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writingmaneskin · 11 months

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Home is Where The Heart is - A Damiano David Story || Chapter Thirty Two || END

Description: Learning how to love again, how to heal and that it’s okay to move on and rebuild yourself after dealing with so much pain.

Words: 2k

A/N: I am crying as I write this (😭). Thank you for believing in this story that started out as a daydream on a walk and that ended up changing my life. Thank you for believing in me and supporting me. Thank you for loving the characters I created and for sticking with me and with them. Thank you.

PS. There is a time-jump between the previous chapter and this one.

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The David household was full of music. Beautiful, lively music. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he worked on the dinner menu that he was preparing for the little gathering. Eli was on a call in the space the two of them had adapted as an office, Dante alternating between dancing along with the music and helping his papa (read: causing chaos) in the kitchen.

His soul felt lighter. It was like seeing light at the end of the tunnel - a very long tunnel that had really put his mental health through things that he never thought he’d experience. But as each day passed, he felt lighter, he felt closer and closer to being able to enjoy life again, the fears that had chased him awake for so many nights, slowly fading into shadows.

Lost in thought, he got startled when Eli wrapped their arms around his middle and pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

“I am all yours now, how can I help?” Eli spoke quietly.

He leaned back and pressed a kiss to their temple.

“Just keep me company, I’ve got this.” He reassured them, Eli sitting down immediately on one of the chairs next to the kitchen island.

“Is everyone truly coming?” Eli asked, trying to do the math of how many people would show up.

“Yes, they promised.”

“How will we fit fifteen people here?” Eli asked.

“It will be cosy, don’t worry.” Damiano winked at them, earning a faint blush from them.

“How much exactly did I miss while I was working?” Eli raised their brow.

“Not much, but it will be a nice surprise, I guess.” Damiano chuckled and went to give them a kiss.

The doorbell rang and interrupted their moment.

“Who is it this early?” Eli looked at the clock, realising that there was still more than an hour until the official gathering time.

“I got it, don’t worry.” Damiano rushed to open the door and greeted Thomas and Tom who were carrying a big box together.

“Listen, the only reason we agreed to this free labour is because you promised pasta.” Thomas said as a way of greeting.

“I am holding up my end of the bargain, don’t worry.” Damiano laughed.

“If you don’t, I am leaving him here until you make him the pasta you promised.” Tom promised.

“You can’t leave me behind!” Thomas protested.

“Fine, we’ll both stay here and make their lives miserable until we are fed pasta.” Tom grinned.

“Ethan is behind us with your brother, bringing the chairs.” Tom announced.

“This is going to be so much fun, I need to go cook!” Damiano clapped his hands and rushed back to the kitchen, seeing that Eli stepped up to stir the sauce.

“Ciao, we bring more things.” Ethan shouted from the door.

“I think Vic said she is bringing booze.” Thomas mentioned as he and Tom started unpacking the table and setting it right with Tom and Ethan.

“He invited all of us and we still have to pull our weight around here, can you imagine!” Damiano heard his brother joke from the other room.

“Go and see your brother, I know you miss him. I got this.” Damiano kissed Eli, who looked a bit sad to be asked out of the kitchen yet happy to be able to steal some time with Tom.

Eli did as they were bid, even though they wanted to help around with the preparations. They had seen Damiano be excited about this event, he hadn’t shared much about the reason for gathering all of them and Eli had decided not to push, knowing that he would come around when he was ready.

“Hi.” Tom pulled them in a bone crushing hug and spun them around.

“Hi.” Eli held him tightly.

“I think it’s time for a smoke break for me.” Tom announced, looking if anyone would dare to challenge his words but they only laughed, Ethan taking over what Tom had been doing around the table.

“Are you okay?” Eli held their brother’s hand tightly as the two went to the balcony.

“More than okay.” Tom reassured them.

“I miss you.” Eli admitted.

“I miss you too but you said it yourself - things change.” Tom hugged them again after lighting a cigarette.

“I can’t believe that all my favourite people live within the same city limits yet I can’t spend as much time as I’d like with them.” Eli admitted quietly, voicing the words that had been haunting them for a little while.

“Your work requires you to, though. I know the feeling, I know the pain. Don’t think that I like that I don’t see you as often.” Tom rested his head on their shoulder and kept holding them.

“Which is why I sometimes hate my job.” Eli grumbled.

“A light goes out in your eyes when you are not being creative. Maybe in time we will find a way where you can spend more time with us without sacrificing that light to get to it.”

“I feel like I miss so much.”

“I know, but seeing your joy and pride in your creative accomplishments is unmatched.”

“They won’t keep my son happy when he grows up. They won’t be here for him as he develops into a human.” Eli argued.

“Eli, you were gone for two weeks, and you still have a little bit more work to do before settling here for a longer period of time. Did you offer Damiano and Dante join you?”

“No, because even if they did, I’d still barely see them.”

“Offer it, it will give you a bit of peace of mind.”

“I’ll consider it.”

“If you don’t, I’ll ship them off to you.”

Eli chuckled and held onto their brother.

“Your family loves you and we are patiently and excitedly waiting for you.” Tom reassured them.

“I love all of you more than anything.” It was all Eli managed to say.

“Now, the party has arrived.” Vic announced as soon as Thomas opened the door for her. She was carrying two bags with various drinks and was trailed by Auri and Angie who brought various snacks and soft drinks with them.

“Good, you can help with setting up the chairs and organising everything.” Thomas suggested helpfully.

“I will help with other things, thank you very much.” Victoria grinned and walked straight to the kitchen where Damiano was still cooking.

“Ciao! The party has arrived.” Vic put the bags on the kitchen island and went to hug Damiano. He chuckled and held her for a moment.

“I am glad you came.”

“It’s not like I was given much choice.” Vic teased.

“It’s a big evening.” Damiano said ominously.

“I am not wearing waterproof makeup, don’t even think of proposing to Eli.”

“I am not proposing.” Damiano insisted and went back to cooking.

“Is everything good between you two?” Vic asked quietly. Damiano looked at his friend surprised.

“Of course it’s good. I love Eli dearly, we are just not at the proposal yet. And even if we were, I would not put them on the spot like that. Tonight is about something else entirely. Don’t be so nosy, you’ll find out in a bit.”

Vic grinned.

“You’ve grown up so much lately.” She observed.

Damiano didn’t react to her words, just started taking out the plates from the shelf and started piling them on.

“And not only have you grown but you are settling in yourself, you are much calmer now than you were before. Much calmer than when everything began.” Vic kept going on.

“Thank you.” He responded after a moment.

“You’re welcome.” She kissed his cheek before going to see Dante.

It took him a bit longer than he would have liked to finish preparing the food but while he did, his friends set up the table and chairs and eventually, they came around to get table covers, glasses, and they all set the table and then both sets of parents arrived and he started serving the food.

Eli put Dante in the high chair, placing him next to Vic per his own demand which everyone found adorable.

Damiano was bursting with joy and was struggling to hide it.

“What’s going on?” Different people tried to inquire but he brushed them off, waiting for everyone to be sitting around the table so he could say the words that have been begging to be let out for a while now. Perhaps longer than he realised.

“Get around the table and you’ll find out.” Damiano only replied, patiently waiting for all fourteen of them to get around the table and sit down.

“Are any of my children getting proposed to tonight?” Eli and Tom’s mom asked.

Damiano looked at her and shook his head smiling, Thomas following suit.

“Okay, what is going on?” Eli looked from their place next to Damiano once everyone was settled. He stood up and took his glass, raising it in the air.

“Thank you all for coming here.” He started, nerves catching up to him a little bit.

“You called.” Ethan smiled at him.

Damiano returned the smile.

“The recent years have been very hectic and especially the last few were not only hectic but also busy and chaotic and full of the whole spectrum of emotions. Life showed me all its colours and did not wait for my decision to dive into it. That is not to say that I am complaining about any of it, because I am not.”

There were smiles all around, and he spotted tears in his mother’s eyes.

“I might not be the smoothest person when it comes to expressing how I feel but I am working on it. I lost too long not being with the person I love.” He smiled at Eli.

“I wasted too long chasing perfectionism and not recognizing that what I have is more than perfect on its own.”

Eli reached to hold his hand and Damiano leaned down to kiss their hand.

“I gathered you all here because I wanted to celebrate all of you. To celebrate my love for you. To celebrate life. I sat in darkness for a long time not realising that there is more to life. You helped me chase my dreams, you helped me when I was broken, you sat by my side while I learned how to be a man and a father. You loved me, you took care of me. You opened your hearts for Dante and made sure that we both felt loved and cherished. You gave us family. I am grateful for that, I am grateful for you.” There was a smile on his face that no one had seen in a while - sincere, carefree, joyful smile.

“We love you, Dami. Of course we support you and of course we will be there for you as long as you need us.” His mom spoke up.

“I’d like to start with forever. I wouldn’t be the person I am today without all of you. I love you and I see you. I see your joys, I see your struggles, I am here for you just as you are for me. You are the most important people in my life and I will not stop saying thank you for everything you’ve done for me, for us.”

There were tears and smiles on his favourite people’s faces. There were tears on his own face. He went around and gave them all hugs and whispered his thanks again and again.

When he got back to Eli and he kissed them gently, taking his sweet time, Tom interrupted them with the words.

“Time for a picture. We need to capture this moment.” He insisted.

Thomas chuckled and went with his boyfriend to set up the camera to take pictures.

They all gathered, Dante in Damiano’s arms, Eli leaning their head on Damiano’s shoulder. Ethan with his arms wrapped around Aurora. Thomas and Tom together, holding hands, Vic pressing a kiss to Angie’s cheek and Damiano’s brother and Leo standing between both sets of teary-eyed parents.

Hours later, Damiano shared one of the pictures that Tom had taken. He put a heart emoji over Dante’s face to protect his privacy but he wanted the moment on his feed. He wanted to scream it from the top of the world. These are the people that kept him sane, these are the people that he loved most in the world.

He captioned it, home is where the heart is.

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prpfs · 3 months

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🕷️ hello! afab 25 yr old looking for a descriptive, literate to novella style roleplay with plenty of smut and dark themes to go with it! i would love love love someone i can be friends with oorp, bc i find it makes the roleplay better and i’m the type of person who loves hc’ing, making playlists and moodboards, and just generally brainrotting over our characters!

• they must be 20+, cool with nsfw/dark stuff (triggers and limits to be discussed)

• cool with roleplaying strictly over discord

• use real people fc’s

• this is oc x oc, but i am looking for someone to play an oc against my new guy i’m dying to take for a spin! any gender pairing welcome, he is an androgynous and alternative man (fc is damiano david) who does not give a shit about gender.

additionally he is a switch, and i’d love some partners who play switch ocs as well but i don’t particularly mind if they’re sub or dom leaning.

i am imagining something darker in nature, as he is a hypersexual, traumatized sex worker suffering from drug addiction, but depending on what we want i can change him up to fit our needs! additionally, i would definitely be up for adding some fantasy elements or doing something set in like the 70s, but def not a requirement!

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sunlightbabe · 1 year

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bestie I'm the one who's been sending you the fics in your submit. I'm putting Damiano and my OC through hell, they're about to break up (and make up later lmao) 😭😭😭😭

omg my darling, my beloved, hello bestie!! i just saw the submit and i'm sooooo excited to read it. i'm gonna do that right now actually and then edit my reaction here to make sure you can see it x

#ask #writing bestie #u have a tag now i hope that's ok!!

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jahaerra · 3 years

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚, 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝

summary: Four years after fleeing from her father in Italy, Coraline meets her ex-boyfriend Damiano David again in Rotterdam. The two immediately reconnect and it doesn't take long for Coraline to realize that she never stopped loving Damiano.

Pairing: Damiano David x female oc

warnings: none

this is actually just an excerpt from my damiano fanfic on wattpad, which is already finished, my username on there is reflectingsouls and the story is called ‘Coraline’

There was a piece of paper on the pillow, creases in the paper as if it had been folded over and over again.

There were only a few lines on it, like a short poem, and I recognised my own neat handwriting.

❝ Our Story ends here and it has been fulfilling.

I'll miss you, terribly I leave you - lovingly.

Until the next life. ❞

I had left this note at his house before I had left Italy four years ago.

He had kept it and carried it with him all this time. A single tear rolled down my cheek.

Damiano opened the balcony door when he came out of the shower. The sound of the rain was louder, but the roofing of the balcony ensured that it did not rain into the room.

It was dark outside, no stars could be seen in the sky because it was so cloudy and even the moonlight seemed to be drowning under the impending thunderstorm.

I had put the note back on the pillow. My eyes wandered over Damiano. Once again he was wearing only sweatpants and no shirt. Il Ballo della vita. The dance of life.

I traced the contours of his muscles with my eyes and followed his every move. It was dark in the room too, we hadn't switched on the light, but I could see him clearly.

He folded a shirt and put it in his wardrobe, then turned to me and came towards the bed.

"Comfy?" he asked, the corners of his mouth twitching as he saw me lying there, wrapped in his blanket and with my head on his pillow. It smelled like him and that left a pleasant feeling inside me.

"Yes" I replied against the pillow and heard a soft laugh from Damiano. He settled down next to me on the bed, then his eyes fell on the note. He reached for it and let it disappear in his fist.

"Too late, I've already seen it," I said, smiling slightly at him, "I didn't think you'd keep it that long."

"The note was the last thing you gave me," he replied as if that was a justification for keeping it for four years.

"The last sentence always seemed to me like a promise that all was not lost. That there would be another chance for us if we met again under different circumstances," he added.

My chest ached when he said that. His voice was soft and rough, more so than usual.

"And now we are here, but we are plagued by the same worries as before," I murmured. Damiano frowned, "You think so?" "Yes, my father followed us here, he won't leave me alone."

"But now you are no longer bound to him. Neither is Sophia. You can stand up to him instead of fleeing, I can help you." "I don't know if I really can," I sighed with honest concern.

The rain continued to beat against the windows.

"You can, I believe in you," Damiano assured me. "I've waited for you to come back home," he whispered.

So, Marlena, come back home, I feel it's getting cold in here So, Marlena, come back home, I don't want to wait anymore

"I've wondered how often the world reminded you of me, because it wouldn't let me forget you," he added, and the words made my throat dry. "I'm no less broken than I used to be," I said in a raspy voice.

"I don't mind that"

"You say that now, but once I'm committed to you, you'll have the weight on your shoulders that I carry with me every day. You will regret loving me," I was convinced of what I was saying.

"Never say such a thing. I could never regret having loved you. We belong together, Coraline.", he rose from the bed, his voice sounding a little angry.

I, too, straightened up "Damiano, listen to me-", I begged him. His silhouette was dark as a flash of lightning twitched across the sky, followed by thunder.

I flinched because the loud sound startled me and it was like a reminder of all the broken pieces that made up my soul.

"I've already told you that, back in Italy, but I'm grateful we shared this time together. Maybe we found our forever at the wrong time, and someday, we can be back together again, but not while I'm still broken. I want to be good for you, I want to enrich your life and make you happy, and not be responsible for you worrying and suffering. I want to be the calm sea on a sunny day, but today I am the deadly waves during a storm."

Damiano listened to me without interrupting. His brown eyes watched me keenly as I spoke, while my voice grew louder and fiercer until I was almost shouting because I was so angry and desperate myself that I kept getting in my own way.

After I had spoken the words, there was a silence between us. I walked towards Damiano, who was standing in front of the open balcony door, the moon shining through the ripped cloud cover and illuminating his chest, making him look paler than usual.

He looked as if he was not of this world, beautiful and desperate.

The storm was raging outside, lightning was flashing across the sky and I didn't know what else to say to make Damiano understand what he was getting into if he wanted to be with me. I wanted to protect him, for his sake, from me.

It was when the thunder let out its loudest rumble yet that Damiano turned to me and spoke.

"You said maybe time will pull us back together again. Don't you think that time has come now? Don't get me wrong, I would gladly spend a lifetime waiting for you to come clean with yourself so that you can love me like you imagine if that meant we could be together again, but I don't know if we can ever be like other couples, I don't know if I even want that. Your past is a scar that you will carry into your future, you can't forget it, just like I can't forget you.", his voice was low.

"I'm not leaving you just because you're broken, I want to pick up your pieces and help you heal. You always act like it's impossible for me to be with you because you're so broken, but it matters what I think, it matters if I'm capable of having you in my life, and I am! I wouldn't have it any other way, Coraline!"He left me speechless. His loud and angry words sounded like pure poetry and they were meant for me alone.

I hadn't even noticed how the tears began to run down my cheeks, but they did. Silently and secretly. I felt the salt water of the tears on my lips. I was the sea. This sentence had burnt itself into my brain so much.

"But you said it yourself, Damiano. You said it in this song. Sea is inside of me and the sea drowns everything that comes near it. I don't want you to drown in my waves!", I spoke again much louder than before, Damiano's and my tempers were heated and like the storm that was raging outside, a storm raged between us.

"Well maybe my love for the sea is greater than my fear of drowning", his voice was raspy, rough and loud. Angry.

I sobbed as he crossed the distance between us, his hands finding my cheeks and wiping away the tears that ran down like a river. The startling gentleness of that touch was in harsh contrast to the angry words that had left his lips.

While the storm raged around us, Damiano lowered his head and looked into my eyes.

The deep brown was unfathomable, the pain and desire was in them.

"Coraline," he whispered much more softly than before, then his lips met mine and I was overcome by the most incredible feeling I had ever felt.

It wasn't our first kiss, but it felt like it was. His lips kept gently brushing mine, I felt the love he had for me with every touch. The thunder, no matter how loud, died away in my ears, while it felt like there was only Damiano and me in this universe.

I don't know how long we kissed, how long our lips met again and again, doing the dance of our lives, until Damiano broke away from me and rested his forehead against mine.

"Do you understand what I mean now?" he asked me with a slight smile, his breath quickening and I was sure his heart was beating just as fast as mine.

"Yes, yes I understand what you mean. I'm so sorry Damiano, I only ever wanted the best for you.", the tears had dried up but they seemed to come back into my eyes as I said this. The sheer magnitude of his love for me made me want to cry.

"The best thing for me is to be with you, Coraline.", he whispered and kissed my lips again, this time very briefly and light as a feather.

"I love you, Damiano," I said sincerely, looking into the eyes that I loved so much.

"And I love you, Coraline. Always," he replied so softly that I almost couldn't hear it anymore, then he put his lips on mine again and it felt like the hole in my heart was finally closed.

I wasn't healed, I was still broken, but I had Damiano, he loved me, and I loved him. Together we could do anything.

poem credit: n.m. sanchez

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maneskin-dimensione · 3 years

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Insecurities of the body don’t bode well for the mind.

Pairing: Damiano David x Arna (Named OC - but I write in second person so the name only appears a handful of times, I think? Sorry, It’s just easier for me to write like that.)

Word count: 3.877 words.

Warnings: Bulimia is mentioned and body confidence issues are a main factor in this (this is me just projecting tbh) and any Italian used is down to google translate so I apologise if it’s incorrect; I am learning but it’s going slowly.

I think that’s everything but if I have missed something, please let me know so I can update this and correct myself!

Author’s note: so Hi, I’m new around here and this is my first ever Måneskin fic that I’ve written and actually had the guts to post and that’s just because I’m actually really proud of it. I wanted to give a big thank you to @daddydamiano , who read the full thing before anybody else and was so encouraging, and to @mywritingonlyfans who I sent little tidbits to and gave constant support and encouragement to post it - it means a lot. (I hope it’s okay that I tagged you both!)

So....if you do read this, I hope you enjoy it; comments, likes and reblogs feed both my soul and my enthusiasm to write so please consider it, and I’m always down for criticism too, so if you have any of that after you’ve read it then by all means let me know.

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You'd never been very body confident.

You were able to lie though. Throw on a bright fake smile and act like you were completely comfortable, but you never were....you were just good at pretending.

Aged only 10, your dislike for your body had taken quite a serious physical turn and doctors had become involved, diagnosing you with bulimia.

It had been the entire reason you'd exiled yourself to living in Iceland for three years under the pretense of wanting to know your ancestral homeland more. Living between Husavik and Reykjavik had been good for you and after returning to Italy, you'd gotten a doctor who had been there and a therapist who you felt comfortable with. You'd been doing well - well enough that your family had trusted you in moving to New York, and later Paris, to study and persue your dream; the only caveat had been that you establish a therapist in these cities and have regular meetings with them, as well as with your main therapist back in Verona, which you still did to this day. There was something incredibly comforting about you having this small network of people around the world, who had your back.

But now onto today.

You were (once again) over at Maneskin house. It was a weekend and (for once) you were ahead on your studies so you were able to hang out with the guys and not feel guilty that you weren't working yourself to the bone as usual. But it hadn't been without it's stresses though - you'd had a migraine for the majority of the week and you were just hoping you could relax, take it easy and enjoy hanging out with your friends for the day.

Because the weather was nice - the nicest it had been in a few days - Thomas had been the one to suggest having a pool party. The music was blearing, there was a buffet table laden with food and the drinks were flowing.

Sitting at the edge of the pool with your feet in the water, you were so fixated watching Thomas and Ethan do handstands under the water that you almost jumped out of your skin when Damiano came and sat beside you, a bottle of suncream in his hands and stifling a laugh.

"You're so cute." he chuckled, opening the lid and squirting some cream onto his palms. "We need to protect your skin, Dolcezza. Don't want you getting burnt now, do we?"

You rolled your eyes but held out your arms for him to liberally cover your skin, and you tried not to blush as he grinned at you. You and Damiano had only been dating for around 2 months and while it was still new, you were really liking the direction it was going; you pair were, as Vic said, in the "Honeymoon phase" and Damiano had already made a point of promising you that he wouldn't let it end any time soon.

"Turn around, amore." he mumured in your ear, his teeth lightly scraping your lobe. "I need to get everywhere."

You did so and were rewarded with another blinding smile from your boyfriend. As he gently covered your face in suncream, begining to talk about some item of clothing he'd seen online, your eyes wandered and you caught sight of Victoria saunting out of the house, clad in her sunglasses, bikini bottoms and holding another suncream bottle in her hands.

"Ethan!" she called, "Can you....?"

Ethan turned to splash Thomas one more time, before jumping out of the pool to assist her.

You watched them, unable to turn away as Damiano covered your exposed shoulder and your neck with cream, so concentrated in his task that he didn't realise you weren't listening to him or even looking at him.

As you watched Victoria throw her head back and laugh at something Thomas called out, you felt a stab of envy. Not at Victoria, per se, but at her confidence, her belief in herself, her level of comfort around all of the boys.

Her love of her body. Her security. Her "freedom" in a sense.

You wanted that, more than you could ever put into words. You dreamed of the day when looking in the mirror didn't make you recoil in disgust.

But you couldn't have that. You never would. No matter what you did....you'd never be that.

"You've been doing so well," a taunting voice filled your head, a voice you thought you'd forgotten. "But you can never really forget can you? Look at her and then look at you. Why would anyone look at you and think you look good?"

Feeling the sudden hot sting of tears, you pulled your legs out of the water and stood up, startling Damiano, who had, by now, placed the bottle down and was about to pull you in the pool with him, kicking water in Thomas's direction.

"Amore? What's the matter?"

"I uh..." you couldn't meet his eyes, or Victoria's, whose head turned in the direction of the commotion. You suddenly felt a hot bolt of shame fill your body. How could you be envious of your friend, a friend who has been nothing but good to you since the minute you met?

A friend who was approaching you right then, concern written all over her face, her hand stretched out to grasp your wrist.

"Arna?"

"I'm uh..." you hated the way your voice shook. "I'm not really feeling so good. I'm going to go lie down."

"Are you sure?" Vic said, and you tried to ignore the fact that both Ethan and Thomas had approached you now, both wearing identical looks of concern, but you pulled your gaze away, your eyes fixed firmly on the door leading inside.

"Can we bring you anything?" Ethan asked, living up to his name as the mother hen of the group. "Water? Or I'm sure I've got some anti-sickness medication around here somewhere, if you'd like that?"

"No, I think I just need to lie down for a while." you mustered a weak smile.

Damiano had joined you now, curling a hand around your hip. "Dolcezza-"

"I'll be fine." you kept the smile on your face. "I'm sure I'll feel better after a lie down."

"Okay, well," Damiano looked a little bit lost and as much as you wanted to turn around and comfort him, everything just felt overwhelming at that moment. "Just let us know if you need anything."

You just needed to be alone.

.....

You waited until you were safely locked in the room that you'd snagged as your own to take a deep breath.

From the open windows, you could hear mumurings from the garden, the four of them probably asking amongst themselves if you were okay.

No, you weren't. But how could you tell them that without sounding ridiculous? How do you tell your friends that you're jealous of Vic's confidence and love for her body and that you knew you'd never achieve that yourself?

In the back of your mind, you knew it wasn't entirely your fault. You knew this was your history with Bulimia affecting your thought process, affecting your emotions and you hated it because you'd been doing so well, up till now.

But what you knew was your fault was that you hadn't told Damiano, or Vic, or Ethan and Thomas for that matter. The four of them - especially Damiano - were all in the dark about your issues with bulimia and your body.

At the begining of this whole thing, it made sense - in some part to you - to keep it to yourself; you hadn't been in the best place when you'd accepted the job of styling the band and making custom clothes for them and you'd never imagined that you'd become as close to them as you had.

Hell, you never imagined you'd get three best friends and a boyfriend out of it, but now here you were: hiding from said three best friends and boyfriend because your mind was too busy sabotaging you and all the good progress you'd been making so far.

"Arna, can I come in?"

A knock at the door pulled you out of your stupor; you could recognise that voice anywhere.

Did you really want to talk to Vic right now? You weren't mad at her, of course you weren't. It wasn't her fault you were feeling this way but you didn't think talking to her would help you right now. But then maybe talking to Vic was the way forward? You didn't feel you could accurately explain your feelings to Damiano or Ethan and Thomas for that matter, but maybe Vic being a girl....maybe she'd get it?

Maybe she wouldn't be mad at you if you explained?

Swallowing and trying to conceal the shake in your voice, you called out to her.

"Come in!"

The door opened and Victoria immediately shut it behind her. She turned to smile at you, her eyes etched with concern as she approached where you were sitting on the bed, two bottles of beer in her hand. You couldn't help but notice Vic had covered up, wearing one of Ethan's discarded t-shirts and you couldn't help but wonder if, on some level, Vic already knew?

Wordlessly, she handed you a bottle, not daring to speak until you both took a healthy drag, and shuffled onto the bed beside you.

"What's going on, Arna?"

"I..." you shook your head, not daring to meet her eyes. "It's stupid. It's stupid and I don't want you to laugh at me...or get mad and upset with me."

"I could never do that," she mumured, reaching out to rest a hand on your forearm and squeezing. "You're my friend and I'm concerned about you; we all are. Damiano especially. I had to threaten him with hiding his chokers to be the one to come in here."

You couldn't help but crack a tiny smile at that and Vic grinned back, happy to see you smile.

"Please just talk to me?" she pressed, gently. "I'm worried about you and I want to help, if i can."

"I..." you swallowed. "I don't really know how to start."

"From wherever you want." she mumured, taking another sip of her beer.

"There's no rush."

"Okay," you breathed out slowly and took another sip of beer.

You could do this. You could do this, right?

"I hate my body," you admitted. You felt the weight on your shoulders lift the tinest bit; Victoria was the first person, outside of your immediate family and medical professionals, who you'd fully admitted this to and it felt....freeing?

"Sweetie," Victoria nodded, giving your arm an encouraging squeeze.

But you shook your head, "I had bulimia when I was younger. I was diagnosed when I was around 10. Doctors said it was one of the earliest cases they'd encountered."

"Oh sweetie." Vic mumured, eyes suddenly wet with unshead tears. "I had no idea, I'm so sorry."

But as Vic thought about it, it made a lot of sense. You never wore a bikini during pool days; you always had your stomach covered and your dresses never got shorter than just above your knee. But you'd never shown any other inklings around them. You were always up for going out for meals - you always ate generously and even had dessert...you never seemed worried and yet...and yet here it was.

"Does Damiano know?"

You shook your head. "I haven't told him yet. I didn't really know how to. But I...I want to."

"That's a positive step." Vic smiled, "I can even be there with you, if you'd like."

"Maybe."

The pair of you were silent for a moment, taking sips of your beer before Vic hastened to speak again.

"So, what happened this afternoon?" she asked, "You seemed fine one moment and then the next...the next you ran in here like a bat out of water."

"I...I just got into my own head again." You sighed, "I was...jealous of you."

Vic raised an eyebrow. "Of me? Why?"

"Not of you, per se." you hurried to explain, fear rising in your stomach at the prospect you'd offended her. "I was jealous of your confidence, you know? Your belief in yourself, your level of comfort around all of the boys. God, Vic, I can't even wear a bikini to the pool because I hate my body that much."

You shrugged, blinking rapidly. "I haven't even been shirtless in front of Damiano yet."

"And that's okay, Arna." Vic said, placing her bottle down and taking both of your hands in hers. "There's no rush for something like this. Trust me, it took me years to be confident and secure enough in my body to walk around topless, and let's be honest, Ethan, Thomas and Damiano are the only men I would dare feel comfortable enough to do that around because I know they don't' sexualize me like that."

You nodded, "I get that."

"So, you don't need to worry." Vic continued, "And I know that's easy for me to say, but I mean it. You're gorgeous, Arna. Your body is gorgeous because it's yours and I'm not just saying that because I'm your friend, I'm saying it because it's true and I have a policy of never lying to someone I care about, and if Ethan and Thomas were here, they'd agree with me too."

You stayed silent.

"Hey," she mumured, tilting your head to make you look at her. "You know you're safe with us here, right? There's no judgement here. One day you'll feel comfortable enough to be topless around us all, and maybe that day is soon and maybe it's far away, who knows? The point is, you'll get there and we'll help you, all of us. There's no pressure, from any of us; Damiano especially. Besides, we're a team, remember?"

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner," you mumured, "You or anyone. Damiano especially."

"They'll understand. I understand." she replied, giving your hands another squeeze. "It's a hard thing to talk about, I get it. But now I know, and soon Damiano will know and we'll all be able to help you."

You sniffed. letting go of one of Vic's hands to wipe away a tear that escaped your eye. Vic made to speak but another knock on the door stopped her.

"Amore? Vic? Can I come in?"

The two of you looked at each other: Victoria concerned and you alarmed.

"Just remember," Vic said, "You don't have to tell him anything yet that you're not comfortable with. But also remember, he's your boyfriend and he cares about you."

"But what if it..." you shrugged, "Scares him off?"

"Trust me, it won't." Vic stood up for the bed. "He cares about you too much to just run away, I promise."

Another knock.

"Vic? Arna?"

"One second!" Victoria called back, rolling her eyes before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your cheek. "It'll all be okay, I promise."

You stayed, rooted on the bed, as Vic stood up, collected her beer bottle and made to open the door, Damiano standing anxiously on the other side of it.

"Hey," Vic gave him a smile, before turning back to you. "Arna, do you want me to stay?"

You considered it, you really did but then you squared your shoulders. You knew, deep down, it was something you needed to do by yourself.

"No, I uh..." you swallowed, giving her a quick smile. "I'm okay."

Vic nodded, returning the smile, before turning back to her perplexed bandmate.

“I'll let you two talk."

Giving one more reassuring smile, Vic left the room and shut the door behind her, leaving you alone with Damiano.

....

You didn't know how long the pair of you stood in silence, until Damiano finally broke it.

"What's going on, bella?"

You didn't know whether Damiano could just really read you well or if he could just see you were trembling from where he stood, but he approached you, hand outstretched as if to take yours but giving you the chance to pull back if it wasn't what you wanted.

Your heart all but melted at his consideration and you slipped your hand into his, a relieved sigh leaving him.

"I..." you swallowed, "I have to tell you something and I'm sorry I've kept it from you for so long, but I just didn't know how to tell you."

A shadow of concern crossed his face.

"Okay," he nodded encouragingly, "Just...whatever it is, I promise it'll be okay. I mean, I'm not going to be mad or anything, I'm just worried about you."

You took another swig of beer before placing the bottle down and squaring your shoulders. "I had bulimia when I was younger and it's heavily contributed to my dislike of my body."

"Arna-"

"I was jealous of Vic's confidence and her belief and love for her own body." you continued, now unable to stop the words pouring out of you. "I just...I can't do the things she can. I can't walk around topless, I can't wear a bikini. Merda, I can't even be shirtless in front of just you!"

"Arna, Arna, Arna." he said your name like a chant. "Please just listen to me. There's no timeframe on that kind of thing, okay? Please don't ever compare yourself to Victoria or anyone else because you don't need to. You are your own person and your body is your own. Just because Vic is confident now doesn't mean she's always been that way and just because you're not confident now, it doesn't mean you never will be."

You nodded. You knew, deep down, that what he was saying was true.

Silently, Damiano sat down on the bed and tugged you to stand between his legs, his face tilted to look up at you.

"About your bulimia..." he began. "Is it...am I okay to ask you questions?"

You nodded, inwardly steeling yourself. You didn't really talk about it much; only to licensed professionals.

Talking to Vic about it, and now Damiano, was the most you'd ever shared since your diagnosis when all you ever had were questions, and now it was your turn to provide the answers.

He was silent for a moment and then, "How old were you?"

"10."

"Amore," he breathed out, ducking his head for a moment. You heard him sniff and when he looked back up at you, his eyes were red with unshed tears. "I'm so sorry."

You shrugged. "I've been doing well for a while now. Just today was....today's one of the bad ones."

"Dolcezza, I..." he swallowed, giving your hands a squeeze. "I don't know much about Bulimia and recovery, but it sounds like it's a process; I'm willing to learn and to do my research okay? Just..." he squeezed your hands again. "Thank you for telling me."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier."

"That doesn't matter." You could see by his eyes that he meant it. "You're telling me now."

The pair of you were silent for a moment, both of you trying to organise your racing minds.

"I just..." you swallowed, "It's so hard sometimes, Damia. There's so much I don't like."

"Like what?"

"My stomach isn't completely flat," you mumured, despondently. "And my thighs are a little bigger than I want. I just don't look like a rockstar's girlfriend."

Damiano shrugged, but it wasn't a careless shrug. It was more like a who-cares-what-people-think shrug.

"I mean, I don't have a six pack now, do I?" he raised an eyebrow at you. "Tell me honestly. Would you like me better if I did?"

Your eyes widened at the insinuation; outrage coiling in your stomach. How could he even think that? Ask that you were only with him for his looks, ask if would much prefer him if he had a six pack and bulging muscles?

How could he think you were only with him for his looks when there was so much more to him? So much magic to him.

If only you could see that he believed you had magic inside you too. Because you were magic to him, the very definition of the word. In fact, he was convinced that if you looked up the word in the dictionary, there would be a photo of you beside the description.

"Exactly," Damiano replied, and it took you a moment to realise that you'd verbalized your thoughts about him and your never-ending blush deepened. "You like me just the way I am - you want me just the way I am - and Arna, I fell for you as you are. Exactly like this, every single piece of you. Your beautiful mind and heart and the way you see the world. The fact that you're outwardly stunning is just a bonus. I know you don't see it, but you're gorgeous, Arna. You're the most gorgeous human, inside and out. I love your body, because it's yours and one day I hope you'll be able to look in the mirror and be happy and proud of what you see reflecting back at you. Because you should be, because there's absolutely nobody else like you on this planet and I'm all too aware of lucky I am to be the guy by your side."

You sniffed. You really didn't want to cry, but his words, the look on his face, the softeness of his tone, the way he looked at you....you couldn't help it.

"Damia-"

"I know that my words aren't going to change everything." he continued on, his eyes wild in his determination to get his words out. "I know it's not fixable overnight, but I promise to spend every single day making sure you know how stunningly gorgeous you are, through my words, actions, whatever. I'm going to make sure you know it and you feel it, because you are."

You could hear his words, you really could. But as much as you wanted to take them in and embrace them, you were stuck on four particular words.

I fell for you.

"You..." you swallowed, "You fell for me?"

Damiano raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at his lips. "That's your takeaway from all this, amore?"

"No, I've listened to everything you've said, honestly," you assured him, "But....for right now, that's all my brain can focus on."

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close, hands linking against your back.

"I have fallen for you, dolcezza." he mumured, brushing his nose against yours. "I fell for you the minute we met, and honestly, it's probably my worst kept secret and I know it's sudden and we've only been dating officially for 2 months but...." he shrugged. "I've been in love with you for a year; I've been in love with the most beautiful woman in the world for a year and I will keep reminding you of that until you believe me."

You leaned forward against him, tugging your face into the crook of his neck as him arms fully enveloped you.

"Thank you."

A kiss found it's way to the top of your head. "Sempre."

"Damiano?"

"Yes?"

"I've fallen for you too."

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Dolcezza: Sweetness

Bella: beautiful

Sempre: always

Amore: love

#damiano david imagine #damiano david x oc #damiano david fanfiction #damiano david #victoria de angelis #ethan torchio #thomas raggi #my fic post #please be gentle!#bulimia tw #body image issues tw #måneskin fanfiction #måneskin

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sodascherrycola · 3 years

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Anniversary & Surprise Announcements

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sophiadavid I can’t believe it’s already been a year since I married the love of my life! You have made my life a dream come true since then and I couldn’t thank you enough! I love you so much Damiano and to many more years to come!

8/21/19 <3

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ykarr 😘

sophiakarras_updates It’s been a year alr?!!??

thomasraggi__ Happy Anniversary!!!

damianoshoes I still can’t get over the dress, like my dream wedding dress for sure!! Congrats cuties!

arianagrande Ahhhh!!!!! Love you babe!!!!!

sophiadavid Love ya !

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ykarr Felice uno anno mio amore. Ogni giorno con tu essere come un fata storia mio innamorato io voler fare a dare tu la il mondo e il stella se ti permettere mi. Noi essere questo lontano e io sapere noi determinazione andare ancora lontano. Ringraziare ti per detto sì a mi quello Giovedì. translation: Happy 1 year my love. Every day with you is like a fairy tale my sweetheart. I want to give you the world and the stars if you'd let me. We've been this far and I know we will go even farther. Thank you for saying yes to me that Thursday.

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sophiadavid Awhh stop it, ur making me blushhh 😖

damiiii---ano I can’t he’s literally so fucking romantic! I want one!!

conangray And why can’t I have this 🙄

corinnakarras I had to google translate this, but let me tell you it was totally worth it omg 🥺😭

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sophiadavid Suprise?

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damianofan11 OMG STOP IT I’M NOT READY!!!!!!!

fangirl002 HOLY SHIT SHE’S PREGNANT!!!!!! WTF!

ykarr Ti amo piccola ragazza (I love you babygirl)

michaelkarras Dude what? No way!

sophiadavid Yes way!! Ahhhhh!

maneskinfan82 Imagine Dami being a dad 😩😩😩

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sophiadavid Not Dami hiding from parenthood, damn.

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vicdeangelis Sounds like something he’d do lmfao

sophiadavid ikr now I gotta be a single mom smh 😤

vicdeangelis Congrats btw Soph :)

ethaneskin If this baby isn’t named after me 😑

sophiadavid only if Damiano lets me 🤷🏻‍♀️

ykarr Obviously 🙄

#instagram au #damiano david #maneskin #damiano david x oc #damiano david insta au #oc #insta au #sophia david

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teenyweenynightghost · 3 years

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𝕸𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

Blurbs Masterlist

A/n: I’m back (I hope). I have re-organized all my fics, everything that is under 1k words will be in a different “Blurb list”. As always, requests for fanart and fanfics are more than open. And if anyone needs it, I would also love to help with proof-checking or moral supports for fanfics <3

Taglist: @fuckim-so-gay @ginny-lily @messyhairday-me @cheese-toastie-11 @wannabemarlenabutiscoraline @simp-per-ethan @maneskinrollercoaster @juststalking @superchrystaldrug @immrbrightsideeee @shehaddreamstoo @tiaamberxx @victoriadeangeliswifey @bidet-and-legolas @makapaka11 @electra-phoebe @makeavvish @perfectlyunbiasedobservation @cucciolafaerie @theimpossiblehologramtree @unitersmoonshine @deeavjbes @selenophiliaxx @oro-e-diamanti @l0standn0tf0und @iosonoarina @que--sera--sera @writingmaneskin @rhaellasdaughter @cursivetalk

𝕿𝔥𝔢 𝕾𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔯 𝕰𝔯𝔞

Smut

New clothes

Vic x Fem!Reader, 1.3K words,

Fortunate Disaster / 2

Vic X Fem!Reader, 2.4K

Vic X Ethan X Fem!Reader, 1.5 K

As lucky as the rainbow

Vic X Fem!Reader, 1.7K

To the edge

Vic X Fem!Reader, 1K

Angst

Fluff

Date Night

Vic X Male!Reader, 1.1K words, requested

Dream View

Damiano X Fem!Reader, 1.2K words, requested

How do I look?

Thomas X Fem!Reader, it’s not 1k but I love it too much, requested

Nerdy Romance

Ethan X Fem!Reader, 1K, do you wanna cry? Read this. Requested

It will always be you

Ethan X Fem!Reader, dare I say, my favourite? 2.7 K words, requested

The period from hell

Ethan X Fem!Reader, 1.8 K words, requested

Absolute chaos

Monopoly night 1 / 2

Måneskin Group Chat 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8

Meeting the parents

Ethan X Fem!Reader, 1K, based on a meme

Series that I started but need a shit ton of motivation to continue

The fluffiest Alliance

Fem!OC, Må appears at the end, 3.3K words

A Breath of Fresh Air 1 / 2 / 3

Boarding school AU, Vic X Fem!OC

Series that I actually finished

The one with an impatient author and a slow-burn 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

Ethan X Fem!Reader

𝕿𝔢𝔢𝔫𝔶'𝔰 𝕮𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨

Smut

Mamma Mia

All X Fem!Reader, 1.8K Words

The aftermath

All X Fem!Reader, blurbs (i can feel my pulse through my eyes after writing this)

Fluff

The lost keys

Ethan X Fem!Reader, eh almost 1K

The surprise

Thomas X Fem!Reader, again, almost 1K

Goodnight

Vic X Fem!Reader, 5K

CHALLENGES

Teeny’s October Nightmares 1 / 2 / 3

October blurbs prompt list 1

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pjisskullourful · 3 years

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. . ╰──╮𝕘𝕒𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙╭──╯ . .

👻Damiano X Ethan X reader

🌈 rainbow family part 4[complete series]

NSFW! 🚨swearing & mentions of naughty nighttime activities

° Damiano David & Ethan Torchio & female reader insert [throuple style] ||| Victoria de Angelis, Thomas Raggi & OC babies: Cosmo, Marsha & Sylvia

° 5 years on- the Happily Ever After of the throuple is going strong as they prepare for the next chapter in their relationship ||| Cosmo is 5, the twins are 2 & a new Måneskin album needs to be recorded

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° thankyou to @superchrystaldrug for letting me brainstorm ideas & for encouraging my ridiculously fluffy headcanons💋

° I AM CORRECTING HISTORY!! haddon hall (where bowie lived/recorded so many iconic albums- late 60s & early 70s, the ziggy years!) was demolished in the 80s. but this is my fantasy & if i say that haddon hall was never demolished, then guess what- that mansion was never demolished & still stands in Beckenham. thankyou & happy reading

Haddon Hall - a mansion in England where David Bowie had lived and worked during the most pivotal moment of his career. It had been his home from 1969 to 1972 and now, for the summer, it was the home of you, your kids, the four members of Måneskin and Chili the dog. They hoped to tap into some of the magic that Bowie had sourced to create Ziggy Stardust, as they wrote their new album, recording from the modern studio that had been outfitted long after Bowie's time at the address.

It was an effort to shut out everything else and tackle the overwhelming feat of bringing a new collection of original music into the world, to write a new piece of Måneskin's history that would represent where they currently stood. They had the pressure of all of their past accomplishments and so many eyes upon them. They needed to get away from the other voices trying to chime in - the record company, producers, their manager. It had to be about the four of them again, a safe haven to create.

But there wasn't any option of you staying in Italy, away from your boyfriends for that time. Your kids needed their daddies close. There would be a distinction between work time and downtime - but there needn't be any separation between your family.

It was hardly a typical family summer holiday - but in his five years of life, you didn't think Cosmo had known many typical experiences.

The bed in the master suite was smaller than what you were used to sharing at home, it was similar to the size you had owned during the first few years of your relationship with Ethan and Damiano.

At first, you were mostly just relieved that you didn't have a growing baby in your stomach to rob some of the limited space of the mattress. But the closeness had led to some unexpected results - a tangle of legs was a perfect starting point for intimacy. And soon the three of you were moving in even closer, rediscovering one another's bodies and eliminating all of the space between you. You woke up with an erection poking you in the small of your back and you asked Damiano if he needed help handling that. What started off as teasing could easily escalate when your crotch was already lined up with Ethan's.

You were sleep deprived but happy. There was something in the air here in Beckenham that had lust pumping through your veins when one of your boyfriends gave you a certain look.

It had been the fourth night in a row - a feat unheard of since having Cosmo. You didn't fall asleep until after 3am, three naked bodies weaved together, blissfully happy but exhausted.

This was how Cosmo found you, bursting into the room after hammering on the shut door. It was barely past 3.30 but you all jolted awake, you were so close to the edge of the mattress that you almost tumbled out to the ground.

"Mama, Mama!" He wasn't crying, but there was definitely a panic in his voice. You switched on the lamp, grabbing for the sheet. "I saw a ghost."

"Ghost?" Ethan asked from beside you.

Cosmo came into the light and you were relieved to see his cheeks were dry. His hair was sticking up in all directions and you could tell that he had been recently awoken from a deep sleep.

You extended your arms out and he jumped up into the bed, crawling roughly across your body (when had he gotten so solid and heavy?) to put himself between you and Ethan. Damiano propped himself up, reaching over to smooth down some of Cosmo's hair.

"What happened baby Mo-mo?" You asked.

Cosmo sat up on the pillow, making sure he had the attention of all three of you as he started to explain. "I woke up 'cause I thought I- I heard something and so I woke up and then I see'd something- I see'd something glowing…" He was out of breath, talking loudly. "It was like a… uh, like a tall man and he was glowing, like the moon."

Damiano had gotten out of bed, pulling on a pair of underwear. There was a serious look on his face. "Did he say anything to you?"

"Nuh-uh. He just kinda pointed at me."

"Do you want me to come with?" Ethan offered.

"No, stay with Moe."

Although there wasn't any chance that someone could have broken in, the property was secured behind a fence, it was a private residence. But Damiano was prepared to take your son's words seriously, awakened into a state of focus. He switched on the hallway light and headed for the door directly opposite yours.

"Give him ten seconds." You told Ethan quietly.

"The ghost isn't gonna hurt Papa, is it?"

Ethan pulled the wide-eyed toddler into his arms, rocking him ever so slightly. "No way, there aren't any mean ghosts in this house, Mo-mo."

"All clear." Damiano shouted out from the other room. But he didn't immediately come back, probably performing double-checks on the window locks and in the wardrobe.

"Yeah, there's only nice ghosts here." You said to Cosmo who was beginning to settle in against Ethan. "'Cause the people who lived here were so happy. They were sharing their gifts with each other and then the world. This is a special place where creative people found their voices, they found the right colours to paint with and they made so much beautiful art here." You could see that his eyelids were looking heavier, that excited look out of his eyes. "What you saw was just one of those artists, they probably keep an eye on the house, like fairies, keeping that creativity alive. No scary ghosts, I promise you baby."

"He didn't look all that scary." Cosmo said, resting his head down onto the pillow.

"Yeah, maybe he used to stay in that room and he was just checking out how you had decorated it." Ethan said as Damiano returned to the room, looking far more relaxed.

"It must've been a shy ghost, he didn't wanna hang out with me." He climbed back into the bed, lying down behind Ethan.

"Don't take it personally Papa." Cosmo said.

"Thanks babe." Damiano said, half-laughing. "Are we ready to go back to sleep?"

"I get to stay here?"

"Yes Moe, you can sleep here." You said and you reached out, shutting the light off.

"Why are you all naked?" His little voice asked and there was an awkward pause, seemingly the other two were waiting for you to take the responsibility of answering this.

"Because buddy, Papa spilt his tea over on the chair that all of our jammies were on." You said and you heard Ethan snicker quietly. "We couldn't really sleep in wet clothes, could we?"

"No. You'd get sick."

"Exactly." You said.

………

The next day, you were working with Cosmo to create a sigil, drawing it out on paper - an attempt to signal to any potential ghosts that his room was his alone, not any wayward spirits.

You didn't know what the correct protocol was in this situation - your experience with the supernatural was very limited. But you wanted to support his curiosity, you wanted him to explore this potential. You had always wanted to see a ghost and you thought this could be a positive experience. You didn’t want this to be a scary situation for him.

You had gathered the information regarding this sigil online, reading what you could in between keeping an eye on the three kids. It seemed nothing was a guarantee in the world of spirits. But it was best to set the right intentions and you didn’t see why this couldn’t be a teaching opportunity. You could show your children to respect everyone.

You had drawn the lines of the sigil, getting the basis of the protection spell perfect. Cosmo picked his favourite colours to fill in the paper, making it bright and happy.

"Do we haf'ta call in the ghostbusters? Or a psycho?" Cosmo asked, his big eyes looking up at you as you sipped your coffee.

"Psychic, honey." You corrected. "And that’s definitely something we can look into. But if we were gonna call in any ghostbusters- it’d be the lady ghostbusters.”

“Yeah.”

There were heavy footsteps coming up the staircase into the living room. Thomas appeared from out of the basement recording studio. He was rushing, only slowing down once he spotted you and the kids.

"Hey, hey, it's not about to be naptime or anything, is it?" He asked, out of breath.

"No." Sylvia shouted - her favourite word.

You checked your watch. "That is actually correct, not yet. Why?"

"We need Cozzie. Well, all of you, if you wanna… But we've got this song and we think it's good, but we need to know if it's really good, if it's good enough for Cozzie to dance to." He said.

Cosmo had jumped up, looking at you eagerly. "Can we, Mama? Can we?"

"Of course, baby." You got up from the couch. "Let's go girls." Marsha had already moved away from the horse figures she had been playing with. "Do you want Mama to carry you, Sylvie?"

"No."

Cosmo led the way down the stairs while Marsha took Thomas' hand and they slowly moved to the stairs as well. Sylvia made her own way down the staircase, taking them one at a time with her arm reached up to the banister. You shadowed her, ready to catch her, but she didn't need your help. She confidently took on the stairs, a wobble here and there, but never toppling over.

The atmosphere in the studio space was entirely different, so much energy in the air. You almost felt like you could reach a hand out and just grab some of the creativity that the musicians were currently tapping into.

Marsha had joined Ethan behind the drumkit, resting her head against his. He was her favourite person in the whole world right now - her security blanket and her walking talking teddy bear. She could always be calmed down by him and she would cling to her dada. He had become quite skilled at doing things one-handed, spending more time than not, with the toddler held at his hip.

Sylvia had been scooped up by Damiano, but she wasn't paying much attention to him. She was looking around at all of the equipment, a look of concentration on her face. She always wanted to know exactly what was going on.

You saw Cosmo climbing up to stand on top of the desk Victoria was seated at. He was so sure of himself, making no nervous checks of how close he was to the edge. He was smiling widely and you could hear her joking with him already.

"You wanna press the button sweetie?" Damiano asked, holding Sylvia up by the speaker controls.

"No."

"You're right. I'm the one at work right now, not you. I'll do it." He caught your eye over his shoulder and winked.

He hit a few buttons and you were relieved when what came from the numerous speakers wasn't a deafening experience fitting for one of their stadium gigs. That was how they used to play new songs for you and the music got louder depending on their level of excitement. But there had been a lot more alcohol in those days and Damiano had since learnt to communicate to you with hand gestures, as opposed to yelling 'oh shit, here it comes' in your face as the song built to the crescendo.

This was a reasonable volume, loud enough to be heard clearly but not so loud that you would have children complaining about ringing in their ears for hours afterward. He started to bob to the quick tempo, smiling encouragingly to Sylvia.

"That's Papa!" She pointed to his face when the vocals came in.

Thomas was making his way to the middle of the room, nodding his head and copying the beat by tapping his fingers in the air. He was watching Cosmo, trying to inspire dancing from the 5-year-old.

You heard the restrained moment that signalled the build up to the chorus. Thomas had started to pump his fist above his head and Cosmo watched him, swaying his little body.

Then the drums came back in, quicker than before and Cosmo's face truly lit up. He cheered and jumped onto the floor, moving over to where Thomas was clapping. The two of them started to shuffle around each other, arms thrown about.

Damiano had come over to your side, shimmying his shoulders. He was singing to Sylvia, who was swinging her legs in time to the music. You let him take your hand and lift it above your head, sending you into a twirl.

Looking across the room, you saw that Marsha had one of the drumsticks in her hand. She was using it as a fairy wand, much to Ethan's amusement.

"What about this bit Cozzie?" Thomas asked. "Maybe we should dance lower for this bit."

"Yeah, lower." Cosmo mimicked Thomas' movements, bending his knees and bobbing down with each beat.

But when the next chorus began, Cosmo sprang back to his feet. He started to twirl around and Victoria cheered, her phone out, pointed to the excited kid. The smile on his face got bigger as he kept dancing in his little circle.

"He likes it, he really likes it." You told Damiano. "And why wouldn't he? It's great."

"Yeah, you like it?" He asked.

"Yeah and I liked it when you were humming it in the shower this morning and I liked it when you were humming it while you were peeling potatoes yesterday."

"It's good, huh?"

You gave him a kiss on the cheek before you got distracted by the definite end of the song. You looked to Cosmo, who had finished spinning. "Moe, what did we practice this morning?"

"Oh, right." He got a look of concentration on his face as everyone in the room watched him.

He took a couple of measured steps back then ran forward, picking both feet up at the same time. He landed upon his knees with enough momentum to slide a few inches. Then he punched the air above his head, holding this dynamic pose.

"Wow. That's your best big finish yet." Ethan said.

Thomas held his hands up to high-five Cosmo on both hands. "Awesome, you gotta show me how to do that."

"What do you think sweetie Sylvie?" Damiano asked. "Did you like it?"

"No."

"So you hated it?"

"No."

Victoria laughed. "Okay, I guess it needs some more work then…"

..........

Damiano and Thomas were the only two left in the studio at this late hour, they were locked away in the sound-proofed room, obsessing over the vocals for a ballad. The kids were all asleep, even Marsha despite her not being tucked into bed like her siblings.

She had refused to settle, whinging and forcing out some sobs anytime Ethan attempted to put her down. The only way to keep her quiet was to keep her with him. Her tears had dried as she twirled some of his hair around her fingers, perfectly comfortable wrapped up in his arms.

She didn’t stir when he joined you and Victoria at the dining table, she peacefully slept on as he was dealt into your game of poker. You were using pieces of candy in the place of betting chips.

“Remember when we used to play strip poker?” Victoria asked, surrendering more jellybeans to Ethan.

“Yeah, and you were just as terrible then.” He said, he was pushing his newly-won items into the order he had established, divided up into six colour groups, beginning with red and finishing in purple.

A sudden movement off to the left caught your eye and you quickly looked around, expecting to see Chili. But there was nothing there, that side of the room was empty, everything undisturbed.

“Babe, it’s your turn.” Ethan said and you turned back to the table. “Are you alright?”

“I thought I saw… where’s the dog?” You asked and she grabbed the paw of the puppy in her lap, raising this up to wave at you. “Oh, he’s been there this whole time, hasn’t he?”

“Yeah, is everything okay?” She asked.

You shook your head. “It’s nothing, I’m sure it’s nothing.” He gave your knee a squeeze. “I must’ve just spent too long today talking and thinking about ghosts, so now I think I’m seeing them.”

“So, you believe Moe, you reckon he really saw a ghost last night?” She asked, considering you over the top of her wine glass.

“Well I believe in ghosts.” He said. “I may not have seen any, but that doesn’t mean they’re not real.”

"They've gotta be, right? Otherwise, what's the option? Just nothingness, like Neverending Story?"

She shook her head. "Don't even go there… That movie just ruined me when I was a kid. Moe asked me if I wanted to watch it with him the other day, and I'm sorry you guys, but I lied to the baby. I said that I had to help Thomas write a letter to River. I don't know why, but that was the first thing I could think of."

“Maybe I’m just getting too into the idea of being in a space inhabited by Bowie, but do we need to consider the option that it could be his ghost?” You asked.

“I think that no matter what, when we’re doing press, we say that yes, we were definitely being visited by the spirit of David Bowie.”

He shifted uncomfortably, readjusting his hold on Marsha. “Isn’t that a little, um, disrespectful to his memory?”

“Oh please.” Victoria said. “It’s not like we’re saying he’s an incubus who was trying to impregnate me…”

“Who did what?” Thomas asked loudly, announcing his emergence from the studio.

“I’m just saying we could say far worse. And right now, we don’t have any evidence to suggest that it isn’t Bowie’s ghost…”

Damiano had come into the room following the guitarist and he moved over to put his hands over the ears of a completely oblivious Marsha. “Don’t say stuff like that in front of my baby.”

“Besides, it can’t be Bowie.” Thomas said, leaning down to help himself to some of Ethan’s candy winnings, disrupting the rainbow as he did so. “He’s a Buddhist so he’s probably already been reincarnated. They cremated him and scattered his ashes in Bali. Why would he come back here and repeat himself?” Ethan slapped Thomas’ hand away before anymore of his jellybeans could be stolen.

You sighed as Damiano placed his arms around your shoulders. “I can’t figure out if that’s depressing or comforting…”

“Either way, I’m sleepy and I’m gonna take this as an opportunity to tap out before Ethan starts lecturing Thomas for ruining the game and having no respect for the game of poker.” Victoria said and she downed the rest of her wine before standing up. She patted the thick fur on Chili’s head, the dog quite content to be carried around by her. “Come on Chili, last call to do your business.”

She left for the backyard, with Thomas soon after bidding the three of you goodnight, retiring to his bedroom upstairs.

Ethan looked at you - his eyes signalling a mild element of distress, either his arm had fallen asleep or he needed to pee. It was clear that this cuddle with Marsha had run its course for him. “Do you think- it’s worth a try- oh, but she could-”

“Darling, that baby is drooling on you. She is most definitely asleep. Just move slowly and make sure Big Ted is there to prop her against.” You said.

“Right.” He began to get up, a look of deep concentration on his face as he did so. “You two are gonna come up soon, yeah? ‘Cause I don’t have a Big Ted substitute for you…”

“Yes, honey.”

Damiano grabbed his hand before your boyfriend could take more than two steps away from the table. “Hey, happy birthday baby, it’s after one.”

“Oh, it is?”

Damiano put a hand to Ethan’s cheek, bringing him in for a soft kiss. Ethan stroked his back, the two of them sharing a smile. "Happy birthday, my love."

"I love you." Ethan pecked him again then stepped aside, moving over to give you a kiss. "And I love you."

You cupped his face, standing up to give him a deeper kiss. "Happy birthday baby daddy. Go put that baby to bed." You patted his chest. "We'll be up soon…"

He left for the staircase, one hand keeping Marsha steady. You turned to Damiano, putting your arms around his waist, with him embracing you. He placed some kisses across your forehead and you were ready to cuddle him for the rest of the night, as long as you could.

“Did you get the song finished?”

He groaned. “No, it just doesn’t… there’s something about it, that’s off.” You pushed your hands into the back pockets of his jeans. “I don’t know what it is, but I feel like I’m not singing it right. Every time I finish a take, I think that I could’ve done it better. I don’t know how and it’s getting frustrating, so we just… we are gonna come back to it later.”

“You’ll get it Daddy, you’ll find the magic.” You said, giving his butt a couple of encouraging pats. “You always do. How’s your throat? Do you want me to make you some tea?”

“I’ll get it myself. You should go cuddle our man, get him warm for me.”

You smiled and kissed him. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

You let go of him, with him going into the kitchen while you went in the opposite direction to go back to the dining table. From the table you collected your phone and the baby monitor.

“I’m gonna-”

A squawk of upset sobbing interrupted your sentence, one of the girl’s voices coming through the speaker clearly.

“No, I’m not gonna go to bed. I’m gonna go check on that child.” You said to Damiano.

“Sylvie.” He said.

“It’s gotta be.” You agreed, heading for the stairs. “The way that girl is teething- you’d think she was a shark.”

“‘Cause sharks have so many rows of teeth, very good.” He said sarcastically. “And yet, it’s me who gets accused of making all the dad jokes.”

You made your way into the bedroom the twin girls were sharing. You found Ethan was already in there, holding Sylvia and in the process of trying to soothe her. Marsha was quietly sleeping in her own bed.

You approached Ethan in the room, illuminated only by the soothing slightly-yellow glow of the nightlight. You put your hand to Sylvia's back as she sobbed noisily, clearly putting all of her chest into it.

"It's her teeth."

"Teeth." She repeated in a pained howl.

"Oh, I know sweetie. Your teeth are so mean." You held your arms out and he placed her into your embrace.

"I'll go get your ring from the fridge, okay sweetie?"

You grabbed his wrist before he could leave to retrieve the soothing chew-toy. "No, no, no, you go to bed baby, I've got this." You started to lead the way out of the room, leaving Marsha to her rest. "I'll take care of this, you sleep."

"Are you sure?"

You bounced the crying little girl lightly. "Yes darling, please let me handle this."

He pecked you on the cheek, then kissed Sylvia on the forehead. You carried her down the stairs, cooing and patting her back - without managing to stall her crying at all.

"It's okay, baby. Mama's got ya, it's okay."

"Teeth." She weeped again.

"I know, I know. Shh." You entered the kitchen, heading directly for the fridge. Damiano put down his cup of tea as you grabbed out the chilled ring of silicone cushions. It fit easily into her hand - one of the water-filled bubbles curled into her fist while she deposited another into her mouth. “There we go - aw, isn’t that so much better?”

“Sylvie, why are your teeth so mean?” He asked, giving her ankle an affectionate squeeze.

You shut your eyes as you held your daughter close to your chest, rocking her gently and continuing to make shushing sounds. She wouldn’t abruptly stop crying and you hadn’t expected as much. She had to work herself down, but she was noticeably quieter. This would probably delay your own bedtime by about an hour and there was never any guarantee that she would settle back into bed - her inflamed gums may just irritate her all night.

“Let me.” The transfer to his arms went smoothly. “I can’t go to sleep yet, I’ve still gotta make Ethan’s c-a-k-e…”

Despite your arms being empty, you continued to sway, in time with how Damiano held the upset toddler. “It’s so late. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you got something from the store, it’s not gonna make him doubt your love for him.”

“No, I’ve gotta.” He said, a determined look on his face. “This is something I can’t just buy anyways. It’s gotta be special, for him.”

“Alright. But no letting this one help you.” His version of the kids helping him in the kitchen was for them to do taste tests and end up with icing on their faces before the cake was out of the oven. “I’m gonna shower but I can help you put her down after that…”

You left the kitchen to the sounds of Sylvia’s crying getting quieter. He was humming to her, something calming but unfamiliar.

Your hot shower had you feeling all the more ready to fall asleep, even if it hadn’t completely eased the sore muscles in your back. You silently pulled on pjs in the bedroom where Ethan was sound asleep.

The rest of the mansion was silent and it seemed there was no one left to soothe, no problems left to solve on this day. You went back downstairs and with every step, you anticipated to hear Sylvia crying again - you just had to get within earshot of her powerful lungs. The kitchen was empty, Damiano’s cup of tea missing from the countertop.

You made moves to track them down, finding every room empty - until you came upon the recording studio.

You let yourself into the large studio space, where all of the lights were on. You could hear Damiano singing and looking to your right, you found him sitting behind the glass wall, laying down some vocals. Sylvia was in his lap, looking quite sleepy as she carried on sucking on her teething ring. His headphones were covering only one ear as he sang to the baby more so than to the microphone.

You sat down in front of the mixing deck (the majority of its buttons were still a mystery to you - Thomas had tried to teach you some of the ‘basics’ more than once, but it never stuck). You didn’t recognise the track that Damiano was singing over and you marvelled at how it could already sound like a finished song. You felt warmth filling your stomach as you listened to the unfolding ballad.

You lamented not having your phone in hand and therefore missing the chance to make any record of this moment. It was beautiful, taking your breath away how natural he was with your kids, being able to dedicate so much of himself to them without letting his career suffer because of it.

He finished singing and then the music reached its end. He looked down at Sylvia. “Hmm?”

“No.” She grumbled, making him laugh.

You put your finger onto the button that opened the communication from you to him and spoke into the microphone. “Hey, can you sing Beggin’ next?”

His head whipped up to look at you. “To quote our daughter: no.”

“No.” Sylvia echoed.

…………

“Dad, it’s your birthday!” Cosmo’s face was incredibly close to Ethan’s as your boyfriend remained laid out in bed. He hadn’t heard all three of the kids come into the room and part of you felt guilty for waking up from this deep slumber. But the kids were ready to burst with excitement, they wanted to lavish all of their affections upon him and holding them back wouldn’t have worked for long.

“Da-da.” Marsha sang out, the party horn between her lips was waiting to be fired off. She had to wait for Ethan to open his eyes first, that was the agreement that allowed her to have the noisemaker.

Sylvia was clinging to Damiano’s back like a monkey, bouncing as she looked over his shoulder. “Wake up, wake up.”

One of Ethan’s eyelids cracked open and Marsha gasped loudly. She blew into the party whistle, making a quick sound, before it flew out of her mouth. The toy collided with his forehead and now his eyes were completely open.

Marsha instantly moved over, puckering her lips as she did so. “Sorry Dada, I kiss better. I kiss better.”

“Papa, play the song quick.” Cosmo shouted.

It was complete mayhem, all before Ethan had been given the chance to sit up or even say anything. Marsha was covering his forehead in enthusiastic kisses as Damiano pressed a button to play the song he had queued up.

“When does he get to bit where we sing- where we sing happy birthday?” Sylvia demanded to know over the sound of the Stevie Wonder song’s intro.

“Happy birthday Dada.” Marsha said, throwing her arms around Ethan as he slowly began to lift himself up.

He pulled her into his embrace, his reactions delayed as he struggled to pull himself out of sleep. But he was smiling as he slowly looked around himself, getting a lay of the landscape that had appeared during his slumber.

“Happy birthday Dad.” Cosmo sprang forward next. “We made you a crown.” He brought the wreath of plastic leaves and flowers out from behind his back. The three of them had spent a lot of time getting the order of the coloured flowers exactly right, completing the headwear with assistance from Victoria.

“A crown?” Ethan repeated, eyes lighting up at the sight of the rainbow flower crown. “You made me a crown? Oh, that’s so beautiful. Do I get to wear it?”

“Yes, silly.” Cosmo said, moving to place the decorated ring onto Ethan’s head himself. “It’s your birthday so you’ve gotta wear it, all day.”

“And I’m going to.” Ethan said, the bright flowers nestled perfectly upon his un-brushed hair. “You couldn’t pay me to stop wearing this.”

Damiano led the singing when the chorus came in. “Happy birthday to ya. Happy birthday to ya.” Cosmo was clapping along to the beat while Sylvia went over to take up the remaining space in Ethan’s lap. “Happy birth-daaaay.”

Ethan nodded his head from side-to-side, a twin in each arm as Cosmo fixed his father’s hair. They were all smiling - for once Sylvia wasn’t on the verge of saying no.

You looked to the opposite side of the bed where Damiano was watching this pandemonium. He caught your eye and smiled at you - making you wonder if he was thinking the same thing as you, thinking about how much quieter birthday mornings used to be. They could get loud, but that was usually worked up to - in fact, it was on Ethan’s birthday that the twins had been conceived.

You heard laughter from the doorway, spotting Victoria and Thomas watching. Victoria had her phone in hand, the camera pointed to the bed. Thomas’ hair was sticking up in all directions and he rubbed his eye with the back of his hand, but he was amused nonetheless.

“We gotta make the birthday daddy his coffee.” She said, approaching the bed as the kids joined in on the second chorus. “Who wants to help and we can get all the presents together on the table for him?”

You gave Cosmo a few pats on the back to get his attention. “Everyone- everyone wants to help make Dada some coffee, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” Cosmo said, successfully tricked into leaving the room.

Victoria grabbed Sylvia from the bed and kissed Ethan on the cheek. “Happy birthday.”

“Cozzie, I’m half-asleep so I hope that you know what kind of coffee Dada likes…” Thomas said, taking Cosmo’s hand and beginning into the hallway. “‘Cause I don’t know where to start. How do you make coffee, we put jelly in there, right?”

He laughed. “No, silly Billy.”

“My name’s Tom…”

“No, not when you’re being silly, then you’re Billy.”

“Billy!” Sylvia cheered.

Once everyone else was out of the room, Damiano shut the door. With the music turned off, it was almost silent, almost peaceful. You moved over to snuggle into Ethan’s side, putting an arm around his middle.

“Your birthday wish wasn’t to sleep late, was it?” You asked as he linked his fingers through yours.

“No.”

“He’s too realistic for that.” Damiano commented, placing himself at Ethan’s other side and kissing him noisily on the cheek. “Happy birthday baby daddy.”

“Thank you.” He kissed Damiano quickly then kissed the top of your head. “And thank you.”

“We could try to delay them if you wanna go back to sleep for a while…” You said.

“No, it’s fine, I promise. I think I got enough sleep.” He said. “You idiots on the other hand- did either of you come to bed, like, at all?"

“Umm…”

“I got to Sylvia’s bed and I was just gonna lay down with her for a sec’.” Damiano said. “And then it was morning and Marsha was poking me.”

"We've got a fairy-themed tea party organised for this afternoon, so be prepared to wear wings and have glitter everywhere." You said.

"Yeah, I just hope it's gay enough for you…"

Ethan sat forward, flicking his hair back off of his shoulders. "Of course it will, did you not see my freakin' crown?"

.........

“Caw caw.”

You whipped your head around to where this sound had come from - finding Thomas and Sylvia standing at the edge of the sitting parlour. She was eagerly smiling, holding onto both of his hands and standing on his feet.

The other two adults in the room hadn’t noticed and so you were able to get up, responding to the signal without attracting any attention your way. Under the numerous cords of fairy-lights, Ethan and Victoria were too concentrated on the game of snap they were sharing with Cosmo. You had been playing as well, but after losing too many head-to-head rounds you had retired to the closeby couch instead.

It had been a fun day, everyone running around in colourful wings, so much laughter (a highlight for you had been an impromptu photoshoot out in the afternoon sun, Ethan in the sunshine, wearing his crown and wings as he pushed the twins on the swings - you had never seen someone so content with their place in the world).

But you were exhausted, already looking forward to the twins' bedtime at six-thirty. Even though this was a more laid-back party than all the hoopla that went into any birthday celebration for the kids, you could still feel that your energy had died off and you weren't anticipating a second wind anytime soon.

You followed Sylvia and Thomas into the kitchen, where Damiano was lighting the last of the candles that decorated this slab of cake.

"My bird call was good, huh Mama?" Sylvia said.

"It was amazing, sweetie and it sounded so realistic that nobody else heard it." You said.

"Wow, maybe one day she could grow up to be a spy." Thomas said and her eyes grew wide with excitement - you weren't certain that she had learnt the word spy yet, but she was just thrilled to be complimented.

"I figure me and Tom will carry it, and you and Sylvie can get everyone's attention by singing Happy Birthday." Damiano said.

"Gre-"

"No." Sylvia declared.

But before anyone had the chance to stop her, she had spun around, confidently making her way out of the kitchen. "Haaa-ppy…"

"Okay, shit, we're going now, I guess." Thomas said, shuffling over to help Damiano lift the cake.

You rushed out after her. She was skipping her way across the floor, singing as she went. You started to sing as well, trying to impress upon Ethan that everything was going according to plan. Despite not being in on the plan, Cosmo and Marsha didn’t have to be told what was going on - they were singing as well. Victoria had pulled her phone out, recording Ethan as the presentation of the cake unfolded.

“Cake.” Marsha exclaimed as she climbed up to sit in Ethan’s lap.

“Happy birthday grandpa.” Thomas said and he ruffled Ethan’s hair once the cake was placed onto the table before him.

“Is this a giant ice-cream sandwich?” He asked, mouth agape and his eyes wide with genuine wonder that only he could tap into. There were times when he seemed equal to the kids on a level of how easily he could be amazed. This was due to him refusing to take anything for granted - he wanted to be delighted by life.

Damiano was smiling, practically glowing with pride as he crouched down next to Ethan’s chair. “Not just an ice-cream sandwich, babe. If you’ll remember for me- Australia, 2023 and we discovered the ice-cream sandwich you had been waiting your whole life to discover.”

Ethan looked about as shocked as he had upon you telling him you were pregnant, both times. “It’s a Golden Gaytime?” Damiano nodded, watching Ethan’s reactions as Marsha inched forward, aiming to start blowing out the candles. “Where did you find a Gaytime cake?”

“I made it for you, my love. Happy birthday.”

Ethan continued to be shocked almost-speechless. He just stared at Damiano, unable to believe what your boyfriend had created. Then Ethan grabbed Damiano to pull him in closer and cover his face in kisses, making Damiano laugh.

“Dada, Dada! You gotta blow- you gotta put the candles out. ‘Else your wish won’t come true.” Marsha insisted, tugging on Ethan’s arm to get his attention.

“It’s so many candles though, baby. I’m gonna need a lot of help. Sylvie, Mo-mo - can you please help us?”

Damiano had gotten to his feet, moving over to stand next to you. You instantly wrapped your arms around his waist, needing something to hug as this adorable moment brought threatening tears to your eyes. The two of you watched, independent and not needed for this moment as the three kids sat upon Ethan’s lap. You could just watch and admire, admire how this interaction could not get any closer to perfection than what it already was.

“We made that.” Damiano whispered to you as the four other members of your family noisily blew the candles flames out (Sylvia by far the most enthusiastic).

“You made the cake.” You said.

“I meant the family, sweet thing.” He corrected gently. “That’s ours, that fairytale that we somehow plucked out of the air and brought into reality.” You held him tighter, face buried into his shirt as Thomas helped Ethan begin to cut the cake up. “People can say whatever they want about traditional family values- I’d choose this every time, every second of every day in every timeline.

“I don’t know how we did it, but somehow, we have kids who are the perfect embodiment of our love. No one is luckier than us.”

“Shut up.” You said, your shoulders shaking as tears tracked down your cheeks. “God, you’re the worst. Why don’t you just show me Mufasa’s death scene while you’re at it?”

He cradled your face in his hands, wiping at your tears. “Sorry, I just got to thinking and- I’ll stop now. Can you forgive me?”

“To quote our daughter: no.”

He laughed, wrapping his arms securely around you again. You sniffled back any further tears that could be shed and looked over to the table again. Ethan instantly caught your eye, his brow furrowed in concern and he raised his hand- forefinger and thumb curled to form an O.

You nodded and lifted up one hand- your thumb, forefinger and pinky finger standing straight up, signing to him I love you. He smiled and blew you a kiss.

……….

“Mama, is your tummy really still mad at you?” Cosmo asked as he climbed up onto the bed where you and Damiano had been lying together.

You hadn’t been out of bed for long yet today. You had gotten up to check on the kids as Damiano got their breakfasts organised. But your stomach had curled, your throat filling with a sour taste, when he had tried to offer you a cup of coffee. You were tired (despite having just woken up) and you would have appreciated the caffeine to bring you back to life, but you feared what reaction this would set off in your tummy.

As you headed back to the bedroom, you had grabbed Ethan. Speaking quietly, you had asked if he could stop by a pharmacy during his walk with the twins, Victoria and Chili.

The five of them set off for a peaceful morning walk (Cosmo had a new video game that Thomas was teaching him how to play) while you laid out in bed, joined by Damiano. He had brought you a cup of ginger tea, which you had only taken a few tentative sips of. You rested your head on his chest, soothed by the warmth on your cheek, coupled with the rhythmic rise-and-fall and his hand stroking your hair.

Cosmo crawled closer, curiously peeking at you. You gave his cheek an affectionate pinch. “Yeah, honey. Too much birthday cake.”

“You need me to kiss your tummy better?”

“Papa’s already been trying that.”

“I can do better- I can do it better.” He said, leaning down to cover your stomach with noisily, slobbery kisses.

You rolled onto your back, giggling, helpless to push him off. He wasn’t interrupted until Ethan entered into the master bedroom, a plastic bag in hand.

“You got Mama’s medicine?” Cosmo asked.

“Sure did, buddy. Hey, Aunt Vicky said Chili still had some zoomies to get out after the walk- did you wanna go help her throw the ball around with him out back?”

“Okay.” Cosmo said, shuffling over and jumping down from the bed.

“And see if the girls wanna go with you, yeah?” Ethan said.

“Okay, Dad.” Cosmo said, disappearing out of the room and immediately shouting out the names of his little sisters.

“I didn’t get seven.” Ethan said as you got up, taking the bag from him.

“That’s alright.”

You went into the bathroom and pulled the plastic pregnancy test out of its box. You sighed as you lowered down your pants and underwear - you had a feeling that you already knew what the result would be, without needing to pee on the stick.

You made quick work of completing the test, making your way back into the bedroom to wait with your boyfriends. You put the test on the bedside table and Ethan set a timer on his phone.

You shut your eyes as you felt Damiano stroking your back. You couldn’t determine exactly when conception could have happened, there had simply been too many nights of passion during this work holiday. You were visited by memories of Ethan on top of you, your foreheads pressed together, sharing such intense eye-contact that you thought he could fuse his soul with yours. Nights of Damiano reducing you to begging as he called you that old nickname that could make your knees weak- avida.

You heard Ethan’s phone ring and you opened your eyes, looking over to where you had put the test. “Can you check for me?”

“Sure.”

Damiano placed a kiss onto your cheek and offered you a hand to squeeze. You looked at him and nodded, you were already thinking of the ways the house would have to be altered to ensure the comfort and the safety of a new baby.

“Pregnant.”

“Knew it.” You said and threw your arms into the air.

“Well I guess we made more than an album.”

Ethan groaned. “Your dad jokes get worse with every kid…”

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ykaaaras · 1 month

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ykaaaras masterlist

Works:

THE PREACHER * In process *

Damiane X Ethany (Damiano David x Ethan Torchio) Alternate Universe - Gender Changes * Currently working on *

Shame (Damiano David x my oc Daniela) * Currently working on *

*All of these works are multichapter, my mind can't generate short stories :,) *

Art:

Drawings of Damiano

My older art you can find HERE

The Shiver comics (Damiano David x my oc Daniela)

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writingmaneskin · 9 months

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Handwritten - An Ethan Torchio Story || Chapter Seven

Pairings: Ethan Torchio x OC Character

Summary: Words are magic and when one author pours their heart and soul into something, the Universe just…answers.

A/N: I think this is one of the fluffiest things I've ever written.

Fluff, mentions of smut 👀

Words: 3329

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Aurora hummed quietly while adding the finishing touches to the table as Ethan started serving the pasta.

“Thomas is thinking about settling with Tom.” Ethan blurted out, his friend’s words still clouding his mind. Thomas and Tom’s relationship was newer than his and Auri’s, yet Ethan knew Thomas well enough to know that he would not back out on this and he spoke his mind only because he was sure.

“I am really happy to hear this. Tom and Thomas deserve all the happiness in the world.” Auri said between bites.

“Yes, they do.”

Auri reached out and squeezed his hand gently.

“I am really happy to be here with you.”

“I am really happy too, cara.” Ethan wiped his mouth before kissing her very gently.

“Is it okay if I stay over tonight?” Ethan asked after they finished dinner.

“I was hoping you would.” Auri admitted.

Her words made him smile.

“I’m going to miss our time together when I am on the road.”

“I am going to miss you.” Auri looked at him.

“I’ll be back, you know that.”

“I know, but missing you will still be a thing when you are not here.” She went to him and pressed a kiss to his jaw.

“Would it be okay if I take something of yours with me on the road?” He held her and ran a hand through her hair.

“Of course, you can have whatever you want.” Auri smiled.

“Thank you, cara.” He kept holding her.

“I am going to need something of yours too, you know.”

“The shirts you already stole are insufficient?”

“I did not steal them! You left them here and I just sleep in them!”

Ethan chuckled.

“What is mine is yours. You didn’t steal them.” He raised his hands in surrender.

Auri was sure her heart skipped a few beats.

“What is mine is yours too.” She got on tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his lips.

Auri felt almost bubbly the next day, Ethan’s words playing over and over in her head.

“You’re all sunshine and rainbows.” Tom said by way of greeting.

“I am, last night was really lovely.” Auri kissed Tom’s cheek before going inside the cafe where they’d met to order a cappuccino and breakfast.

Tom followed her and ordered food and coffee for himself too before the two sat down outside, each lighting a cigarette.

“It’s really refreshing seeing you this lively and happy.” Tom spoke after a moment.

“Things are finally aligning and the heaviness is lifting, I almost can’t believe it at times.”

“You went through a lot, Auri. I think it’s a normal reaction to be disbelieving at times.”

“I think it is too.” Auri took a drag from the cigarette.

“So what is going on besides Ethan making you so happy?”

“Well, the apartment is feeling more and more homey with each day which is something I’ve longed for ever since I moved out on my own. My old place might have seen me grow up but it never felt like home. It felt just like an apartment, like a storage space. This place feels like home and I actually enjoy spending time there and having people over.”

“You have no idea how much relief your words bring.” Tom spoke softly.

Auri smiled.

“I signed up for a writing club and for a book club too, you know.”

“That does not mean that my early access to your works is revoked, I hope?”

“Of course you’ll still have access.”

“And the smut better not stop flowing. I am loving the book recommendations.”

Auri laughed at that.

“I am sure you are.”

“Did you make Ethan read your favourites yet?”

“No, not yet. Did you try those poses from your favourite with Thomas?”

Tom grinned.

“I never kiss and tell.”

The moments when Ethan could roam around Rome without being noticed were rare and few in between but he appreciated every single one of them. Those were fragments of old normalcy that he sometimes missed even though he was off the grid whenever they had time off and people usually respected his privacy.

But he had a mission - to get Auri’s gifts for their birthday and prepare a nice surprise. It was only one step of the plan, he was still to meet the twins to discuss the limits and the grandeur of the surprise that they would pull off.

“When can we meet?” It was a text from Tom, pulling him away from making the decision on which journal to get, and whether or not to get matching journals for himself and Auri.

“I should be done at the bookshop soon. Maybe give me half an hour? I can meet you in Trastevere?”

“YOU’RE IN A BOOKSHOP WITHOUT ME????” He could hear Tom’s disappointed tone.

Ethan replied with his live location.

“Was it that hard?” His focus was interrupted by Tom who walked up to him not even fifteen minutes later.

“What?” Ethan grinned and hugged his friend.

“Telling me that we are going book shopping to begin with!”

“Oh. No, I was just distracted. I want to get Auri everything but for everything to also be perfect.” He admitted shyly.

“May I look through what you’ve selected?” Tom smiled and looked in the basket that Ethan was holding. He saw a few titles that he knew Auri was planning to read, a lovely edition of one of her favourite romance novels and two beautiful journals, one lilac and one black.

“She will love the selection, you did well.” Tom praised.

“Thank you. I want to pick out some things for myself too and we can go grab a coffee after, if you’d like.”

“Yes, Eli should be finishing work soon and we can pick them up on the way to the cafe and just catch up.”

“That’s a good plan. So, how have you been doing?” Ethan looked at his friend for a moment, whose smile only widened while picking some of the same books that were chosen for Auri as their book tastes ran similarly.

“I am really happy. I was worried if moving back to Rome would be the right decision for me but I am glad I came back. Being closer to my parents and this new thing with Thomas, it’s really bringing me joy. And Eli and Auri both being here also adds so much joy to my life.”

“I was worried about you, you know?” Ethan admitted.

“Why?”

“Well, for a while you and Thomas were going back and forth but not really taking action, or so it seemed, and I worried that you’ll end up with your heart broken.” Ethan explained.

“That’s… that’s very kind of you.” Tom squeezed the drummer’s arm.

“I love Thomas but that doesn’t mean that you are not important to me too.” Ethan smiled in return.

“You’re important to me too, Eth and I can’t tell you how relieving it is for me to see you happy and with one of the most important people in my life.”

Ethan blushed at the mention of Auri.

“You’re so cute, really.” Tom teased.

“She is becoming a very important person in my life, you know?” Ethan admitted shyly, knowing that his words would stay with Tom until he was ready to talk to Auri.

“I can tell. Eli is very protective of Auri and so am I, but I feel like she is safe with you and you have brought her so much happiness that I can only thank you.”

“She has brought me joy too.”

“I can tell.”

Ethan inhaled deeply, looking at the now small pile of journals that he’d added to the book stack in his basket.

“I should stop.”

“No, you shouldn’t.” Tom joked.

“I really should.” Ethan chuckled.

The closer that time ticked to her birthday, the more unease she felt, and the more she wanted to shut off the parts of herself that she felt were too vulnerable.

Aurora’s phone lit up with yet another notification that was trying to pull her away from the world she had immersed herself in.

“I am taking you shopping.” She glimpsed Tom’s words and her focus went completely away as she picked up the phone.

“Why?”

“Since when do you need an explanation for shopping?”

“Is it book shopping?”

“No.”

“Then why are we going shopping?”

“Because your birthday is coming and we need to get you an outfit for the party.”

“Tom…”

“No arguments. Consider it my birthday gift.”

“Fine, when do you want to go?”

“Now? Unless you’re busy?”

She considered it for a moment, knowing that getting out of the house would be the wise decision but also not really feeling it.

“I have to get ready.”

“Just let me in, I’m outside.”

She pressed the button that opened the outside door and opened the door of the apartment.

“You really should give me a set of keys.” Tom said as a way of greeting.

“I really should, yes.” Auri hugged him tightly and held on for a moment.

“What’s wrong?” Tom held her even tighter when she wasn’t letting go.

“I am not sure, I think it might just be an off-day but thank you for coming when you did.”

“You are my best friend, and we are both getting used to being in the same city and it’s really nice to be able to see you and hug you whenever I want, you know?”

Auri nodded, a tear rolling down her face.

“I love my new life, I love the way it’s all coming together, but fuck I am overwhelmed.”

“I know, tesoro. I know. But you are doing so well.” He got a strand of hair away from her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“I don’t think I am capable of going shopping. Not right away.” Auri sniffled.

“That’s okay. Can I stay? I don’t want to leave you right now.”

“Please stay.”

The two moved to the sofa and Auri curled up, her head resting on Tom’s lap.

“You’re like a cat.”

Auri sniffled again.

“Is it the birthday blues hitting you hard, tesoro?”

“I think so. I talked in therapy about it and my therapist gave me useful advice but I am still overwhelmed. I mean, we are what - eight to ten people, just the closest circle? I am terrified.”

“You know that nothing bad will happen.”

“I know but the anxiety is making me spiral. It’s making me freeze and I need to start planning this so it doesn’t turn into a last minute shitshow.”

“Can I take something off your plate? Or just keep you company?”

Auri lifted her head and looked at her best friend.

“Will you?” Tears started coming back.

“Of course.”

“But I already refused earlier… I told Ethan that I want to plan it.”

“He will understand. As long as you’re okay, I am sure he will understand. Plus, he is really excited about celebrating you.”

“He is?”

“Yes. But I am not telling you more.”

Auri smiled a little.

“I am not going to push you but I think some shopping might cheer you up and we can go by the bookstore later.” Tom offered.

Auri looked at him.

“And get gelato?”

“And get gelato.”

She sat up slowly and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Of course, kid.”

Her phone buzzed with an incoming call when she was getting up.

“Hi sunshine.” She smiled, picking up Ethan’s call.

“Hi tesoro. How is the day going?”

“Mostly okay, I am about to go get ready to do some shopping with Tommy. How are rehearsals?”

“That’s why I am calling, rehearsals are going to be running late because some people overslept and we had a long lunch in the break.”

“Oh. Hopefully they won’t run too late.”

“I hope so too, but I am calling so you don’t worry.”

“Thank you, amo. Text me if anything changes, okay?”

“I will. Have the best time with Tommy and I’ll see you soon.”

“Good, have good rehearsals!”

She hung up and looked at Tom, not saying a word, just smiling.

“What?”

“I am falling more and more each day.”

“I know.”

Tom knocked on the bedroom door some minutes later, and saw Aurora sitting on the floor doing her makeup, already dressed.

“Just checking on you.”

“I am okay. Will you grab dinner with me?”

“It will be my pleasure. Eli and Angie are busy at the office, so it’s just you and me.”

“They can come next time.” Auri added the finishing touch of her makeup.

“You look beautiful.” Tom complimented. Auri was wearing a black dress with a small bag, her hair pinned out of her face and her makeup was simple but the red lipstick tied it all together.

“Thank you.” She smiled.

“Ready to go?”

“Yes, but let’s take a picture first.”

The two posed in front of the mirror in the corridor, Tom towering over Auri and looking very similar to her with his black pants and black bedazzled shirt, his black and blue hair slicked as well. The bedazzling of his shirt and gold elements and he wore his favourite green and gold bracelet.

“You look like Loki.” Auri giggled.

“I will take that as a compliment.”

“It is one.” She took a few pictures before sending one to Ethan and one to Eli and putting the phone away in her purse.

“I’m really glad we get to do this.” Tom took her hand as they walked outside.

“I’m really glad too. It finally feels like I can breathe, you know?”

Her words hurt his heart and he pulled her in for a hug in the middle of the sidewalk.

“Nothing bad will ever happen to you again.” He promised quietly, still holding her.

“We don’t know that.” Auri argued, swallowing away the tears that were threatening to ruin her makeup.

“Even if shit hits the fan, we’ll take care of you.”

“I know. I will take care of you too.” Auri promised in turn.

He kissed her forehead again before letting go.

“I know that three of you Kens are all lovey-dovey and honeymooning and everything but I really want you to get yourselves together so we can finish rehearsing and go home at a decent hour.” Vic insisted after Damiano fucked up the lyrics of one of their songs and stopped the whole song from frustration.

“Okay, Barbie.” Thomas chuckled.

“No cigarette breaks until we get at least three songs perfect.” Vic insisted.

“Now, that’s rude and uncalled for.” Thomas frowned.

“And no phones until the next cigarette break, Ethan.” Vic added, seeing that Ethan had already picked up his phone.

“Just one second!” He put his drumstick down and typed quickly “you look exquisite” before sending it and locking his phone again.

“We need to get our shit together.” Damiano also put his phone away.

“Yes, we do, otherwise we’ll end up sleeping here and you three will probably pine the night away.”

“Okay, then. Less talking, more playing.” Thomas clapped his hands.

“Watch him not make any mistakes now.” Damiano grinned as music started filling the room again.

It was almost midnight when they finished rehearsals. His hands were sore from playing and he was sweaty and tired.

“You look like you could use some sleep.” Damiano told his friend.

“I just want to figure out which house I am going to.”

“You’ll be so glad when you stop playing the game of going back and forth between the apartments.” Damiano patted Ethan’s shoulder.

“I know but it has to be the right time.”

“True.” Damiano lit a cigarette.

“I got you dinner and I can meet you at your apartment in a bit if you’d prefer to go home today.” Auri typed in the chat.

“Thank you, tesoro. I will meet you at my apartment, I’m leaving the studio now.” He typed back before looking at Damiano.

“Don’t you always go on about how home is where the heart is?” He teased his friend, lighting a cigarette of his own.

“I don’t always go on about it, but you know it’s right or you’ll figure it out soon enough.” Damiano winked.

“I think I am starting to see the meaning behind your words.” Ethan admitted, inhaling deeply.

“I can only be happy for you.” Damiano smiled.

“Thank you.”

Ethan got out of Damiano’s car not that long after, and sure enough, Auri was waiting outside.

“Did you wait long?” He kissed her very gently.

“No, Tom just dropped me off.” She smiled and hugged him with one arm, the other holding the bag with the food.

“Did you two have a nice day together?” He started unlocking the doors to his apartment.

“Yes, we did some shopping and had dinner and gelato, and then I realised that you’ll probably be hungry by the time rehearsals are over so we went to get a snack and get you some dinner, as well as dinner for Thomas and then you texted and Tommy drove me here before going to see his boyfriend.” Auri followed Ethan inside.

“You are saving me right now.” He kissed her again once they got into the apartment.

“I wouldn’t want you to starve.” She smiled and kissed him again and again.

“I missed you today and Vic bullied us because we were all distracted.”

“I missed you too. But I am glad we are together now.” Auri said as Ethan reached to get the bag of food and winced as his hand cramped. Auri noticed it immediately.

“Go and wash up, I’ll set the table and then I’ll take care of you.” She stole another kiss before going to the kitchen, and for a second he was stunned by her words, something warming in his chest before he did as they’d said.

Auri got the pasta she’d ordered for him plated and got two glasses with ice tea on the table for the two of them.

“Are you in a lot of pain?” She asked as soon as he got to the kitchen.

“No, it’s just a bit annoying. I’ll put on cream later and it should pass by the morning, don’t worry.”

She gave him a look that he knew meant of course, i’ll worry and smiled before sitting down.

“Thank you again for taking care of me.”

“It’s my pleasure.” Auri lit a cigarette.

“How did shopping go?” He asked between bites.

“We got some stuff, Tom wanted to get my birthday gifts even though I assured him twenty times that he didn’t need to get anything. So we bought clothes and books and it ended up being nice.”

“I am glad to hear it was nice.” He smiled and wiped his mouth on a napkin.

“Where is this cream you use?” Auri asked as he started cleaning up after himself.

“In my room, on the nightstand.”

“I’ll get it.”

“I need to shower first. Today was sweaty.”

“That’s hot.” Auri grinned.

“Want to join me? We could save on some water?”

“That sounds ideal actually.” She agreed.

Ethan could hear the noise out on the street, even though it wasn’t too loud. He knew that dawn neared with every passing minute and he didn’t regret staying up, despite the exhaustion, just to spend some time with Auri.

She had taken care of his hands and the rest of his upper body and he’d held her as she whispered about the ideas that were running through her head about stories that she needed to tell.

He carefully turned on his side and put his hand on her waist, gently enough not to wake her. “You're a dream I didn't know I had and a dream I hope I can keep around forever.” He said quietly before kissing her bare shoulder and slowly drifting off to sleep as well. He held her the entire night.

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brookecuzyes · 3 years

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three years of you. — cruel summer

Damiano David x GN!Musician!Reader

Main Masterlist — 3yrs Masterlist

Summary: three years is a lot of time to get to know someone. you can even learn the way that people think, but it isn’t always a good thing. (Part 2)

Word Count: ≈2.8k

Warnings: some cursing, mentions of a fetus on a plane.

A/N: I kind of made an AU here lmao. I’m incorporating the Julie and The Phantoms band from the show as the band Y/N is in. I didn’t feel like making OC’s when the main character isn’t even an OC. So… if your a JaTP fan, I hope your happy 😉😏

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Devastation— severe and overwhelming shock or grief.

Devastation— that’s what Damiano felt.

His partner of three years had left to go back to Los Angeles. You didn’t even say goodbye. You only left a note.

Damiano was severely overwhelmed with shock. Or was it grief?

Regardless, Damiano felt as if a knife struck through his heart. He cried. A lot.

He wanted to call you so badly. He just wanted to apologize for all of his wrongdoings. However, he couldn’t. You were on a fourteen-hour flight, you were probably asleep and your phone was probably on airplane mode.

He had to get to the studio. The band was still recording the album. He just felt like he couldn’t bring himself to do anything. But, the thing is, you couldn’t either.

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Victoria picked up on Damiano's behavior almost immediately. She saw how gloomy he was, but she couldn’t get it out of him— whatever it was. But, what she did know is that you and him were having troubles, so she messaged you.

Hey, is everything ok between you and Dami? she texted.

No.

What’s going on?

I’m going back home, Vic. The plane just landed.

Wait, you did what?

I’m getting off the plane, I’ll text you when I’m at Alex’s.

Alex was the drummer of the band. He was taller, blonde, and an absolute sweetheart. He was one of your closest friends— though, the entire band is like a family to you. Your band is called Julie and The Phantoms. It consisted of you and your friends: Alex, Julie, Luke, and Reginald— or Reggie. You guys have been together as a band since high school. You were the newer addition, joining a few months later after the band was formed.

You had texted Alex after the plane took off. He said he would pick you up from the airport, which you were glad to hear. But, you knew he’d ask why you got back so early. You were in Italy, for crying out loud— why would you want to go back home a few days before you needed to? You probably won’t be getting to his apartment for the next few hours, though, so you could reach out to her later in the day.

While she had the time on her hands, Victoria was going to try and pry the information out of him— just so she can get an idea of what’s going on.

“Dami,” she called out after he announced a small break for the band. “How are you?”

“Oh, I’m OK,” he replied, not making eye contact. He was messing around with some stuff that was just lying around, trying to organize it— something he does so he doesn’t stress out.

“How’s Y/N. You guys seemed pretty upset last night.” Damiano dropped the microphone that he was holding. Shit, he whispered under his breath. “Damiano? Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine…” Nothing’s fine, he thought to himself. He wanted to scream, cry. He wanted to just stop everything that he was doing and try to find you, make things right when he knew he couldn’t. However, Victoria’s prying wasn’t doing him any good.

“Here let me help, you seem stressed,” she said, bending down to help him with all of his stuff.

“No! No, I don’t need your help, Vic,” he responded, raising his voice. “Please, just… leave me alone? Ok?” He put the microphone on the table and grabbed his papers, walking out of the studio to who knows where. As he was leaving, Ethan and Thomas walked back in, Damiano pushing past them as he walked by.

“Was he crying?” Asked Thomas.

“He was?” Victoria asked.

“Yeah, what happened,” joined Ethan.

“It’s Y/N… but I’m not sure what happened.”

“Are they ok?” Thomas asked, concern filling his voice.

“No, they’ve been arguing lately. But, I don’t want to say what, it’s really not my business to share.” The guys frowned slightly.

“Maybe they broke up?”

“Thomas, they didn’t-“ Ethan started, but stopped once he heard the door open. Everyone turned around to see Damiano standing at the door.

“Hey, is everything alright?” He asked, confused as to why Ethan was about to go off on Thomas.

“Y-yeah, everything is fine. Thomas was just being annoying,” Ethan tried explaining.

“Hey, how’s Y/N?” Thomas asked, causing Victoria to smack his arm. Damiano’s eyes saddened. He looked at Victoria and sighed.

“Vic, can we talk?” He asked, walking out of the doorway. She gave him a small yeah and walked out of the room, following Damiano into the hallway.

“Is everything ok, Damiano?”

“No. She left.” And her heart dropped to her feet.

“Oh.” Victoria already knew, but she didn’t know how to respond.

“Yeah, she went back to LA. Said something about the band.”

“Did she talk to you?” Damiano just looked at her, reaching into his jacket pocket to reveal a paper. Your paper. He handed it to Victoria and she unfolded it, reading it intently.

“Oh, my god…” she whispered, looking up at Damiano. When she finished reading it, she handed it back to him. He slowly put it back. “What are you going to do?”

“Nothing.” He replied blatantly, making Victoria’s expression change completely.

“What do you mean, ‘nothing’?” She asked. Damiano shrugged.

“She doesn’t like me right now. I messed up, Vic. I want to give her space.” Tried explaining.

“Ok, then, next time, don’t say, ‘nothing.’ Makes it sound like you don’t care.” He nodded. “But, eventually, you are gonna do something, right?”

“I mean, yeah, I guess.”

“Damiano David, that is a yes or no question, you cannot answer with a, ‘maybe’.” Victoria said sternly. “Don’t you still want her.”

“What if I don’t?”

“Wait, you don’t want her anymore?” Damiano opened his mouth to speak, but Victoria’s phone started ringing. She pulled it out of her back jeans pocket and looked at the contact. It was you.

“Uh, I’m sorry, my mother is calling. Give me a minute,” she lied, walking to the exit of the building at the end of the hallway. When she reached the outside, she pressed the call button, putting the phone to her ear.

“Vic, I can talk now.”

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The flight home was treacherous. You absolutely hated it. There was a couple and their baby sitting next to you. Well, the mother was sitting next to you, the father sat in the next row over to be closer.. You wanted to try and sleep since you hadn’t been getting good sleep lately. Now, you’re just going to have to work with jet lag— which was kind of going to happen since this is a fourteen hour flight. It’s OK, though. At least the baby was cute.

While you were getting off of the plane, Victoria texted you, asking about you and Damiano. You gave her vague details— kept it short and sweet, even though you felt very short-tempered and bitter. You walked around the airport, trying to find the luggage claim when you see Alex standing around. You smile and walk up to him, calling his name out so you don’t scare him. He turned his head and was met with a very sleep-deprived person. He smiled at you, so he started walking closer and held his arms out. You practically fell into his arms, needing the hug so greatly. You two stayed like that for a while before he pulled away to look at you.

“You okay?” He asked, putting his hand on your face.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just need to sleep. There was a baby sitting next to me.” Alex chuckled slightly.

“Gimme your bag, I’ll carry them,” he said, going behind you to start taking it off but you moved away.

“No, it’s fine, I can carry it.”

“No, you’re about to pass out. Relax, Y/N.”

“Exactly, this is the only thing keeping me up. You can help me carry the other bags. Those are heavier than my backpack.” You said, started to walk off. Alex followed, putting an arm around your shoulders.

“Ok, you can carry it.”

Baggage claim took awhile since you had quite a few bags. You still left some stuff at Damiano’s house because you were in a rush, but you did grab the essentials. Alex grabbed two of your bags and you got one, excluding the backpack. He led you outside to where he parked his car and opened the door for you.

“Such a gentleman,” you teased him. You got in and he closed the door once he saw all of your legs in. You sighed, relieved that life would start becoming somewhat normal again. Alex was putting all of the bags into the trunk of his car. You took the few seconds you had to yourself to just try to relax.

It was about a thirty minute car ride to get to Alex’s apartment. You would be staying with him for at least tonight, then you’d go back to your house later on— sometime before the group hangout. Ten minutes into the ride, nothing much had been said, until Alex started asking all of his questions.

“So… Do you want to talk about what happened?”

“I guess. I just don’t know where to start.”

“At the beginning. When did everything start going downhill?”

“When he started talking to another girl,” you responded nonchalantly. Alex took a second to process what the hell you just said.

“He did what?”

“Her name’s Giorgia. I looked her up, she’s a model. And gorgeous.”

“Hey,” he said, grabbing your hand, “you are, too.”

“I’m not insecure, just upset. Alex, he told me that he wasn’t coming home at decent times and why he was being distant— he said he was talking to her instead.” Your voice broke at the end. The car went quiet for a few minutes.

“Is there anything that I can do?” Alex asked.

“No, I don’t think so.” Silence fell once again, and it stayed that way for a while. At some point, Alex turned on the radio, but kept the volume down. It was just for some background noise, which you had come to the conclusion that it helped him focus better. He almost always had music on if it was quiet, or if he was alone. You weren’t paying attention to the music now, though. You were too focused on why Damiano would betray you like that.

You got to Alex’s house in what felt like two seconds. When you got there, his boyfriend, William, was on the couch on his laptop— working, probably. He was a dancer for this company he had been with since everyone was in high school. He seemed to enjoy it, though the company owner always seemed a little sketchy.

“Hi, Willie!” You greeted. He got up from the couch to give you a hug.

“Hey, Y/N, how are you?”

“Eh, I’ve been OK. How are you?”

“I’m good. Sore. Caleb’s preparing us for this insane dance comp. and it’s definitely testing my limits.” You from both laughed, when you heard the door open. Alex had two of your suitcases in his hands.

“Oh, shit, I should help. I’m sorry,” you said, making your way to the door.

“It’s OK, I can get it,” Alex responded, moving the suitcases into the living room.

“No, really. I’ll be right back.” You went outside to the car to grab your other suitcases. You checked the front of the car to see if you left anything, and saw that you left your phone in there.

Victoria, I need to call her, you thought. You put your phone in your pocket and grabbed your bags, heading back inside.

“Here let me show you where you’re sleeping tonight,” William said, gesturing you to follow him. Alex got the other two suitcases behind you and lugged them to the room. William showed you to a nice guest bedroom. “This is where you’ll stay. Hopefully you have everything you might need. If not, just ask us.”

“This is great! Thanks, guys,” you thanked.

“Of course!”

“I’m gonna go outside for a second, I need to call Victoria.” You announced, following the guys out of the room. You walked over to the front door, and walked out of the house. You pulled out your phone and opened up Victoria’s contact and pressed the call button. It rang a few times before she picked up.

“Vic, I can talk now.”

“Hey, how was the flight?” she asked.

“It was fine. I couldn’t sleep, though,” you replied, recalling the baby on the plane.

“Damiano showed me the letter.”

“Did you talk to him?”

“Yeah, he was just telling me everything. He’s not doing okay.”

“Me neither. And if he wasn’t feeling okay, he should’ve told me months ago.”

“I know. I know.”

“Victoria, I don’t know what to do,” your voice started cracking. “I’m not crazy, right? For leaving?”

“No, no, you’re not crazy. You just need some time to process things. Once you’ve gotten to that point, you can sit down with Dami and have a grown-up conversation with him— if that’s what you guys want to do.” Victoria suggested.

“That’s what I’ve been wanting to do. He’d rather have a grown-up conversation with this other girl than he would with me.” You heard whispering on the other end of the phone and Victoria yelling.

“Thomas, stai zitto! I’m on a call.”

“Oh, is everyone there?”

“Yeah. Thomas is. He’s being annoying.”

“I wanna say hi!”

“Ok. Thomas, she wants to say hi.”

“Hi, Y/N!” You heard Thomas say. You could practically hear him smiling through the phone. You loved how excited he could get.

“Hi, Thomas! How are you?”

“I’m great! Vic said that you went back home. Is everything alright?”

“Oh, yeah… it’s fine. Some stuff just came up. Plus, the band is about to start recording a new album, so I needed to be here anyway.”

“Ok. Well, we need to get back to the studio. Do you want to talk to Dami?”

You went silent for a few seconds, not sure of how to respond. “No, I actually need to get back to what I’m doing.”

“Oh, ok. Have fun in LA.” Thomas said.

“Have fun in Italy, Thomas.” You responded with a giggle.

“Bye, Y/N!” Victoria and Thomas said at the same time, which caused them to start laughing. You followed along with the laughing.

“Bye, you guys. Vic, I’ll probably end up talking to you later.”

“Ok, get some sleep, babe. You need it.”

“Absolutely! Bye.” You ended the call. You stayed outside for a few extra seconds, taking in that Los Angeles air that you had been away from for the whole summer. Over four months spent with the love of your life. Or, you know, whatever you would call him now. Oh, maybe, over four months spent with that bad boy, that traitor that you called your partner for three years.

Maybe you could get that opportunity to talk to him. Maybe you could have a grown-up conversation. What if this is just a big misunderstanding? If only…

——

“Dami?”

His head shot around.

“Is everything okay? You’ve been out here for a while. We tried calling you. We have to get back inside,” Thomas explained, walking closer but keeping distance if that’s what Damiano wanted.

“Oh, sorry, I was thinking. I’ll be right there.”

“Ok.” Thomas, knowing he wasn’t going to get anything else out of him, walked back inside and made his way to the studio.

To be more accurate, Damiano was lost in his thoughts. All he could think about was how badly he fucked up. You were everything he ever needed, and everything he could ever want. But, so is Giorgia. Giorgia was everything and more. She was gorgeous, and kind, and just an amazing person in general— in every way possible. There was always something missing with you to Damiano, but Giorgia filled in those blanks.

Maybe this was fine. Maybe what he did wasn’t bad. Maybe someday you could understand that. But why couldn’t he just be with you if Giorgia is the same? What if he tried again? What if he told the truth to begin with? What he didn’t do anything to begin with? If only…

…you felt that way to me. Maybe then we could be lovers again.

What a way to spend a summer.

“God,” you whispered to yourself. “What a cruel summer this has been.” A tear rolled down your cheek. You wanted to cry your soul out, but you wanted to wait until you were back at your house, alone.

A tear rolled off of Damiano’s cheek. He wanted to cry and scream, but couldn’t until he was at home, alone because you wouldn’t be there anymore.

“This isn’t right,” he whispered to himself in despair. “Oh, God, I fucked up.”

———————————————————————-8/25/21

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