TO BE ALONE: a series of måneskin oneshots

screaming and fighting (d.d.)

Bad night means good story?

"I don't get why you think you can act like that!" You shouted, throwing your hands up in the air.

You could barely stand to look at Damiano. You were seething with anger, and the small amount of alcohol in your system, probably wasn't helping.

Damiano wasn't drunk either, just a few drinks tipsy, as you were. His makeup, however, was caking and cracking off from all the wear and tear from the day's work.

"You're fucking unbelievable!" Damiano retorted, reaching into the liquor cabinet for a bottle of bourbon and a glass. "She bought me a drink. She was being nice!"

"Nice?" You scoffed, following him into the kitchen. "You think that's just being nice? Please she was practically asking for you to take her home!"

Damiano sipped from his full cup, shaking his head. "And maybe you need to get used to the fact that things like that come with being in a band!" He slammed his glass down, having drank most of the bourbon he had poured in one sip.

You took the glass off the counter and downed the other half. "You don't need anymore to drink." You snapped.

"Oh, like you do either?" Damiano was appalled at your behavior. As if men hadn't thrown themselves at you after gigs before!?

Damiano pushed past you, shoulder-checking you on the way out.

"Don't you dare leave. We aren't done here." You snapped, slamming the glass back down so hard that tomorrow you would check for any broken glass on the floor.

This made Damiano freeze in his spot. He turned on his heels and shot daggers into your eyes. "Don't you tell me what to and what not to do."

You just glared right back at him. "Fine. Then go. Leave. Go fuck that girl from the party, if you want." You snarked.

Damiano charged towards you, you almost saw tears brimming in his eyes. "I don't want to fuck that girl from the party, how can I make that any more clear to you?!" He screamed the loudest he had all night.

"Don't accept the fucking drinks she gives you, it's not that fucking hard!" You matched his tone in your response.

Damiano ran his tongue over his teeth, shaking his head. His jaw tensed like it always did when he was angry. You hadn't seen him angry much, but when he did get this angry, it was a sight to see.

"It is taking everything in me right now..." Damiano started, his voice trembling with anger.

"To what?" You sassed back, at this point, not caring that you were pushing the wrong buttons. "Hit me?" You scoffed, knowing that Damiano would never do such a thing.

Damiano was still shaking his head as if he was trying to carefully select his next words.

Tears filled your eyes as you watched your boyfriend tremble in anger. You had no idea what he was thinking. Hell, you had no idea what you were thinking.

You angrily pushed the falling tears off your face. "Fucking hit me. Do it." You dared him, just to fight back, but for a split second, you worried about the damage his ornate rings would to do your skin, if he really were to hit you.

"Why the fuck would you say that?!" He spoke, his voice somewhere between a yell and a stage projection.

This knocked both of you stone cold sober. You stood frozen in your spot. The distance between you two never felt so large.

"I..." You started, but nothing else came from your mouth.

"(Y/N)..." Damiano began, slowly approaching you. You didn't really think he'd hit you, did you?

"Don't touch me." You tensed into yourself and pushed past him, grabbing the coat you had discarded on your way out.

You left Damiano alone with a slam of the door. He stared at the door, the floor, and the empty glass on the table. It had gotten chipped.

What the fuck just happened?

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674

so sorry this is sloppy!!! I had quite the night! Hope you like it though!