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till-you-scream-and-cry · 9 months

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Pairing: Ethan x Fem!Reader

summary: you and Ethan have a special bond, but when problems appear, things get painful

word count: 2.1 k

contents: polyamory (kinda), angst, fluff, hurt and comfort, some smut, mentions of not eating,

author’s note: wrote a little something while i’m trying to come up with some bigger project, i hope you’ll like it 💕

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“Are you sure there’s no other way?”

Ethan asked quietly, his voice was soft and filled with sadness. A few hours earlier you got a message from your university, that your scholarship has been accidentally granted, and you must return for the final semester to your home country.

“I emailed them, called and talked to several people. They all said the same thing. I need to go back.” You sat down heavily on his bed and curled up in his lap. His hand immediately found its way to your hair, gently stroking your head.

“I don’t want you to go.” He whispered.

“I don’t want to go either.”

You lay there, cuddled up in silence, trying to somehow get used to the thought that in a few days, you won’t have that closeness, you won’t feel each other’s warmth, skin. You won’t be able to smell his shampoo and talk for hours before falling asleep. He was special, the kind of love you’ve seen in movies, and read in books with flushed cheeks, hidden with a flashlight under a blanket. You weren’t expecting even to find friends during your stay in Rome, yet somehow you found something much better.

You met him at a flea market, on one chilly Sunday morning. After a short while you got closer. He introduced you to his friends, which seemed to be fond of you as well. At least that’s what he told you. You lived in your perfect little world, without labels, fights, and jealousy, but with lots of mutual love, care, and passion.

One evening you bumped into a really handsome guy – Marco. In the heat of the moment, the three of you ended up in Ethan’s flat, and more specifically his bed. After a long night, full of love in every form, you and Ethan made a decision to keep him around. First, he was supposed to be a fun addition to your sex life, but something about Marco charmed Ethan. You felt close to him, attracted to him, but without any bigger feelings. He was fun and made Ethan happy, and that’s all you cared about.

The next morning after the sad news arrived, the three of you met at Ethan’s flat for breakfast.

“I’m not leaving you alone, you’ll have someone to keep you company while I’m gone.” You smiled at Ethan.

“She’s right, I won’t let you mourn.” Marco squeezed Ethan’s hand and winked at you.

Ethan sat in silence with a forced smile, trying to stay composed and ignore his watery eyes.

About three weeks had passed. You managed to somehow fill your days enough to keep yourself from crying, filled with heartache. You missed Ethan so damn much and kept counting the days till your visit.

A loud buzzing noise woke you up. You fell asleep with your face on your desk. Again. Trying to study, handling sleepless nights and somehow maintaining a social life to stay sane, were catching up with you. You glanced at your vibrating phone, trying to see what time it is.

“Vic? Hey.” You mumbled, still rubbing your eyes, you hissed as the smeared mascara started burning a little.

“Hi, umm… Sorry, I'm calling this late but…” Vic sounded a bit nervous, which wasn’t something you’ve seen often.

“What happened? Everything ok?” you were surprised by your own, trembling voice.

“It’s Ethan… I don’t want to tell you too much, you should talk. He’s not doing great.”

Your heart started beating like crazy, your breath got shorter and faster.

“Is he alright? Safe?!” You said a bit too loudly.

“Physically yes, we’re making sure he’s safe. Mentally… Can you please come here this weekend? I know it’s short notice, but…”

“I’ll be there tomorrow.” You said and ended the call.

You sat down on your bed, with a thousand thoughts racing through your head. He seemed a bit odd for the past few days but still seemed like himself. Just a bit more busy than usual. You took a deep breath, realizing how fast you were bouncing your legs and how red your cuticles got from you biting on them.

“Fuck…” You mumbled and grabbed a laptop to book flights. A few moments later your bag was already packed, waiting for a morning bus to the airport.

You couldn’t sleep at all, Ethan wasn’t responding to any of your messages. All you had was a chat with Vic, Thomas, and Damiano who kept reassuring you with their messages, that even though it looks terrible, they had things under control.

The road to the airport and the flight were a blur. Damiano picked you up with an apologetic smile on his face.

“I’m sorry, we didn’t want to scare you, but I genuinely don’t remember the last time he was in such a state. There’s no way of talking to him, he’s just, absent.”

You gave him a hug and gently patted his back.

“I hope I can help.” You mumbled.

On the ride, Damiano told you a little about what happened in the last few days. Since leaving Ethan alone in his flat wasn’t an option, the four of them moved to their summer house, where they usually spent free time creating new music. Ethan allowed them to pack his bags, and drive him to the spot. He sadly climbed the stairs and locked himself up in a room. He spent a full two days there, before letting anyone inside. He refused to eat, drink and talk to anyone. He never said what happened, which made them even more concerned.

“So we’ve decided that besides us, you’re the only person he might actually listen to. We tried to reach his sisters, but they’re abroad, apparently without a signal.”

You sighed and shook your head.

Damiano opened the door for you and grabbed your luggage. Vic and Thomas were in the living room, waiting for you. Both of them gave you hugs.

“Thank you, really. We got so worried…” Thomas said, his voice cracking at the last syllable. Vic wrapped her arms around him and kissed his temple.

“He’s upstairs in his room, right?”

They nodded.

“We’ll give you some space and go shopping. Call us if you need anything.” Damiano sent you a pale smile and closed the door behind the three of them.

You slowly climbed the stairs with a racing heart, scared to find out what happened. You opened the heavy door to his room with a loud squeak. Ethan was curled up on the bed, his hair all messy, dressed only in boxers and an old shirt he once had stolen from you. You closed the door behind you and walked closer.

“Ethan?” You said quietly. He quickly turned around and looked at you.

“You came?” His voice was shaky, it cracked at the last syllable. His face was pale, eyes red and teary, his lips puffy from crying.

“Of course I did.” You said, with great concern in your voice.

You sat down at the edge of the bed. Ethan without a word, crawled closer, he put his face on your lap and wrapped his arms around you. You leaned down and kissed his head, embracing him in a tight hug. Suddenly you felt wetness on your thighs. His tears were hot, he choked on them quietly.

“My love, what happened?” You whispered, not letting him go, still holding him tight.

“Marco…he turned out to be a bastard.” Ethan blurted out.

“What did he do? Where is he now?” You asked with a big frown.

Ethan sat up and wiped his eyes. He looked at you and cleared his throat.

“As soon as you left, he started acting differently. He kept saying that it’s good that you left, and that now we can be alone. We started fighting about that. I kept repeating that I love you, and he didn’t like that. I should’ve known something was up, he kept insisting on going out with me, trying to meet my friends and people from the label. And well…” he sighed and started rubbing his forehead.

“Did he hurt you?” You whispered.

“We went to a party, I caught him kissing with some guy. I asked what’s that about? He was drunk and said a bit too much.”

He shook his head and looked up at you.

“He said that he’s embarrassed by how I look, that I like makeup, with how I dress, that I talk about some bullshit that interests me. He said that I’m pathetic and that he just wanted to fuck and meet people to expand his photography business. He said that to my face with lots of people listening.”

You loudly exhaled. Both of you sat there in silence. You couldn’t believe that anyone could treat another person so horribly. Especially, Ethan, a person who you knew wouldn’t hurt a fly. And to do that while he was vulnerable and in love? You couldn’t wrap your head around this. All you could do was cup his face and look deeply into his eyes, with all the love you had for him.

“Ethan… I’m so sorry. You don’t deserve to be treated like this. None of it is true. I love you so much for who you are. Anyone who thinks otherwise doesn’t deserve your attention.

He swallowed hard, a tear rolled down his cheek. You smiled softly and wiped it with your finger.

“Thank you, for being you. And for loving me, despite everything.” He whispered, nuzzling his face to your hand.

“How could I not love you?” You cupped his face and kissed him gently, scared that he’ll fall apart. You broke off the kiss and pressed your forehead to his. “I’m here now, and I’ll keep you safe.”

Ethan nodded and cuddled into you, wrapping his arms around your middle.

Once you managed to calm him down a little, you made a bubble bath for him. He was exhausted from lack of sleep, food, and dehydration. Seeing him like this, barely able to stand on his own, was breaking your heart. You helped him get into the tub, sat beside him and started gently washing his hair. He sighed as you started massaging his scalp. Once you finished, you helped him wrap himself in a fluffy bathrobe and get back to his room. He sat in a big chair in front of the mirror and watched your every move as you started brushing his tangled hair. You saw a soft smile on his face and kissed his shoulder. When you finished, he moved back to bed.

“Thank you. It really means so much.” He said quietly, looking at you with soft eyes.

“You don’t need to thank me, it’s what you deserve.”

“Come here.” He was sitting on the bed, his back resting against the frame. He patted his lap.

You crawled closer and sat on him, straddling him, and put both hands on his shoulders. His face changed and brightened up immediately.

“I missed you…” his hands started wandering over your back and your sides. “All of you…” He whispered as his thumbs brushed your breasts.

“I missed you too.” You dragged your hands down to his chest, looking deeply into his eyes.

He cupped your face and pulled you into a deep and passionate kiss. You sighed against his lips and rolled your hips. He moaned quietly, you felt his cock twitch underneath you. The only barrier between you two was your underwear and bathrobe.

“Do you want me?” He said in a breathy voice.

“I always do.” You replied.

Ethan parted his bathrobe, and his hardening cock bounced back. You looked down and grabbed him, slowly stroking him. He once again kissed you, this time it was more messy and hungry.

“Please…” He whimpered.

You lifted your dress a little and moved your soaked panties aside. He grabbed your hips and pulled you down on his cock, stretching you around him. You both moaned loudly. Ethan started guiding your hips with one hand, helping you find the rhythm. His other hand kept teasing your breast. You both started panting loudly, filling the room with your noises. You put your hands on his shoulder and started moving faster, riding him the way you knew he loved. You were both on edge, chasing your release. The pent-up lust and passion from weeks of being apart caught up with both of you. You sped up your pace, feeling Ethan thrusting up into you harder. You threw your head back, feeling the tension building up inside of you. He grabbed your hips firmly and started slamming into you. Seconds later you both came hard, moaning loudly. You looked down at him, his dreamy eyes and flushed cheeks. He looked gorgeous. Ethan wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to his chest. While still panting, he whispered against your neck.

“All I ever needed was you. All of you. The rest is just a background noise.”

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taste-your-silhouette · 10 months

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I'm seeing you in a whole new light

Pairings: Ethan Torchio x fem!reader Contents: Fluff Summary: Maneskin is in your state capital and by a stroke of luck, you manage to bring your favorite band to perform in your small hometown, thanks to Ethan. Words: ~1980 The same A/N: Please, forgive me again if you come across any errors while reading.

Your favorite band is about to rock your state capital, but unfortunately, you won't be able to join the party since you live way upstate. You've moved on from the stage of feeling bummed out and furious about missing out. Now, you're embracing it and finding ways to occupy yourself on the day of the show. Have you figured out your action plan to keep yourself occupied and prevent those thoughts of them being close yet distant from clouding your mind?

You're in your city's downtown with your dad today, helping him with some pesky errands and killing time. The two of you went your separate ways, and now you're strolling through the vibrant city all by yourself.

You're not accustomed to the lively city atmosphere with its cacophony of car honks and bustling crowds. People are bustling about, some strolling while others practically sprinting. Just when you thought the day couldn't get any busier, your cell phone rings, adding another layer of chaos to the mix.

"Oh my goodness, what a disaster!" you grumble, keeping your head down as you try to navigate through the crowd without colliding with anyone while answering your phone. Unfortunately, your attempt proves unsuccessful, and you end up colliding with someone, causing both of you to tumble to the ground and face each other.

It's impossible not to recognize who ended up on the ground with you. Right in front of you, sitting on the floor is Ethan!

"Oh, my ass!" he complains, but despite the pain, he maintains a good-natured tone of voice.

You chuckle and agree:

"Yeah, falling on your rear end hurts."

"Let me give you a hand."

Ethan helps you up, and then he starts patting his backside to clean his pants. You do the same, returning your attention to the people and all the chaos around you.

"Sorry, um... I..." you begin to say, but there's so much you want to express that it's impossible not to stutter. "I didn't see you. I was a bit distracted, and... could we take a picture together? Sorry again, it's just that I'm a huge fan of Måneskin, and I didn't realize you guys were already in town. Unfortunately, I won't be able to attend the show, and I wanted to avoid being reminded that you all were around. You arrived well before the concert, right? Anyway, I'm rambling too much. Sorry once again."

"Don't worry, take it easy! I was also walking without paying attention, so I'm partly to blame. Hey, why don't you come with me? Let me treat you to a drink if you'd like, and I can even get you a couple of tickets to the show."

You desperately want to accept and go anywhere with him, and you're about to say a million yeses, but your cell phone rings once again with your father's name displayed prominently on the screen.

"I can't believe I'm gonna pass up on this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity," you mutter to yourself.

"What did you say? Are we going?" Ethan offers a hesitant smile.

"Oh, I really, really want to, but I can't... I live far outside the city, and my dad's waiting for me so we can head back before it gets dark."

"Ohh, I see..." He responds, clearly disappointed.

Ethan starts to glance downwards and around as if searching for the right words in his mind. "Then let me fulfill your request and take the picture you asked for. It's only fair, considering I bumped into you too."

You both take some nice photos, and you've thanked Ethan countless times for being so willing to take pictures with you. You bid each other goodbye, and as you take a few steps away, he catches up with you, slightly out of breath, and asks, "Could I have your phone number?"

"Do you want my phone number? Absolutely!"

Ethan offers you his phone so you can enter your number, and you add your name as well. "Y/N, it's a pleasure!"

When you reunite with your father, he's on the verge of scolding you for being late. To avoid the argument, you melodramatically recount how you fell in the street, conveniently omitting the part about meeting the love of your life, who had no idea you existed until yesterday. But for the next few hours, he'll feel a twinge of pain whenever he sits down and remember you! Even though he probably won't text you, having your phone number is enough.

4 days have flown by, and tomorrow is the big Måneskin concert. Ethan still hasn't sent you a text. Despite all your plans to distract yourself from the impending show, everything has been ruined because your thoughts are consumed by the concert and Ethan.

You could have encountered any of the 4 band members, but it was only Ethan, the one you're head over heels for. He's now firmly stuck in your mind, occupying the top spot in your thoughts. The huge poster on the ceiling of his room is his, the first face you see in the morning and the last one before you drift off to sleep. You loved that encounter on the street, but now all you can do is replay that moment in your head and gaze at your phone screen, where a picture of the two of you resides, eagerly awaiting a message from him.

While you're browsing through the other snapshots you've captured, a notification appears from an unfamiliar number:

Y/N? Hey! It's Ethan!

Hoping everything's groovy with you.

OMG, it's ETHAN!!

As you struggle to compose a response, erasing and rewriting it multiple times, he sends another message:

Is this where you reside?

Accompanying the message is a photo of his own house.

And well, it's simply your humble abode.

You don't even respond to his message; you simply bolt out of the house and spot Ethan leaning against a sleek black ride right in front of your crib.

Approaching him with a wide grin, you inquire, "How did you track me down? Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I'm just genuinely curious."

Before Ethan can answer, the car's rear window slides halfway down, and Damiano chimes in, "So, you're Y/N? Ethan's been losing his mind ever since he fell on his rear with you." He bursts into laughter. "He wouldn't rest until he figured out how far you live, and when he did..."

"Can you keep it down?" Ethan interrupts Damiano and leads you away from the car, holding your hand gently.

"He can't hold back, he'd spill the beans."

"All of you came here?"

"Yeah, Vic and Thomas went to grab a bite, and Damiano tagged along with me because I needed to see you."

"I..."

"Shh, let me elaborate. Over these past 4 days, I've been on a mission to find you. You mentioned living far away and not being able to attend the show, so I thought I'd bring a piece of the show to you." Ethan concludes with a smile.

"What? Like, seriously? Are you guys going to perform here in this remote place?"

"Yeah! I managed to convince our producer. We'll play a few songs, nothing too extravagant, but at least you'll get a glimpse of the show." Ethan flashes a gentle smile.

You try your best to contain yourself, but upon hearing this, overwhelming happiness fills you up. You start jumping and twirling with joy, unable to contain your emotions. You give Ethan a tight hug and exclaim,

"Thank you so, so much! You have no clue how incredibly happy I am!"

He hugs you back.

"No need to thank me, that's the least I could do after accidentally knocking you down in the middle of a bustling street."

You step back and observe the way Ethan gazes at you as if his eyes are sparkling.

"Well, I've got to go now. Let's get ready. I'll text you the time and location, all right?"

You nod and reply, "Okay, See you later”

Ethan retreats towards the car, still giving you a distinct look, but it's not a negative one.

"See you, Y/N," he says with a smile.

You arrive at the spot Ethan instructed you to come at the designated time. It's a quaint little town, and it seems like the entire town has gathered here. Even if they're not familiar with Måneskin, everyone is eager for something out of the ordinary, something different from their usual surroundings.

You make your way to a spot near the impromptu stage and reunite with some friends.

"Can you believe it? Måneskin is right here!" one of them exclaims with immense excitement.

"It's like a surreal dream," another friend remarks.

You simply laugh and nod in agreement, opting not to share what had happened earlier. Instead, you immerse yourself in the pre-show excitement with your friends.

Damiano, Vic, and Thomas emerge from behind the curtain, and Ethan joins them, taking his place on the drums.

His gaze sweeps across the place, landing on you, and he flashes a smile, accompanied by a playful wink.

"Hey everyone, this little gig is dedicated to our newest buddy Y/N!" Damiano announces before launching into a song.

Your friends turn to you, shrieking with excitement, and you join in the ecstatic chorus, letting your screams blend with theirs.

The concert was absolutely mind-blowing, it had such an intimate and enchanting vibe like a total dream come true. Once the show ended, you and your friends pick up right where you left off, reliving every moment and sharing all the details. The excitement is contagious as your friends can't contain their screams of joy, and you're equally thrilled, buzzing with the same level of enthusiasm for the incredible performance.

"Will Ethan stay connected with you, Y/N?" one of your friends inquires.

Well, you're not sure, but you're holding onto that hope with all your heart.

Before you can respond, your friend's face suddenly transforms, and as you turn around, you find Ethan standing right behind you.

"Oh, I definitely want to keep connected with Y/N," he says, locking eyes with you and giving a charming smile.

One of your friends discreetly nudges the others away, granting you and Ethan some much-needed privacy.

"Thanks a million for everything, this gig was mind-blowing, I couldn't have even dreamt of this day."

"Don't mention it. We all had a blast, but I gotta admit, I had an extra blast. And I meant every word when I said I wanna stay connected with you."

You flash a smile and momentarily hesitate before reaching up and caressing his cheek tenderly.

"I'm totally up for that," you whisper.

"I wa-"

"Hey Ethan, we gotta bounce!" Damiano shouts, cutting him off.

Ethan simply brushes his knuckles against your cheek and says,

"We'll meet again," he leans closer to your face, "count on it."

He plants a lingering kiss on one of your cheeks and another one on the other cheek, but this time, it's dangerously close to your lips.

"See you, Y/N," he whispers in your ear and strolls away.

You stand there frozen for a few minutes, trying to process everything that just unfolded.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket, snapping you back to reality.

You beam with excitement when you see Ethan's name on the notification.

"Every second with you was pure magic... I'm eagerly counting down the minutes until our next rendezvous."

You swiftly type:

"Next time, can you aim that smooch right on target?"

In the blink of an eye, another message arrives:

"That's definitely on my mind."

And so, you both carry on the conversation through messages, followed by marathon phone calls that stretch for hours. Then, one day, you drift off to sleep and wake up to find in front of you a living, breathing Ethan—much better than a simple poster on the ceiling.

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filthforfriends · 1 year

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Just imagine Ethan as a Dad that would be just *chefs kiss* 💋

I imagine his 4 year old kiddo running up to him with a "drawing" thats just scribbles on a page for the 7th time today. Ethan is sitting at his computer, trying to produce music, but he's also hellbent on encouraging his child's creativity, regardless of how it tests his patience.

So when he hears the high pitched screech of "Papà, papà, look what I made!" Of course the child bursts into the room without knocking and interrupts him mid-thought.

"Ah, okay. One moment," he'd placate while halfway lost in rhythm. (I can so clearly hear those words in his tone of voice.) His kid has at least learned to wait for this. Of course they're also vibrating with excitement, next to some very expensive, very breakable equipment. Ethan can't really focus while worried that his child is going to trip over a bass drum petal and take the skin of their entire shin. This was supposed to be dad's special room, where only grownups were allowed, but he'd broken that rule before the little ones could even talk by showing them his music.

"Aright, what do we have?" His hands would land on his thighs as punctuation while Ethan turned his chair and refocused attention.

"I made a present for you!" Cue piece of notebook paper with a bunch of red and green lines thrust into Ethan's hands.

"Oh, wow. A Christmas tree in May!" He'd act excited and his kiddo would know not to be put off by his almost monotone way of speaking. Thats just how papà talks.

"No, papà its a crab! Don't you see it?" Ethan couldn't bear the disappointed expression that children make when adults don't understand their drawings. He would tilt his head to the side and pretend to have a revelation.

"Oh, now I do! Of course I can see right here" gestures vaguely to a part of the page. "It is clearly a crab, yes."

"That's its leg."

"And how many legs do crabs have?" Ethan gets up and grabs the tape he keeps in the desk drawer expressly for this purpose. He hangs the paper on the one wall that isn't soundproofed next to many other drawings. A composite of his favorites would become the cover art of a future album.

"Six!"

"Almost..." he coaxes, encouraging.

"Um, eight. Like a spider. A sea spider!"

"A sea spider?" he'd repeat, using his most theatrical voice. Ethan would lift his little one off the ground with an exaggerated groan, making them burst into giggles.

"How many claws?"

"Two! Thats easy."

"Alright, do you know if mamma or dad are home, yet, my little marine biologist?" The Torchio household nanny would be waiting right outside the door, ready to take the kid from Ethan's arms. He had made it clear that the children were allowed to interrupt him to give him their art.

"Your mamma just pulled into the driveway." Their nanny would speak directly to the little one, as per request of Ethan and his partners. He wanted his children to be treated like equals, talked to not over. Upon hearing their mamma come through the door the child would wiggle around until set on the ground so they could go running through the house, squealing. Ethan doesn't bother reminding them to knock for the 7th time today.

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oro-e-diamanti · 1 year

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7 and Ethan, please 😭😭😭😭

"It's you. It's always been you."

Ethan + fluff

“I hate Valentine’s day.”

You don’t know why you agreed to take a walk with Ethan. Apparently, you’ve been moping around all day until he had enough and ordered some fresh air for you, grabbing you by the sleeve to drag you outside. Neither of you had, however, quite taken into account that there would be a sickening amount of couples displaying questionable PDA around with window displays and massive advertisements full of hearts and angels. You want to vomit.

“Why?” Ethan asks, as if that’s any question at all. It’s pretty damn obvious, you think.

“Because it’s a stupid reminder that no one likes me,” you pout. You sense that he’s about to say something, but you’re not quite done. “And the day is just as stupid, it always sucks and I’m miserable and I wish it wouldn’t exist.”

“Well, both of that is a lie,” he finally concludes. You look up at him with a questioning look. You wait for him to continue, elaborate, but he simply stops walking and you can see that he’s deep in thought. “Right, I’m taking you out tonight.”

“On Valentine’s?!”

“On Valentine’s. Go home, put on something pretty and I’ll pick you up in two hours.”

Ethan doesn’t give you a chance to react before he presses a kiss to your cheek, lingering for longer than necessary, and jogs back into the direction of his own place.

***

You don’t quite know why you do exactly as Ethan told you. But, well, he’s your friend and you’ve always been susceptible to pretty much anything he ever does or says. It comes with the territory of crushing on him. It’s harder to keep that crush hidden now though, when he’s literally asked you out on what is supposed to be the most romantic day of the year. You don’t quite know what to make of it yet.

But you get dressed up, just a little bit, and you put on your favourite lipstick. With no idea what he has in mind, it’s hard to prepare. “Taking you out” doesn’t specify very much. Your brain is rattling with possible ideas. But when he finally turns up and looks better than ever in a white, lacy shirt and black trousers, holding his hand out to you to lead you away, you still end up surprised.

“Ethan, why are we in a supermarket?”

You feel slightly overdressed, but the fact that he looks made up for a nice dinner instead of a shopping trip too helps.

“Because eating out is overrated and we’re cooking pasta.”

“And that’s what I got dressed up for? To be ‘taken out’ to a supermarket?” you giggle. He stops to look you up and down, really taking you and your outfit in.

“No, you got dressed up for me. At least that’s what I was hoping.”

***

The kitchen is a mess. There’s dishes cluttered everywhere, you find a spot of sauce on Ethan’s shirt, and the food could have been a little better and a little less salty, but the room is full of laughter and your heart is full of love.

You sink down into the couch with Ethan, glasses of wine in your hand, when he pulls something out of his bag you didn’t notice before.

“I didn’t want to be stereotypical but I still thought you should get a present.”

The shape of the wrapped present is telling enough but you still tear at it immediately to reveal a book you’ve been eyeing up for weeks now. You don’t know how he knows. In an instant, your arms are slung around his neck as you press him close to your body and without thinking, you kiss his lips, short and sweet, and neither of you mentions it when you pull away and start fumbling with the book again.

“Thank you for making this Valentine’s bearable.”

“Don’t I always?”

There’s no cockiness in his voice. It’s not a smart remark. It’s a genuine question. And as you look at him, really look at him, and almost lose yourself in his dark brown eyes, it becomes so painfully obvious.

He does, always. A phletora of pictures rushes into your head. Days spent with Ethan, sobbing, drinking, dancing, laughing, on Valentine’s day. Him cheering you up with the worst movies and the greasiest takeouts. On Valentine’s. Pretending to be your date for the night to go to some silly night club with music you don’t even enjoy just to have too many cocktails and discuss the couples around you. On Valentine’s. Them being away on tour but Ethan still making sure to have you fly out to meet him, spending the day in his hotel room, not really doing anything, just making sure neither of you is alone on this stupid, stupid day.

“You do,” you mumble to yourself, stunned by the sudden realisation. “But… but why? I know you’ve been seeing people, why have you spent the last… I don’t even know how many Valentine’s with me?”

“Because… It’s you. It’s always been you.”

It isn’t just your stomach – it’s your whole being that erupts into butterflies. You don’t know how you couldn’t see this before, it seems ridiculous and so incredibly obvious now, but still you never entertained the possibility of Ethan liking you back, like that, at all. Yet, now, sitting next to him and looking into his eyes, you know there’s not a spec of dishonesty in his voice.

Your brain shuts off as you leap forward, book tumbling to the ground, and put your mouth on his, intentionally this time, and with enough force to almost knock him back. Ethan’s arms wrap around you as if he’s scared you could vanish into thin air if he didn’t keep you in a tight grip and you feel loved.

But it’s only when you pull back and Ethan is smiling like the world has just turned into his personal utopia that you realise, he’s actually serious about this.

“Want to spend next Valentine’s together too?” he asks playfully and you know there’s no option of any other answer than yes, yes, yes so you simply kiss him again and decide that maybe, just maybe, this day isn’t so bad after all.

#ethan torchio blurb #ethan torchio x reader #ethan torchio fluff #blurb #prompt blurb #writing #my writing

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reputationdamiano · 2 years

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Hi babee. So i saw your headcanon request are open and here i am lol.

Imagine them as a grandparents. To be honest it isn't seem like as in my ımagine when i write it here but it doesn't have matter. We're going to be old anyway.

Have a nice day/night 🥰❤️🥰🥰❤️❤️🥰🥰

måneskin as grandparents headcanons

word count: 243

warnings: none

a/n: hi, sorry for replying almost a year after this request was sent. i wasn’t feeling particularly creative but i hope you enjoy!

damiano:

i imagine him storytelling a lot, all about måneskin’s adventures and showing videos of their performances, generally reminiscing the past

that sporty kind of grandfather who teaches children how to ride a bike or who plays basketball with them!

damiano would try to make his grandkids laugh as much as possible with his cheesy jokes

he would definitely make them chamomile tea before bed

ethan:

i think he’d spoil the kids by letting them do everything they want to, including things their parents wouldn't let them do

ethan would definitely teach them the basics of playing drums

he would be a shoulder to cry on, always comforting his grandkids whenever they feel unhappy

ethan would read bedtime stories while putting the children to sleep

thomas:

picture him being so proud when he shows his little signature dance to his grandkids

thomas would keep up with the trends whatever they would be in the year 2065, definitely a modern and cool grandad!

the guitarist of the band would play cards or board games with his grandkids

i think thomas would encourage the kids to start a band on their own!

victoria:

i imagine vic going outside with the kids and painting nature

she would know about everything happening in her grandchildren’s life and would give the best advice

vic would bake all kinds of delicious pastries for her grandchildren

our style icon would obviously help the kids make the best fashion choices

taglist: @ethanesimp @kirstansworld @bidet-and-legolas @gretavanfleetlove @otaculo @bieberhoodforever @kyliesalvatore @dont-let-me-drown-in-you @hopelessromantic727 @ilwiwbysmv @lovelymaneskindays @grzybowysyn @butkutee @livcwildcndfrcc @que--sera--sera @torchiosfries @inloveppp

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gotheskin · 8 months

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hi, my name is jess, my pronouns are (she/they), welcome to gotheskin (mia goth + måneskin), a blog where i will be writing and posting about different celebrities.

about me (in progress)

requests are: open

(be specific in your requests by stating the character(s), & the basic kinks and/or plot points!)

people i write smut / fluff / angst about are:

måneskin [masterlist here]

damiano david

ethan torchio

victoria de angelis

thomas raggi

one piece live action (2023) [masterlist here]

monkey d. luffy

roronoa zoro

nami

vinsmoke sanji

koby

captain buggy

dracule mihawk

shanks

dune (2021+24) [masterlist here]

paul atreides

chani kynes

princess irulan

feyd-rautha harkonnen

margot robbie characters [masterlist here]

naomi lapaglia (wolf of wall street 2013)

harley quinn (suicide squad 2016 / birds of prey 2020 / the suicide squad 2022)

barbie (no smut for barbs, our ace queen) (barbie 2023)

mia goth characters [masterlist here]

(young) pearl (pearl 2022)

maxine minx (x 2022 / maxxxine 2024)

pedro pascal characters [masterlist here]

joel miller (the last of us 2023)

din djarin (the mandalorian 2019)

matthew lillard characters [masterlist here]

stu macher (scream 1996)

tim laflour (senseless 1998)

shaggy rogers (no smut for him either!) (scooby doo 2002)

misc characters [masterlist here]

tiffany valentine (bride of chucky 1998)

tangerine (bullet train 2022)

elvis presley (elvis 2022)

ken (barbie 2023)

artists i post about are:

chappell roan

måneskin

king princess

kim petras

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tiredeyesight · 1 year

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potential partners

description : in an interview ethan got asked which artist or band he wants to collaborate with, he says y/n leaving thousands to start shipping the two of you causing your first interactions out of many

word count : 374

a/n : this was so bad omg, i might rewrite it in the future but i need to get a fic out i’m so sorry. anyways even though thsi is really bad hope you enjoy !!💓

ethan was preparing for an interview smiling at the talk his band mates and friends were saying. a little while later they went out into the interview room organising themselves and sitting down waiting. the interviewer came into the room and they heard the count down, ‘3, 2, 1 begin.’ the interviewer welcomed måneskin and saying thanks for joining them today. then the questions began.

the questions were more or less the same as the normal interviews they attended to but then they started asking for personal opinions about other music related stuff. ethan then got asked, ‘ethan, if you could choose any band to collaborate with what band would you choose?’ ‘y/n without a doubt.’ ‘and why is that?’ ‘i think their music style fits similarly to ours and they seem super fun to hang around. plus they have the same energy on stage as us so it works really well’ ethan answered smoothly.

the interview came to a end and they got thanked for attending yet again. the four of them gathered their things and left to go grab some drinks.

the interview was released a few weeks later and the comments exploded with how good and you and ethan would be together, some even created a ship name within a matter of minutes.

you were scrolling through instagram when you saw that you had an excessive amount of tags with ethan torchio, the drummer from måneskin. intrigued by why everyone was going ballistic over an interview you went to go find it. after watching around ten or so minutes you found that the ethan torchio wanted to collaborate with you.

after a few minutes debating whether or not you should you decided to dm ethan, you rewrote the message so many times it was horrifying that you ended up leaving it alone for a few hours out of nerves.

as you getting ready to go out to run a few errands a notification stood out to you. ‘@ethantorchio messaged you on instagram’ you basically ran to your phone and opened the message. ‘hey! i don’t know if you have seen the interview or what the fans are doing but i’d really like to meet up some time you seem super cool:))’

#ethan torchio #ethan torchio x reader #måneskin #fluff #vic de angelis #thomas raggi #damiano david #måneskin x reader

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wonderlandishell · 9 months

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The middle of adventure, such a perfect place to stop

Victoria De Angelis/Ethan Torchio

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

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

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#maneskin #ethan torchio #victoria de angelis #vic de angelis #damiano david #thomas raggi #maneskin fanfiction #maneskin fic #maneskin fluff #maneskin angst #maneskin smut

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marlena-immortale · 1 year

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Being in a poly relationship with vic and ethan is such a need

It absolutely is a need. They're just so hot together and I want to be in between them. Plus their personalities work so well together, Vic with her sassy spontaneity and Ethan with his quiet confidence, they really balance each other out. I can just imagine all the sweet domestic moments with them like spending a rainy day in together watching movies and baking cupcakes, or going on vacation with them. But also the sexy moments with them would be magical. Having their contrasting hands all over your body and hearing them both telling you exactly what they like in bed and how they want to please you. Literally just being their toy when they're feeling like getting some sexual tension out after a show or something ... yes please!

#maneskin smut #maneskin fluff #ethan torchio smut #ethan torchio x reader #victoria de angelis smut #victoria de angelis x reader #maneskin x reader #måneskin smut #måneskin x reader #måneskin fluff #maneskin #måneskin #asks #blurbs

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till-you-scream-and-cry · 2 years

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Hello! Could I request a fluffy Ethan fic with prompt 3 in which him and his lover are building their own family? I just think he would be so soft with kids😭

(only if you are comfortable with that)

well, this one came out so awfully soft that I made myself tear up a little, I hope you'll like it ❤

#3. “Do all lovers feel like they're inventing something?” (Portrait of a lady on fire) + Ethan +fluff

“I’ll be back in a minute,” Ethan said softly and wrapped his arms around you, pressing his chest to your back. He placed a gentle kiss on your bare shoulder, fixing your bra strap which slid off. You smiled and nodded, watching the flat, filled with heavy boxes.

The decision to move in together seemed natural. You dated for a while now, his life was rather chaotic with all the tours and promos around the world. This small flat in Rome was supposed to be your safe place. A hideaway where you could enjoy each other’s company, rest and recharge batteries before your next time apart.

You walked to the window, covered in a thick layer of dust. Ethan was taking the last two boxes out of his car. He was smiling. You suddenly felt something soft on your foot.

“There you are, my baby…”

The kitten meowed loudly, looking at you with big, blue eyes. You picked up the white ball of fluff and snuggled it to your chest. The loud purring made you smile, Ethan made sure that this year your birthday gift would keep you company while he is gone. As always, he had a great idea.

Suddenly you jumped at the sound of a loud bang on the staircase, followed by Italian curses. You put the kitty down despite his screams of protest, and run to the source of the noise.

“Ethan?!” You yelled, running down the stairs with the speed of light, almost tripping yourself.

“I’m fine cucciola…” He was looking at the boxes, one of which had a ripped bottom. Some of your books were scattered over the floor.

“God I thought you fell…” you sighed in relief and smiled.

“Nope, not this time.” He chuckled and started picking up books. “Well, it had to happen at some point…”

You picked up what was left and finally made it to the flat. Kitten climbed Ethan’s leg, screaming for attention. He smiled softly and kissed the fluffy head, holding him gently in his big hands.

“So…this is ours, hmm? Happy?”

“Very.” You grinned and kissed him, letting the kitten nibble on your hair. Ethan hummed softly and broke off the kiss, looking at you lovingly.

“I know what to unpack where, we have almost everything but, maybe some food first?”

Miraculously you managed to find the box with kitchen utensils. Ethan made a quick trip to the shop and got some tomatoes, cheese, herbs and pasta. You tied the apron around him and kissed his bare back, wrapping arms around him. He hummed contently and kept stirring the pan, watching the sauce bubbling and spreading the amazing smell around your new place. You dug up two bowls and forks and some candles. It was getting late and the flat was still missing light bulbs. You sat down on a rather dusty floor, leaning against the wall, with the balcony door open, enjoying the delicious dinner Ethan made. The evening breeze was cool and pleasant, soothing your tired and hot bodies. The kitten was munching on his food, wriggling the little ears.

“I feel like this will work. This little place of ours. I feel like it can make us even happier.” He finally said, staring at the lit candle.

“Really? You think we cracked the code?” You chuckled, wiping your lips with a napkin.

“Yeah, I do.”

Ethan turned to you, he looked so beautiful in the candlelight. His eyes were big and soft, watching your face with love. His hair was tied in a bun with some loose, curly strands falling on his forehead.

“Do all lovers feel like they're inventing something?” You asked, playing with his bracelet.

“Maybe all lovers feel like they do, but we…I think we actually did it.”

You rested your head on his shoulder, watching the shadows dance around your flat in the candlelight, and your kitten, sleeping snuggled safely on Ethan’s lap. Maybe he was right.

#maneskin blurb #maneskin fiction #ethan torchio #ethan torchio blurb #ethan torchio fluff #prompts #my writing

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sugar-petals · 2 years

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Måneskin Reaction :: You Flirt With Them ❤️

# word count. 2k

♡ note. hello, bisexuals and associates!!! happy pride month. you’ve given so much love to my ‚gettin‘ frisky w/ måneskin' 18+ scenario y’all are amazing. so, i’m back back back again 👀 for more fun stuff, this time with some world-building. enjoy!

TAGS/WARNINGS. ⚠️ ot4 imagines x gn!reader, suggestive, humor, cursing, innuendo, sex toy mention, ass jokes, reader’s dirty mouth, flirting at work, brief violence/alcohol/party drugs mention, almost-accident, damiano’s steamy gnc outfit

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thomas | Things start out in a literal fleeting heartbeat. You’re kind of exhausted from the concert high, but also full of guitar solo-induced adrenaline. Lord knows how you got a ticket for the very front. Afraid to be a little overzealous and attention-grabbing, you still made sure the band did not think the festival crowd was lame. Singing louder than three people at once hopefully makes a difference. So that’s that, and the setlist was great, anyway. Now, the stage is almost entirely empty, people rush to drink water. And: They want to see Metallica playing it up on a different stage. They’re already blasting a Queen song to warm up and gather the audience. Over here, the first row of course doesn’t dissolve that fast. Actually, you’re not mad being stuck here. You’re kind of witnessing staff tidying some cables right in front of you, and your band crush stringing up his guitar in real time. Thomas, who else. Fiddling with his instrument, he’s kind of preoccupied. Man, he’s too cute. You love his tousled hair and cravat. Enter Sandman is playing from the other direction, so more and more people around you start to leave. How you care, you just keep your head turned to the Måneskin stage hoping there’s a chance to interact. But watch what happens next — oh boy.

After Thomas — in full glam gear, that is — rattles down head first from the stage stairs since his heels got caught, but thankfully grabs hold of your arm: Well. Now you do have a chance to chat him up. Sort of like a little meet and greet. Okay, it’s kind of improvised and casual. You saved his neck and those long legs from tangling, he wants to repay you. „Oh— You like my guitar?“ he quips, with his signature sultry bedroom eyes, you know `em. „Hey sure, I can play something for you. I know it’s a bit shabby, but it’s supposed to be like that!“ And he starts plucking away on the fretboard, doing some scales, it all looks pretty impressive. You continue with some banter like hey, it’s supposed to be all chipped-off and rundown. He’s a super sexy rockstar, and practice makes perfect. A used guitar’s a good one. Thomas almost messes up his playing when he hears you call him sexy. „Am I?“ — „Of course! Look at you.“ — „I don’t get that a lot. People call me laid-back or something. You also look really cool.“ Duh, you have Måneskin merch on. Of course you look sick as hell. With the conversation progressing, the two of you sort of trail off backstage, and Thomas asks if you wanna have some licks, too. „Guitar licks or some other licks?“ is what you reply, and he shrugs, looking pretty sheepish right there. „Whatever you choose.“ — „Best of both worlds sounds very good.“

victoria | Dancing up to Victoria at a party feels scarier than it actually turns out to be. Although you’re terrified she’ll reject and flame you, you just give it a try and slowly, very slowly but surely… gyrate those hips in her direction. She smiles at you, she gets on your wavelength, returns the moves. Does she like what you do? Maybe? Is she in the mood? Is she just friendly? Does she laugh because she thinks you look utterly pathetic in front of the queen of the world? She’s Victoria from Måneskin! Hell, you just keep going. You started this, you got your groove on, you can’t chicken out now. The eye contact, it’s everything. That Vic walked up to the party in a hot cowgirl outfit is just too hot to ignore. A drunk and dizzy guy, ill-dressed and foul-mouthed as can be, stumbling in her direction with no seeming breaks on you briefly shove out the way. Not too aggressively, but resolute enough. How dare this smelly fucker interrupt your little mating dance right here. One does not disturb an art performance! Damiano on his best behavior, standing some meters away with his cocktail glass takes care of the rest, cussing the house down like hey you stupid walking can of beer, get out, Victoria is flirting, what’s your problem! Damiano is going absolutely ballistic on this guy, he gets a taste of his own medicine. You’re too infatuated to understand what’s happening, and nobody else cares, anyway. It’s too loud to understand the rest of the verbiage over there.

In the meantime, Vic is buzzing with excitement because her favorite song is suddenly playing at maximum volume. As if it’s a sign from above, you know the lyrics and mouth them. That’s the absolute last straw, baby. „We need to go, we need to go!“ — blink once, Victoria drags you onto the dancefloor without further ado and goes crazy. You’re suddenly wearing her cowgirl hat. So there we are! Everyone knows this lady can headbang, but this is a new level. The beat is pumping like Damiano’s heart when he sees a palette of black eyeshadow. Whatever it is that Victoria’s busting out there, hands going in all directions, you like it. That wild ass moshing almost knocks over people’s drinks in your vicinity. Gladly, a very oblivious Ethan is there to just stand in the way and shield the whole scene with his hunky body-ody-ody, like your personal hired guard. With the entire crowd pushing in all directions and new guests pouring into the room, everything gets tighter and— Well you know. Victoria winds up grinding her ass against you. And not in a shy way. Did you pass away, is this heaven? Did someone slip you an ecstasy pill? This girl is making you go insane by the minute. You never thought Vic would actually reciprocate at all, so… the more you know, and who knows where this might lead, huh.

ethan | Music video filming: Over! Cut! We’re finished. Hustle and bustle everywhere. The producer is already envisioning millions of clicks, money, stocks — and gets on your nerves talking about `EthaNFTs’. Damiano retreated to write down some song lyrics that he doesn’t want to forget on the fly, Vic is eating a big ole hamburger in a diner next door, and Thomas is recording a kind of tiktok challenge around the corner. You arranged all the props that needed to be placed on the current set, and now put them back again. All done, then. You’re amused how the makeup and styling team took off in five seconds flat. Their favorite restaurant in the area had earlier closing times. But Ethan, taking the longest to pack up his drum kit, is now left to his own devices with changing his lace outfit back to casual. If it is casual at all, he’s 24/7 stylish. The sparkly eyeliner gotta stay on then, he has no clue where the wipes are. Just a minute later, you hear him go through a clothing rack in an adjacent room. Oh Jesus, he’s in there naked. Or in his underwear. Shit, the door is only half-closed. In an attempt to look uninvolved, you try to busy yourself picking up a glass of apple juice from the catering service and almost bump into Thomas doing the same thing, actually leaving for the parked tour bus. Departure in fifteen minutes says the driver, back to the hotel.

You can’t get yourself to actually leave just now. The set still isn’t cleared, right. So you’re just standing there, drinking juice, watching the camera crew discuss something about editing. After Ethan’s done, 90’s rock band tanktop on, guess who looks real grumpy. „Tangled mess,“ he complains under his breath, and you can tell it’s the hair, a beehive of heavy product and knots. You step over and offer your aid. After all, you’re staff, too. Ethan’s always in his own world and takes care of his things: Doesn’t mean he will refuse help. Since he can’t find a proper mirror, Ethan `bird’s nest‘ Torchio is more than okay with you brushing out his hair. Hallelujah, he has his own comb with him. He sits down, scrolls through his phone, you do your thing, making small talk at the same time. It’s actually relaxing. And who has sexier hair. You quiz him about his beauty routine while you’re at it, and he says he really takes his time in the bathtub to really work in the shampoo and conditioner. The hair gets too caught in any sink, and the shower is just boring and not so Italiano. You joke about how he should show you. You realize that would also mean… getting in the tub with him, right. Ethan, no stranger to Freudian slips, smoothes over the situation by saying why not take a camera, have you stand outside the tub and try the routine on him, so it’s gonna be a vlog at the hotel. Harmless new Ethan Insta content idea. Okay: Sounds like a plan. Thank you for doing my hair, let’s go to the bus then he says, and you walk next to each other. You always wanted to get to know him a little better.

damiano | Breakfast at the seaside hotel: The two of you already exchanged some vaguely heated glances. Nobody else was there except you, Damiano, and his sexy garter belts. You happened to be the only people in the hall at 5:45 AM, although it all felt really awkward still. That your designated tables were right next to another really did not help with the odd atmosphere. You were surprised to see him with his guard down, actually, even if his get-up screamed confidence and sexuality. Who dons a waist corset and shoulder harness this early in the morning. Walking up to the buffet where he paced around indecisively, you picked up a sandwich yourself. Right after complimenting Damiano’s all violet fashion choice… and just had to make fun of him when his `aesthetic‘ butt plug accessory chain got caught on the leg of the table. Straight-up having him wobble around on his big ass platform boots like a purple flamingo. He even tries to play it off by making a little booty-shaking dance out of it. Courtesy be damned, it’s too frickin’ early in the morning to censor yourself. And he’s the one walking around like he just visited a Dominatrix. So all you said to him was okay, that’s what happens when you put toys in your ass indeed, can’t even walk straight. Going by his unrestrained and bent-over laughter, Damiano enjoys the joke a little too much. This guy is wheezing his soul out. Ten seconds later, the realization hits. Way to go, he’s just clowned himself in front of a stranger he’s been eyefucking with. But the inappropriate humor… sure does something to him.

Back to eating: Even more awkwardly. You’re kind of laughing it off, too, now. But the story’s not over yet. After dropping a plate of scrambled eggs on his satin skirt and opening a sprite that exploded in his face — and onto your sweater, Damiano’s Italian dignity went down the drain entirely. So hey, screw the rest of breakfast, you both direly needed a change of clothing. On your way up to the rooms, someone desperately apologizes with endless what-can-i-do-for-yous. „Hm… I guess I do,“ Damiano clasps his hands behind his back, sort of kicking his dancey legs side to side to the beat of the catchy elevator music. He just looks down at his skirt and smiles all goofy. Is he shy? You just asked him if he really means it when he sings I’ll do whatever you want. Gotta be bold. And quoting his own crazy lyrics back to him when a fitting moment arises is only fair. Since he seems to mean it, you put some heat in your words. „Then, put that plug back in. There’s kids runnin’ around here, you kinky riot girl wannabe!“ — „Oh my God, are you bullying me? You just don’t want me to trip!“ — „Hum, maybe.“ You don’t even know why you’re saying all these things, but very well: See you at lunch then in a new skirt, Mister Damiano David.

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#måneskin #maneskin #maneskin fluff #maneskin smut #maneskin x reader #maneskin x y/n #maneskin x you #ethan torchio #damiano david #victoria de angelis #thomas raggi #damiano x reader #ethan x reader #victoria x reader #thomas x reader #maneskin scenario #maneskin imagine #maneskin drabble #maneskin x gn!reader

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ghostcookieturner · 2 years

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so...you're taking requests 😏

what do you think about some headcanons or smth with må(or thomas) x fashiondesigner!reader

❣

yes yes big apologies for me doing this 5 months after you sent it lol

word count:<1000

tw: swearing, light mention of stress

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DAMIANO DAVID

ok so first he will watch you for hours while you stitch, sew, crochet, knit, etc.

eventually will want to learn the basics of creating these clothes

ends up wearing a lot of what your label produces

“rest your hands, amore, you’ve been working all day”

will contribute ideas when you have none

def gives you motivation to continue what you love

did i mention he loves to wear what you make?

ETHAN TORCHIO

oh my god now if this isn’t his dream

will most definitely wear your label

in fact his closet will be mostly your label

massages your hands every now and then when you’re stressed

critiques your works

respectfully of course

we love our respectful king

anyway

hangs out with you whenever you have to do a long boring project

gives you ideas for your projects

when he’s on the road/busy, he pays for mani pedis

always tells you how proud he is of what you’ve done

THOMAS RAGGI

absolute fucking simp for your work

will sit and just listen to the hum of your sewing machine while you work

“Cara signora, your fingers are so blistered”

will also do hand massages because we love a soft boy

knows a little about fashion designing himself

makes good pointers and helps with releases and advertising

there’s probably only 3 pieces in his wardrobe that’s not your label

keeps you motivated

Victoria De Angelis

very similar to thomas, a fucking simp for your work

probably makes her pasty’s out of ur scraps lmao

strokes your hair while your sewing

all of her wardrobe is your label

makes it clear everywhere that she is the significant other of a world class fashion designer

always puts lotion and rubs your hands every night

also does ur nails hehe

always gives suggestions and feedback

loves to help

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aaaaaand that’s about it. sorry it sucks lol i’m a little rusty.

send in more requests lovelies! check my master list to see who i write for!!! bye bye friends!!!!

#damiano david #ethan torchio #maneskin #thomas raggi #victoria de angelis #vic de angelis #måneskin #maneskin headcanons #ethan torchio x reader #damiano david x reader #thomas raggi x reader #victoria de angelis x reader #fluff #ethan torchio x you

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hxllfires-gifs · 7 months

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PAIRING. ethan torchio x trans!male!reader

SUMMARY. being transgender with dysphoria was painful for y/n but ethan was always there to make it a little bit better.

WORD COUNT. 913

CRYING FILLED THE bathroom’s silence as Y/N L/N stared at himself in the mirror. This is something that had gone on for the past couple of minutes; he was feeling insecure, more than that honestly. He was unable to pinpoint what triggered these feelings this time but all he knew was that it sucked. He hated getting this way so often but it really wasn’t something that he could control.

Being a transgender male was difficult for a plethora of reasons and the dysphoria did not help matters. He had only recently been starting the process of transitioning. He had started Testosterone, which was exciting to him, but he hated that he had to do it in the first place.

Why was he born in such a feminine body? It was a question that he asked himself too often. There wasn’t many parts of his body that he actually didn’t mind and he didn’t like saying ‘my body’ because he didn’t feel like that’s what it was. Why would he?

The days when he just stood in front of a mirror and cried were not good for his mental health but sometimes he didn’t see how things could get worse. He really did try but the bad days just brought him down so much.

However, he felt lucky that he had such a lovely support system in his boyfriend and their friends. Ethan Torchio had been such an angel to Y/N, even before he came out to anyone. The Italian was so respectful and genuine. He was always ready to share his clothes with his boyfriend which Y/N greatly appreciated.

He was the one who kept Y/N going during these difficult times. The male didn’t know what he would do without Ethan and he didn’t want to think about it since it gave him anxiety.

Speaking of, the brunette had just gotten back home from recording at the studio with the band, which his boyfriend hadn’t realized. The sound of the H/C haired boy’s cries could be heard from their bedroom and it broke Ethan’s heart. He wished that he could take every ounce of pain away but he sadly couldn’t. However, that didn’t mean that he never tried.

The Torchio soon made his way into the bathroom and frowned at the sight of his lover. He didn’t completely understand what Y/N felt but he would always try to and he would always listen.

“Amore mio, what’s wrong?” The words were soft and gentle, not wanting to startle the other male, even though he was in plain sight.

The L/N sniffled. “Everything about me is just wrong! My face is too feminine, my hips are too wide, I’m not tall enough. I will never be able to pass as a guy. It freaking hurts.”

Ethan walked closer to his boyfriend, his body towering over Y/N’s slightly. “Can I touch you?”

He didn’t want to make his lover anymore uncomfortable but he wanted to calm him down, show him love, make sure that he was not alone no matter how much it felt like it sometimes. Once he saw the male nod his head, he gently wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, Y/N’s back to his chest.

“I know I don’t understand what you are going through but it hurts me to see you like this. I hate how you constantly put yourself down. Things will get better and I hope that your dysphoria becomes less severe as time goes on and as the Testosterone starts doing its thing.”

“I’m here for you every step of the way. I know you have anxiety when it comes to surgery and being put under anesthesia but if you decide you need top surgery or anything else, I’ll support you. You’re not in this alone.” Ethan kissed the top of his lover’s head.

He continued what was now becoming a speech, unable to stop himself. “I want you to also remember that it’s okay to take your time. You don’t have to come out to anyone else if you’re not ready and you don’t have to make decisions about surgeries and stuff if you don’t feel comfortable.”

His comment about coming out was referring to Y/N’s family who weren’t all that supportive of the LGBTQIA+ community. It was something that also brought Y/N down but he tried not to care so much, although it was hard since it was his family; his parents, his grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins.

Ethan then placed his head onto his lover’s right shoulder. “When I look into the mirror at you, I see nothing but handsome boyfriend who I love with my whole being. You are the most important thing to me and I will never let you forget it.”

Y/N turned around in Ethan’s arms to look at him. He reached a hand up to wipe his tears, feeling a little better because of his boyfriend’s kindness. “Thank you,” he was quick enough to say before his brain started thinking of just how grateful he was for his relationship.

“Of course, like I said, I’m always here for you.” His reassurance made Y/N feel better. He always loved knowing that he had someone who genuinely cared and wanted the best for him.

Ethan didn’t take long to add, “Now, do you want to go watch ‘Grease’ and cuddle? I think that will take your mind off of things and stop you from spiraling.”

“I’d love that,” Y/N L/N spoke softly.

AUTHOR’S NOTE! if you are someone who does experience dysphoria, i’m so sorry. you are strong and beautiful! i have personally gone through it as well but not to a severe level; but i’ve still cried over it and felt terrible, so i hope this can give at least one person some sort of comfort. i love you all, whoever is reading this.

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Puppet Masterlist

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Epilogue

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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the seventh part of my favorite fics with Little Beautiful Gorgeous Breathtaking Talented Meow Meow

first part

second part

third part

fourth part

fifth part

sixth part

* - smut

I'll sit here, with my arms wrapped around you, all night

I really do love you (😭the reason of my mental breakdown, such a good work)

the part of me i’ll always need

♡shy boy (everyone, do you hear me? I mean everyone, drop anything you're doing now, and read this one and the one below. because these are pure perfection)

♡prompt 17

♡in need of some extra love

♡let's just cuddle?

♡I'll kiss you again (if every time I re-read this I received a coin, then I would be a millionaire. I'm dead serious, I've re-read it for a shitload of times, this fic deserves all the time in the world to be spent on reading it)

♡love is in the small things

♡fluffy abc (14k of perfect representation of relationships with thomas. 14k of sweetness. 14k of perfectly described temper of thomas. and simply 14k of words that will bring you comfort and calm)

♡all my friends told me you’d break my heart*

♡satin, lace, and other pretty things p.2 & p.3* (these are favorite smut fics ever)

♡the taste of it* (no, I've changed my mind, this! is my favorite smut fic ever)

♡lesson one: it's all about anticipation*

♡lesson four: take matters into your own hands*

♡lesson six: the choice is yours*

♡hacred heart - tainted church* (someone, for the God's sake, call firefighters , this fic is too hot)

♡loosing it (part 1)*

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