#damiano david x musician!reader

[reysdriver]

Rockstar!Sirius

headcanons of Sirius as a rockstar/musician — rockstar!sirius x fem!reader

warnings: some sexual headcanons so minors dni cus it's not for you

words: 0.4k

a/n: I will be writing more of this AU, I just realized I hadn't done anything for rockstar!sirius so I had to do some quick hcs

- The band is The Marauders of course (I've said this for every rockstar headcanon list so far lol)

- Sirius is 100% the lead singer; he loves being the center of attention and this is the best way for him to get that

- He does play some instruments like guitar or keyboards if the band needs, but his main role is vocals

- Glam rock aesthetic, like he LOVES the makeup, the jewelry, the flashy outfits, everything 

- I could see him in a classic rock 'n' roll look, but for the band's peak, he's wearing those platform boots and glittery clothes

- Remus writes most of the songs for the band, but Sirius writes some too

- And most (if not all) of the songs he writes are about you, and I'd say about half of them are sexual

- Insists that you're his 'muse', says he can't be a star without you there

- So he'll bring you on all the band's tours, and dedicates every concert to you because 'without you, I'd be nothing'

- You'll even have your own little something in the band's contracts (like your favourite candy in the dressing rooms or just anything like that) because Sirius insists you be treated like part of the band

- And speaking of 'part of the band', he takes you on shopping sprees to buy matching outfits with him so that the entire world knows who you are because he just wants to show you off in the best clothes his rockstar money can buy

- Wants you to star in the band's music videos and be on their album art

- The entire fanbase knows about you (how could they not? do you really expect Sirius to keep you a secret) and they love you 

- He will talk about you in every interview he does

- I picture him super tattooed (like he was after azkaban but like in a good way)

- Honestly just rockstar!sirius is Damiano David like literally same exact person

- If it's modern, he'll post pictures on social media like Jennifer Lopez using Ben Affleck's cropped nudes for a father's day pic

- Or like post-sex selfies like his smug face after eating you out that you equally find so embarrassing and flattering 

- And when you tell him (only partially seriously) to keep those pictures private, he just teases and says 'how else will the world know how much I love you if I don't show them?'

[brookecuzyes]

three years of you. — good 4 u.

Damiano David x GN!Musician!Reader

Main Masterlist — 3yrs Masterlist

Summary: it wasn’t alright, but it was great to be able to find the good in the situation.

Word Count: ≈1.4k

Warnings: angst

A/N: this is short as hell, but i promise that it’ll get better lmaoo

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Just keep going. You have no reason to feel bad.

The crowd was invested. They were into it. They wanted to know the whole story.

You made it a whole story, and it was beautiful.

Not to him, though. He felt… guilty.

“Well, you should, because you fucked this up!”

——

One Month Later…

“And it’s done!”

After a month of trying to get the music just right and recording the same song over and over again, the first song was finally finished. The band and you had just listened to the song entirely— without stopping it to fix something, and it was absolute perfection. As soon as the song was over, Luke started cheering. Julie laughed at his enthusiastic antics.

“That was a nice run, guys. I cannot wait to finish the next song,” Flynn said, summoning her inner manager.

The band decided to take a break for the rest of the day, as a celebration for finishing the next song. However, they wouldn’t actually be celebrating. They were going home to get sleep, since their sleep schedule was bound to change over the upcoming months. When you got home, the first thing you did was take a warm shower to relax. After that, you went straight to your room, not wanting to leave for the rest of the day.

You turned on a show, though it ended up serving as background noise. You got an idea for that tune you came up with. The main problem you had writing it was that you had absolutely no inspiration for the song.

As you were writing down the music, you got a notification on your phone. You put down your pencil and picked up your phone. Someone tagged you in a photo. Assuming it was probably one of the band members, you opened the notification. You saw the comments before you saw the photo. People (fans) were tagging you in the post left and right.

Why the hell…

You realized why once you saw the photo and its caption.

Måneskin’s Damiano David was seen with a new girl last night, which is raising questions over his and singer Y/N Y/L/N relationship status as of late.

You had to re-read the caption twice. He’s already with someone new? You looked at the picture, and it was Damiano out with another girl.

Wait, why do you look familiar? You went online and searched up anything that could be related to this girl and Måneskin. It took a minute, but you found out that this girl was the same one Damiano had been talking about, Giorgia. And you must’ve forgotten her name, because you recognized her immediately. You liked some of her work, but hated that your opinion was bound to change about her over a boy.

“I can’t believe it,” you whispered to yourself. “Couldn’t wait, could ya?”

You knew it would be stupid to read the article attached… but it was so tempting. What would be the harm in it?

So, you clicked on the link and read the article. Two weeks after you left Italy, Damiano was spotted with his new girl— and you remembered her name: Giorgia— walking the streets side-by-side, laughing and smiling. You looked at the date the photos were taken; almost exactly two weeks after you left, give or take.

To save yourself from going insane, you closed out the apps, and turned off your phone. You lay down on the bed, and just stare at the ceiling, unsure of what to do next. Not like there’s much I could do…

Or, maybe…

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“That’s a wrap!”

The band cheered. Months of hard work, and they finally finished the album. Hugs went around, along with smiles and laughter.

“Hey, now you can actually go to sleep now,” Thomas joked to Damiano, patting his back.

“Yeah, yeah,” he replied.

“As much as I want to celebrate this, I think that we all need to get some rest first. We’ll plan something for the weekend?” Victoria suggested, grabbing her phone from the couch in the studio.

“I think that’s a great idea,” Ethan said.

“Ok, now, everyone, go home! Get some sleep. Especially you Dami,” Victoria said, practically pushing everyone out of the studio.

Once everyone got outside and people were heading to their vehicles, Damiano walked over to Victoria.

“Hey, Vic,” Damiano said, walking up to her.

“Dami.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” she said, closing the door of her car.

“Do you know why everyone kept telling me to get sleep?” He asked, crossing his arms.

“Well, you work very hard, especially on this project. Plus, with everything that’s going on right now, you deserve to take a break,” Victoria explained.

“So, this is about Y/N and I?”

“Never said it was.” Damiano stared at her for a second before talking again.

“There’s pictures.”

“Of…?” Victoria questioned, not following where he was going.

“Giorgia and I.”

“Ok. Are you worried that Y/N will see them?”

“If they haven’t seen them yet. Wouldn’t be surprised; with social media, and all.” Damiano looked at his feet.

“Don’t let it get to you. It’ll all work out okay.”

“I would’ve figured that you’d be on Y/N’s side?”

“Not necessarily. I don’t want to ‘choose sides’, but you’re both my friends. I want to help you both, but I don’t want to get in the middle of it.”

“That’s understandable.”

“Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going home now. I haven’t seen Chili all day, and she’s probably hungry. Goodbye, Dami. Have a great rest of your day.” Victoria got in her car and shut the door. Damiano started walking back towards his car.

Once he got in, he sat there for a minute, thinking over everything. He took out his phone and opened up Twitter, scrolling for a second before going back to what he wanted to do. He searched up your name. A lot popped up, but he came across some articles over you and him. He clicked on one, and started reading it. It was talking about a lot of things, but specifically your relationship status. Then, there was him and Giorgia, and the pictures.

“Shit. Y/N’s gonna know,” he whispered to himself. He went back to Twitter and saw a lot more; Damiano stopped liking Y/N’s photos. Y/N left Italy, and is back in LA. Y/N is with the band, Julie and The Phantoms. Are they recording a new album? Damiano was seen with model Giorgia Soleri, and hasn’t been seen with Y/N for weeks.

Honestly, the shit that people talked about had no relevance to their lives, it only invaded his and yours. It made him feel bad, because he knows how much you value your privacy. He couldn’t DM you since you blocked him, and wasn’t sure about texting you directly. He wanted to apologize but didn’t want to make you mad.

All of a sudden, his phone started ringing. It was Giorgia. Fuck, he whispered. He hesitated to answer. Should I, should I not? He took a deep breath, and sighed.

“Hey, babe.”

——

“Oh.” Alex’s reaction wasn’t exactly what you wanted it to be. “That- that… I’m sorry, that must really suck.” You nodded, but then took a step back from where he was sitting in disbelief.

“You already knew, didn’t you?” You asked softly.

“I-I did. I just didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to see you hurt,” he replied.

“Well, the jokes on you Mercer, this is actually great!”

Confused out of his mind, he asked, “How is any of that great?”

You walked over to his table and got your notebook out of the bag you brought. “Remember that tune I came up with a few months back?” You asked.

“Yeah, the one you couldn’t finish because nothing was coming to you?” You hummed in response. You walked closer to where Alex was, flipping pages to find your spot. Once you found it, you gave the notebook for Alex to look at it.

“I think I’ve got something,” you said, watching as he read the music.

“Wow, Y/N, this could be really good. You should record it,” Alex complimented, handing the notebook back to you when he finished.

“I will, I’m just gonna wait until we’re done with the album.”

“Why not now?”

“Because I’ll need your help. Alex, I can play the guitar, piano, and I can sing, but I need drums too. So… what do you say? I’ll get the others to jump on this, if they want.”

“I would absolutely love to!” He responded, excitedly.

“Great! Now, do you want to help me with the lyrics?”

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14. "i am in love with a moment we never had"

damiano david x fem!reader

words| +-2400

warnings| fluff, mention of cigarettes

author’s note| well…sorry, it took me to long. and maybe i`m back to writting and maybe i`m not. anyway, i hope you enjoy this one. 2400 words (actually 2399), it`s kinda my new record. I hope it turned out well because it was difficult to write about Damiano. and thanks @writingmaneskin for help, luv u❣

Your hands grip the blanket tighter. gaze is fixed on Damiano's back as he messing with the door

"maybe they changed the lock?"

"nope, who cares? just ... just give me a minute. or do you wanna try it yourself?" a snide grin forms on his soft lips when the singer turns around to look at you. you shake your head and the corners of lips rise. you always smile if he smiles.

You have been doing this since childhood. There is a building not far from the school you studied in, and if you try, you can sneak to the roof. This is exactly what Damiano is doing now - torturing the old lock, trying to open it. It seems comical to you, like an adult guy, a world rockstar and an idol of millions, quietly muttering curses under his breath, trying to unlock a rusty door in an old five-story building. This is the roof he showed you the very first day you met.

Some school idiots bullied you and this dark-haired boy was the only one who stood up for you. You were all in tears and he promised that he would show you something beautiful. and so it was. from this roof you could see the football stadium and the school itself, you could see your house, and his too, from here you could see almost all of your district and it was as beautiful view as he promised. Damiano ran away from the whole world to be here by himself. and he shared this place with you. since then it has become your little utopia in the open air.

a disgusting creak pierced the room and the heavy door opened to the sound of the musician's glee.

"signorina, you`re welcome" he stretches out hand in front of him, inviting you to go first while he is still trying to suppress the grin "in vain you didn't believe in me"

"nonsense and provocation! I always believed in you, so don't slander me" you glare at him and go outside. the warm evening breeze meets your face and tangles in your hair. you missed this feeling of a certain…freedom. here you could take off all the masks and just be yourself. talk about anything without fear of being overheard or misunderstood. no wonder this was your place, your little bubble of paradise. You lay an old plaid blanket, as always, near the very edge.

you have been doing this since childhood - you came here in order to be alone without any other people besides the two of you. at first just to do homework and chat. you took the biggest books out of your backpacks - the English ones - and used to sit on them and not on the cold concrete. Mom scolded you for the terrible state of this book, so after a while you began to carry a small plaid blanket.

Damiano always had problems at school and you couldn't stand aside, that's why you helped him with math here. later you ran away from school to skip lessons and mathematics was replaced by algebra and geometry. after a couple of years you were hiding here to smoke. Even now, every time you initiate a smoke break, Damiano parody you, remembering your first acquaintance with nicotine. "Ew! what is the point of poisoning yourself with this shit? it`s not even tasty …" he repeats your words, making a grimace and talking in high voice. His algebra and geometry notebooks were replaced by a battered notepad containing a lot of tilted handwriting. he wrote his first lyrics sitting on this cold roof. the world hear a very little of this writing, but you knew every single word by heart.

You remember how you burned exercise books here when you graduated from school. you were sure that this building would burn to hell and you would be jailed for it. Damiano, on the contrary, was sure that if you wouldn`t burn everything at once, but little by little, everything would be all right, and no one would notice. he was right.

You both have changed since then. Damiano become much calmer and … homelike or something. In the past, he still preferred small groups to large gatherings of people. But now he would choose to spend the day at home with the cats and a cup of chamomile tea instead of a party, even with close friends. His inner child broke out sometimes, but he learned to pacify him, enjoying the peace and quiet in between world fame. On the contrary, you become much more open and energetic compared to your school years. If you burned exercise books today, the singer would mutter that you will be imprisoned, and you would beg him to relax. A lot has changed since he first showed you the view you`re enjoying now, sitting so close to him on a warm blanket. sometimes you told each other about people who come and go from your lives. but still there are things that have remained unchanged. you two have remained, something constant in each other's lives. and you were so afraid to spoil it so some things had to be silent so them became unsaid.

you rummage in the pocket of a cardigan his granny knitted as a present on your previous birthday, and you take out a crumpled pack, handing him a cigarette

"Ew!" Damiano raises his voice and makes your roll eyes, push his shoulder as he chokes with laughter but continues to grimace "what is the point of poisoning yourself with this shit? it`s not even tasty"

"oh shut up" the roof of the old building fills with your laughter.

he takes a cigarette, accidentally touching your fingers with his. such a seemingly innocent act that gives you goosebumps. oh…these unsaid things. they have been devouring you from the inside for not the first and even the second year. you won't even remember when you fell in love with him. it happened as something natural that you didn’t even notice until you bogged down in it. almost every time you two sat on this roof and enjoyed the beauty of Rome, you enjoyed his beauty. As he talked about how he with Vic, Ethan and Thomas rehearsed, thoughts crept into your head. thoughts you adored and at the same time thoughts you wanted to throw out your head. thoughts about his lips. what do they taste like, and whether they are as soft as they seem, and how romantic it would be to kiss in this particular place, yours place with such a beautiful view of the city. with every year this picture invaded your thoughts more and more often and it was more and more difficult to remove them. how can you not fall in love with him when he is so… so Damiano, just the way he is. you don't even know what exactly you love about him. he is beautiful, even gorgeous, as if Michelangelo sculpted his Roman nose from the most expensive marble that could be found. He is damn charismatic and no one can hide it no matter how hard they try. and his voice … you listen to his songs in the shittest moments of your life and it calms you down. as if he is near, even if he isn`t, you feel his warm embrace on you. sometimes you thought you were the same as a bunch of his fans, but your fell in love with him much earlier, than his beautiful face appeared on the TV screen. and you knew him all, all his flaws, complexes and worries. and you loved them. you loved him.

"Y/n, are you okay?" his voice rips you out of thoughts, making your eyelashes flutter. Damiano sits extremely close and your shoulders almost touch. he has already lit up his cigarette. all the time you were flying somewhere in the dreams, your eyes were fixed on him, memorizing every facial feature that you already knew.

"yeah, I … I was just thinking" you are denying it, but it’s true, you’re really thinking about … him. a modest smile appears on lips, cheeks turn soft pink and the singer, of course, notices this, the corners of his lips curl upward.

"it's okay Dami, it's just hot in here" he watches as you place a cigarette between your lips and begin to pull the knitted fabric off your fragile shoulders to somehow justify your blush. he arches thick eyebrows in question, as if knowing that you are lying and hurrying to stop you. his warm palm with tattoos on fingers finds yours.

"it`s not true, you will freeze … what is going on, Y/n? you aren`t yourself today" his voice abruptly became quiet. he always does that. it's a kind of habit he has had for as long as you know him. he always almost whisper about personal things. "Please, mio caro, don't say that everything is fine. We promised not to lie to each other, remember?" he points somewhere to the side.

you shake your head in denial, everything is really allright, everything is as it always was. you look down at hands, which nervously fiddle with the edge of the blanket. you twist the threads that have been pulled out, trying to give them a proper look, but it only gets worse.

you really promised not to lie to each other. You were just kids, you were about 10 years old. you thought that there is no good lie. and that there is nothing in this world that could destroy your friendship. the next day he brought a can of paint here. you had no idea where he found it. but Damiano argued that you need to make the contract official, that it would be the right thing to do. it's amazing how this paint hasn't been washed off by rain for more than 10 years, but in the very corner of the roof you can read two completely different children's handwritings, saying that "I swear to never lie to my best friend Y/n" and "I swear to never lie to my best friend Damiano" below. you were such naive children.

"okay, Y/n, I see that you have head in the clouds every time we are here. you always become sad and silent if we are on this fucking roof but you never tell me what is the matter" if any of you looks sad and offended now, so this is him. and his condition breaks your heart. How long can you break an oath and lie to your best friend? especially considering that it eats you from the inside. how selfish is that? throw all the truth out on him like this. the truth after which you can stop communicating at all.

your gaze meets his. chocolate-colored eyes radiate something that was always there, but you could never understand what it was. you can't help but glance down to his lips for a second and immediately screw up your eyes, covering face with hands and shaking your head, making hair even more tangled in the wind. a romantic picture pops up in mind again.

his large palm gently grips your wrist, in a silent plea to look at him again. this skin-to-skin contact effects on you like a jolt of electricity. you take hands off your face and babble quickly while your gaze focused on the school building.

"i`m in love with a moment we never had"

Damiano shifts to face you. He frowns and examines your face for at least the smallest clue. You look away from the colored building to admire his worried face, and he understands. He read you like an open book, as if he know what`s going on in your head. He literally reads it in your gaze. And his eyebrows rise in surprise mixed with something else. You stare at his face, enjoying the sharp features like for the last time. How badly did you just fucked up by telling him that? maybe this is really the last time you two sit here.

His warm palm finds your cheek in such an uncharacteristic indecisive action. when he looked into your eyes, it seemed that he was covered by a wave of the sea, which washes away all his confidence, he used to show in public. There's a real storm going on in his head. How long have you felt this? And do you really feel it at all? Did he understand you right? What if he`s not? What if he is going to make a mistake and lose you? What if…Fuck it. His lips on yours and your eyes widen with surprise.

Damiano pulls back as his lungs begin to beg for a breath of air. he's still so close to you, his breath still tickling your skin, his lips still touching yours. he, just like you, needs time to realize what has just happened, to believe that all this is reality, but not fantasies, and to understand what kind of blind idiots you two are.

Everything inside Damiano turns upside down when you freeze in place, did he really get it all wrong? He wants to pull away, start apologizing, try to figure out how to justify his action, but you kiss him back. His lips taste better than you imagined, they are softer, you can feel tobacco from smoked cigarettes and menthol and…him. Lips moving against each other, gently, as if each of you could disappear if you do something wrong. Both of you`re taking your time, enjoying each other.

He takes responsibility and runs his tongue over your lower lip, immediately receiving a reaction from you, seeps inside. He can feel a smile on your face. You gently hide hands in his silk hair, pulling him towards and he follows you, snuggling closer and forcing you to lie on the plaid blanket, towering over you. His lips don`t leave yours, moving in sync. Each of you is trying to say what you feel without words, shouting about the unsaid; intertwining your tongues.

One strand of dark hair falls on his forehead, hiding his chocolate eyes and you rush to remove it while Damiano whispers "you are in love with the moment we have and which we can repeat anytime you want for the rest of our days"

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[literallymitch]

“𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 || 𝐃.𝐃

requested: no

summary: second part of the reputation series in which the reader looses her good reputation

pairing: Damiano David x Famous!Reader

word count: 2.7k

what kind of content: fluff, like the fluff that makes you want to have relationship

warnings: some swearing

part 1

“International Superstar Y/n Y/ln, the biggest snake the industry has ever seen?”

“Success through deceit”

“Does everybody's darling Y/n even deserve her success?”

“The only thing Y/n Y/l/n is good in, is playing the victim”

These are only a few of the mean headlines, tweets and comments I had to read about myself the last three days. It all started when I decided to leave me record label for a new one, since it just didn’t work out anymore. They wanted me to stick to one genre, while I wanted to explore other directions. I didn’t want any bad blood between them and me. It wasn’t something personal, I just wanted to make the music I wanted to make.

I couldn’t have known that they would start spreading lies about me. That I was rude and horrible to work with. That my songs only were on top of the charts, because I bought my way to the top. That they kicked me out because I terrorized everyone around me and that two of the people I worked with, had to go to therapy because of me.

Even some of my musician “friends” that were under the same label, say I’m a horrible person and bring everyone around me down because I’m “better” than them. I apparently also got involved with some of their boyfriends. I never heard such bullshit about myself before. Of course people who actually know me and most of my fans, know that these are all lies, but for the rest of the world, I was dead or “cancelled” as you would say today.

“This is a catastrophe!” I said looking at the things that trended on Twitter. #Y/nY/l/nIsOverParty was nuber one.

“Don’t look at that!” my best friend said and took the phone out of my hands.

“My carrier is ruined Y/b/n! There is no way I can come back from that. No one believes me! I can’t believe they threw me under the bus like that, just because I wanted to change up my music a bit.” tears were running down my cheeks now.

“Oh honey, don’t cry, it’s gonna be alright. Your fans stand behind you, and we do too.”

I knew they would, but that didn’t change the fact that billions of people hated me now, for things I didn’t even do. I planned so much for the future and was so excited to work on new music, and now I had to look at tweets that said I wouldn’t sell out one stadium ever again.

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Later that day I sat in my bed, watching some show, trying to get my mind of everything. I still tried to process all things that were said about me the last week. All the fake “receipts” that were posted by my so-called “friends”.

Dive bar on the East Side, where you at? Phone lights up my nightstand in the black Come here; you can meet me in the back

I saw my phone light up on my nightstand. Somebody was calling me. Annoyed, I stopped the show and grabbed it, thinking it was my new manager telling me that another company wanted to stop working with me. My eyes widened when I saw who was actually calling me. Damiano.

“Hey, I didn’t think you would call.” I answered the phone.

“Why? Because of those horrible rumors? You should know that I couldn’t care less about what the media said. I actually wanted to call you three days ago, to check in on you, but my manager said ‘no phones till the album is done’. I was actually calling because I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come to the dive bar on the east side.” he asked me.

“Usually I’d say yes, but I don’t know if I can show my face out there.”, now I can’t even go out with him, great.

“Oh come on. I’m pretty sure there is at least one person, besides me, that would love to see your beautiful face.”

“Was that a compliment, Mr. David?”

“Yes it was. Now come here, we can meet at the back of the bar, I already asked the owner, and he prepared a table there for us.”

“Alright, alright. Give me 20 minutes and the address, and I’ll be there.”, if I tell you I never changed this quick in my entire life, that wouldn’t be a lie. I’ve been even quicker than when I had costume changes on tour.

Dark jeans and your Nikes, look at you Oh, damn, never seen that color brown Just think of the fun things we could do

20 minutes later I arrived at the back door of the dive bar. The handsome Italian was already waiting for me on the outside. Like always, he looked amazing. He wore black jeans, a white tank top and Nikes. Less fancy than the last times we met, but it was perfect. I’m glad I also chose something more casual, it’s still a dive bar and not a fashion show.

“Hey, there you are! You look beautiful.” he greeted me, pulling me into his arms. That was probably the first time in the past three days that I fully relaxed.

“Hey, thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself, tho. The casual look fits you.”

We spent the rest of the night in the back of the bar just talking and drinking some beers. Damiano thankfully didn’t bring up the whole mess my reputation was right now.

“Would you like to come over to my house tomorrow?” I asked him nervously, not sure if he would say yes.

“Sounds perfect to me.” a huge smile appeared on his face.

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Third floor on the West Side, me and you Handsome, you're a mansion with a view Do the girls back home touch you like I do?

We laid on the huge couch on my roof terrace. His arm rested around my waist, while my head rested on his shoulder. We both had a glass of red wine in our hand.

“You really have the best mansion out here. Like I’d die to have a view like that.”

“Don’t you have to just look in the mirror for that?”

“What, did you just compare me to a mansion with a view?”

Oh shit. Did I really just say that out loud?

“Uhm, it wasn't really my intention to say that out loud. I know it’s a weird comparison, but I’d die to have you too. So yes, I am comparing you to a mansion with a view and I should stop drinking.” the words spilled out of me, making this even more embarrassing than it already was. I turned my face away, so he couldn’t see how red it probably was by now.

The tattooed boy chuckled, while he placed two fingers on my chin, turning my face back to him. I was met by the amused look on his face.

“You know I really appreciate that. Especially the part where you said you’d die to have me, but maybe you should find out if I’m worth dying for first.” with that connected our lips. His right hand found his place on my cheek, the cool rings on his fingers, giving me chills. He pulled me even tighter into his body with his other arm.

After some time I got uncomfortable in this position and slightly pushed him back a little. I got up and sat down on his lap. His legs were trapped between mine. As I placed my hands on his shoulders, he placed his on top of my hips, pulling me closer again.

“I see someone loves to be in control.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

I didn’t have to tell him that twice. Again he connected our lips, making my heart beat faster. The kiss made me forget all the things that were going on right now. I felt like Damiano was my guardian angel, protecting me from all the negative and mean comments.

Long night with your hands up in my hair Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs Stay here, honey, I don't want to share

It was already past midnight now and Damiano and I laid in my bed, my head resting on his chest as he played with my hair. It was so soothing and calming, that I almost fell asleep. Yet I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted to spend time with Damiano, and savor every second we spent together.

“I think I should go now. You definitely need some rest and I have a band meeting tomorrow.” Damiano whispered. I could feel myself getting a bit sad, by his words. I didn’t want him to leave now.

“No, don’t go, just stay here forever. I don’t want to share you with anyone else.” I mumbled. A soft laugh escaped the Italians lips as he got up.

“That’s sweet and I would like to stay here with you too, but I have responsibilities. If you have time, I can come here again after the meeting.”

“Yes I do. It’s not like I’m planning to go out any time soon, in case you didn’t notice, no one wants to see me anyways.”

“That’s not true, I want to see you. Besides now, we can spend more time together, and I don’t have to wait, until you’re done talking to everyone else again. Also, I can get more of these.” he said, placing a kiss on my lips.

My mood got better instantly. This man is a real charmer, but I’m not complaining. After we said our final goodbye, I could hear his footsteps echo on my stairs. I cuddled my self up in my sheets trying to replace the warmth Damiano radiated, just two minutes ago. With the beautiful brunette on my mind, I peacefully fell asleep.

This ain't for the best My reputation's never been worse, so You must like me for me Yeah, I want you

‘I just finished my meeting, give me thirty minutes, and I’ll bring the best pizza in town. Any special wishes?’ I read the message from my favorite Italian.

‘Great!! Can’t wait and no surprise me :))’ I texted back.

I got up from my desk and closed my notebook, in which I just wrote down lyrics for a new song. Again, Damiano was my inspiration. If it goes on like this, I’ll have a whole album with only songs about him. Well, if I’ll ever be able to produce another album.

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Thirty minutes later, Damiano was finally here, and we sat on my patio eating Pizza. I honestly couldn’t believe he actually was still hanging out with me. Maybe I was finally lucky and found someone, who is actually interested in me as a person and not my celebrity status. I mean, he wouldn’t be here if he was. Getting spotted with me would probably just damage his own reputation.

We can't make any promises Now can we, babe? But you can make me a drink

“Remember when I said, that I could get used to this, like two weeks ago? Now I want to get used to this. It’s maybe a bit early to say that, but at the moment I just feel like these moments on your patio, the moments with you, are the ones that just feel right.” he confessed, looking at me now.

I didn’t know how to react to that. The only thing I knew is that my heart stopped working for a moment, because of his confession. I was freaking out on the inside, trying to find the right words.

“You’re right. It’s a bit early to make any promises, but it’s not too early for you to make me a drink.” I said with a sheepish smile on my face.

“Because you realized, you can’t stand being around me without the influence of alcohol?” the brunette joked

“No, because the last time you got me a drink, you stayed overnight.” the smile that appeared on his face made my heart stop again.

“Drinks are not needed for this to happen today, you know?”

“I do, but if you want this,” I pointed at the both of us “to happen than I need to know if, you’re able to make me a good drink. It’s still unclear if I can ever visit a bar again, so I need a good barkeeper at home.” he started laughing now. I tried to stay serious, but at one point I just gave in and started laughing too.

“You’re adorable.”

Sometimes I wonder; when you sleep Are you ever dreaming of me? 

It was now 10 am the next day and just like two weeks a go I just watched Damiano sleep, adoring how beautiful and peaceful he looked. He really was an angel. A small smile appeared on his face, I couldn’t do anything else, but wonder if he was dreaming of me right now. If he was dreaming of me, the way I’ve been dreaming of him. I placed my hand on his cheek, stroking it softly. His eyes fluttered open and still half a sleep he gave me a warm smile.

“Good morning. I’m glad you decided to stay in bed this time.” his raspy morning voice gave me goosebumps, as a smile appeared on my face now too.

“Yeah I was kind of too busy admiring you, to write a song.” he chuckled softly, as he took my hand, which was still caressing his cheek, and brought it to his lips, placing small kisses on it.

Sometimes when I look into your eyes I pretend you're mine, all the damn time

We sat on my patio again having breakfast. After we finished, we just sat there and talked. Damiano has grabbed my hand, that was resting on the table, and stroked it slightly. I looked into his eyes, seeing the love and adoration in them. For a moment I forgot that he wasn’t mine. For a moment I pretended he was. At this  moment I knew that everything we’ll be alright as long as he was by my side.

Is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head? 'Cause I know that it's delicate Yeah, I want you 

“Don’t look at me like that, you’re making me blush”, Damiano pulled me out of my thoughts.

“I’m sorry, well actually I’m not because Sir, you make me blush all the time.” I didn’t lie, he probably made me blush more in the past few weeks we spent time together, than I ever did before.

“It’s just everything feels so right, whenever you’re around, and it’s making me crazy. To be honest, I feel like I’ve never actually been in love before right now. You make me feel things, I never felt before, and I don’t know. Almost the whole world is hating on me right now, calling me a snake, but I don’t even bother thinking about it, since the only thing that’s constantly on my mind is you.” a sigh escaped my mouth after I finished speaking. Damiano just looked at me. I started to panic. Scared that I had scared him off now.

“I’m sorry, it was probably a bit too early for a confession like that. I know all of this is still so delicate, but I can’t help it.”

“As you said yesterday it’s too early to make any promises, but I feel the same way. I mean, I don’t have this reputation problem, but I can’t do anything without thinking about you. It’s crazy, we’ve only known each other for not even a month and I feel completely love struck.” my heart skipped a beat hearing that. I knew he liked me, but I never thought he would feel the same way I did. I looked into his eyes again.

“I’m glad you do, because I want you to be mine.”

[brookecuzyes]

three years of you. — i love you.

Damiano David x GN!Musician!Reader series

Main Masterlist — 3yrs Masterlist

Summary: a late-night argument turned into a mess he couldn’t fix with a simple, ‘sorry.’ (Part 1)

Word Count: ≈3k

Warnings: angst, some cursing, Victoria being a supportive bestie (tell me if i missed anything) *Part One in a series*

A/N: i don’t know Italian whatsoever, so any phrases that i used have a crazy chance of being wrong— that’s on me. if i did mess anything up, please tell me. Also, this isn’t really proofread 😬

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The crowd was screaming. It was probably one of the loudest crowds you had seen. Your smile grew across your face and the adrenaline started kicking in. Your heart was racing. Maybe it was just nerves from performing— that’s normal, right?

You took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, calming yourself. Slowly, you moved the microphone up to your mouth, opening it to say…

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“Damiano talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about!”

Your boyfriend had come home late, again. Of course, given the fact that he was working on another album, he was going to be stressed and he was going to come home late. That was normal, especially for the way Damiano works. But, recently, he had been distant from you, which was odd. For the three and a half years you two were together, him being distant never happened. So, when the time came, you grew concerned

“You never have anything to talk about,” you snapped back. “Everyday for weeks on end, you’re at the studio, and you come home at ungodly hours to not even acknowledge the fact that I exist. And, I know that you’re busy, but it would be nice to have my boyfriend back every once in a while!”

“You really think that?” Damiano asked, almost offended

“Yes.”

“The only reason I have to ignore you right now is because you’re being a selfish, ignorant bitch!” He yelled, storming off into your shared bedroom. You stayed in the living space, pissed off and upset at Damiano, when you heard shuffling in the room. You looked down into the hallway and saw Damiano rummaging through his drawer for some clothes.

“What are you doing?” You asked, walking closer to the bedroom.

“Sleeping in the extra bedroom. You obviously hate me right now, so I don’t want to be more of a burden to you. I’m grabbing clothes so you won’t have to see me in the morning. I’ll leave before you wake up— you won’t even know I was here,” he explained, not making any eye contact with you. He had all of his clothes in hand and some of his bathroom items, and exited the bed teem and stormed into the guest bedroom down the hall. You watched him as he did so, and when he closed the door, tears started forming in your eyes. Sighing, you walked into the room again, and closed the door behind you. You walked over to the bed and went under the covers, and started bawling. You tried not to make too much noise, since Damiano was probably trying to sleep. However, after a few minutes of sobbing and sniffling, you could hear a few whimpers from the guest bedroom— you immediately knew it was Damiano. You didn’t have the energy or forgiveness at the moment to walk in there and comfort him.

Eventually, you did end up falling asleep for quite awhile. You woke up around noon, and it was the best sleep you had gotten in a while. After eating and brushing your teeth— not even bothering to change out of your pajamas— you pulled out your phone and opened up Victoria’s contact to message her.

call me when you’re on break

ok, is everything fine?

yeah, i just need to talk :)

You closed your phone and set it down on the kitchen table, getting back to work. You were emailing your manager, since your band wanted to start recording another album. Everyone was trying to work out a start date, so they don’t plan a lot for the next upcoming months.

About an hour and a half after you texted Victoria, she called.

“Hey, Vic,” you greeted, sitting back in your chair.

“Hey, how are you?” she asked.

“I’m alright, I just had a question. But, first, is anyone around?”

“Uh, yeah, why?”

“Can you go somewhere where no one can hear our conversation?”

“Yeah, just gimme a sec,” she replied. You heard talking in the background but couldn’t make out what was being said. You heard doors opening and closing before Victoria started talking again.

“OK, I’m outside. Is everything OK?”

“Yeah, I just…” you thought about how you wanted to start this, “Damiano and I got into this argument last night, but it didn’t end… well.”

“What do you mean?” Her voice sounded concerned.

“He slept in the extra room after cursing me out. I just- I think that there’s something else he isn’t telling me. I don’t want to pull you in the middle of this, but you’re really close with him and you’re seeing him all day right now. I need to know that I’m just crazy and there’s nothing else happening.” There was a short pause between when you stopped talking and when Victoria started talking, which did not calm your nerves.

“I’ve noticed that he has been acting differently. Besides the fact that he’s Damiano and overworks himself, he seems more tired and frustrated. Which probably isn't the answer you’re looking for, but I know it isn’t from him not getting enough sleep. He does get enough sleep, right?”

“He gets enough to stay awake throughout the day,” you replied, a joking tone in your voice— though, you weren’t joking at all.

“He’s also been leaving to call you a bunch throughout the day. I don’t know why he does it in the middle of-”

“Wait, what do you mean that he’s calling me?” Victoria’s heart dropped.

“Isn’t he calling you everyday?”

“No, he barely calls unless I do. Even then, he hardly answers.” Your heart started racing.

“Oh…” and then silence. Silence followed for a good 15 seconds. You didn’t say anything, because tears started forming in your eyes again. Victoria didn’t say anything, because she didn’t know what to say.

“He wouldn’t- Damiano would never… right?”

“No, he wouldn’t. He never has. But— and I hate to say this— he’s never done anything like this before, and I can’t think of any reason as to why he would.”

“OK… that’s fine. I’ll try to ask him, I guess,” you responded quietly. Any louder and the crack in your voice would’ve been noticeable; the fact that you were silently crying would’ve been noticeable.

“Hey, I have to go, but I’ll come over tonight once we’re done here. Maybe we could talk more about this, if you want?” Victoria offered, making you smile.

“Of course, that would be amazing. OK, you go, I’ll just be here… waiting, I guess,” you chuckled, and heard another from the other end. “Alright, bye, Vic.”

“Bye!” The phone beeped, signaling that the call had ended, and you set your phone down on the table. You set your elbows on the table and put your hands in your face. You sighed, a few tears dropping down your face, and rubbed your face. There was way too much going on at once— your brain was going fifty miles a minute: your manager was still trying to email and call you, your band was trying to separately set up a start date and a get-together date, and, to top it all off, you’re having relationship issues. What a great way to spend your Tuesday afternoon.

A few hours later, at five o’clock, you heard a quick rapping at the door, and you immediately knew it was Victoria. You paused your show and got up from the couch, walking over to the front door to be greeted with a visibly sleep-deprived Victoria.

“I’m here!” She said excitedly. You smiled.

“Yeah! Come in, I was just watching TV.” You moved out of the way so she could enter the house, and you closed the door behind her, locking it.

“So… how are you?” Victoria asked, almost awkwardly as she sat down.

“I’m OK. Just tryna figure some things out,” you replied, opening up your phone to see if you got any more emails.

“With Dami?”

“Yes, and the fact that the band wants to start recording another album— we’re trying to find a date that works for all of us.” You did get another email. It was a date confirmation. “Shit,” you whispered.

“What happened?”

“Well, we got a date. I have to be in the studio by Monday.” You walked over to the couch and carefully tossed your phone on the coffee table, sitting down and leaning back on the couch.

“Oh. So, you have to leave soon?” Victoria sadly asked.

“Yeah. Probably earlier than soon. The band wants to get together beforehand, and they scheduled that for Saturday.”

“Don’t they know you're in Italy right now?”

“I might’ve told them I’m flexible.” You threw your head back on the couch. Victoria hummed in response. “I need to tell Damiano, but he doesn’t want to talk to me.”

“I’ll stay for a while, so I’ll be here when he gets home. Is that fine?” Victoria asked, wrapping her arm around you, scooting closer.

“Yeah, that’s fine. We can watch TV if you want?” You said, placing your head on her shoulder.

“Of course! What were you watching?”

“Stranger Things.”

“Oh, sounds great!”

Victoria and you watched shows for what felt like hours, screaming at the TV whenever someone did something stupid. After getting through the majority of the first season of Stranger Things, you heard the door unlocking. You looked over and saw Damiano walk in. He looked up and saw you two girls watching TV, locking eyes with you. Victoria started laughing at the show, and noticed you weren’t paying attention, so she looked to see what had caught your attention. She paused for a second before saying, “Hey, Dami.”

“Hey, Vic, Y/N,” he replied, giving them a small wave and walked over to the kitchen table. “Can I borrow your computer for something?”

“Uh, yeah, why?” You answered.

“Just to check my emails,” he said, opening the computer. “What’s the password?” You got up from the couch and went over to the table, moving the computer to face you. You glanced at Damiano a few times, heart beating like crazy. You clicked out of a couple of tabs, knowing that your battery sucks and couldn’t handle a million tabs open at once.

“There you go,” you said, moving the computer back to him. He glanced at you, mouthing a ‘thank you.’ You we’re about to walk away from him before you stopped yourself.

“I need to tell you something,” you announced, facing Damiano completely now, looking at his eyes. He looked up to you, over to Victoria, then back to you.

“Vic is here, can we not do this now?” He asked.

“I’m not gonna yell at you, Dami,” you groaned, sitting down and resting your forehead in your palms. You looked back up to him and continued with what you were trying to say.

“I’m going back home on Thursday.” Damiano quickly turned his attention back to you.

“What?” He seemed concerned or confused, you weren’t sure.

“Yeah, the band is recording another album, and I need to get there by Monday.”

“Why are you leaving so early, though?”

“Because, they have a get-together planned. We do this every time.” You responded, reminding him of the tradition.

“I know, I just didn’t know you’d be leaving. I don’t want you to leave.”

“What?” You asked, utterly baffled.

“I don’t want you to leave,” Damiano repeated.

“Bullshit.”

“Y/N-“

“No, you don’t want me to stay. Especially after that argument— especially after what you called me last night!” you snapped.

“I didn’t mean to, it was in the heat of the moment. Baby, I’m sorry.”

“You don’t get to turn around and act all innocent, Damiano,” you sternly said.

“Y/N!” He pleaded.

“Dami, I’ve been talking to Y/N,” Victoria said, jumping into the conversation. She got up from the couch and started walking over to the table.

“You pulled her into this?” He asked you.

“It wasn’t my intention, I just asked her a question. Now, we’re here.” You calmly said, not trying to escalate the situation further.

“Do I know who you’ve been calling?” She asked, resting her hands down on the table, next to you. Damiano’s heart dropped at the question.

“Uh, yeah, you do,” he hesitantly answered. Your heart was going one hundred miles a minute.

“Is it…”

“Yeah,” he sighed, resting his face in his hands— though, you suspected it was due to embarrassment.

“Who?” You asked, slightly confused.

“Y/N,” Damiano said, signaling for you to give him your hands. Gently, he placed your hands in his, giving them a small squeeze. “I’ve been talking to someone.” You squeezed his hand. It’s something you normally did when you were told something overwhelming— and this was one of those moments. You debated letting go, but decided against it; it was just talking… right?

“Who?” You repeated.

“Her name’s Giorgia. We did a photo shoot with her once. But, I promise, cara mia, we’re just friends. We are just talking.”

“Then why are you getting back home last midnight every single night?”

“I’ll drive around and call her. I’ve just been stressed with this whole album thing— I needed someone to talk to” OK… that hurt.

“What about your girlfriend, Damiano?” you raised your voice some. “I’ve spent weeks on end knowing you were stressed and waiting for you to come home so I can help, but instead you pushed me away. I thought I had done something wrong. You just weren’t talking to me. Then you lie to me?”

“Woah, I never lied to you,” he argued, sitting up in his chair.

“Last night, you told me ‘there’s nothing to talk about.’” You recalled last night's argument. He sighed in response.

“It was late, and I was tired. I didn’t want to argue, I just wanted to sleep.”

“Well, you went ahead and did so. You yelled at me, grabbed some of your things, and slept in the guest bedroom.”

“You think I wanted to?”

“Yes. Because you willingly did that. I didn’t want to not sleep with you— even if we weren’t on good terms.”

“I’m sorry.”

“‘I’m sorry’ won’t save you.” All of a sudden, your phone started ringing. You got up from the table and went over to the coffee table in the living room, picking up your phone to see who it was.

“It’s our manager. I’ve gotta take this,” you announced, heading out of the room into your bedroom (the “shared” one).

“Hi, Dianne! How are you?” You greeted, answering the phone.

“I’m doing just fine, honey! I just wanted to call and ask you a quick question. I’m trying to get plane tickets for everyone who needs it, and I was wondering if flying in on Thursday noon would work with your schedule?” Dianne asked.

“Uh, yeah, I think-” an idea popped into your mind, “actually, are there any earlier flights?”

“Yes. When are you thinking? Wednesday?”

“Tonight?” You asked. There was silence on the other end for a few seconds, before you heard some clicking.

“Y-yeah, there’s a flight. Any particular reason?”

“Nothing to be concerned about, no,” you responded, knowing how nosy she could be.

“Alrighty then. I’ll book it. I’ll email you the ticket. This flight leaves at one in the morning where you are. Is that OK?” Dianne asked.

“Yep, that’s perfect!”

“Awesome. OK, I’ll leave you be. Have a great rest of your day.”

“Bye.” You hung up the phone. You felt regret, but, at the same time, you didn’t. You took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, soothing your nerves, because now comes the hard part.

You walk out of the room to find Damiano and Victoria whispering about something in Italian, but you couldn’t understand what they were saying from where you were. When they heard the door open, they stopped talking and turned their heads towards you.

“Hey,” Victoria said.

“Hey.”

“What was the call about?” Damiano asked.

“Uh, just something about the start date. It’s nothing.”

“OK.”

After a while, Victoria ended up having to go home, leaving you and Damiano to yourselves.

“I’m gonna head off to bed,” you said, hopping off of the counter. “Are you coming with, or are you sleeping by yourself again?”

“I want to sleep by myself again, if that’s OK with you?”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” you responded, an annoyed tone in your voice. You walked out of the kitchen where you, Damiano, and Victoria ultimately ended up, and into your bedroom.

I need to start packing, you thought to yourself. You needed to get to the airport at eleven o’clock so you could get on the plane before it’s too late. However, your thinking was halted when you heard a knocking at your door. You walked over and opened the door, being met with Damiano leaning against the doorframe. He was really close to you. Physically closer than he had been in a while.

“Hey,” you said, staring into his eyes.

“Hi,” he softly smiled, “I just wanted to say, huh,” he looked at his feet, “I love you,” he looked up and stared into your eyes.

“Oh, I, uh-”

“You don’t have to say anything— I don’t want you to. I just needed you to know that. I’ll leave you be now. Goodnight.” He slowly walked away from the door and into the extra room, gently closing the door behind him.

You told yourself that you wouldn’t let that get to you. It can’t, or you won’t be able to leave.

After getting all of your things together, you pulled out some paper and started writing a note for Damiano. You felt horrible for leaving him with just a note to read in the morning, full of devastation. Your eyes started welling up with tears.

When you finished the note, you turned it around and wrote, “For you. I’m sorry.” Quickly, before you could regret your decisions, you grabbed your bags and headed out the front door. You got outside of Damiano’s house, and closed the door. You put the keys up to the lock but hesitated.

He’ll be fine. You need to go anyway. You can always figure this out later, you told yourself. Slowly, you put the key into the hole and turned it.

Click!

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Taglist for 3yrs—

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[brookecuzyes]

three years of you. masterlist

Main Masterlist

Last Updated: September 28th, 2021

Damiano David x GN!Musician!Reader

Summary: After a horrible falling out with someone whom everyone thought was an angel, you decide to take matters into your own hands. Even if that means calling out the devil.

inspiration from Love Me or Leave Me by @literallymitch

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(1) i love you.

(2) cruel summer.

(3) tear myself apart.

(4) good 4 u.

[brookecuzyes]

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…

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“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.”

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three years of you. — tear myself apart

Damiano David x GN!Musician!Reader

Main Masterlist — 3yrs Masterlist

Summary: it’s only been a couple of days, which were full of tears and regret. however, that regret wasn’t on their part until a simple comment was made. (Part 3 of a series)

Word Count: ≈3.4k

Warnings: cursing, alcohol intake, angst (Anyone drinking alcohol in this chapter is of the legal drinking age in the United States, which is 21.)

A/N: thank y’all for reading! this has already gained a lot of readers and so i am happy about that. love you guys sm 💕 songs included in this fic are not mine. any characters mentioned are not mine, and belong to their respected owners. and ofc, i don’t own the celebrities either. i do check comments/reblogs, so please be respectful!!

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You’ve got this, you can do it.

You tried consoling yourself. Normally, he would be here to help calm you down— or at least call if he could physically be there. He’d be there if you were about to have a panic attack, he’d be there to make sure that you were OK.

But you aren’t.

An entire audience full of strangers who listened to the songs, who listened to your heartbreak. Now, they get to watch your heart break live.

He wouldn’t— no, couldn’t— be there to comfort you. He couldn’t be there to tell you that everything will be fine. He fucked up, he’s the one who messed up that relationship…

“…then why did you show up?”

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Glasses clinked. Chatter was taking place all around. Honestly, it was a little overwhelming.

You sat down at the booth with the whole band. Saturday had rolled around, which you hadn’t noticed since you were lost in an almost depressive state where time was non-existent. However, the karaoke bar definitely woke you up.

“Alright, guys,” Luke, the lead guitarist, said, holding a couple of drinks in his hands. “Tonight is the night! The tradition kicks in once again, and Monday we start recording. Let’s celebrate and relax.” Julie, the lead singer and the girlfriend of Luke, followed behind him, setting more drinks down on the table. Flynn, the unofficial manager of the band, let out a loud, “woo!”, making everyone laugh. All of you grabbed a glass and clinked them together, all taking a sip at the same time. Your face crunched when you processed the drink.

“Jesus, Luke, what is this?” you questioned.

“Alcohol,” he said blatantly.

“Yeah, no shit,” you shot back, shaking off the effects.

“I just said that we’re relaxing— that’s exactly what alcohol does!”

“Or maybe you're just an alcoholic?” Alex joked, taking a sip of his drink.

“I don’t drink that much.” Luke defended.

“That’s what an alcoholic would say.” The whole band started laughing at the ongoing banter. It isn’t often when Alex made witty remarks like that, and everyone always enjoyed it when he did.

On another note, you felt as if you absolutely needed this drink. Given what’s been going on this last week, you felt like you deserved it. Though, you knew you’d regret this tomorrow. You knew Alex was keeping an eye out for you. The rest of the band didn’t know yet, they just knew that something happened, which is why you left Italy so early. They were all confused, but didn’t ask upon it when Alex glared daggers at them when they tried. So, thankfully, they did back off. But, it doesn’t mean that they weren’t concerned.

You had been talking, making it seem as if everything was fine, but Alex’s heart broke when he picked up on it. However, with the alcohol about to course through your veins, it would be harder from him to be able to pick up on whether you were drunk or going through it. Regardless, he was going to make sure that you were having fun and not thinking about your ex.

“Hey,” Flynn said, “why don’t we start the karaoke? I think we all have enough alcohol in our systems to do this.”

“I vote for Alex to go first!” You said, raising your hand. “Do Micheal Bublé.”

“Woah, hold up, I never even said-“

“It doesn’t matter. What I say goes. Now go.” He sighed, laughing as he stood up from the booth. He went over to the guy and told him what song he wanted to do. They got everything set up, and Alex got on stage.

“Let’s go, Alex!” You cheered on, making him smile and blush just a bit— though that wasn’t entirely visible from where you guys decided to sit.

The song started playing, and Alex started singing. It took you a few seconds to recognize the song but you figured it out.

“Oh, he’s singing Feeling Good. I love that song,” you whispered to Reginald, the bassist, who was sitting next to you. He looked to you over his shoulder, smiling. He hadn’t seen you so “out there” since you got back. It was nice to see you getting back to normal. Though, he didn’t actually know why you weren’t normal to begin with.

And I’m feeling… good.

You cheered Alex on again, dancing along to the beat with the whole band. Alex didn’t sing much, but when he did you cherished those moments. That’s why he songs Now or Never and Stand Tall on the band’s very first album are your favorite.

“God, I love his voice,” Reggie said, as if he read your mind.

“Yeah, and look at him,” you pointed out the way his body is moving with the music. The way he was just lost in a musical haze. It was enchanting. “That’s what his anxiety covers up.”

Alex soon finished, hopping off of the stage with an embarrassed smile on his face.

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed, babe,” you said, noticing his expression. “That was the best performance tonight by far. Not even Julie could compare to how amazing that was.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” she said, drawing out the ‘thanks’ in a sarcastic way. You raised your glass to her.

“Anytime, Jules,” you replied, raising your eyebrow and taking a sip. She laughed, letting the comment you made slip— for now at least.

“Hey, I have an idea!” Flynn exclaimed. “How about we take a couple photos and post them to our accounts? Y’know, to celebrate this very special moment.” Everyone collectively agreed. Pictures were taken left and right— and others were taken throughout the night, too— and each person had a different photo that they were each going to post. You had decided that you were going to post yours now, not wanting to forget later on tonight or tomorrow.

You captioned it:

Just continuing a small tradition tonight with music and alcohol. maybe if he lets me, i’ll post Alex singing Feeling Good 😏🤍

It was perfect and you posted it, after letting everyone see it to make sure it was OK. Within minutes people already saw it and were liking and commenting. You made sure to turn your phone off before it started going crazy. Julie and Luke decided to go up and do a duet with each other. They choose Little Do You Know. Their voices were beautiful singing the song. They mashed just so perfectly. You recorded them, knowing that you would 100% show them this at their wedding. (They aren’t engaged, but it’s bound to happen sooner or later.)

You weren’t paying attention to the notifications spamming the top of your screen, though you did look back once to see if the camera was aligned with their bodies. That’s when you saw a specific notification. One thing that you absolutely forgot when you posted that photo was that Måneskin could still see your posts. The only reason you remembered was because Victoria responded to your post.

Ahhh you look amazing!!!😘

The second you saw it, you put your head in your hands, mentally slapping yourself. If Victoria saw it, then the rest of the band is going to see, meaning Damiano would see it. Fuck, you thought to yourself.

“Hey, Y/N, are you alright?” Alex asked, placing a hand on your arm. You looked up at him showing him the comment. “I don’t understand.”

“Victoria commented. Meaning Damiano’s probably gonna see it.”

“Not if he’s blocked.”

“I didn’t block him, we’re still mutuals.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, Alex. Maybe I just haven’t gotten to it yet.” You realized the angered tone in your voice, not meaning to be rude to Alex. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap.”

“No, it’s okay. Hey, maybe if he does end up seeing it, he’ll just be jealous. Damiano will see everything he’s missing out on.”

“What is Damiano missing out on?” Julie asked, sitting back down with Luke.

“Oh, it’s nothing-“ Alex started, but you cut him off.

“I left Italy because Damiano was talking to another girl. It caused too many problems, so I left.” Everyone went silent. Everyone’s eyes softened at you, unsure of what to say.

“Y/N…”

“It’s fine. I’m here now. It doesn’t matter.” Silence fell once again, especially on Alex’s behalf. He knew you weren’t fine, he knew it mattered— whether you said it or not. “Sorry if I kinda killed tonight’s vibe.”

“N-No, you’re fine,” Reggie said. “You did nothing wrong.”

“Yeah, you didn’t ruin anything. I am glad that you told us, though. We’ve been worried.” Luke said, putting his arms on the table and leaning forward just a bit. You felt your phone vibrate but didn’t think anything of it— probably just another person on Instagram.

“Sorry that I made you guys worry. I just wasn’t sure how to bring it up. It’s just been a hard couple of days. This shit isn’t easy,” you explained, mumbling the last part. Everyone stayed silent, none wanting to make something worse.

“Luke, why don’t you and the guys go grab some food?” Julie suggested, placing a hand on Luke’s back, turning her attention back to you.

“Oh, yeah. Guys, let’s go,” Luke said, getting the hint. The boys got up and left, each giving you a sympathetic look. The girls, on the other hand, all stayed behind.

“Alright, listen up,” Flynn started. “Tonight is not the night to mope around. You can do that tomorrow when you’re hungover.”

“Right now,” Julie jumped in, “you’re gonna forget about that asshole, get your ass out there, and sing your heart out, dammit!” Your eyes widened at the girls’ sternness. A smile started creeping from your lips, Julie and Flynn following behind you. Soon enough, the three of you started laughing your asses off.

“Ok, ok, I’m convinced. I’ll have fun tonight. Thanks,” you said, trying to shake off the laughter so you can speak. You grabbed your drink, taking a sip of it. It was the same drink Luke got you earlier. Damn it, Luke. You shook your head to shake off the kick the drink had. Flynn chuckled at your antics, taking a sip of her, not as strong, drink. The guys soon came back with some snack-type items in their hands.

“Are we all good now?” Alex asked, setting down the plate on the table and looking your way.

“Yep, we’re all good now,” Julie answered, taking a sip of her drink. You chuckle at her, reaching for some of the food on the table. “But, Y/N’s about to sing for us.”

“Woah, wait, now?”

“What did I say? You’re gonna sing your heart out.”

You groaned, slumping back in your set in a joking— yet, not entirely joking— way. “Julie, I didn’t realize that you meant right now.”

“Ok, so? Get up there, Y/N! C’mon it’ll be fun.” You contemplated. I should go, you thought, it could be fun.

“Fine, I’ll go,” you announced, getting up from your seat. Reggie and Flynn got up from theirs so you could get out. When you got up, you turned to Reginald.

“C’mon, you’re doing this with me,” you said, grabbing his arm and dragging him over to the guy supervising the karaoke.

“I didn’t really wanna sing right now. Nerves, y’know?” Reggie explained.

“So? Reggie, I get that nerves are real, but there’s no way in hell I’m doing this alone.” You opened up a book full of songs, and was going through the selection.

“Why couldn’t you just get someone else?”

“Because I think our voices clash very well together.” You turned your head to him and gave him a smile. He shyly smiled back. You looked back at the book and held it up to Reggie. “What about this one?” you asked, pointing to a song. Reggie read it and smiled.

“Yeah, let’s do it,” he said, grabbing the pen and marking off the song and writing your names. You stood back, waiting for him to finish. When he did, he turned around.

“Alright, I’ve got us down. Wanna head up?” He asked, holding his hand out with a playful smile.

“Let’s do it,” you said, grabbing a hold of his hand, him taking you up the stairs and into the stage.

When you walked up, you saw the screen in front of you turn on, switching to the lyrics of the song. The lights were bright, but it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to. You saw some people stare at you, but it was mainly the rest of the band. Reginald walked to the microphone set up on the far left, you took the other. The song started playing, immediately relaxing you. Maybe this isn’t as bad as I thought. The song you chose was a favorite of you and Reggie— Meet Me At Our Spot. Of course, the band loved it too, but they got bored with it after a while since you two were always blasting it wherever you went. You actually had some inspiration from this song and wrote a little tune, but you had no lyrics at the moment.

When I wake up

I cant even stay up

I slept through the day, fuck

I’m not getting younger

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“Victoria, you don’t understand-“

“No, you don’t understand, Damiano!” Victoria raised her voice at him. They never argued. They’ve known each other since childhood and nothing had ever caused an issue, except for this.

“I did nothing wrong.”

“Really? ‘Cause it looks to me that you broke your lovers heart.”

“Y/N left me,” he said, trying to reason.

“They might have physically left, but, Damiano, you were gone a long time ago.” She started towards the front door of his house, grabbing her keys.

“Where are you going?” Damiano asked.

“Home. But, let me tell you something first, Dami.” She put her hand on the doorknob. “It doesn’t matter how you try to defend yourself, you fucked up. You broke Y/N’s heart. You were talking to someone else. The damage is done. If you’re gonna try and get them back, you’re gonna have to try really damn hard. You want to get Y/N back, right?”

Silence followed. Victoria gave him a second to compose himself, but ultimately feared the worst. “Dami…”

“I mean, yeah, but-“

“No buts. You shouldn’t be saying ‘but’, you have no reason to.” Damiano just looked at her. “Wow… unbelievable.” Victoria opened the door and walked out, slamming the door behind her. Damiano walked up to the door and locked it. He headed back to the living room and heard his phone ding. He picked it up and saw that you had posted a photo.

Just continuing a small tradition tonight with music and alcohol. maybe if he lets me, i’ll post Alex singing Feeling Good 😏🤍

He sighed. He unlocked his phone, and went to go see the photo you posted. You looked nice. Happy. What was the tradition again?

Right, karaoke. The weekend before the band records an album, everyone goes to a karaoke bar. He scrolled down a bit and saw a comment. He saw Victoria’s comment.

Ahhh you look amazing!!!😘

He figured that she saw the post before she pulled out of his driveway. He debated on what he should do.

Yeah, he fucked up. But, it really wasn’t that bad. It’s not like he cheated. It was just talking. He wanted to tell you that you look great, but wasn’t sure how you would feel about it. Like Y/N would care what I think, he thought to himself. You never broke up, though. Plus, he needs to know what’s going on, how you’re doing. He’s concerned. Couldn’t be the worst thing— it’s not like the internet knows yet.

Ok, I’ll just just comment.

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Caught a vibe

Baby, are you coming for the ride

I just wanna look into your eyes

I just wanna stay for the night, night, night

You and Reginald were jamming out to the song, as per usual. Everyone was loving it, even the rest of the band. It was the most fun you’ve had in a hot second.

When we take a drive

Maybe we can take the 405

Hypnotized by the light

Man, this must be the life

As the song ended, everyone cheered you two on. You went over and hugged Reggie on his side, him giving a small hug back. You guys walked back to your booth, the whole band full of excitement. Alex got up from his seat and let the two of you in, you sitting in the corner of the booth.

“That was amazing!” Luke exclaimed.

“Thanks, we had fun,” Reggie said, practically reading your mind.

“Definitely.”

“Your voices go so well together,” Flynn remarked.

“That’s exactly what I said!” you said, hitting Reginald’s shoulder so he knows your point is proven.

“Ok, we don’t have to be violent about it,” he joked, smirking just a bit.

“Yeah, whatever. I’m gonna go to the restroom real quick. I’ll be back,” you said, waiting for Alex and Reggie to stand up so you can go. You grabbed your phone, stood up, and made your way to the restroom. When you got to the restroom, you went to one of the stalls but checked your phone before you did anything else. However, you almost immediately regretted it because you saw that Damiano had commented on your photo.

What the hell does he want?

You read what he had commented, and, honestly, you wanted to laugh.

You look great tonight, as you do every night, amore

You couldn’t believe it. Amore, really? you thought to yourself. You looked up from your phone, looking at the stall door. You contemplated what to do next:

For starters, keeping the comment wouldn’t be out of the norm for your followers. They knew about you and Damiano. However, if you deleted (which you really wanted to do), everyone would notice. People would speculate. Or, you could just go off on Damiano privately. That would be too harsh. But, this is your account— your decision. Do you want to have your cheater boyfriend compliment you the way he did?

You know what, do it later, you thought, turning off your phone and finally, actually, using the restroom.

Once you finished, you exited the stall and walked over to the sinks. You washed your hands, not able to get that damn comment off of your mind.

You walked out of the restroom and back over to the booth, but you didn’t sit down.

“Alex,” you said, standing next to him. “Can I talk to you?” He looked up at you, unsure of what you wanted to talk about, but got up anyway. You grabbed his hand and pulled him outside.

When you two got out there, you sat down on a bench, Alex following your move.

“Is everything alright?” You opened your phone and went to Instagram, showing Alex to comment Damiano left. “Oh.”

“Yeah. I just don’t know what to do, and it is tearing me apart. Do I delete it? Do I keep it? Do I argue with him?”

“Delete the comment, and, Y/N, please, block him on social media. You don’t have to block his number, but you should block him everywhere else.”

“Why not his number,” you asked.

“Because you need closure. At some point, you’re gonna want to text him or call him and try to get some understanding as to why he did what he did. You haven’t actually broken up yet. Maybe that’s how you finish off?”

After a moment of contemplation (again), you nodded your head slowly.

“Ok. Yeah, ok, I’ll do that.” You lowered your head and searched through your following to find Damiano’s account. You clicked the three dots at the top, and looked for the block button.

“You sure this is the right thing to do?”

“Yes. Want me to do it?”

“No, no, it’s fine. I can do it.”

You looked at the button for a second. You’ve never even thought of blocking him before. I’m your mind, he was the one. Now? Well, you’re blocking him because he cheated on you, so obviously your idea of him completely shifted.

I can do this.

Your hands started shaking slightly, your heart was beating like crazy.

I can do this.

Slowly, you moved your finger over the button.

Click it, it’ll be fine.

And, so, you did. You clicked the button.

You felt free.

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Last Updated: December 25th, 2021

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three years of you. — Damiano David x GN!Musician!Reader — After a horrible falling out with someone whom everyone thought was an angel, you decide to take matters into your own hands. Even if that means calling out the devil.

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Real First Date (Willex) — (fluff) Alex and Willie go on their first date together, but it doesn't necessarily go as planned. (Imagine) (Alex x Willie)

three years of you. — (angst) After a horrible falling out with someone whom everyone thought was an angel, you decide to take matters into your own hands. Even if that means calling out the devil. (Damiano David x GN!Musician!Reader) (JaTP mentioned throughout the series)

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I posted 410 times in 2021

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#brought to you by: me reading a fic and screaming and thinking ab what i’d say if my mom asked why i was screaming and how if it were my kid

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

three years of you. — cruel summer

Damiano David x GN!Musician!Reader

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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?”

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#4

three years of you. masterlist

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Last Updated: September 28th, 2021

Damiano David x GN!Musician!Reader

Summary: After a horrible falling out with someone whom everyone thought was an angel, you decide to take matters into your own hands. Even if that means calling out the devil.

inspiration from Love Me or Leave Me by @literallymitch

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(1) i love you.

(2) cruel summer.

(3) tear myself apart.

(4) good 4 u.

104 notes • Posted 2021-07-28 23:01:30 GMT

#3

No Need To Worry — B.B.

40s!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

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Summary: After Bucky and the other soldiers were rescued, Bucky, Steve, and some of the other soldiers went to a bar to relax. Who would’ve thought that a few beers could turn into something more? (3rd Person POV)

Word Count: ≈5.1k (wha-😃)

Warnings: extreme fluff, cursing, it gets a little spicy but also doesn’t at the same time, sorta alludes to loss of virginities, alcohol consumption, Bucky gets upset at reader but nothing too crazy happens, sadness (If i missed anything, please tell me!)

A/N: This one-shot is for @startrekkingaroundasgard ‘s writing challenge. I had sooo much fun writing this. It was originally supposed to be smut, but I chickened out lmao. I hope you enjoy this regardless, though! (I added the picture prompt for the header thing— if you don’t want it there, just tell me and i’ll remove it)

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Steve Rogers had just gotten some-400 men out of the hands of German scientists. They were so relieved to have been saved after quite a few weeks of being Prisoners of War. After returning to America, Steve wanted to go back and take down HYDRA. So, he took on the responsibility to assemble a team to go with him.

“See,” Bucky said to Steve, who was walking over to the bar. He had just convinced a couple of guys to join him going back to Germany. All they needed were a couple beers and were drawn-in immediately. “They’re all idiots.”

“How about you?” Steve asked, “You ready to follow Captain America into the jaws of death?”

“Hell no. That little guy from Brooklyn who was too dumb not to run away from a fight… I’m following him,” Bucky replied, earning a small grin from Steve. “But, you’re keeping the outfit, right?”

“You know what? It’s kinda growing on me.”

“Well I think it looks remarkable, Captain Rogers,” a lady’s voice said, putting an arm around the two boys. Steve and Bucky turned their heads slightly and were met with a familiar face. “Hello, boys.”

“Y/N!” Steve exclaimed, standing up to give her a hug. “Surprised to see you here. Bars aren’t really your thing.”

“Well, they are when I know my two idiot friends just came back from a war. Speaking of,” she slapped Bucky’s shoulder, “don’t scare me like that, Barnes. Becky had me thinking you were dead.” He smiled sadly and stood up to hug her too.

“My bad, doll. Next time, I’ll make sure to write,” he wittily replied. She scoffed and sat down in between the two boys. “And, by the way, if you’re calling Steve ‘Captain’, then you get to call me ‘Sergeant’. Understood?”

“Yes, Sarge,” she replied while saluting him, making the two boys laugh. The soldiers Steve recruited had been singing quite loudly for the last few minutes, and it came as a surprise when the singing ceased. Steve, Y/N, and Bucky turned their heads to the doorway and saw the one and only Agent Peggy Carter. She was dressed in a beautiful red dress— something that no one would normally see her in. No wonder the boys stopped singing; they were in awe.

The boys stood up when she walked in, and Y/N stayed sitting in her chair, unsure of what she was supposed to do.

“Captain,” Peggy greeted.

“Agent Carter,” greeted Steve.

“Ma’am,” said Bucky. Peggy looked at the girl sitting at the bar, knowing who she was, and waved at her. Y/N waved back and gave her a nice little grin.

“Howard has some equipment for you to try. Tomorrow morning?” she asked Steve.

“Sounds good.” Steve was eyeing her, and both Y/N and Bucky picked up on it. Though, Bucky was more focused on Peggy himself to really give it a second thought.

“I see your top squad is prepping for duty.”

“You don’t like music?”

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#2

did y’all have a Jelsa phase, or was that just me?

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three years of you. — i love you.

Damiano David x GN!Musician!Reader series

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Summary: a late-night argument turned into a mess he couldn’t fix with a simple, ‘sorry.’ (Part 1)

Word Count: ≈3k

Warnings: angst, some cursing, Victoria being a supportive bestie (tell me if i missed anything) *Part One in a series*

A/N: i don’t know Italian whatsoever, so any phrases that i used have a crazy chance of being wrong— that’s on me. if i did mess anything up, please tell me. Also, this isn’t really proofread 😬

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The crowd was screaming. It was probably one of the loudest crowds you had seen. Your smile grew across your face and the adrenaline started kicking in. Your heart was racing. Maybe it was just nerves from performing— that’s normal, right?

You took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, calming yourself. Slowly, you moved the microphone up to your mouth, opening it to say…

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“Damiano talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about!”

Your boyfriend had come home late, again. Of course, given the fact that he was working on another album, he was going to be stressed and he was going to come home late. That was normal, especially for the way Damiano works. But, recently, he had been distant from you, which was odd. For the three and a half years you two were together, him being distant never happened. So, when the time came, you grew concerned

“You never have anything to talk about,” you snapped back. “Everyday for weeks on end, you’re at the studio, and you come home at ungodly hours to not even acknowledge the fact that I exist. And, I know that you’re busy, but it would be nice to have my boyfriend back every once in a while!”

“You really think that?” Damiano asked, almost offended

“Yes.”

“The only reason I have to ignore you right now is because you’re being a selfish, ignorant bitch!” He yelled, storming off into your shared bedroom. You stayed in the living space, pissed off and upset at Damiano, when you heard shuffling in the room. You looked down into the hallway and saw Damiano rummaging through his drawer for some clothes.

“What are you doing?” You asked, walking closer to the bedroom.

“Sleeping in the extra bedroom. You obviously hate me right now, so I don’t want to be more of a burden to you. I’m grabbing clothes so you won’t have to see me in the morning. I’ll leave before you wake up— you won’t even know I was here,” he explained, not making any eye contact with you. He had all of his clothes in hand and some of his bathroom items, and exited the bed teem and stormed into the guest bedroom down the hall. You watched him as he did so, and when he closed the door, tears started forming in your eyes. Sighing, you walked into the room again, and closed the door behind you. You walked over to the bed and went under the covers, and started bawling. You tried not to make too much noise, since Damiano was probably trying to sleep. However, after a few minutes of sobbing and sniffling, you could hear a few whimpers from the guest bedroom— you immediately knew it was Damiano. You didn’t have the energy or forgiveness at the moment to walk in there and comfort him.

Eventually, you did end up falling asleep for quite awhile. You woke up around noon, and it was the best sleep you had gotten in a while. After eating and brushing your teeth— not even bothering to change out of your pajamas— you pulled out your phone and opened up Victoria’s contact to message her.

call me when you’re on break

ok, is everything fine?

yeah, i just need to talk :)

You closed your phone and set it down on the kitchen table, getting back to work. You were emailing your manager, since your band wanted to start recording another album. Everyone was trying to work out a start date, so they don’t plan a lot for the next upcoming months.

About an hour and a half after you texted Victoria, she called.

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