Do you still have that fic of Thomas coming down from the stage just to give you a kiss?
Love is in the small things. Old fic that accidentally deleted a while ago (Fluff, Thomas Raggi x Reader!) x 2
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It was around the fourth song when you arrived, and without drawing attention, you tried your best to go to a corner in front of the rail that would give you an privileged look at Thomas. Fortunately, thanks to him telling the whole team that you would come to that gig in specific, this was possible. As soon as their manager caught sight of you entering the venue you were dragged to the side of the stage, in front of some fans who seemed to be delighted to have you in front of them, and facing Victoria who was a few feet away from your boyfriend.
“Would you take a picture with us?” One of the girls behind you asked. That was still an awkward question for you, but it wasn't like you were going to say no.
Your eyes roamed the stage, Thomas had his cheeks flushed from the sun, hair matted with sweat and a happy but shy smile on his face; he was the hottest when he played live, you would never get tired of seeing him like that. Smiling at the sight of him, you turned to the girls, copying the same facial expression as theirs; yes, dating a rockstar doesn't make your fangirl era end, it just intensified it, you could see yourself perfectly in those girls. “Yeah, definitely!”
Their smiles became more contagious, leaving you cozy inside. The phone was raised in front of you, letting them take at least 4 pictures.
“You’re so pretty,” was said abruptly from behind your shoulders, “I’m glad you make him happy.”
“Oh, we love it when you guys are together and he records a lot of stories of him being all smile face with you,” someone else adeed. “Away from you the numbers drastically reduce for ours liking, babe.”
With the blood rushing to your cheeks, you bit your lower lip not knowing if it would be a good idea to start a conversation or not; unfortunately not all fans were kind like that.
“What's it like having Thomas as your boyfriend?” The question came up, and no, it didn't sound mean, just genuine curiosity.
“It’s wonderful,” you failed to hide a smile while looking at them, which caused you to quickly turn your attention back at Thomas playing; but this time he had noticed you, resulting in his face being lit up by a wide grin that made the girls next to you let out a chorus of “awns”. “Yeah, he’s a sweetheart.” You whispered, feeling proud of it.
You kept your eyes on him, since now that he had seen you he wouldn't take his eyes off you; and you wouldn't avoid missing it either. As his solo in the song got closer, he made it clear that he was showing himself just because you were there, you knew him well. The camera was focused on him as he approached where you were standing, causing your newest friends to scream. His arms lifted the guitar, causing his long fingers to flick over the strings violently as his face twitched into expressions similar to when he got there; you were properly hypnotized.
“Oh my God, he’s so hot!”
“I know!” You exclaimed, matching their excitement.
Which didn't last long, people became more noisy, only then making you realize he was coming towards you. Your whole body froze. That didn't seem right at all, you knew that when he went down he would have several hands on him, trying to pull his body to the other side of the railing, without saying that he would be disturbing the gig to get to you.
Your palms got sweaty and your throat was absurdly dry, lifting your hands you mouthed, “no, Thommy, don’t you,” but he just kept a smile as you start to formulate in your head how much the rest of the band would hate you for that.
Ignoring you, he jumped off the stage in front of you, followed by a security guard already at his side and an uncontrollable screaming behind your back, dropping the guitar beside his body.
“You’re fuckin’ crazy,” you sighed, feeling the world stop as he cupped your cheek in his hand, kissing your forehead, nose and then finally your mouth, taking a good few seconds there, pressing your body to his by your ass; placing more of his lips on you. It was a hot minute.
“I missed you, bunny,” he whispered pulling away, leaving you speechless and wobbly legs while at the same time pulling happy sighs from the fans who had heard him calling you by the pet name he had given you.
Sighing in relief you felt blessed, even though you would later scold him for doing it. Feeling your face return to its normal temperature as you headed for more questions about Thomas and compliments on how cute what happened was, you saw your shame come back all over again when you heard Damiano's voice fill the stadium.
“Thank you so much, Y/N. For keeping our guitar boy warm and hot for pleasure us more, he was in deep need of you!”