- I know right! And they only gave you sixth place. Well, I don't think it's fair.
- Oooh, Eurovision fever is back again, I see!
- Oh c'mon, father, don't say that!
- Then you won't like the surprise I have for you.
- Wait what? A surprise? For me?
- Yes yes, the great Ermal Meta has fixed you...
- Tell me!
- Backstage tickets at Sanremo!
- Oh. My. God. I think I'm going to pass out. What the fuck? This is all I've ever wanted!
He gave me a very sweet hug, and told me he'd love me forever and he'd always liked preparing surprises for me.
...
- Are you ready? Tonight is the night!
- No, I'm actually not. I don't know what to wear, and I don't even know who my favorite is yet. AHHHHH!
...
I was entering into La Ragazza Dolcezza, my favourite café, when I was stopped by a man. I took a second to check him out. He had long, black hair, dark brown eyes, and was wearing Docs, a white blouse of some kind and wide, leather trousers.
- A nice girl like you shouldn't be here alone, right? Let me treat you to a drink.
- Fine. But don't make it take too long. My dads are waiting outside.
- Your dads?
- Yes, I have two of them.
- Cool. What do you want?
- A Bacardi Lemon, please.
- I'll take a Wodka-Cola.
...
- What is your name?
- Coraline.
- Nice. Mine's Ethan.
- Is it possible that I know you from somewhere?
- Could be.
- Have you been on television?
- Yes, I have. I'm in a band actually.
- Oh, I know! You're from Sons of Rome!
- No, I'm not, actually. My band is named Måneskin.
- No way! Not the Måneskin that's in Sanremo?
- Yes, the one that is. Why are you so excited about it?
- One. Eurovision is my passiooooon. And two. I have backstage tickets.
- How did you get those? They weren't even on sale!
- My dad got me them!
- Your dad must be famous then.
- Well, he is. It's Ermal Meta. And Fabrizio Moro is my other dad.
- No way! Well, see you in the final of Sanremo tonight!
- Yeah! See ya tonight!
When I tried to step forward, I slipped over some kind of thing on the floor and fell down.
- Are you hurt?
- Nah, I'm fine. I'm a woman. Well, kind of. I know how to defend myself.
- But your arm is completely injured! You're not alright.
- Oh, that's eh, well...
Shit. How am I going to tell him it's from myself? Plus, I already hinted I'm not a full woman! I've only known this guy for like - twenty minutes?
- Hello? Earth to Coraline?
- Yes? What is it?
- I know what you did. I won't let anybody do that you again. Let me walk you to your dads.
- Okay.
...
- Well, Cora, who's this? Your new lover?
- Oh c'mon father! He's with us!
Ethan decided to speak up to my dad.
- Ethan Torchio. Nice to meet you!
- No way! Not the Ethan Torchio! I suppose my daughter already told you about the Sanremo tickets?
- Yeah, she has.
- Okay then. We're having a little - erm ... Problem today. We actually forgot we have a meeting tonight and can't go to the concert with our car.
He's not asking him to- Oh my god.
- I'm fine with that. But you decide, Coraline.
- Oh we, I'd like to meet your friends, so I'll give it a yes. You have the tickets with you, poppa?
- Yes, they're here.
He handed me two white pieces of paper with a qr code on them.
- Two? Don't you have a meeting tonight?
- Surprise! Haha, no, I forgot. You can choose which one, I guess.
- Okay, cool.
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Coraline (Ethan x reader)
Fanfiction~ But Coraline doesn't wanna eat no. Yes, Coraline would like to disappear! And Coraline cries, Coraline has anxiety,... ~ ~ You'll come back to me looking tired. You'll come back to me with cuts on your wrists. ~ Coraline has never really loved her...
