Måneskin imagines --(fem reader)

ETHAN - sick

A/N:
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In this story, Ethan comes home to find you with chickenpox. You might not look the best right now with chickenpox, but Ethan doesn't seem to care :)

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"Darling, I'm back! Where are you, y/n?" sang Ethan as he walked around our house. The past week he had been busy with stuff regarding his band, so he didn't return home for a few days.

Hearing Ethan's voice, I sat up quickly to search for my boyfriend. However, this sudden motion sent my head spinning, and that's when I realized how cold and weak my limbs felt. I reached out to peel my blanket off of my body, and I noticed a few weird red spots coating the back of my hand.

"Y/n?" Ethan's footsteps became louder as he approached our bedroom. Seconds later, I saw his head poke in from behind the bedroom door. Just as he saw me, a scream shot out from his mouth "Y/N! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE?"

"What?" Scared out of my mind, I fumbled for my phone, and turned on the front camera.

Immediately, on my screen, the image of a confused girl appeared. Multiple red spots covered her face, down to her neck and collarbones. My hand covered my mouth in shock, and the girl on my phone mirrored my actions. At this moment only one word came to my mind.

"Chickenpox." Ethan whispered in a barely audible voice.

"I...I have chickenpox," I stammered, not able to take the information in. "What am I going to do? I look absolutely hideous right now!" I peeked at my reflection on the phone again. The sight of my face repulsed me, causing a slight wave of nausea to wash over me.

My gaze fell on Ethan. An even bigger worry formed in my head.
"Don't come near me! I don't want you to catch it as well!" I cried at my boyfriend. Scared and disgusted at myself, tears welled up in my eyes, and a sob forced its way out my dry throat.

"Shhh, darling, don't worry now," Ethan said slowly, keeping his usual calm composure. He walked towards me, and patted my head gently to comfort me. "I've caught chickenpox before, so I'm immune to it now. You just calm down a little bit, and I'll bring you breakfast in bed. Sounds good?" His gentle tone instantly made me feel more at peace. I nodded obediently at him, and he left to prepare breakfast.

A moment later, a smiling Ethan walked in the room, a bowl of oatmeal in hand. He passed it to me, then took out a cold wet towel from the bathroom and started dabbing it on the rash on my face gently, as if I was made of glass. I looked down on my bowl of oatmeal, and was delighted to see that there were various types of dried fruit on it.

"Glad to see you remembered that I don't like to eat plain oatmeal," I beamed at my boyfriend, who was now moving on to cleaning my arms and legs.
"Everything for my lady." He looked up from cleaning for a second, just to give me a small reassuring smile. God, I love that man so much.

I opened my phone and connected my spotify to our speakers. I hit shuffle on my playlists, and "Sweet" by Cigarettes after Sex played from the speakers.

Soft guitar sounds floated around Ethan and I, as he stood up and put away his towel, and held up a side of the blanket so he could snuggle in next to me. To thank him, I shoved a spoonful of oatmeal and dried fruit in his mouth, making him smile again.

"You know, y/n, even though you have chickenpox, you're still the prettiest girl I've ever seen. Never feel ashamed of what you can't control, y/n." Ethan whispered in my ears while I laid my head on his shoulders. Hearing his words, my heart swelled with so much love that it felt like it could burst.

"It's so sweet, knowing that you love me, though we don't need to say it to each other, sweet," the lyrics rang out from the speakers.

Sitting there on the bed, next to Ethan, it really was the sweetest thing ever. Oh, how I wish I could capture this moment and never let it end.

"Knowing that I love you, and running my fingers through your hair, It's so sweet."

At this lyric, I absent-mindedly ran my fingers through Ethan's hair, enjoying the smoothness of it. He only pulled me closer, and I felt my eyelids get heavier and heavier from the warmth of his body. The worry of having chickenpox had long disappeared, while I slowly but surely, drifted asleep.

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if my future partner doesn't do this for me i wouldn't want them

btw my next Damiano imagine is gonna have two parts, so stay tuned for both part 1 and 2!

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