TO BE ALONE: a series of måneskin oneshots

rock can't roll on an empty stomach (måneskin)

TW: ED
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Dami's sister, dating Ethan

It was late at night in the Måneskin house. You could still hear Ethan rehearsing, even though you and the rest of the band had officially quit their rehearsals nearly an hour ago. By the muffled sounds bleeding through the floorboards from the basement studio, you guessed he was rehearsing IN NOME DEL PADRE.

You sat back in your chair, staring at the empty plate beside you. You didn't mean to finish your entire plate of dinner, but you did. 

You hadn't done that in a long time.

Switching glances over to Damiano, Thomas, and Victoria, who were all far off in a conversation, you smiled gently. You called that you'd be over in just a moment. 

"Take your time!" Vic called back. 

You stood and grabbed your plate, hurrying to discard the completely empty plate. 

"Hey." Damiano spoke, making you jump out of surprise, nearly dropping your plate entirely. 

"Cazzo, you scared me." You giggled. 

Damiamo smiled softly, and you could tell that he knew what you were actually nervous about. "You don't have to hide anything from us, yeah? I'm proud you ate." He pulled you into a side hug and kissed your cheek. "Why don't you come back with us?"

"Yeah." You shrugged. "I'm going to go see Ethan first." 

Damiano nodded, adding that he'd be back in the living room when you returned. You nodded and headed downstairs to the rehearsal studio. 

You stood in the rehearsal room doorway and admired Ethan's drumming. He is so endlessly talented and always impressing you.

"Hey, (Y/N)." Ethan beamed once he finally caught sight of you. He rose from his drumset and hugged you. "How's it going?" 

"It's okay." You sighed, tensing under his hold. 

Ethan kissed your head. "What's wrong? You were all tense at rehearsal today, too. C'mere." He lead you to sit on the chair adjacent to the stool behind his drumset.

You pulled at the skin on your collarbone; your anxious tell. "It's nothing, E, really, I'm just so tired."

Ethan frowned. "Bambina, you know that I know you much better than that." 

You sighed, lowering your hand from your neck as Ethan's eyes shot daggers into yours. "I don't want you to worry." 

"I'll always worry." Ethan kissed the top of your head. "It's my job to protect you, yeah? What's got you all upset?" 

You took a deep breath as Ethan pulled you into his lap. You nuzzled your nose into Ethan's neck, taking in his comforting scent. "It's the costumes. You saw them!"

Ethan frowned. "What about them? You and Vic both looked great!" 

"Vic looked great." You corrected him. 

Ethan's frown only deepened in concern. "You both looked lovely. Why do you think otherwise?" 

You looked up to Ethan with puppydog eyes. He knew. 

"Oh." He sighed softly. "Hey, you still tired? Do you want to nap? I can get you all snuggled up down here and tell the band you were sleepy." He offered with a curt smile. 

You mirrored the simple smile. "That sounds great. Would you really?" 

"Of course." Ethan retrieved his hoodie from where he had draped it over a chair mid-rehearsal. "Snuggle up, I'll be back in just a few."