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Endlessly

Summary: A beachy proposal, almost fit for a queen

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 705

A/N: Okay, so I clearly took a very long writting break, but to welcome me back I decided to do it with our favourite couple!

The summer air is warm against her skin, a soft breeze floating through the air. Italy is in full bloom, the villa covered in vibrant flowers. Victoria is standing beside her, hair flowing in the soft wind as she takes a sip of her wine. She turns to face Y/N, reaching out to adjust the strap on her shoulder. “Stai bene, Tesoro?”

She nods her head, turning her head to look at herself in the mirror. Her hair is tucked up into an intricate design, her face is flushed from the heat, almost masking the makeup she’s wearing. Her eyes travel down her body, taking in the dress sitting snug around her figure. She knows what’s happening today, much to everyone’s attempt to keep it a secret. She found the ring in Ethan's jacket a few weeks ago while she was cleaning, then when Victoria decided to have a girl's day followed by a trip to the beach with the boys, all her suspicions were confirmed.

Vic checks her phone before nodding her head in the direction of the door, “Let’s head down to the beach.”

Y/N nods her head, following behind the other girl. She takes in shaky breaths as they walk, trying to calm her nerves. The sun is starting to fall behind the water, casting out hues of oranges and pinks across the scene in front of her. As they near the water she can just make out the boys, the three of them standing close together, mumbling something she can’t quite make out. When they reach them, Damiano and Thomas move to stand beside Victoria as Ethan reaches out for Y/N’s hands.

He brushes a stray piece of hair out of the way of her face, running his fingers down the side of her face as he pulls away. “Amore, I have no words to describe my love for you. Not a single one in English or Italiano, but I know that my whole heart is yours, endlessly.”

He reaches into his pocket, pulls out that same box she found weeks ago and kneels down in front of her. She knew this was going to happen, but nothing could stop the tears that escaped her as he spoke. “Il mio amore, the gods have granted me one love in my life, you. I want to be yours forever, will you marry me?”

She nods her head, hands reaching up to wipe away the tears, “Yes, a thousand times yes.”

Cheers abrupt from the group behind them as Ethan reaches out to place the ring on her finger. He sweeps her into his arms, placing a soft kiss on her lips that takes her breath away. The sun sets as they walk back to the villa, casting a dark glow on their group. They reach the outdoor patio and both Victoria and Y/N gasp as they see how the space has been transformed. The table has been filled with delicious-looking foods, candles set all around basking the space in a fairytale glow.

The night quickly fills with drunken giggles as they sip on sweet wine, glorious food being passed around as they chat away until early the next morning. When everyone says their goodbyes, Ethan grabs Y/N’s hand and pulls her back towards the beach. “Let’s watch the sunrise, amore.”

She nods, wrapping her arm around his. They walk in silence down the sand, letting the early morning chill wash away the warmth from the wine. They stop by a covered section, sitting down together just as the sun starts peeking over the water. Ethan turns to look at her, “You knew, didn’t you?”

She looks away shyly, “Yes. I’m sorry, I found the ring a few weeks ago when we were back in London. I didn’t want to ruin the surprise.”

He shakes his head, “No, no. It’s okay. The night still ended in the perfect way, with you as my fiance.”

She laughs, moving so he can wrap his arms around her. They sway silently as he hums in her ear, the sun starting to rise in the distance. It wasn’t the picture-perfect fairytale night she was hoping for, but it was pretty damn close.

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Yesterday

Summary: A moment alone on a balcony and being grateful that today is a new day

Warnings: A few swears, a kiss, not much tbh

Word Count: 1500

A/N: So, I took a break. But I'm back. Life has been hell and the only time I can find myself happy is when I'm writing. As always, likes, reblogs and feedback is always appreciated!

“I love you”

She knows that if she had heard those words yesterday, she would have been thrilled, and would have deemed it the best day ever. She would have been happy and smiling because he finally, finally said them. But today is not yesterday and things have changed.

“I wish you were saying those words because you mean them, and not because you're scared of me leaving.”

She grabs her bag from the chair beside her and makes her way to the door, refusing to turn back and look at him as he yells out her name. She makes it half way down the street before the tears start falling. She’s not necessarily sad at the circumstance, more angry that she let this go on for as long as it did. She’s caught him cheating more times than she can count, been stood up for dates and before today, never heard those three words leave his mouth in the almost year they’ve been together.

But none of that matters now, she’s left him for good and she won’t be going back.

The first thing she does when she gets home is grab everything that belonged to or reminded her of him and throws it into a box. Then, she grabs a bottle of wine and plops herself down on the couch to drink away her sorrows. She pulls out her phone and dials the only number worth remembering. It rings once, then twice, and she’s afraid he won’t answer, but halfway through the third ring the call connects.

She doesn’t leave him anytime to greet her, jumping straight to the point, “I finally fucking did it!”

He chuckles into the phone, “Finally had sex, did you?” He jokes.

“I’ll have you know that I am far past that milestone, Dami. I finally dumped my duche of a boyfriend!”

She hears him let out a string of yells, very enthusiastically telling her how happy he is to finally hear that. He, and even the rest of the band, have been telling her to do it for months now. Not that they didn’t like the guy in the beginning, but after he stood her up on her birthday and she came home to him in bed with someone else, they’d had enough.

“Well, this deserves a celebration. Dinner tonight, Vic will bring wine, Ethan and I can cook, Thomas can pick up a cake!”

She laughs at his enthusiasm, but agrees nonetheless.

After hanging up the phone she heads into her room to get ready. It’s just dinner with her friends, but she’s in the mood to look good tonight, so she grabs out one of her favourite dresses and a pair of flats. She’s ready and out the door in under an hour, stopping to pick up some fresh flowers before making her way to Damiano’s apartment.

It’s a nice evening, not too hot and not too cold, the sun at that perfect spot in the sky. She feels good, not at all like how she thought she’d feel. She loved him, but she’s not sure she was in love with him, and she’s glad that she feels no sorrow for closing that chapter in her life.

She arrives at his apartment, shooting him a text to buzz her in and when she enters she’s immediately wrapped in Victoria's arms. “Ah, amore! So good to see you! Come in, let’s drink!”

She giggles at the greeting, always loving how enthusiastic Victoria is when they see each other. She graciously accepts a glass from Thomas, downing the sweet wine in almost one sip. He chuckles at her actions and refills her glass before she has a chance to put it down. She hears the sound of dishes in the kitchen and makes her way over to the two boys cooking. “Buonasera. It smells wonderful in here.”

She hops up on one of the counters, placing her glass beside her, and is met with a round of protests, “Counters are for glasses, not asses miss!” Ethan yells at her.

She giggles but stays put, pointing to her glass beside her, “Ah, but my glass is on the counter.”

He shoots her a glare, but she can see the laugh he’s trying to hide as he turns to continue cooking. Damiano comes to stand in between her legs, wrapping his arms around her in a comforting hug. “How are you mi amore? You okay?”

His voice has a hint of worry laced in it, but she nods her head. “It was a long time coming. I’d mentally done it, just hadn’t physically done it yet. I’ve felt single for months now, and he’s sure been acting like it for longer.”

Damiano moves so he’s standing beside her, keeping an arm wrapped around her shoulder, “Well, good riddance!”

She lets out a snort and the two boys begin to laugh, drawing the attention of the other two who walk into the kitchen a moment later.

The night flies by in a flurry of wine and laughter. They enjoy a lovely meal of pasta and chicken, the best salad she’s ever had and an array of cheeses and fruits. They catch each other up on all of the things that’s been going on in their personal lives, and a toast to new beginnings. Thomas brings out a lovely cake with the words “fuck romance” inscribed on top and they forgo dishing it out, everyone grabbing a fork and digging in.

It quickly turns into a drunken mess, Victoria tripping over Ethans legs and dropping cake into his hair. He in turn picks up some frosting and wipes it on her face. Thomas laughs and is met with a glob thrown at him. It’s utter chaos. She turns to get away before she can be brought into the food fight, but Damiano is quick to grab her around the waist and pull her back to the group, shoving a handful of the sweet dessert in her face.

Soon, they are all covered in frosting, giggling like mad men. The dining room is a mess and somehow there is pasta sticking to the walls, and when it’s pointed out they all burst into another fit of laughter. Ethan is quick to take on the roll of housekeeper, moving to the kitchen to collect the cleaning supplies. Victoria and Thomas follow him, clearing dishes and whipping down the walls. Damiano lets them be, knowing they’ll return his apartment to its previous state.

She watches for a moment, before disappearing down the hall to steal a quick shower, not wanting to walk home with frosting crusted in her hair. When she immerges, everything is back to the way it was when she arrived, but the rest of the band is missing. Damiano is lounging out on the balcony, a cigarette between his lips and a coffee beside him.

“Hey,” she says quietly.

“Hey. Wondered where you snuck off to.”

She smiles shyly, taking a seat beside him. “Wanted to rinse the cake out of my hair before I walked home.”

He nods at her, returning to taking small drags from his cigarette. He offers it to her and she graciously accepts it, letting the smoke envelope her lungs in a warm hug. She sighs into the night, knowing she should go home but not wanting to leave. He turns to look at her and it’s like he’s seeing her in a new light.

He’s always felt something towards the young girl, ever since they met back in school, but now it feels different. There’s a feeling brewing in his chest, something he can’t quite place. She turns to look at him then, catching him in his staring act. “What’s going on in that head of yours, Dami?”

“Too many things.”

She nods, knowing exactly what he means. Her head is filled with thoughts, too. There’s a cool breeze that floats around them, raising goosebumps on her arms. Damiano notices and moves to wrap his arms around her, rubbing his hands along her bare arms. They stand like that for a moment, his head buried in her neck, arms wrapped around her.

She’s sure he can hear the beating of her heart, a rapid thumping in her chest. She hasn’t been this close to him in a while, not with the freedom she has now. Ever so slowly, she turns around in his arms until she’s face-to-face with him. Their eyes lock and he leans his forehead down to be touching hers.It would only take a breath for her to be kissing him. Before the thought has even fully crossed her mind, he’s leaning in.

A soft brush of lips, a shot of electricity shooting through her at the contact. He pulls away first, one hand tangled in her hair, the other resting on her hip.

“I love you,” He whispers, and she’s never been more thankful that today isn’t yesterday.

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Måneskin Gradient:

 Damiano David in White 

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I had to zoom in on all of them

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Gucci as it should

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MÅNESKIN FOR GUCCI ARIA (2021) Capturing the revolutionary and joyful impetus of eros, the multi-platinum selling band Måneskin was personally chosen by Alessandro Michele to appear in the new campaign. The Italian band atop global charts with more than 3.2 billion total streams on all the digital platforms—that also won this year’s Eurovision Song Contest—feature in images from the campaign wearing key looks and accessories from the collection, the first to debut in Gucci’s centenary year.

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Ethan with his hair in a bun

I still find it hard to believe that Ethan Torchio is real😫

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Ethan reading smut about himself and handing it back with suggestions, notes and ideas, only to improve this masterpiece about him being the kinkiest mf alive

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i see a pattern…

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MÅNESKIN - Live on Вечерний Ургант, 3rd September 2021

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