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A Little Jealousy
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A/n: this is an old imagine from my Ao3 when Nolan played for the Flyers and I wanted to share it again. Please enjoy grumpy Patty.
You chuckled at the joke your best friend had told you as you unlocked the front door to get in. Honestly Adam’s joke was stupid but you couldn’t get over how stupid it was.
“Hey did you leave the lights on?” Adam asked you abruptly.
“I don’t think so.”
A rush of anxiety flooded your senses, what if you forgot to lock the door and someone broke in? Several worse case scenarios ran through your head at the same time, causing you to look back at Adam.
“I’ll go first.”
You nodded your head in agreement. Staying huddled close behind him, his much taller body shielding you from any danger. Slowly you staggered behind your friend, you heard the TV on in the bedroom and you know for sure you didn’t leave that on.
“I definitely turned that off…”
“Wait here.”
“Adam don’t leave me here to be killed!” You whispered-yelled harshly, “I’m easy to strangle!”
“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled with a chuckle, “Just wait here.”
As he proceeded on his own and left you standing in the living room, you heard a sound coming from the bathroom. Not wanting to die you jetted after your friend.
“Someone’s in the bathroom!”
“What?”
“Go check Adam!”
It was as you two were having a loud bickering match that you neglected to hear the footsteps coming toward you.
“Babe?”
You gasped at the deep voice you loved so dearly, with one dramatic hand on your chest and the other on your friend’s arm you let out a large sigh. “Nols you scared me halfway to hell I thought you weren’t going to be home until tomorrow…”
Patty stood there in just a pair of sweatpants it looked as if you two interrupted him getting in to the shower. He looked so good, all you really wanted to do was kiss him and welcome him home but when you noticed his expression you knew he wouldn’t receive you well.
Nolan’s gaze lingered in between you and Adam before he licked his lips, “If you had picked up your phone you would’ve known we were coming back a day earlier.”
Your boyfriend was notorious for being monotonous and deadpan in his delivery; most people who didn’t know him would miss the actual ice dripping from each word. You bristled at his comeback, Patty was easily annoyed couple that with his tendency to get jealous and you had yourself a square off that was explosive.
“I didn’t ignore you on purpose Nol,” you retorted calmly, “I was working all day.”
“Yeah working,” the way he said the second word as if he were mocking you was irritating beyond belief. You also couldn’t believe he was doing this in front of company.
“We’re not doing this again Pat…”
He brushed a hand through his growing blonde hair and you knew instantly how angry he was. Whether he was going to show your best friend was another story.
You weren’t too sure why Nolan had such huge insecurities where Adam was concerned, you two never crossed any boundaries. You never even liked each other that way. The only thing you could think of that made sense was Adam was around twenty-four seven while Patty was away.
Nolan smacked a hand against the doorframe before he turned away from you heading toward the living room.
Adam faced you quickly after your boyfriend’s departure, “I didn’t mean to make you guys argue.”
You waved your hand in a nonchalant gesture, “It’s not your fault he gets like this sometimes when he comes home from a roadie. He’s just tired.”
“Should I go?”
Chewing on your bottom lip you nodded affirmatively. Feeling terrible for kicking out your closest friend. It just wasn’t the best idea to let him hang around when your boyfriend’s mood was so poor. Nolan was really a great person and you didn’t want anyone to see him as anything else. So you walked your friend to the door and wished him a good night.
As soon as the door was closed and there were no unwanted visitors Nolan spoke from his position on the couch, “You know the only reason I left the car here was because you were going to give me a ride home, I had to catch one with TK.”
You refrained from showing any signs of agitation, “Nols I’m really sorry time just got the better of me today.”
“You had time to hang out with Adam.”
This time you did put a hand to your face, “We work together not to mention we live one block apart. We weren’t really hanging out.”
“Then why was I stranded at the airport?”
“Because I messed up after I saw your text this morning I got swamped at work I just forgot to text you back.”
“So you knew I was coming home but you left me there anyway?”
“Nolan I just told you it was an accident. I didn’t mean to forget you I’m sorry.”
He looked at you as if you had just insulted him, “Im going to shower.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose—” the shutting of the bathroom door cut off your defense.
You huffed, you knew he was hurt and of course you understood why. There was really only one thing to do and that was to give him space. You watched some TV for about ten minutes but you found it hard to concentrate, you hated when Nolan was mad at you. So you decided to take a shot in the dark.
Quietly you disrobed on your way to the bathroom easing your way behind the door that was miraculously unlocked. You slipped in behind him, threading your arms around him so that your hands rested on his shoulders. Gently you placed a kiss on his shoulder blade.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled against his skin, “No excuses.”
Everything was so still except the water. You were so sure he was going to reject you but he surprised you, he took a hand of yours and squeezed it.
“I know.”
You knew he forgave you but you were kind of curious, “Were you jealous of Adam?”
“Should I be?”
You shook your head, “No you just seemed extra grumpy.”
“I had to ride home with TK anyone would be annoyed after traveling so long and then having to listen to him talk.”
You chuckled, “TK is your best friend yet you treat him like a bad crush.”
Nolan scoffed at you, “All he does is talk.”
“He’s a nice guy.”
“Then date him instead.”
You couldn’t help but let out a monstrous laugh, “Pat seriously, I love you stop trying to give me away.”
He shrugged his shoulders reaching for his soap shortly after, you knew Nolan always had an issue expressing his emotions and often it left him feeling unsure about himself. You were fine with the way he was, you gave enough affection for the two of you.
“I was jealous…”
He mumbled so quietly in his baritone you could barely hear him but you didn’t dare ask him to repeat himself.
You hugged him tight around his middle, “I love you Nols, no one else there’s no need to worry.”
He nodded his head for you and you knew that’s all that was going to be said on the matter. You placed on last kiss on his shoulder before you tapped it. “I’m starting to prune I’m out.”
“Babe...” Nolan grabbed your hand gently, “Love you.”
Your heart swelled as you leaned on your toes to place a kiss on his lips, “Love you too.”
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I will not be posting it to tumblr any longer it will be on Inkitt (above) Ao3 or Mibba. Ao3 is behind on my posts 
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Not Enough
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Summary: An apology isn’t enough after one too many. 
Genre: Angst, a whole lotta angst
Pairing: ReaderXDamiano
Word Count:1,100
A/n: This literally came about because @hemmoluna​ had an idea about reader fighting with Damiano and yelling Vaffanculo at him. I’m sorry it took so long I hope you enjoy! Btw this is my secondary blog where I post my imagines that have to do with anything besides K-pop =)
The sound of water hitting the cold ceramic tiles, filled the silence around you. Your head tilted back to soak your hair in the spray. Normally your shower was the time you’d enjoy your me time, there was something soothing about the routine that calmed your nerves. 
This time was different.
Your fingers aggressively massaged the shampoo in to your scalp as you cursed your boyfriend’s very existence.
A scoff left your throat; boyfriend? What right did he have to that title? 
Surely you didn’t have a boyfriend who so freely flirts with a beautiful stranger right in front of you.
Your amore didn’t do such things to you out of common decency but more so respect.
You knew his charm was part of his soul, his very makeup but it didn’t make it hurt any less to be so suddenly forgotten as if the last two years didn’t mean anything to him.
How could he allow a stranger to touch him in such a way when he never showed any form of affection in front of others with you? 
You swiped angrily at the hot tears spilling down your cheeks. He was so cruel without knowing it.
Did he even know you left the party early? When you had gotten in the shower there were no awaiting texts or missed calls. He was too busy taking over the world with his band mates.
Drinking champagne with anyone and everyone who was with his label. It seemed so simple for him to forget about how uneasy you were in large crowds. 
Better yet; how quickly did he forget you were even there by his side? 
The only one who looked out for you had been Ethan.  While extremely grateful for his comfort and companionship he wasn’t the one you wanted to hold you and whisper sweet reassurances in your ear when your claustrophobia became too much.
You realized Damiano couldn’t have been bothered. He was preoccupied allowing some pretty woman to grab on to him, hold him, even grope his ass. 
What reason did you have to stay? 
You couldn’t allow him to make a fool out of you in front of such a large group of people.  In order to save face you told Ethan there was a work emergency of your own you needed to tend to and that’s how you ended up here. 
In your Gallery/Studio. Alone. 
Dare you say heartbroken as well.
It was the only place you could think of that kept you tucked away from the world outside. 
It gave you time to mend your weeping heart without the risk of someone you know catching you and asking you what had happened. 
As much as you loved Damiano, maybe it was time for you to let each other go.
With your art receiving more and more recognition and Måneskin taking off fairly quickly perhaps the universe was trying to tell you that your relationship had run its course.
As much as you loved him, sometimes love wasn’t enough. 
You shut the water off and wrapped the warm towel around yourself; the slight chill in the air caused you to shiver.
A moment later there was a knock on your bathroom door. Your mind sifted through every possibility. Only so many close friends and family had the passcode to your studio. 
“Y/N?” That sweet masculine voice called through the door, “Amoré mio?”
Your heart beat once, and then twice, before another knock came, “Cara?”
Of course it was him. 
Perhaps if you stayed completely still and silent he and this whole night would just go away.
He knocked again this time harder. Guess not.
“Sei malato Bella?”  
You nearly forgot the reason you were upset with him when you heard the concern in his voice. Something in your stomach churned uncomfortably, were you being too hasty? 
That horrifying image of that dark haired woman grabbing his ass sent you spiraling back; you definitely were not being too hasty.
“Si, vattene via.”
“Cosa intendi?” he answered in return, “posso entrare?”
“No, I don't want you in here.” You stated solemnly running an agitated hand down your face, rubbing at your cheek.
“Why not?” He asked with concern still in his voice.
“Because I don’t.”
“Why is that?” 
He was starting to pick up on the annoyance in your tone. Realizing that you weren't just hung over from one too many drinks.
“Because I don’t!” You snapped, finally releasing the hold on your anger, “Vaffanculo Damiano!”
“Why are you angry with me?” He asked, taken aback. 
How did he not know what he did? You refused to answer with anything other than, “Vattene Via!”
“Not until you tell me what’s wrong!” There was a brief moment where you could hear him pacing back and forth in those large platform boots. 
“Amore Per favore, how am I supposed to fix it if you won’t tell me?” 
Your temper got the best of you as you forced the bathroom door open with as much strength as you could muster.
There he was in all his glory standing there, his long hair touching his cheeks, cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Looking every bit as confused as you did angry.
“How would you feel Damiano if I let someone grope my ass or my chest?” You spat  clutching the towel around you tighter.  
“Amore you know it meant nothing to me,” he stated so calmly, so evenly, it made your anger flare.
“Didn’t look that way to me,” you bit out, “You never said anything to that woman just laughed and smiled like I wasn’t even there.” 
You shook your head in disgust; why was he even here? Disturbing your peace and quiet to give you some half thought out excuse. You didn’t want to hear another word.
“Get out Damiano,” You said quietly but loud enough that he heard you. “I want to be alone.”
You made your move to get around him but he took hold of your hand. With the hand that wasn’t occupied with his smoke he gingerly placed a kiss on your hand, his hair tickled you ever so slightly. 
“Cara, amore, Bella, I only have eyes for you and you alone. Maybe I was a bit too playful with that girl and I’m sorry. You know I never want to hurt you…”
You were too prideful to cry in front of him, his apology for some reason didn’t feel sincere. In the back of your mind other incidents similar to tonight kept replaying like a broken record. He wasn’t going to change unless he really wanted you and it hurt to realize it so late in the relationship.
You removed your hand from his grasp, “Vattene via Dami, I want to be alone.”
He called out to you as you continued on into the small bedroom attached to the bathroom; you ignored him as you shut the door.
His apologies were not enough.
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