cried so much that it felt like you were going to collapse. After that you cut all of the contacts with him.

It was for his own good, that's what you told yourself. It's what you always told yourself as you broke down in the middle of your bedroom floor.

Znaj, bebo, znaj

Celu noć sam plakao zbog tebe

Taj osećaj

Da za mene živo ti se jebe

Ubija me

Bojan felt like a part of his soul was ripped away from his body as he read that message over and over again. He cried so much it started to hurt. He has never felt this way before. He hated to admit it, but he has never loved anyone as much as he loves you. It was intoxicating, but most of all it was painful and infuriating.

It lasted too long. Jan didn't know what to do anymore. Bojan just kept on crying, he was crying for so long, in fact, it was already dark outside. Jan was afraid that something was going to happen to him if he doesn't do something. And quick. It looked like Bojan wasn't breathing anymore. His broken soul didn't allow him to take a break, even just so he could breathe.

So Jan panicked and before he knew it, he was calling you up. He watched Bojan from the other room as the grip on his phone tightened. He found himself silently begging you to pick up your damn phone and answer him.

And so you did. After the millionth ring and after about two hundred messages later. You picked up the phone.

Jan told you everything. You were crying before he called you and it took everything in your power to not break down while being on the phone call with Bojan's band mate and your friend. You were practically kicking yourself for your decision, but there wasn't much that you could do.

From that day on, Jan tried everything in his power to get you two to at least meet. And for the first time, in a very long time, he succeeded. He managed to convince you to come to their concert.

In the city where you met.

Znaj, bebo, znaj

Celu noć sam plakao zbog tebe

Taj osećaj

Da za mene živo ti se jebe

Ubija me

Ubija me

As Bojan sang the last few chords of the song, he never broke the eye contact. You felt a few tears betraying you as they ran down your cheeks. Before you knew it, you found yourself whispering the words for which you barely found the strength to say.

"Celu noć si plakao zbog mene." You said, practically out of breath. It felt like you were kicked in your stomach as he continued to hold your gaze. You felt more tears as you found yourself repeating the words you just said.

"Celu noć si plakao zbog mene..." You couldn't do this to yourself anymore. You couldn't do this to him anymore. It was too much. The pain and suffering was getting out of hand.

You had to fix this.

I need more Jann x reader.

Like reader being fashion designer and u know they are talking and all and like each other.

Like write whatever you want just those things include pls

The Muse | Jan Rozmanowski/Jann

Pairing: Jan Rozmanowski/Jann x reader (fashion designer!reader)

Summary: Your next job was do design a new costume for a possible Eurovision star, but you never expected to fall in love with anything more than just his performance.

Warning/s: possible grammar and spelling mistakes, short fic

Author's note: This one was long overdue, but it's finally here. I'm sorry that it's too short, but I do hope that you like it! Enjoy!

You were surrounded by mess. But, just to humor yourself so you could feel a little bit better about your situation, you loved to call this kind of mess a "creative/organized mess". Like I said, it made you feel a little bit better. So now, as you looked around the room you were currently in, you couldn't help but to sigh in exhaustion.

You were answering phone calls and writing your ideas and drawing sketches for your newest designs. You were just so swarmed with work, you didn't even have time to go out sometimes. So yeah, you could say that your social life was nonexistent.

It didn't help you when your boss practically broke down the door as he barged in your office. He told you that he had a new job for you and at first you felt like you seriously wanted to murder yourself. You had enough stuff to do as it is and you were really hoping that nothing was going to pile on. Guess you were wrong.

But on the second thought, you didn't find your new task to be as bad as you thought that it would be once you finally found out what was going on. Your newest task/job was to design a special costume for a possible competition in Eurovision song contest 2023. You already got the person's measurements and you even got the pictures along with the measurements and everything else that you could possibly need.

Later that day, the moon was already hight up in the middle of the sky and it felt like it was there just so it could mock your tiredness from work. With another heavy sigh and a cup of coffee in your right hand you slouched down on your chair by your desk in the office. You placed the cup of coffee on the table and started to open your files. You opened the file about your newest costumer. More precisely, you were looking for the pictures your boss gave you along with the folder.

It was safe to say that it felt like your last breath was knocked out of your lungs. The guy for whom you were supposed to design the costume for Eurovision song contest was bloody handsome. No. That was too weak of the word to express his looks. He was gorgeous. Even that was barely enough. He was tall as heck and his eyes were so hypnotizing, it enchanted you. His hair was long, darker brown, and it was perfectly falling onto his shoulders. You flipped throw some of the pictures and you got an idea. The way that he was looking fight into the camera, it did something to you. It felt as if he was staring right into your soul. On that photo he was also wearing eyeliner and that's what gave you the idea. The dark, hypnotizing look with few drops of liquid eyeliner.

You quickly grabbed your pencil and your sketchbook, placing the photos and his measurements in front of you as you threw yourself into your work. You started to draw the mannequin first. Then you started to draw the design for the costume. You started out with plain leather jacket and leather jeans. You decided that everything should be black. After you had that, you started to think of the way to make it stand out.

And that's when you rememberd something. You could just use something silver. At first you thought about putting jewelry on the costume, but you didn't want it to stop there. You picked up your pencil once again after taking a few, well more than a few, laps around your office. You took your sketch book, too, and you started to draw silver chains all over the costume.

You looked out of your window as you drew the last line on the costume and noticed that sun was slowly rising. You quickly grabbed a mannequin and some fabric and chains, and basically everything that you needed as you continued to work on it. After two hours your work was finally done.

The next day you were on your way to the studio where Jan Rozmanowski was supposed to meet you and was supposed to try on the costume for the first time. You carried the costume out of your car after you paked it not that far away from the entrance of the studio. Then you started to walk in through the door. You took the first turn to the left, just like you were told to do and there he was in all his glory.

You thought that he looked even better in person and once his eyes found yours you felt like there was no air in the room for a few seconds.

"Hello." You greeted him, a little bit nervously. "My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and I'm a fashion designer that had to design the clothes for your performance."

"Hi!" He greeted you cheerfully as he approached you to give you a hug, that took you a bit off guard, but you were happy to return the hug none the less. "So nice to meet you, I'm Jan Rozmanowski or just Jann."

After the introduction and everything, you gave him the costume so he could try it on. Luckily, it fit perfectly.

Over the time, you would come to his performance and you would talk after, but not just about the clothes or the performance or about that. You were talking about all the personal stuff. You were talking to each other like you knew each other forever. It was silly truly, but you felt like you were slowly but surely falling in love. You really liked him and you were hoping that somehow he liked you more than a friend, too.

Jan would buy you a bunch of your favorite flowers as a thank you for everything that you did to help him. He would call you to get coffee with him. He also always, no matter what, invited you to his every rihursal, every gig, every performance. And you were always there.

After he found out that he will be presenting Poland in Eurovision he got so excited that, as soon as he could, he jumped down from the stage and kissed you.

Soon enough you started to date. You were his inspiration and he was yours, too. You were deeply in love with your muse.

Am I allowed to request an ask for Damiano about his SO being taken advantaged of by an ex a few years before they started dating so when she tells Dami he shows her what a first time was and is supposed to look like

Only of your comfortable with this tho

How It's Supposed To Look Like | Damiano David

Pairing: Damiano David x reader

Summary: After being abused by your ex, you finally tell Damiano what happened and he shows you how the loving relationship should really be like.

Warning/s: Mentions of abuse and SA - read at your own risk, smut (but like not very explicit), alcohol problems, mentions of fights, bruises and cuts, crying, possible grammar and spelling mistakes, very short fic (sorry) 😔

Author's note: So this is kind of the first time that I am writing this, so I don't know if it's any good. However, I do hope that you enjoy this. Thank you for the request and have a good day/night!

It was always hard for you to show much affection after what happened to you. It felt like forever since it happened, but at the same time it felt like it didn't. It felt like it was yesterday or two days ago the most.

You met your ex in a classic way. You were in a bar, dancing with your friends when you met him. He charmed you and you felt like everything couldn't be more perfect. Until it wasn't. You were dating him for 2 years and after the first year he started to get abusive. You never expected that from him. He was always so sweet and kind and gentle with you. You thought that he could never bring you any harm. You were wrong, sadly.

At first it was yelling. He would pick up a fight from nothing at all, but he was just so angry all the time and he needed to take his anger out. You just never expected it to be taken out on you. Then he started to drink more. He would come home from work and yell at you for nothing or he would come home drunk and pick up more endless fights. But then it started to get worse. He didn't stop at just shouting or yelling or getting drunk and constantly picking up fights. He started to physically abuse you.

As you remember this, as you talk to Damiano about this for the first time in forever, you could still remember the bruises and cuts as you spoke about it.

You could still remember how he would beat you up after he came home drunk. There were points of your life where you had to try to fight back, but couldn't. There were points in your life where you would run as fast as you could and quickly locked yourself up in another room. You remember times when you were violently shaking and crying as you listened to him as he tried to break down the door behind which you were hiding. You remember praying to whoever heard you to keep you safe, to keep you alive. Because there were times when you were afraid that he would kill you.

You couldn't stop yourself from crying as Damiano heard you say this. He held you, as you trembled and shook and cried. He tried to contain his own tears and heartache as he listened to you opening up about it for the first time.

The day after, he would come running back to you and beg you for forgiveness. He would tell you that he loves you. You knew better. You knew that it was a lie, but you couldn't do anything about it. You couldn't escape.

You remembered the days where you would be standing in front of the bathroom mirror for hours, trying to cover up the mess he made out of you every day. Nobody noticed anything, nobody heard anything. Nobody knew anything.

Until one night when he came home more drunk than usually. That night he forced you to do something you really didn't want to. As you rememberd this moment, you could still hear your bloody screaming. You could still feel your body trembling. You could still remember that empty feeling, full of sadness, full of hopelessness.

This was it, you thought to yourself, he is going to kill me tonight.

You never felt such, dare you say relief in your life. You felt like you were finally saved when the cops started to bang on the door. Your neighbor, a nice elderly man, heard your screams that were trying to be silenced by your ex, and called the cops.

"I don't know what to say." Damiano said as you finished talking. "I can't find the words to say how sorry I am that that had to happen to you, amore."

"It's fine." As you said that, your voice raspy from crying, you felt Damiano shake his head against you, but you continued to talk. "Nobody can do anything about it anymore." You said, bud Damiano didn't agree.

"We'll see about that." Damiano said as he turned to look at you and he found you looking at him in confusion. "We can try to do it if you want to." You looked at him in shock for a brief moment.

"Of course, we don't have to, we don't need to do it if you don't fell 100% ready." Damiano quickly explained as you listened to him speak. "But if you want to, I can show you how much I love you and how you deserve to be treated. He was an idiot to do that to you. I can show you how it's supposed to feel like. If you want me to."

For a brief moment you were speechless, but you realized that you want to try. You realized that you want to give yourself to him because he truly loves you, and is so patient with you and doesn't rush you into anything.

And so you agreed.

The rest of the night was spent with passion and, most importantly, love. He was stopping every few seconds at first, constantly worrying if you were all right and if you wanted to stop and if you were comfortable. You felt like you could cry from happiness. You loved him so much your heart was hurting you.

He was so gentle with you, whispering prises to you all night long, kissing every single inch of your body. He was making you fall in love with your body and with him all over again, and you loved him more than anything for it.

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@opal-rugger

so uhh here's a list cuz there's a bunch for Jann cuz yeah he's Jann

Mornings with him

traveling with him

movie night

date night

night time routine (like face masks on eachother)

Jann meeting reader at a gig, they see eachother at a store and Jann recognizes R and they get eachothers phonenumber and they start hanging out and eventually dating (maybe a lil smut or a lot)

Marvel!AU OR Game of Thrones!AU or even as a Sith in Star Wars!AU

After Date Night (could be part 2 to date night and this is SMUTTY AF)

maybe another song of his like you did with Gladiator

Jann with hippie!reader cuz I never see a damn hippie reader (but not like crazy and unhygienic hippies, yk what I mean)

unable to sleep and Jann helps (fluff, and/or smut or maybe even to versions)

CUDDLES

going with him to Eurovision (imagine he actually went), maybe him winning Eurovision and at the hotel after (maybe extreme fluff or very very very smutty)

Jann's instagram when R and him are dating

R being sick and Jann takes care

Jann being sick and R takes care

R gets hurt and Jann gets a little help crazy like wont let her do a lot without him near incase something happens due to R's injury

yeah I got a lot more that I need to write down so I don't forget TY

So This Is Love | Jan Rozmanowski/Jann

Pairing: Jan Rozmanowski/Jann x reader (singer!reader)

Summary: Jann noticed you randomly during one of his gigs. Eventually, you both realize that you will be competing in Eurovision as you start to date and experience the love you have for each other.

Warning/s: long author's note (I'm sorry, but I had to say it cause it's important), possible grammar and spelling mistakes, smut, but like kind of. Explicit, but at the same time not really, idk.

Author's note: Okay, so right now my inbox is literally being stuffed with requests for Jann after I made that one fic, but I'm loving it so much. For this fic I want to say sorry because I couldn't include all of the stuff from the big request, but I included almost everything. I also got another Damiano David request so I will be getting around to that one as well after this so yeah. There will be more Jann imagines and always feel free to request and I will try to get around to everything. Anyway, enjoy!

(F/F) = favorite fruit

(Y/C) = your country

You were truly having the time of your life. You were jumping around with a few friends, dancing, laughing, just having fun on a free Friday night. It was ironic really, you wanted to stay at home and binge watch your favorite shows and sleep, but thanks to your friends you were dragged out in a club where some guy you have never heard of was performing.

You really didn't want to go, considering the fact that you didn't know the singer nor didn't you know any of his songs, but now you were so glad that your friends dragged you out of your apartment to have fun for a while. Even tho you were kind of annoyed, you were so thankful to your friends for this moment.

Now, as you looked at the singer, you noticed something. He was so gorgeous, so handsome. He was simply breathing and it made you speechless for a while. His voice what slightly rough, but he was hitting higher notes and it made you shiver, but in a pleasant way. He was so tall. His hair was a dirty shade of blonde that was perfectly falling on his shoulders. His eyes were piercing black in the dark room. Every inch of his face was proving you that he was an angel sent from heaven. It was truly hypnotizing.

Jan Rozmanowski was in his zone. He was gripping on the microphone as he sang his soul out in front of the crowd. However, somewhere among the crowd, all of a sudden, he stopped his gaze and got quite for a second or two. Thankfully, however, nobody noticed that little moment. Everyone was either too drunk to catch that or they just didn't care about that.

Jan spotted a beautiful, no, gorgeous girl dancing and laughing in the crowd. He was so mesmerized by her beauty that he wanted to stop his performance right there, right at that moment, just so he could talk to her. To get to know her. He felt his breath get caught up in his throat as he watched her sway around the room, her hair flying around her as she danced carelessly. He just couldn't wait to get off of the stage to go and to talk to her. However, once he was done with his performance and one he went to get himself a drink from the bartender, he noticed that she was gone.

But, as luck would have it, it seemed that the whole universe didn't want that to me your last meeting. You couldn't even call it a meeting, really. That was considering the fact that you didn't even get the chance to talk even a little bit. Luckily, you accidentally bumped into each other at the grocery store just two days after his performance in the bar.

You were snooping around the fruit section looking for (F/F). You probably didn't really watch where you were going when you kind of bummed against a tall guy. You felt leather material pressing against you as you did. You started spitting apologizes at the person you bummed into and he was doing the same. However, you felt as if somebody stole all of the air away from your lungs once you saw who you bumped into. It looked like Jan wasn't experiencing something much different from what you were experiencing at the moment.

"Are you stalking me, gorgeous?" He asked you in a playful manner and you couldn't believe that he actually noticed you among the busy crowd.

"I don't know." You couldn't help but blush a little as you talked to the handsome singer in front of you. "Are you stalking me? You know, bumping into each other in a grocery store... it a bit cheesy don't you think?" You joked.

"Perhaps it is." He laughed. "But you know. I am nothing if not cheesy for a pretty girl."

And so you talked. In the middle of the store, you talked for a very long while. It seemed like hours have passed unnoticeable, but you never got bored, never ran out of things to say to each other. After a while, you exchanged numbers and you said your goodbyes. Just as you got in your car, you noticed that your phone light up. Jan wrote you a message.

"Just making sure I got the right number. - Jan" The message said. You didn't even notice how quickly you grabbed a hold of your phone and started to type back a response.

"Yes, you have the right number. - Y/N" You wrote and not even a second later you got another text.

"Great, it would be a shame if I couldn't hang out with a beautiful girl I met at the gig anymore."

You continued to text each other for days until Jan invited you to go and grab a cup of coffee with him. You were so excited about the invitation, you couldn't wait to see him. And so, after you practically jumped down the stairs of your apartment, you stepped onto the cold, chilly weather as you started to walk towards a familiar caffe place. You walked in and immediately noticed him. Jan stood up as you approached him and gave you a hug that was just about as friendly and innocent as it could be.

You got talking and as you did that, you found out that he was still very new to the music industry just like you were. However, you quickly realized that he had much talent and you just knew deep in your heart and soul that he is going to accomplish great things. You also discovered that both of you were supposed to compete in a Eurovision song contest. You were both so surprised, but nevertheless so happy to find out that interesting piece of information.

Time seemed to fly by as you talked about everything and nothing. In fact, it flew by so fast that you didn't even notice how the light outside suddenly disappeared. You also noticed that it started to rain.

So after you paid for your coffees, you ran out into the rain. He was staying in a hotel not so far away from your apparent, so he strongly suggested that he should walk you home and so you had no chance but to accept his offer.

You were running around the city, laughing like a pair of teenagers. It was fine though, you felt like it anyways. You were soaking wet by the time that you got to your apartment. You didn't really know what it was.

Perhaps it was the tiredness, or the silly crush you both had on each other or perhaps it was the coldness that covered your bodies compelling you to find any sorce of heat. You truly didn't know what it was, but at that moment you got closer as you leaned against the door of your apartment. Jan and you could feel the hot breath on each other faces, looking longingly in each other's eyes before Jan finally broke the ice and pressed his lips against yours. And so you let him do just that. You were enchanted and it felt better that anything you have ever experienced.

After the start of the Eurovision song contest it felt like things were getting crazier. Once Jan and you were 100% sure that you will be representing your countries in Eurovision, you started to practice randomly at each other's apartments just for fun. Jan was competing with his song Gladiator and you were complimenting with your song El Diablo (A/N: let's be clear, I don't have any rights for this song, it's just for the sake of fic plus that is one of my favorite Eurovision songs so here you go).

After a while you both had to start with the process of packing for the contest, so it was safe to say that you didn't see each other for about a week because of the busy schedule up until you had to meet in Liverpool in United Kingdom for the competition.

It was all an emotional roller-coaster, truly. The competition was full of nervousness and joy and love and just amazing energy. You made some new friends and your relationship with Jan seemed to get stronger.

The weeks seemed to fly buy and so before you know it, the day to announce the winner has finally arrived. Poland and (Y/C) was sitting right next to each other as you anxiously waited for them to announce the winner. You were currently at 4th place and Jan was on second. Before you knew it, it was announced that Poland was the winner!

Jan and you jumped on each other and started to celebrate. You were hugging for so long that you eventually had to push him away so he could perform and get his prize. You felt utter, pure joy as you watched him sing his song Gladiator. You started to sing and dance, too. At that moment, it was like everyone was happy.

After your winner came down he quickly brought you into another hug and gave you a kiss. You could hear people around you cheer even louder, but you didn't really pay that much attention to them. You felt something else as you kissed him. It was a bit more different than your usual kiss. It was more passionate. More needy. It was full of longing. After that you had to attend a little after party and you just couldn't wait to go away for a bit. Luckily for you, all that wait was worth your while.

The moment that Jan and you walked into his hotel room, you were all over each other. Not like that wasn't a case the entire night, but still. He was kissing you so passionately, it was all oh so greedy. It was perfect.

Both of you slowly started to undress as you moved painfully slow towards the bed. Once you got there he slowly started to kiss your neck. After a while he started to slowly trail his kisses down your body.

"Are you sure?" He stopped to ask you that just as he was about to reach the place where you needed him the most at the moment.

And so, with a needy nodd from you it all began. It was safe to say that you were celebrating his win all night long.

Your life with Jan after you met him and after Eurovision only seemed to get better and better. It was as if it couldn't be more perfect.

You were sleeping in the bed, completely exhausted from the last night's activities. You were rudely woken up by a bright dim of the Sun coming through the window. You steached out in the bed noticing that your hair was spread out all over your pillow. Your hand accidentally fell onto the spot where your boyfriend was supposed to be laying in, but he wasn't. You found the other side of the bed to be completely cold. You groaned softly as you sat up, the sheets slowly falling down your naked body. You grabbed the first shirt that you could find and so you put on Jan's shirt and found out that it was truly to big for you. However, you didn't really care as you started to make your way towards the kitchen.

There he was. Jan was standing in the middle of the kitchen, shirtless, making coffee. As he noticed your presence, he turned around to face you. His messy hair falling perfectly onto his shoulders as his gorgeous crystal that represented his eyes looked at you.

"What are you doing up, gorgeous?" He asked you, his voice still raspy from the sleep. "I wanted to bring you coffee and breakfast in bed."

Yes, everything was truly perfect.

Perfection | Jan Rozmanowski/Jan

Pairing: Jan Rozmanowski/Jann x plus size!reader

Summary: Once Jan and you reveal your two years of relationship, you get hate comments and feel very insecure. However, Jan isn't having that.

Warning/s: mentions of hate comments, crying, mental breakdown, insecurity and just fluff, possible grammar and spelling mistakes (I'm sorry)

Author's note: So I kind of fucked up. This was the request. That I, somehow, accidentally deleted after I wrote it. So I'm so sorry about it. Anyhow, thank you so much for a beautiful request, darling! I am so sorry if I didn't live up to the expectations. I know this one is very short and I'm so sorry for it. I do hope that you will enjoy this. Thank you and have a nice day/night, too!❤️

You truly felt like shit. Of course, it wasn't the first time. It happens to everyone through life, but right now... you were feeling as shitty as it can possibly get.

Jan and you started dating two years ago after meeting randomly at your favorite caffe place that somehow ended up being his favorite caffe place, too. It was safe to say that you immediately kicked. You had the same taste in music, in drinks, you both loved to do pretty much same stuff and you truly felt happy that you met him. At first you were just friends, but it quickly became something else.

You realized that you loved him a few days after he did. The moment he realized, he came in barging into your apartment with a bouquet of flowers and a love confession. It was so cliché, but you loved every possible second of it. Sometimes, even now, you liked to tease him about how cheesy and cliché it was just so you could make him blush as he starts to deny it all.

Jan and you wanted to keep your relationship privet of a little while. You enjoyed the privacy. You enjoyed the secrecy. You loved it, in fact. But after a while, you decided that it was probably time to tell everyone because, after a while, after two years, you got tired of seeking around every time you went out while worrying if somebody was going to see you or not. So Jan and you decided to post about it.

So here you were now. Crying in your room after reading a bunch of hate comments that just made you more insecure about yourself. You knew that the comments shouldn't be getting to you as much as they did, but somehow it still bugged you so much. You got very upset. However, telling Jan about it was out of the question for you because you didn't want him to think that you were being just overly sensitive and just plainly, unnecessarily dramatic.

However, you could just go ahead and kiss that decision of your goodbye. You were so upset, so deep in your mental breakdown that you didn't hear the door open. You didn't hear him calling your name. You didn't even hear him opening the door of your room until you felt a pair of familiar arms wrapping around you.

You got startled a little bit, but soon kind of relaxed knowing that it was Jan who was hugging you.

He was drowning you in questions about what happened, but you didn't answer him for a while. So instead he just let you cry your eyes out as he held you until you told him what happened.

"I don't want to hear you talk about yourself in that way!" He was telling you as he held you, showering you in love and affection. "You are the most beautiful, gorgeous person in the whole wide world. So don't let anyone convince you otherwise. You are my person. I want to share all the good and the bad stuff, I want to share the tears and the joy of life with you. I want to have a future with you because I simply can't see one without you in it. You are perfect. You are perfect for me. Don't tell yourself otherwise. Don't let anyone convince you otherwise."

After that painful night, Jan posted a post on Instagram saying how important you are to him and how much he loved you and didn't care about the haters because if they hated you it meant that they hated him, too.

The hate was still there, but it was toned down a notch. But it didn't matter to you anymore. You were in love and you were perfect for each other. That's the only thing that truly matters.

Gladiator | Jan Rozmanowski/Jann

Pairing: Jan Rozmanowski/Jann x reader (figure skater!reader)

Summary: People find it hard to believe that Jan wrote Gladiator for you and his relationship with you, but once they look in the lyrics a bit better it all makes sense.

Warning/s: swearing (twice, maybe three times), impaled smut, but not in detail, stress and pressure, possible grammar and spelling mistakes, but I really hope you will enjoy this one

Author's note: I didn't see any Jann imagines on here and we CAN NOT and WILL NOT have that... so I made one. I also kind of got inspired by the queen herself, Alexandra Trusova. Enjoy! (Requests are open)

Welcome to the party, say hi to everybody

Paid for by Martini, but they're sippin' on Bacardi

Body's more than just a flesh, you can sell it for success

What's your price what's your address? We can finish at my place

Sometimes it can get really hard. You were a famous figure skater and it meant that you had to give up a lot. Like a lot. You could make some friends, sure, but it will never last. Figure skating is truly a very competitive sport and it would mean that you had to go up against your friends most of the time. So yeah, it never ends well. One always gets hurt and, as selfish as this may sound, you always had to make sure that you wouldn't be the one to get hurt.

You kind of lost all of the interest about the party that you were attending right now. You just felt so tired from the late practice last night that you felt like you could easily doze off right here. You found yourself leaning against the bar corner as you drank the last drop of your Bacardi, even tho you paid for a Martini. However, when the bartender brought you the wrong drink you didn't want to be one of those people so you didn't tell him anything. Plus you really couldn't care less as long as you get a little alcohol in your system to try and wash away all of the shit that was currently going on. The preparations for the World Championship was truly killing you, eating you outside out.

As you ordered yourself a new round of Bacardi, you noticed the guy standing next to you.

You didn't really know what was it. The alcohol? Your fucked out drunk as fuck brain? Or perhaps it was the tiredness from the bone crushing training with zero percent of sleep? In any case, whatever it was, you noticed one thing. The guy was drop dead gorgeous, it surprised you that he was alone nursing a bunch of Margaritas. His hair was dirty blonde, almost brown. His eyes looked so tired, but they still held a beautiful kind of joy. He looked so tired, too. You noticed the way he was lightly gripping at the glass that he was probably a bit drunk, too. You also noticed that he was so freakishly tall. It all confused you. You thought that it was ridiculous. How can somebody be so bloody drop dead gorgeous?

Maybe it was alcohol after all because you suddenly got a wave of self encouragement and you found yourself slowly stepping towards him. Something was simply pulling you towards him. You simply felt like you need to get to know him. It surprised you. You weren't usually the one to step forward, it flooded you with nervousness. Plus, considering your occupation, you didn't really have much time to get yourself a boyfriend, but it felt like it would be nice. All you had to do entire day was wake up, eat if you have time, practice, quick break, more practice, shower, rihurse, eat, sleep. On Fridays you allowed yourself to get drunk just enough so you could forget it all, but you thought that it would be nice. You know?

To have someone who is not putting even more pressure on you, to always be there for you, no matter what. To encourage you, to be there for you, to cheer you on, to make you happy. Somebody who will be proud of you no matter what. Someone who will be there when the pressure and the expectations get to much. When you break down. Someone to hold you. To see you as you. To love you. And, weirdly enough, you felt this towards that unknown guy you just saw, but you didn't now that he was actually looking at you the entire night. Watching you drowning yourself in a drink that you didn't even order, but were to nice to say anything to the bartender. He was watching you perform for a bit, too. He found you very talented. Very gorgeous.

However, before you could make a few steps towards him, from the spot in which you were standing in, you were suddenly swarmed with the crowd.

It lasted long enough it seems like, you thought to yourself. It was just a matter of time before somebody would approach you. In the corner of your eye, you saw him smirking at you, his face saying "amusement". Your eyes met and he got up, to your surprise. People around you were yelling, dancing, drinking, the crowd stared to make small talk, but your eyes were still just on him. He knew it, too. He stopped walking when he reached the end of the crowd. Your eyes filled with realization and a bit of amusement. Once you finally said hello to everybody, you will reach the one you want to get to know the most right now. And so you started with the talk.

After a long while, you felt like you got hit by a truck. You were still talking, still drinking, still faking. Just as the last person finally went away and the last photo got taken, at that moment approached you the person you wanted the most. He ordered himself and you a Martini and you got to chit-chat.

"I must say." He began as the bartender placed two Martinis in front of you. "I feel so honored that you found time to talk to me."

"Yeah, sorry about that." You suddenly your cheeks felt hot and you realized that you were blushing.

"No, it's good. But I must say you look even more gorgeous when you blush." He gave you his signature smirk as he took another sip of his Martini. At that, you felt like your face was red as a tomato.

"By the way, I saw your performance in Amsterdam three days ago." He said and you couldn't help but to look up at him in surprise. God he was so tall. "Those two flips that you did... I can see that you are very skilled." He gave you another compliment as he took another sip of his Martini. You felt so honored, he had seen you perform, he thinks your skilled. Somehow it felt like a big commitment. Somehow, someway, his opinion mattered to you.

"Really?" You started, suddenly feeling very bold. "I thought that the part where I did that Cantilever was gonna be your favorite."

"Oh, trust me it is." He gave you a wink as he continued to talk. "It looked really good, darling." He said, his Polish accent coming on strong.

"Well, what can I say. It had to be good. However, sometimes, the body is more than just a flesh, but in many things you can sell it for success." You winked back at him as you said that. "But you have to have some talent, too."

Both him and you knew one thing, though. If you continued to drink as much as you do right now and talk the way you were talking right now, you will probably end up finishing this conversation at his place.

Ever been to Bali? I really need some sun

Such a shame 'bout that tsunami, I'll have to go to Cali

I can get you dressed, wrap your body in excess

Give them something to obsess over

It felt so good. You were talking about everything and about nothing. He told you that he wanted to visit an island called Bali, but a day before his flight he saw the news about the island being hit by a tsunami so he decided to go to Cali. He also told you that he was a professional song writer and a singer and that he wanted to make another song, but didn't really have an inspiration.

You were telling him about the struggle of your sport and that you felt like all of the weight of the expectations were slowly, but surely crushing down on you. But you also told him about the fun part of your job, the costumes, the song and choreography choice. You enjoyed that, he could tell so, too. From the way that you were talking about it, he felt like he could listen forever.

"My coach is putting so much pressure on me. It gets to much, sometimes. Like I'm not famous enough. It gets on my nerves so much sometimes. I can't even go to a grocery store, most of the time somebody will recognize me!"

You complained and he listened. He listened and gave his opinion and you knew that he felt the same and it hurt so much. You felt like you had fallen in love, it was ridiculous. But at the same time it wasn't.

After a while he pulled you towards the middle of the dance floor. You were laughing and dancing and singing along. You didn't feel this relaxed and this happy for a long time. It felt like drugs. You just couldn't get enough and you never wanted it to stop.

Jan placed his arms around your waist as you danced and just had fun. You pulled each other closer as you danced. You could smell his cologne as you hid your face in his neck. He smelled like the finest air, alcohol and cigarettes. It was a weird combination, but it was so comforting, you felt like you could only breathe that astonishing smell for the rest of your life. Pretty soon, you tangled your hands in his hair as he played with the edge of your dress.

"They are taking photos of us." You found yourself whispering in his ear. You could practically feel the smirk he directed to you.

"It's fine." Jan laughed a bit, amused. "A figure skater and a singer. That'll give them something to obsess over."

You'll love it when I give it to you, leave you wanting more

I know your addiction's attention, let's start a show

Is it everything and more than you were hoping for?

Show us something we ain't never seen before

Jan and you were dating for two months now, and you had to admit that it was the best relationship that you were ever in. It went so much better than you thought it would. He was your number 1 supporter and you were his. He came to your every performance just like you came to every gig he had. You were always cheering him on just like he always cheered you on.

You just got off the practice, you were supposed to have a few days off and you couldn't wait to go away. You couldn't wait to leave rehearsals for a while, to leave your coach for a while, to leave the public eye for a while. You just couldn't wait to go get out of the building and crash at Jan's place. As you got out of the rehearsal, the first person you saw was your gorgeous boyfriend.

The moment he saw you he gave you your water bottle and despite your protests took your bag and slang it over his shoulder. He put his arm around you and led you to the car as you drank your water. You couldn't wait to get to his house. And, boy, it was worth the wait.

The moment you walked in he had you pressed against the wall, kissing you passionately. You tangled your hands in his gorgeous hair as he mumbled "jump" against your mouth. You did just that. Jan's arms wrapped around your legs as he walked upstairs towards the bedroom.

He gently placed you down, his lips never in the wildest dreams leaving your lips. Jam continued to kiss you as both of you slowly got rid of your clothes. After you were both pressed against each other, skin to skin, he pulled away for a short while.

"You'll love it when I give it to you. I'll leave you wanting more." And that wasn't a threat, it was a promise.

Smash your competition, baby

Show us some good entertainment

Victory's your only payment

Gladiator, gladiator

You were so bloody nervous, you felt like you were about to throw up or explode or something. You were messing around with the end of the red costume you were wearing, a white jacket was slung over your shoulders to protect the costume.

Jan immediately noticed what was wrong and quickly brought you into a hug. He didn't say anything for a while, he was just slowly rocking you back and forth in his arms.

Jan felt you tighten your arms around him. You felt like crying. He knew it. He pulled you even closer, afraid that you would disappear or that a messy cloud of fear and anxiety that was hanging above your head would cover you completely. The smell of his cologne calmed you down a little bit, but you still felt like you would much rather just crowl into a hole and die.

"You can do this." Jan pulled away as he placed both of his hands on each side of your face. "You can land 5 quads, you can win the World Championship. I know you can." It seemed like his words of encouragement did little to settle down the nervous pit that was constantly, slowly, painfully growing inside of your stomach.

"But, what if I-?"

"Even if you don't." He gave you a look. "Even if you don't it will still be like you did. For me you did. For your whole country, for your family, for your friends it will be like you won."

You nodded your head slowly, nervousness calming down a little bit. He slowely copied your action and nodded his head, too. You gave him a smile, a silent "thank you" for slicing that into you.

"Now go out there and show them something they have never seen before." He said and you pulled him in a quick kiss before your coach called you.

"Thank you, Jan." You whispered before you left. Jan smiled as he watched you go, shining with pride as he walked away to get to his seat.

Welcome to the party, I know it's kinda funny

That everyone is acting like they know you personally

Just play along, be nice and all

You won't get far being on your own

Your makeup was a bit ruined, but it didn't matter because you did it! Everything that you were working on your whole life had come true. You won the World Championship and you made history by landing 5 quads.

You grabbed your trophy and took pictures with the girls who got 2nd and 3rd place. But there was this bubbling excitement in your chest. You just couldn't wait to get off of the platform and to celebrate your victory with the person who supported you the most. Jan.

The moment that you saw each other, you ran to one another and Jan lifted you from the ground as he kept spinning you around.

"I'm so proud of you, baby!" He said as he attacked you with kisses. "My world champion!"

Later on you walked into a celebration party. Everyone was chatting with you, congratulations were shot at you from miles away and everyone was talking to you like they truly know you. After a while, you called it quits and left with one arm wrapped around your trophy and with other arm wrapped around your greatest treasure.

"I find it kind of funny, you know." Jan spoke up as you walked towards the car with you. "Everyone was talking to us like they knew every single thing about us."

"I know. But you know what?" You tightened your arm around him as you gave him a light, tired smile. "You really should always be kind to everyone. On this world you can't do it all on your own. So thank you, Jan. For your support."

"Baby, you are my greatest prise."

Thinking of making a Jan Rozmanowski imagine because I don't see any on here and that is a violation.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

So go ahead and request whatever you'd like with whoever you'd like (writers block really is killing me). Btw, I'm working on one request, but it might take a little while (school is kicking my ass).

Ethan sharing his girlfriend/SO with his bandmates because she brought up the idea of group sex once. He doesn't tell her until she gets there and he comes back from the kitchen and whispers it in her ear when Damiano is feeling her up. She gets a little scared and leans on Ethan the entire time and he's right there reassuring her and making sure they don't do anything to make her uncomfortable while he's also joining in.

Three Makes a Group | Damiano David & Ethan Torchio

Pairing: Damiano David x Måneskin!reader x Ethan Torchio

Summary: After bringing up the idea of group sex to your boyfriend Ethan, you have to deal with the consequences of your dirty mind.

Warning/s: smut, just pure smut, spanking, prising, cum talk, dirty talk, dom!Ethan, pussy drunk Damiano, sub!reader, choking, name calling, group sex, threesome, swearing

Author's note: so this is the first time that I'm writing smut. Like... for real. And not only that, it's also the first time that I'm writing something poly. So, I'm sorry if it's bad, I really tried. Anyways, enjoy you, nasty. 😏

You didn't exactly remember that you were talking about that topic with your handsome boyfriend Ethan until a gorgeous frontman showed up at your house, more precisely your kitchen, for a reason that was extremely different than usually.

It was about a week ago when Ethan and you were watching some shitty move that somehow had more sex scenes than an actual plot. You were both snuggled up next to each other under the blanket placed on your sofa as you ate popcorn. Suddenly, just as you thought that a girl and that dude in the movie were about to finally have a normal civil conversation, they started to do everything, but talk. Another girl's love interest showed up and all three of them started to go at it. While watching that scene, you suddenly remembered one of your dirty fantasies.

You don't exactly know what the hell came over you when you started to speak about it with Ethan. It started out as a curious question when you asked him if he ever had group sex before he met you and if he did what was it like. You also said it so innocently that poor Ethan almost choked on his popcorn. But, no. It turned out that he never had group sex, but he said that it would probably be a great experience, sure. After that you simply said "okay" and completely dropped the topic. You felt embarrassed for one reason or another and Ethan felt completely shocked. He simply couldn't believe that you would just ask him that, but then dropped the topic like it was the most normal thing in the world. Like you didn't just ask him what group sex would feel like. It felt like you were asking him where the remote was. Ethan liked that. He found it very amusing. After that little, innocent, conversation, he couldn't get the idea of group sex with you out of his mind.

A few days after that eventful conversation, he suddenly got an idea with who the two of you could do it with. Damiano David, your fellow band member. It was perfect. Damiano and you kind of knew each other the longest and you were like best friends, but he knew very well that Damiano and you found each other attractive. But then again, can he blame you, really? He couldn't. And so he didn't. Instead, he found this situation as a perfect plan to finally get it on with Damiano and you.

And so, this is how you ended up here. Standing in the middle of your kitchen, leaning back again your kitchen counter as you listened to your boyfriend and your fellow band member's plan. Group sex. With the two of them. You were actually very found of that idea, but you were still kind of nervous. After all, you have never done that before. Ethan and Damiano sensed your hesitation and quickly started to reassure you.

"Don't worry, dove." Damiano whispered as he came closer to you and softly started to cerise your soft cheek. "If you don't want to do it we don't have to. But if you want to do it, you don't have to worry. Ethan and I will take good care of you."

"So what do you say, amore?" Ethan got behind you as he slowly, softly started to plant kisses on your neck, Damiano slowly moving your hair off of your shoulder so Ethan could get more access to your neck. You couldn't help but to let out a little whimper. It felt so good, you started to slowly, but surely, relax against the passionate hold of your fellow band mates.

"So what do you say, little love?" Ethan whispered in your ear. "Do you fancy the idea of having the two of us?" You felt yourself shiver as you slowly nodded your head against him as he continued to give you endless kisses and now marks on your neck.

"Words, princess." Damiano softly growled under his breath as his hand found itself suddenly wrapped around your neck. "Yes. I want you, both."

"To what?" Damiano continued to tease you endlessly and it was truly tortures for you. For all of you. But Damiano was a tease, both Ethan and you should have known that for a fact.

"To fuck me." You moaned loudly just wanting for this to start already.

"Good answer." Ethan said as literally picked you up and carried you to Ethan's and your bedroom. Damiano slowly trailing behind you.

Once you got inside, Ethan gently threw you on the middle of the bed as Damiano shut the door behind him. In a matter of seconds, your clothes where nowhere to be found. Not like any of you actually cared about that. As you laid there completely naked, Ethan and Damiano showed you with compliments and endless kisses and sucking and bitting.

You were enjoying yourself so much, you didn't know it could be that good. Suddenly, it seemed like non of you three could take this torture anymore. Damiano got up and walked to the end of the bed. Ethan was drowning you in a passionate kiss as you suddenly felt Damiano grab your legs and you were quickly, quite needy, pulled toward him. Ethan never stopped his attack on you as your legs were dramatically pulled apart.

"Now I want to hear you scream our names, little dove." Damiano ordered you as he suddenly dived into your folds.

He started to quite literally make out with your little wet cunt. It was so passionate and so hot that you could help yourself, but to practically scream. Ethan suddenly started to attack your soft breasts. It felt to good. One of your hands found itself tangled in Ethan's hair and your other hand was gripping the bed sheets. You felt like you were about to explode. It started to get so much that you quickly felt your lower stomach tighten.

"Ethan! Damiano! Ahh-" You moaned their names loudly. It felt as if, after they heard you moan like that, they didn't slow down one bit. They spead up. You thought that it would be impossible for them to go faster than they're already going, but it turned out that you were clearly wrong. "I'm gonna-! Ah!"

"We know. Let go, amore." Ethan encouraged you and so you did just that. You released all over Damiano's tongue as you tried to catch your breath. Ethan continued to kiss your chest as Damiano started to continued to suck you dry.

You started to moan again as you tried to push away from Damiano because of overstimulation, but Ethan kept you in place buy placing both of his strong hands on your hips. He pinned you to the bed so you couldn't escape Damiano's vicious tongue. Just as you were about to cum again, Damiano quickly pulled away and Ethan stopped his attack on you. Damiano stood up with a slight slap on your tigh, prising you about how good you were for Ethan and him, as you continued to paint from exhaustion and disappointment from a lost orgasm. Slowly, Ethan got behind you. He pressed your back against his chest as Damiano brought the two of you to the edge of the bed.

"Now breath, little one." Ethan continued to whispered in your ear, his breath hot you felt lime you could cum again from just that. It felt so hot. It felt so much. "Damiano is gonna have your pretty little tight pussy because poor baby doesn't get you like this very often." He told you and you softly moaned at the thought of Damiano completely destroying your little cunt, giving it to you because you were their little slut. Made for their pleasures. "And I will have this amazing ass. I will enter you right here, right now. From behind while our friend fucks you." Ethan told you and you felt a sharp slap on your rounded ass. You moaned from an impact as you felt him slowly shushing you as he gently rubbed the sore spot of your ass.

"Now relax, baby." Ethan said as he slowly started to trail his hand towards your neck. He wrapped your hand around your neck and you felt him tighten his hold on it as he said his next words.

"Damiano is going to completely destroy your pussy and I'm going to completely destroy your gorgeous ass. Were going to ruin you for everyone, but ourselves. And remember this, little dove." Ethan loudly commanded as he watched Damiano slowly line up to your entrance waiting for Ethan to give him a green light. "We won't stop until you are completely dripping with our cum and begging us to stop filling you up. We may not even stop then." Ethan whispered hotly in your ear as he pressed his thumb against your lips. You immediately started to suck on his thumb wishing it was his cock and Damiano moaned at the sight.

"Fucking slut." He chuckled as he pinched your left nipple watching you as you moaned some more.

"Now prepare yourself. This may hurt a little." And boy it did. The two of them were so big that your poor little pussy and ass barely took both of them inside. Damiano started to literally moan as he entered you.

"I can't believe that your so fucking tight." He cried a bit, completely at your mercy. He was so drunk off of the feeling of your pussy squeezing him, milking him dry. "I'm gonna fucking destroy you, princess, you won't be able to walk for days." He promised you as he started to slowly rub your clit to help you get used to the feeling of them.

Ethan was not so much different. You were practically melting against his hold. He kept his grip on your neck as he entered you. He started to breathe heavily as he felt like he could cum just from your tight ass struggling to keep him inside. He brought his hand down very fast and he felt you yelp from the impact before he started to rub your sore ass and kiss your exposed back. You felt like you were in the middle of life and death. It was just so good that you didn't want the pain to stop. Ever. Hot tears were streaming down your cheeks as Ethan kissed them away. Damiano and him barely kept it together, but they would never even dream of making you feel even slightest bit uncomfortable so they stood frozen on their spot. After a while you ordered them to move. You couldn't take it anymore.

They both started to rock their hips, slowly picking up the pace. You were moaning so loudly. Ethan's hand around your neck, the other one was placed around your ribs fucking into you at inhuman speed. Damiano's head was thrown back as one of his hands was holding your legs open as wide as they could go and his other hand was gripping at your hip. Ethan and Damiano could practically feel that they were touching each other inside of you. It was tortures for all three of you.

"Ugh! Damiano! Ethan!" You were moaning uncontrollably as you felt like the coil inside of you was about to snap. "I'm gonna-!" You didn't even get to finish you sentence as you came so hard on them both. They picked up their paice. You were moaning from overstimulation as they both came inside of you. After a while they both pulled out of you, watching your pussy tighten around nothing as both of your holes were leaking with their cum. They started to finger you softly as Damiano kept shushing you. You were moaning softly, exhausted and overstimulated. They both fucked their cum back inside of you. After they were satisfied with their job, both of them collapsed on the bed on each side of you. They covered you in kisses as you tried to catch your breath.

"Rest, amore. Were not done with you yet."

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Papà | Damiano David

Pairing: Damiano David x reader

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

Warning/s: just pure fluff, mantion of hospitals a few times, pregnancy and babies and all that stuff, dad Damiano (yes that should be a warning itself), first time writing anything related to babies and that kind of stuff, possible grammar and spelling mistakes (English is my second language)

Author's note: Ding! Order up!🛎 Here is another Damiano fic as you requested. I really do hope you like it. It is truly the first time that I wrote anything that included this type of topics, but I hope that I did a decent job. Thank you for the request, anon. Feel free to send more requests. Enjoy!! 👩‍🍳

You were snuggled deep in the silk sheets on Damiano's and yours bed. Once you heard the noise the first time you just started to press your face much deeper in your pillow. The softness and the warmth of your side of the bed was overwhelming. You were finally back home. Back in your own bed.

Oh, how much you missed your comfortable side of the bed. The soft, squishy pillow that felt like you were resting your face on a literal cloud. You missed the softness so much. You knew one thing for sure. Hospital beds sucked. Very much so. But, aside from all that. One thing you missed the most, one thing that you literally wanted to kill for when you were forced to lay in uncomfortable hospital bed for days, was Damiano's soft touch when you slept.

The feeling of his arm tightening around you and bringing you closer to keep you warm at night when you were practically fast asleep. You missed the feeling of his soft breathing that you felt against your neck every night. You just missed feeling his warmth and being in his safe hold in your sleep. When you slept in the same bed with him, it felt like the safest place ever. You felt like you were the safest you could ever be in the whole wide world right when you were in his arms. Speaking of Damiano, soon enough, as you steached your arm out and your fingers felt the sheets on the other side of the bed where Damiano was supposed to be sleeping, you noticed that Damiano wasn't laing in bed anymore. That's when you heard that little whining voice again, but it was slowly calming down, it was slowly getting quite and you knew what it was. You knew what was happening.

You gathered all of the strength you could so you could open your eyes. You did so with, what seemed like, a lot of effort. You than steached your arm a little bit left soaking in the feeling of the cold side of bed which Damiano occupied, but now was nowhere to be found. Yet you were sure that you knew exactly where he was. And so, with that thought, you decided that you should get up and confirm your suspicion. You couldn't help but let out a small soft groan at the thought of getting up from the bed. It doesn't matter, you think to yourself, the bed was getting colder without him anyways. You lifted the covers off of you and slang your legs over your side of the bed so you could get up. As you did that, and got up afterwards, you, once again, couldn't help but let out another soft groan from the soreness. You still couldn't believe that all of this happened just a few days ago.

You slowly, quietly started to walk out of Damiano's and yours room and down the hallway. You watched your every step, careful as to not wake her up as Damiano probably got her back to sleep. Just when you thought that you had to open the door to the room that was not so far away from your bedroom you met with a wonderful sight.

There he was. Standing in the middle of the room, his back turned to you, facing the window which showed nothing but a complete darkness that the Italian night brought with it when it decided that Sun should be pushed away for a few hours before it was time for it to go back up. Even though his back was facing you, you could see that he was holding something in his arms or rather someone. As you stood frozen by the doorway, you watched as Damiano was slowly rocking her back and forth as he sang something in Italian to her. It was beautiful. It was truly beautiful. But most of all, it was peaceful and you didn't have the heart, you just couldn't bare, to break this peace between a father and a daughter. But you didn't have to. Damiano was first to notice your presence in the room. When you saw that he noticed you, you started to slowly walk up to him as he gave you a little soft smile. You leaned over his shoulder, holding onto him as you looked at the peaceful, sleeping face of your little girl.

"What are you doing up, amore?" He whispered once you joined them. "Did we wake you up?"

"I noticed that your side of the bed was cold and when I opened my eyes I saw that you were gone." You explained as you watched him watch you with beautiful pair of crystals that your daughter stole for herself, too. "I knew that I would find you here after I heard her voice." You told him as you pressed your finger against your daughter's soft cheek as you carefully tried to not wake her up with your action.

"You shouldn't be awake at his hour. Only a few days have passed since you were free to return home from the hospital." He started to ramble, you noticed that he started to speak faster, his Italian accent getting thicker and you couldn't help but smile at him. "You must sit down right now. You must rest." He continued with whispering his worries to you and you could hold back a quiet giggle that escaped your lips.

"Amore, I'm fine. I feel perfectly fine. Still a little sore, sure." You said and you immediately noticed how he shot you a worried look at that once again so you quickly continued to explain. "But I feel fine, Dami. Truly."

"But you would tell me if something was wrong." He gave you a look, never stopping with rocking your asleep daughter back and forth. "Right?"

"Of course I would. I promise." You promised with a smile and he seemed satisfied with your truthful answer.

"Good." He told you, but he still made you sit down on the rocking chair in the corner of the room.

At that moment you realized how lucky you truly were as to have this amazing family. You had a person who loved you unconditionally and would do anything for you just like you would do the same for him. He was your everything and you were his everything. As he shot a quick look and caught your sleeping form in a rocking chair he realized that he couldn't be happier. He had you. You had him. Him and your darling daughter Marlena.

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Jealousy Game | Damiano David

Pairing: Damiano David x reader (Måneskin!reader)

Summary: You were ready for a lot of things, but you weren't ready for a woman at the competition you were attending to flirt with your secret boyfriend.

Warning/s: jealously, dark side of the fame (kind of), possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: Just as promised here is another Damiano fic, it would have been published a lot earlier, but school is kicking my ass right now. Feel free to send requests and I'll gladly do them!! Enjoy!

You were NOT a jealous person. Even though some think that you do have a reason to be jealous. However, you weren't. It was just in your nature that you don't get jealous easily. You trusted Damiano 100% and nothing was ever going to change that.

But, you did feel like you started to doubt yourself considering the moment you were in right about now.

You were second singer of the bend Måneskin. Which means that you were always sholder to sholder with attractive frontman. At the top of it, your 3 year relationship was a complete secret.

You could still remember your excitement when you found out that you were about to compete in a Eurovision song contest. You and your band mates were so happy you felt like you were about to explode from so much excitement. Damiano and you both knew that you still wanted to keep it private as long as you could, and you both enjoyed it so much. So you didn't mention it in the interviews and in front of the cameras in general. And it truly was great.

You were having fun there. You were doing what you all loved the most, singing and playing songs and performing. You were positive that you had a big chance to maybe actually win this contest. However, it still didn't matter much. I mean sure, it would be awesome if you actually won Eurovision, but even if you don't you felt like it would be okay. Måneskin has come so far and you were extremely proud of what you guys accomplished. You knew that you were good.

But, what you didn't know or expect was one of your fellow contesters to fall in love with your handsome frontman and you knew that you couldn't really blame her. Damiano was sure something. Again, you didn't think of yourself as a very jealous person. Why? Because you did everything to make sure that you are a good girlfriend, a girlfriend Damiano deserves. Damiano did the same thing, too. You just didn't want to feel jealous because you always thought that jealously means that you are insecure about something. Plus, you didn't want to be that kind of a girlfriend and you truly weren't. Presides, Damiano didn't deserve that.

You could say that you just truly didn't expect it. At first, it started out as Sanja saying that Måneskin was her favorite. Then she said that Damiano was her favorite member of the band. Again, nothing wrong about that, nothing to be jealous of, not a thing out of what she said in these moments didn't step over the line. It was funny to you, actually. You were truly fine with it. You were quite happy when she said that you guys were her favorite. It flattered you. You really liked her and her girls, too. You always said that they had a lot of chance to win just like you did.

But then the tables slowly started to turn. Sanja started to constantly literally drool over him. She was constantly throwing compliments at him, but her compliments were not towards the band in general or about Damiano in general. She didn't compliment him in a way when she was saying about how amazing his voice truly was or about how talented he was or how creative he was. No. She was complimenting him about how hot and borderline sexy he looks and how his Italian accent was truly to hot too handle. And that would be fine for a few reasons.

First off, he truly was hot and his voice was too hot to handle, but to you it was more than that. He was a beautiful soul and you appreciated that every day more and more.

Second off, it was okay for her to comment this, but not when it made somebody uncomfortable. Presides, she slowly started to step over the line when she started to compliment his looks in a way that she maybe shouldn't have.

From that point on, she started to comment how she should marry him because she loves him oh so much and that kind of stuff and she was saying that in a live interview. In fact, almost the entire interview with her and the girls contained like 10% about their music, 10% about Eurovision and 80% was just Sanja pinning after Damiano. Presides, you could clearly see how she looks at him during your rehearsals. She looked at him like she was gonna jump on him at any given moment. Also, something new happened a few days after that interview.

You were still trying to catch your breath as you snuggled deeper into the silk sheets that were placed on the bed of Damiano and yours hotel room. Your hair was all messed up, sprawled on the pillow, but you didn't care about that at the moment. Damiano was taking a shower, he left a few minutes ago after you said that you were going to join him in a few minutes. And so, with one more passionate kiss you had to part away. You turned around slowly groaning softly from the sleepiness that was slowly, but surely creeping in. You took your phone in your hand and you went to Instagram.

The first thing you saw was Sanja's new Instagram story. You just couldn't help yourself so you clicked on it. You found yourself face to face with the photo of Damiano and Sanja in a friendly hug. At least it was friendly on Dami's side. On the photo she wrote "Next step" followed by an engagement ring. You truly felt sick in your stomach. You knew that this was just a friendly photo (at least on one part) and another memory, but you couldn't help, but feel this strange feeling creeping in.

You were roughly pulled away from your train of thoughts when you felt the other side of the bed dip from the weight and a strong tattoo covered arms of your beloved wrapping you up in a warm and safe embrace. Somehow, Damiano immediately noticed the change in your behavior.

"Are you okay, amore?" He asked her softly as he learned over her slightly in hope to even catch a glimpse of her face. He didn't succeed.

"I'm fine. Don't worry." Oh what a lier you are. You were anything but fine and Damiano really should be worried.

"Amore, you know that you can't lie to me, right?" He asked you. "I mean, you can, but I will see right through you." You hated to admit it, but in this moment you adored his ability to see through your little white lies. You slowly turned around to face him. He lifted his arm up giving you enough space so you could slowly make yourself comfortable in his hold. After you did so, Damiano softly cherished your breathtaking beauty as he slowly lifted your head up with his thumb so you would finally look at him.

"What's wrong?" And you came crushing down.

"Well, all this time Sanja was pinning after you and I didn't mind it at first. I didn't care about her little compliments about you. But then she started to compliment you in a more heated way and she was practically begging you to marry her already and I just..." You paused for a bit, exhausted about everything. Damiano kept quiet, waiting for you to finish. "I just got a bit jealous, I guess. You know I'm not a jealous type and I didn't want to say anything because I felt like a bad girlfriend and you don't deserve that."

You felt a few tears fun down your cheeks as you spilled your thoughts and your heart and your soul to the man you loved the most. Damiano was borderline shocked and both of you were quite for a bit. Finally he spoke up as he brushed away your tears.

"You are my everything, amore. You are my inspiration, you are my muse. You are my motive for everything I do and you are my heart and my soul and my whole being. You are my life." He confessed quietly, whispering away in the darkness of your shared hotel room.

"You are a fire in my heart and a fresh breath of air for my lungs. You are more addictive then the hardest drugs. But most importantly, you are my one and only greatest love. And yes, she was crossing a line with that one, I was honestly getting uncomfortable, too. So no. You are NOT a bad girlfriend."

For the rest of the evening you were just enjoying each other in many different ways. At that moment, for the rest of your life, you were reassured that he was your only one and to him you were the only one, too.

"I love you more than the life itself and nobody is ever going to change that."

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Torna a casa | Thomas Raggi

Pairing: Thomas Raggi x reader

Summary: Song that was promised to his one and only that he met on a lonely day in park in Italy.

Warning/s: smoking and heartbreak, possible grammar and spelling mistakes (English is my second language, I'm sorry)

Author's note: as promised, here is the one for our favorite boy

(E/C) - eye color

(H/C) - hair color

Cammino per la mia città ed il vento soffia forte

Mi son lasciato tutto indietro e il Sole all'orizzonte

Vedo le case, da lontano, hanno chiuso le porte

Ma per fortuna ho la sua mano e le sue guance rosse

Lei mi ha raccolto da per terra coperto di spine

Coi morsi di mille serpenti, fermo per le spire

Non ha ascoltato quei bastardi e il loro maledire

Con uno sguardo mi ha convinto a prendere e partire

Che questo è un viaggio che nessuno prima d'ora ha fatto

Alice, le sue meraviglie e il Cappellaio Matto

Cammineremo per 'sta strada e non sarò mai stanco

Fino a che il tempo porterà sui tuoi capelli il bianco

Che mi è rimasto un foglio in mano e mezza sigaretta

Restiamo un po' di tempo ancora, tanto non c'è fretta

Che c'ho una frase scritta in testa ma non l'ho mai detta

Perché la vita, senza te, non può essere perfetta

It was silly, truly. How the two of you met.

You were still not quite used to Italy considering the fact that you moved there after just a few months. You were supposed to move for quite a short time anyways. One of your parents got a new job there for a year. After that year was up you were supposed to move back to your home country. You were walking along the park not far away from your new collage. It was fine, you were supposed to graduate this year.

Thomas was peacefully sitting on one of the benches, in the said park, as he played beautiful music with his guitar. It was truly peaceful. For now. The moment his eyes landed on you he knew that you were about to burn his normal days down. He continued to play, but he really wasn't focusing as much on his hand as he was before he saw you. Thomas quietly watched as you continued to walk around. Your school bag was slang over your shoulders, a bag that seemed to heavy now. Your eyeliner was slightly smudged under your hypnotic (E/C) eyes, but that was last of your worries. Thomas watched as your (H/C) hair was flying, somehow perfectly, behind your back. Your lips were so red that the darkest blood should be jealous.

You finally looked to your right and sat down on a wooden bench a few meters away from where Thomas was sitting still mindlessly playing some notes on his guitar. You took the bag off of your shoulder and ran your hands through your hair before you let out a small, quiet sigh. You learned against the bench and finally let yourself enjoy the slight spring breeze. God knows you deserved it. Thomas finally forced himself to look away from you. He was aware that your eyes were closed, but he was still afraid that you would somehow catch him staring at you and that you would walk away. So, instead of staring, he leaned his head down and continued to play.

As he began to play again, you felt yourself open your eyes. You looked around trying to locate where the music was coming from and after a while you finally found the sorce of it. You felt like your eyes were glued to Thomas the second that you saw him. His golden hair was falling slightly in front of his face as he was still struggling to find the right tone that was set in his magnificent mind. His gorgeous eyes were barely able to be seen, but you caught a glimpse of them and felt your breath leave your lungs before you could do anything to stop it from happening. You watched as his hands gripped the guitar's neck so tightly that his knuckles turned purely white. You saw the way his eyebrows frowned on his face as he tried to keep focus. You continued to curiously watch him try to find the right melodies for a while before he let the guitar go. He got himself a cigarette and lit it up. You could see some frustration as he lit the cigarette up, closing his gorgeous eyes in the process.

"It's not going very well, is it?" You asked him, smiling at him curiously. He lifted his head up in surprise and you swore that your heat stopped beating when his eyes tored into yours.

"It really isn't." Thomas laughed, nervously. He didn't expect you to speak to him. He thought that you wouldn't even notice him. He saw that you were in your own little world as he watched you sit down on that bench. He figured that you are too tired from school, at least you looked like you were, so he decided not to bother you. Besides, he didn't feel like he had courage to do so anyway.

"It's a shame, really." You gave him another smile as your eyes continued to linger on his handsome face. "I can tell that you are brilliant with the guitar, I just know it." You continued to spit compliments at him and he would like if he didn't feel himself get hot in his cheek area.

"Thank you." He shyly thanked you. "I just can't find any inspiration, seems like."

"Well you know what?" You spoke up again. "I'm new here in Italy. How about you play my tourist guide for a day and maybe you get some inspiration."

That's how it all started.

Quindi Marlena torna a casa, che il freddo qua si fa sentire

Quindi Marlena torna a casa, che non voglio più aspettare

Quindi Marlena torna a casa, che il freddo qua si fa sentire

Quindi Marlena torna a casa, che ho paura di sparire

Thomas enjoyed what was happening very much so. He continued to show you around Rome and he got to practice his English with you, because that was practically the only way for him to speak with you. As the two of you started to wonder the magnificent streets, you got to know each other better. Thomas told you that he's in a band with a girl named Victoria, and two guys Damiano and Ethan. He was the bands guitarist and he is currently working on a new song. You found that very interesting and exciting. Thomas found out that you moved here because of your parent's new temporary job and you go to college here, too. That news saddened him.

You weren't going to stay here for more than a year. You both knew that you guys just met, but there was something between you two. You felt it in the depth of your souls. You just knew that whatever was going on between the two of you, was something special. Something that, sadly, not a lot of people have. After that day, Thomas and you continued to go on relaxing walks through the random streets of Rome. You both enjoyed the sun on your skin and the slight breeze in your hair.

Anyone who walked on the same streets as you did could notice just how much in love the two of you were. Holding hands felt so natural that neither of you remember when exactly did you start doing it. Whenever Thomas arrived first for your walks he would hold his hand out for you to take and you did. It truly felt natural. Two people holding hands, laughing and smoking in the middle of the streets.

After a month, Thomas introduced you to Damiano, Victoria and Ethan. It was safe to say that they became like your family once they learned how good you are to Thomas. But they both knew what was coming. You leaving in a few months was unavoidable, it seems like. But neither Thomas nor you wanted to think about it just yet. You both just wanted to enjoy the other before the time runs out. And before you had to leave Italy. Thomas just wanted to stop time, to live in this moment until the end of times, maybe even longer. He didn't want to even imagine what it would be like. To not wait for your college classes to be over so the two of you could stroll around the lonely streets of Rome. To not feel the softness of your hand, of your blood-red lips. To not see your breathing smile. To not hear your melodic voice speaking the funniest jokes he has ever heard in his whole world. He was willing to give you his heart. He didn't care what you would do with hit. He didn't care if you broke it to billions of pieces and stepped on it or if you would cherish it like it was made out of the most fragile glass ever known to mankind. His heart didn't belong to him anymore. It belonged to you. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

Yet he knew very well what was going to happen. He didn't care. Thomas knew that he would kill thousands if he had to, just so he could see you smile at him like you did since he met you. He had it bad. He knew that, but he also knew that nothing can prepare nor prevent the heartbreak that was coming for him.

E il cielo piano piano qua diventa trasparente

Il Sole illumina le debolezze della gente

Una lacrima salata bagna la mia guancia mentre

Lei con la mano mi accarezza in viso dolcemente

Col sangue sulle mani scalerò tutte le vette

Voglio arrivare dove l'occhio umano si interrompe

Per imparare a perdonare tutte le mie colpe

Perché anche gli angeli, a volte, han paura della morte

Che mi è rimasto un foglio in mano e mezza sigaretta

Corriamo via da chi c'ha troppa sete di vendetta

Da questa Terra ferma perché ormai la sento stretta

Ieri ero quiete perché oggi sarò la tempesta

Unfortunately, Thomas wasn't a God. He didn't have power to stop time. Even if it was just to be with you. He was powerless at this moment and he hated it with burning passion.

As he watched you pack the last of your belongings in a suitcase he realized just how much he hated his luck, how much he hated this fate, how much he hated his life. He realized how much he hated himself for being so powerless at this moment as he wasn't able to do anything to stop this from happening.

"That's the last of it." You finally broke the everlasting silence that was practically choking the walls of your room.

Thomas kept quiet and you finally looked at him. You saw glistening water sparkling in his eyes that met yours. It took you just about five seconds before you broke down in each other's embrace. You felt his arms gripping onto you like you are going to dissappear from his arms, but in reality, Thomas was afraid that if he let's you go he is going to dissappear out of sorrow. You buried your face in the neck of his shirt as you realized that your tears were leaving the wet stain on it. Not that you cared about that fact. You only cared about the fact that you were going to leave his comforting and warm embrace and that you were also powerless to stop it from happening. After the two of you calmed down a bit, or at least as much as your mutual heartbreak let you, Thomas spoke up first.

"I don't want you to leave." He told you for the billionth time today and you felt yourself break all over again from the pain in his voice.

"I don't want to leave either." You continued to endlessly sob. "But I have no choice and it's killing me."

Suddenly, Thomas gently grabbed your face. He was treating you like the most fragile glass, like the wind that he can't get the hold of, like the sweetest coincidence that was slowly destroying him inside out.

"I finished my song." Thomas tried to give you a smile. But it turned into a sad grimace. Not that you blamed him in any way. "The melody and everything. It's finally finished."

"It is?" You gave him a watery laugh through your sobs as you wiped his face clean from his own tears.

"Yes. I did." He confirmed to you. "I wrote it about you."

"You what?" You were shocked to say the least. He wrote a song. About you.

"You are my muse, amore. You are my only inspiration."

Quindi Marlena torna a casa, che il freddo qua si fa sentire

Quindi Marlena torna a casa, che non voglio più aspettare

Quindi Marlena torna a casa, che il freddo qua si fa sentire

Quindi Marlena torna a casa, che non voglio più

Prima di te ero solo un pazzo, ora lascia che ti racconti

Avevo una giacca sgualcita e portavo tagli sui polsi

Oggi mi sento benedetto e non trovo niente da aggiungere

Questa città si affaccerà quando ci vedrà giungere

Ero in bilico tra l'essere vittima, essere giudice

Era un brivido che porta la luce dentro le tenebre

E ti libera da queste catene splendenti, lucide

Ed il dubbio o no, se fossero morti oppure rinascite

The weather was cloudy. It was dark and everything smelled like it was going to rain at every moment. Thomas felt like that was mocking him. Truly. He shifted his eyes away from the sky back to your eyes. They were prettier, anyways.

"So this is it I guess. Isn't it?" He felt himself say it without even realizing it. He watches your eyes fill with tears, mirroring his own, and he watched your lips trying to give him a smile.

"I'm afraid that it is, Tom." You said and he felt like someone just killed his entire world. But nobody did. You were standing in front of him, thankfully safe. "I swear to God Tom, I will kick your ass if you don't send me the recording of the song you wrote." He found himself laughing with you like a mad person in front of the airport even though he felt like he wanted to scream, cry and tear everything apart.

"I will, amore mio. I will. I promise." Your flight was once again announced and you knew that you had to go. Without another word you kissed him passionately. You leaned your foreheads against each other and stood like that for a few moments, your eyes still closed.

"Ti amo, Thomas."

"Ti amo, l (Y/N)."

And with that you tured around and left to catch your plane, your suitcase stumbling behind you. Thomas kept standing in the same spot until your plane left his eyesight. Once you were truly gone, far up in the sky he turned around to leave the airport. As he walked away he felt himself whispering "Marlena, torna a casa".

Quindi Marlena torna a casa, che il freddo qua si fa sentire

Quindi Marlena torna a casa, che non voglio più aspettare

Quindi Marlena torna a casa, che il freddo qua si fa sentire

Quindi Marlena torna a casa, che non voglio più sparire

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✭ - smut

♡ - fluff

➳ - angst

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Damiano David

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thomas Raggi

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

Ethan Torchio

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

Timezone | Damiano David

Pairing: Damiano David x female!reader

Summary: As Damiano and you are forced to be apart, you both slowly start to feel like you're loosing your mind.

Warning/s: Language (maybe like one curse word that is repeated two to three times), mention of smut (but not explicit), Google translate

Author's note: Here is another Damiano song imagine I hope you like it. I might make one with Thomas Raggi very soon 🤫

You're wearing my old clothes, but you, you wear it better

And every time I sew your face, the moon should be jealous

And I keep talking to the wall 'til he's a friend of mine

I call you every hour just to tell you that I'm loosing my mind

Now I know you're sleeping

Where I'm supposed to be in

Wish I could've stayed

Damiano has had enough. The fame felt too much and the videocalls, phone calls and messages weren't enough anymore. He was practically pulling his hair out as he continued to mindlessly walk around his hotel room. His completely empty hotel room. He looked at his perfectly made bed and at his perfectly sorted out clothes in the closet and Damiano was finally, officially done. He couldn't take this torture anymore.

He strolled mindlessly to the big window of his hotel room as his eyes roamed around the busy streets of LA. People were rushing everywhere and Damiano realized that they were completely obvious to his suffering. He thought it was unfair.

He roughly ripped the cigarette out of the back pocket of his jeans. As he went to light up the cigarette it begin to accur to him that sun was still shining brightly in the middle of the sky. He realized that the moon must be keeping company to his beloved. Not that you were probably enjoying the darkness that the moon swept in, he thought. You must be still deep in your sleep considering the fact that it was probably middle of the night where you were right now. As Damiano opened the window and stepped onto the balcony he let himself enjoy the bright rays of sunshine on his bare back. He blew the smoke out of his mouth and looked towards the sun. It was shining so bright that Damiano was pretty sure that it was mocking him. He knew that it was mocking him. The sun was pure reflection of his life right now. It was shining on him so brightly, but it also reminded him that you are not in the same position as he is right now. He was covered in sunshine yet you were bathing in moonlight. It wasn't fair.

With a sigh, he threw away the cigarette and returned to the room closing the window behind him. Empty room remained him not only of you, but also that his band mates were out right now. Damiano was pretty sure that they went out partly because of his constant whining about not being able to do more that to just see your gorgeous face over FaceTime. It wasn't his fault that he was whining about it constantly, he thought. Those calls were sometimes quite impractical, anyways. For one, he couldn't touch you. He could only watch your beauty from far away. He couldn't smell your sweet scent. Your shampoo. Your perfume that he sometimes liked to steel away just so that he could smell like you (it was fine you did it with his perfume, too). He knew that Vic, Thomas and Ethan were practically sick of him now because he was talking so much about you. Ethan thought that he looked like a tortured puppy whenever Damiano mentioned how much he misses you. You were talking to everyone on the band, too and Ethan knew that you were like that, too.

In fact, everyone got so worried for you two because as time went by and you two spend much more time away from one another it looked like you both started to not take as much care for your well-beings as you did before. Everyone saw how much this long distance affected both Damiano and you. Thomas barely stopped Vic from buying Damiano tickets back to Italy (you moved there with him) one hour before the show so he could see you.

Damiano was done. But he couldn't help himself. He just kept calling you when the moon is shining in LA, when some people were asleep like dead and some people were partying until they die. He just wanted to hear your voice yet he knew that everytime he calls you, you can hear desperation in his rough voice. Damiano was very well aware that he was slowly loosing his mind. Especially when it was night where you were and you were deep in your sleep. He didn't want to disturb you, so he somehow managed to gain some self control and not call you then. It was all right, though. You were loosing your mind, too.

He took one more look at his perfectly made up bed and knew what was missing.

If you two weren't apart, you would be sprawled out on the bed, bare back facing the door, hair messed up, face pressing into the pillows, deep in sleep after the passionate activities that him and you took part in the night before. His whole hotel room was mocking him. He knew that very well. All this torture... it took everything in his willpower to not run to the airport and never let you go from his arms.

Only thing that keeps us apart

Is seven thousand miles, running like a mad dog

Only thing that keeps us apart

Is a different timezone

So fuck that I'm dreaming, this fame has no meaning

I'm coming home

Only thing that keeps us apart

Is a different timezone

"So how is the tour going?" Your slightly raspy voice asked him.

It was an early morning in Italy and you just woke up from your slumber. In fact, you were still in bed. On the other hand, Damiano has been awake for hours. It was still dark outside and he put his laptop outside on the balcony on the fresh LA air. God knows he needs it.

"It's good." Damiano told you. "It's good..." He repeated slowly as he finally blew out another little cloud of smoke from yet another cigarette.

The way he repeated his answer seemed like he was just trying to convince himself that everything was perfect, that everything was just the way he imagined it to be. But you knew better. You knew he was hiding something and you were pretty sure that you could guess what it was.

"What is wrong, amore?" You asked him and for a moment, when Damiano looked back from the night sky to the screen, he felt himself freeze.

He knows that you are beautiful, but the way that you smiled sadly at him and the way that one piece of your hair fell in front of your eyes, he was once again hit with the feeling of loneliness. It painted him greatly because even though he can se your breathing smile and hear your melodic voice, it wasn't the same. You weren't really there with him. For a bare moment he didn't say anything, you figured that that would happen. So you went on.

"I know when something is wrong." You told him and he started to deeply stare in your eyes, you felt like he was staring into your soul. It was truly curious considering the fact that you had a videocall. "Your eyes start to drop in a certain way. They get more serious." You continued, your voice softening with every word you said and he noticed that. He always does. Just like you always do, too.

"The tour is going amazing. Vic, Tom and Ethan are amazing like always. But you know what is wrong." Damiano took another hit from the cigarette and quickly blew another cloud of smoke out of his mouth. He started to smoke more. You noticed that fact after your 50th call this week. He started to smoke more then he usually does and you could partly guess why.

"You're right. I do know." You sighed as you rubbed your hands over your face. In return, he turned his concerned eyes back to you. "It's killing me, too. I feel like I can't do it anymore either." You admitted to him. He let his hand run through this hair as he put out the cigarette with his other hand. You could just watch how he smashed it in the ashtray angrily.

"I miss you so much it hurts." Damiano heard himself admit this to you for like the millionth time today. "I just want you to be back in my arms. I can't fucking do this anymore. I don't want to."

"Me neither."

Tomorrow I got another plane, I'm not gonna take it

Instead, I'm gonna fly straight to you, I'll pay double for the tickets

And I don't give a shit about the contracts that I signed

And they can say whatever, we'll be making love, I'm fucking you tonight

Now I know you're sleeping

Where I'm supposed to be in

Wish I could've stayed

Victoria, Thomas and Ethan watched Damiano with great concern as he continued to practically pull his hair out. Their manager just told them that they have to stay in LA for one more month. Not one more day. Not one more week. One more MONTH. Måneskin was supposed to leave in three days back to Italy, but the plan changed. This news added the fuel to the fire that was already actively burning. And that was enough for Damiano finally explode. The rest of the band barely stopped Damiano from nearly ripping the manager's head right of off his shoulders. Don't get him wrong. Damiano loved this tour and he loves his band more than anything. But he was supposed to finally go back in your arms and he was pretty sure that he never wanted to leave them, but his plans and hopes were now officially crushed, burned to the ground.

"Questo è tutto! Me ne sto andando! Non mi interessa nemmeno più questo. Voglio solo vederla per almeno un giorno." ["That's it! I'm leaving! I don't even care about this anymore. I just want to see her for at least a day."] He yelled out and Vic jumped up to her feet before she gave him a bone crushing hug. "Non posso più farlo, cazzo." ["I can't fucking do this anymore."] Damiano whispered as he gripped on Vic's hair. Victoria let her hand run down his back as she hugged him tightly. It painted her to see one of her best friends in this state. Suddenly, she let go of her, gripped Damiano's shoulders as she started to yell, too.

"Che cazzo stai aspettando?! Vai a trovarla per un giorno e dille che ci siamo salutati!" ["What the fuck are you waiting for?! Go and see her for a day and tell her that we said hello!"] Damiano looked at her in shock as Thomas and Ethan joined them, nodding.

"Sì! Amico, smettila di deprimerti e vai dalla tua signora." ["Yeah! Dude, stop moping around and go see your lady."] Thomas said. Thomas' confirmation along with Victoria's and Ethan's nodding was enough for Damiano to turn the entire hotel room upside down.

He pulled out his suitcase out of nowhere and started to pack. He was moving so fast and so much that the rest of the band thought that he's going to give them a headache. The point is, he didn't care what he put in in his suitcase. He packed just a few essential stuff, anyways. His mind was already with her, back in Italy, and it was the only thing that was important to him. It was safe to say that he was in and out before anyone could say anything else. And so, with one group hug and quickly exchanged "good bye"s and "have a safe flight"s, Damiano was off.

Practically running down the hall so he could get to the elevator and out of the hotel. He ran out on the busy street of LA and somehow managed to get a cab very quickly. He was extremely excited and kind of nervous. Damiano figured that he simply couldn't wait to get to the airport. The moment that the cab stopped, Damiano practically threw the cash at the driver and ran inside the airport, his suitcase stumbling behind him. Once he finally got into his flight he slumped down on his seat. He just couldn't wait do be home. And the waiting really paid off.

Damiano felt like his heart was going to burst its way out of his chest as he took a look at the building of your shared apartment. The flight was too long and he was just happy to be back. He knocked on the door after he went up the stairs and he was suddenly face to face with your sleepy eyes and your bright smile when you saw who was knocking on the door. Before any of you could get a word out you brought one another into a bone crushing hug. You started to cry in each other's embrace. You missed the way his arms were wrapped around you, you missed the way he always sounded so breathless when he joyfully laughed, you missed the way his eyes were shining, you missed him. He missed the way you smelled like the sweetest candy the way your eyes stared deep into his soul, he missed the feeling of your skin, he missed the beating of your heart. He missed you, too.

"You're home." You let out a soft sob as you hid your face in his shoulder, gripping on him tightly. You felt his arms tighten around you, too afraid to let you go, too afraid that either of you is going to dissappear.

"I am home. At last."

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If Not For You | Damiano David

Pairing: Damiano David x reader

Summary: As Damiano goes away on the tour with his band mates he has to deal with leaving his home behind. You.

Warning/s: random couple making out, alcohol and that's about it.

Author's note: So English isn't my first language so I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes (I'm really trying). Also, I don't know Italian so if I wrote anything wrong Google translate is taking the blame. Enjoy!

(Y/E/C) - your eye color

"There'll be no summer

There'll be no spring

If not for this love of mine

Thrones without flowers

Bars with no drinks

If not for this love of mine

All this lights

All the parties would just fade out

Shut them down"

It was truly tortures. He was in LA, all alone. At least it felt like that. Snooping around the bars, in the middle of the night. Bars that were literally at every corner of the dark street he was walking on. Vic, Thomas and Ethan were off somewhere else. At some "dumb" party Damiano didn't bother to attend. It was a waste of time anyway. Not that he had a better way to waste it, anyhow.

It sickened him. Truly. Couples were holding hands everywhere. Whispering quietly to each other's ears and laughing at something that seemed like it was the funniest thing in the whole universe. Maybe it was. But he couldn't be bothered at the moment. Some guy and his girlfriend were making out in the middle of the dance floor in the middle of some random bar he walked in. He felt disgusted. Or at least he thought he was.

He walked up to the bartender, ordered a beer and walked off to the corner of the bar. He pushed through the dancing, yelling and laughing crowd so he could finally sit down at the empty table. Damiano sat down with a sigh. He was drowning his beer in silence. The party around him was wild, full of life and youth. He knew that he shouldn't be slouching like someone had died. But he knew that he couldn't help himself. He felt alone. On the band tour, on the parties, even in this bar as he looked at all the people dancing, being drunk and probably high, he felt alone.

Damiano pulled out his phone as he searched for your contact. It was an early morning in the country where you were. He thought that you must still be asleep. Perhaps he should be doing the same. But he didn't. Instead of sleeping in now empty hotel room, he wondered into some lousy LA party drinking his sorrows away. Even though he really doesn't even enjoy alcohol. But he didn't care about that at the moment. He just wanted to be back home. Back in Italy. Back with you at least if he couldn't be home. But you were his home. And he missed you. He wondered if you liked the flowers he send you. He wondered if you even got them yet. Suddenly, Damiano got up. Not caring about the party or the beer, not that he did before. He didn't even bother to acknowledge the couple that he bumped into on his way out of the bar. He couldn't be bothered that the guy was angrily yelling at him to watch up. No. All he cared about was calling you. And so he did.

"If not for you, I wouldn't sing anymore

(Da-ba-ra-ba-ra, ta-ta, da-ba-ra-ba-ra)

If not for you, I couldn't get off this floor

(Da-ba-ra-ba-ra, ta-pa)

If not for you, hell would be knockin' on my door

If not for you"

There were the moments when he felt like all of that fame was too much. Moments when he wondered if he should be doing this. Moments when he wondered was he even good enough for this. Moments when he wondered did he deserve all of the thing and people he has now. There were moments when he felt like breaking down. It was just before the tour. He was in the (Y/N)'s and his apartment alone. Or at least he thought that he was alone. Damiano was sitting on their bed. He hid his face in his head, gripping his hair. He felt a strong burning sensation in his eyes. He didn't let go. He thought that he shouldn't, that it's not worth it. He missed the sound of the door of the apartment opening, he missed his name being called out softly over and over again. Like a broken record player.

"Damiano." he lifted his head then. There she was. Holding the keys of the car in left hand and an empty luggage in her right hand. It belonged to him. He was supposed to be packing the last suitcase, but he wasn't. He left it in the middle of the hallway. He knew (Y/N) must have stumbled upon it and she brought it here. He couldn't keep his tears in anymore when he saw her slowly walking up to him. He smashed into her, pulling her against him tightly. He slipped his hand under his her shirt as he felt the warmth of her skin and smelled the sweetness of her perfume. It was almost like, if he had loosened his grip even a little bit, she would disappear. He knew he will have enough time to miss her for 2 months. He needed this comfort. He needed her in his arms for a little while longer because he knew that neither of them could know when they will see each other.

"Are you okay, amante [lover]." you asked him softly as both of you slowly lowered onto the cold floor. You felt him falling down so you went with him. You felt like that too, anyways. You were running your hands through his hair as you reasted your head on top of his. It was almost if he was squishing the life out of you, but you didn't care. He learned his head against your chest, focusing on your heartbeat.

"You know, if it wasn't for you I wouldn't sing anymore." he said and for a moment he left you speechless. You were about to say something when he interrupted you. You let him. "You are the reason I am here today. You are the reason I didn't give up. You are my motive, my inspiration for everything I do. Sei la mia musa [You are my muse]. Sei la mia ispirazione [You are my inspiration]."

As Damiano continued to clutch you to him, he felt something wet streaming down his hairline. He knew very well what it was. He was doing it, too.

"No more Nirvana

No Billy Jean

No dancin' if you were gone

How could I wake up

How could I sleep

How could I be someone

All those crowds

All the music would just fade out

Not a sound"

Damiano was gripping that microphone for his dear life, it seems like. He felt his throat being sore, but adrenaline was at its highest peek so it was all right. He could see in the corner of his eyes Vic and Thomas playing along with his singing. Ethan was also jamming away with his drums. The crowd in front of him was screaming, dancing, laughing, they were having fun. The band did to. You could fill the high spirit. But you could also feel that something was missing. Or rather someone. Damiano felt it deep in his being. Everyone was here. But there wasn't one person that should be. You. His eyes scanned the crowd. His wild, dark eyes searching in hope of finding your (Y/E/C) ones. He hoped, even though he felt like he shouldn't, that you would somehow be here. Even though you were thousands of miles away, he hoped that you would be there. He hoped that some miracle happened and that his lover would have her schedule cleared so she could come. Damiano hoped, even if you don't come to him, that you ate, drank. That you are taking care of yourself. He hoped with his whole being that you are alright and that he will see you again very soon. Otherwise, he might just come and get you himself.

Just as Damiano finished singing the last chords of their song his eyes unexpectedly found ones he missed so much. At that moment he felt like he was whole again. That the missing part of his sould was glued back to him again. And it was.

There you stood. Practically in front of Vic who was playing in front of the left side of the stage. You were standing next to Leo, looking at him. He felt like he was all alone there with you. Damiano felt like he was dreaming. But he wasn't. You were there. Just like he asked you when he called you three days ago. You were there, looking and smiling at him. Singing along with him. He knew that he was home at last.

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I didn’t need to be called out like this, but yeah.

“my daughter is completely fine!”

ma’am your daughter has to read fanfics about fictional characters just to maintain a healthy mental state

We don’t deserve Tom Holland

tom holland starred in billy elliot on stage, still dances ballet a lot, confidently said he’d fuck thor, is soft around puppies and kids all the time, talks about getting emotional/crying without making it seem like a bad thing or a big deal, and dressed in this

while dancing to rihanna, and i just love him a lot for it, ok? i’m glad this is the guy that little boys growing up now will see playing spiderman. you go on rejecting toxic masculinity, tom. 

Prompt: Tsuyu, Mina and Hagakure receiving a love letter from their s/o?

Requester: Penman Anon

Asui:

○ When she first receives the letter she’s pretty sure it’s from s/o, which makes her all the happier. She thinks the idea of them communicating something nice to her via letter is super adorable

○ She’s smiling and blushing a little the whole way through. Some of the things s/o says are really sweet if not a little embarrassing but she loves every word

○ It’s a highlight of her month. No matter what kind of day she’d been having, it’s now one of her best days because of this letter. It could bring her out of even a really sad mood

○ Tsu’s very likely to write them a letter back! She’ll thank them for a few specific things they said in her letter and tell them what she loves about them most

○ If Tsu’s s/o is very shy she likely wont bring the letter up explicit so she doesn’t embarrass them. Through her affection and happiness though she makes sure they know she got it and loved it

○ If her s/o is more outgoing though, Tsu is happy to tell them how sweet a gesture it was and how much she appreciated it verbally - even though she’ll say it again in her letter too

○ Keeps the letter propped up on her desk for quite a while. Thinking about it makes her happy. Eventually it goes into her letter box, but she keeps it probably as long as the relationship lasts.

Ashido:

○ When she  first finds the letter Mina thinks it’s kind of weird - that’s only because s/o’s name isn’t on the envelope and she has no idea what someone would send her a letter for. Couldn’t they just tell her?

○ Still, it definitely has her interest and she probably opens it right away. S/o should be careful about when, where and how they give it to her because nothing is going to stop her from ripping into it as soon as she gets her hands on it

○ She goes from thinking getting a letter is weird to thinking it’s the cutest, sweetest thing in the world when she realizes it’s a love letter from her partner. She’s pretty well squealing in excitement! How romantic!

○ Not going to keep this to herself though. She will read it to her female friends and she’s going to tell everyone about it. Mostly that’s because she’s so excited and happy she just can’t contain herself though

○ Probably seeks out s/o as soon as she can and pulls them into the biggest bear hug she can, thanking them and telling them how sweet their letter was. Unless s/o is really anxious she wont care who’s around when she does this

○ She might get s/o a small thank you gift, just to reciprocate somehow - and because she likes buying her s/o presents.

○ Keeps the letter in her bedside drawer so it’s somewhere close and safe. She’ll read it over and over again to cheer herself up if she’s feeling down.

Hagakure:

○ Immediately hopes it’s a love letter. That just sounds so romantic and cute she can’t help but let it be her first thought when she finds the envelope

○ Just because she hoped for it doesn’t mean she actually expected it though. When she realizes that it actually is her best case scenario and her s/o gave her a love letter she’s literally jumping for joy!

○ She’s almost too nervous to keep reading though. Like she’s so excited, this is amazing. Can she even handle this?? It takes her a little while to compose herself

○ Hagakure actually considers going to find one of her friends to read it with her. She probably wont want to wait though. However, if one of them is already there she’ll let them read it too

○ ‘I can’t believe I’m so pink!’ no one can tell that she’s blushing but she is. It’s mostly from happiness though! She’s a little warmer every time she reads it - and she definitely reads it more than once!

○ Probably texts her s/o immediately to tell them they got it and gush about how much she loved it! She’ll thank them again in person the next time she sees them too

○ She keeps the letter in her purse for a while so she can read it over if she wants to.

Imagine the 1A girls finding out they all have a crush on the same person.

Request:Imagine the 1A girls finding out they all have a crush on the same person.

A/n:Here you go💕

“Okay so on 3, we’re gonna say the person we have a crush on!”

“1….2….3!”

“(Name)/(N-Name)!!!!!”

“…”

“Wait what?”

BNHA Imagine

What if your quirk was 

The power to interact with the world as if in a video game.

Quirk: Video Game.

You can alter the laws of physics to mimic any and all video games. This power can give you a wide variety of abilities.

Ex:

Absolute Strength from games such as Hulk.

Gain Speed or Driving Skills from games like Racing or Sonic games.

Can use a cheat code from a real game to trick your foes.

Cyber Avatar for their own use.

Enhanced Accuracy from every shooting game.

Glitching by using exploits from games.

Head-Up Display

Health Point Meter

Independent Growing Booster

Magic by using every single power from fantasy games.

Martial Arts from fighting games.

Nigh Omnipotence via hacking and mods.

Omnilingualism via subtitles.

Point System

Reality Playing

Resurrection by gaining extra lives or give an extra life someone else.

Self-Power Bestowal - one may gain new powers and abilities like in an RPG and even create their own.

Slow-Motion

Team Combination by working together to defeat the bosses and challenges.

Team Wipe by defeating an entire Raid Group in one attack.

Temporal Reload via saving and loading.

Time Stopping - Can pause the surrounding area.

Variable Manipulation - Level up any thing to their will.

Video Game Constructs

Video Game Materialization

Video Game Mimicry - virtually any physiology from any game.

Manipulate weapons in various weapon games.

Limitations:

May be limited to existing games or games you know about. However, this power doesn’t necessarily rely on specific games. It could mimic general styles, genres and teams common in video games.

Depending on how it is used, it may bestow others in the area with video game based powers as well.

May also gain weaknesses depending on the video game that is mimicked.

Any Cheat Codes on things that manipulate what people do like car infinite mass and pedestrian war and evil cars may or may not work.

If the user relies on remembering the ability in the video game, Memory Manipulation is highly effective.

Example of this quirk —> (Here~!), (Here~!), and (Here~!)

Also have a companion that’s like Beemo, from Adventure time. And you take with you everywhere, even to school.

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I don’t own anything but the imagine part. :P