TO BE ALONE: a series of måneskin oneshots

a little trade off (d.d.)

TW: self harm

"Shit, (Y/N), you really got yourself good this time, didn't you?" Damiano mumbled, helping you clean your wounds.

You were thankful that the rest of the band were out in the living room, busy watching the coverage of the big game.

"I'm sorry." You choked out through more tears, your breaths shuddering.

"No, no, no." Damiano shushed you. "You have nothing to be sorry about. You've been doing so well, principessa. This doesn't ruin all of the progress you've made, okay?"

You nodded and sniffled, your eyes intently studying Damiano's hands as they finished bandaging your fresh cuts.

"There, how's that?" He asked, gently kissing the back of your hand.

"Thank you, Damiano." You smiled softly.

"Of course, baby." Damiano coaxed, pulling you into a hug and rubbing your back.

Your breaths were still shaky as you tried to calm down from the emotional high and crash from the past half an hour.

"Dami?" You asked, your voice low. You were still standing in the bathroom, lovingly being held to his chest.

"Yes?" He asked, leaning down to kiss your scalp again. You broke from the hug and looked up at Damiano.

"What am I supposed to do about tomorrow? Onstage?" You looked at your bandaged up wrists.

Damiano exhaled loudly, trying to think. "How about this?" He asked, almost to himself. He ducked out of the bathroom but returned quickly, holding his accessory options for the costumes onstage tomorrow.

The look for the upcoming show was a classic rock look. Black, white, leather, and spikes. It was rough and edgy, one of your favorite looks to wear onstage.

"You can wear my bracelets and I'll take your choker? Yeah? It'll be a little trade off. Nobody will know the difference."

He gingerly clapsed the black, spikey bracelets around your wrists. They covered your cuts and even made you feel a little extra rock n roll.

You smiled, poking your finger on the dull spikes that were made to look sharp, but not feel sharp. "Thank you, Damiano, seriously."

"Don't poke yourself." He grabbed your hand. "But don't worry about it. It's nothing." Damiano smiled softly. "I was jealous of that choker anyways." He added with a wink.

~~~~~

You tossed and turned almost all night. Your wrists stung with pain, though you knew you would feel that way. It always happened that way.

"Baby girl, why're you awake?" Damiano mumbled, his voice heavy and slurred with sleep.

"They hurt." You cried, feeling awful for waking him up.

Damiano shifted around and pulled you closer to him. "(Y/N), c'mere." He gently kissed your bandages and snuggled you close.

"I'm sorry to have woken you."

"No, no, you didn't." Damiano whispered. "I was having a weird dream." He grumbled as he kissed your neck.

"What about?" You asked, your back pressed against his chest.

Damiano laughed. "Merda, the concert went awfully."

You sighed. "You know that's impossible. We're going to be great."

"We always are." He snickered.

~~~~~

You took off your soiled bandages the next morning and simply covered your cuts with antibacterial cream and smaller bandages. Your wrists were covered by the sleeves of Damiano's oversized flannels.

"(Y/N)!" Vic called when you entered the kitchen. "Happy show day!" She wrapped you in a hug.

"Happy show day!" You laughed, almost completely forgetting about the searing pain under your hands.

Vic smiled at you again, but you could see her thoughts start to spin as she noticed your sleeves. It was hot as hell outside.

But suddenly it all made sense. Damiano rushing to the bathroom after you. You had been talking about the stress of current performances, and it soon enough became too much for you. You had fallen back into your unhealthy coping mechanisms.

Vic didn't want to start your morning on a bad note. She ignored it. She knew you and Dami had to have talked it out. She worried about what would happen onstage, since you were both set to be in tight, sleeveless corsets, however, she didn't voice her questions.

"Let's get this show on the road!" Thomas cheered, with Damiano and Ethan at his heels. Everyone was so excited for the performance tonight. Måneskin had sold out an entire stadium!

The entire band wrapped each other up in a hug. This was your guys' first sold out stadium!

"Okay, okay, let's eat! I want to cook!" Ethan called, scurrying into the kitchen and getting the ingredients for omelets from the refrigerator.

~~~~~

With your hunger satisfied by Ethan's delicious omelets, you were in a slightly better mood, still a little anxious for the huge show tonight.

"You good?" Damiano asked, poking into your dressing room.

"Yeah." You nodded, smiling at Damiano. He had a glowing cigarette between his teeth.

Damiano tilted his head away from you to exhale a cloud of smoke. "That's good." He grinned. "Let's see those hands."

You chuckled, dramatically extending your hands out to Damiano. He held both of your hands in his and kissed your knuckles. Damiano admired your many layered rings. His eyes scanned down your hand and landed on your wrists.

If he didn't know, he wouldn't have even questioned the black bracelets. The spiked effect matching the choker that he was now wearing.

"You look wonderful, (Y/N)." He kissed your head. "And I love you."

"I love you, too." You smiled back. "Let's go smash it."

You watched as Damiano took one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out.

The spiked choker around his neck bobbed against his skin as he swallowed. You swallowed hard, the sight of him in this amazing outfit making your heart run like a rollercoaster.

"The choker was a good move."

"I told you I was jealous of it!" He laughed.

~~~~~

WORD COUNT
969

Aw somewhat of a happy ending