Be My Slave (Måneskin Fanfiction // Damiano Victoria Ethan Thomas)

number 50: make-up

Hi! We are down to either last 10 or last 20 chapters depending on the whole plot. I don't want to let them go but I also don't want to make this fan fiction too long to a point where it gets boring.

I can always write other fan fictions about them but I'll miss my baby June ngl. She is the first main character that I wrote who I actually like lmao. I usually hate my main characters.

Also for the next fiction we are down to three. A be my slave spin off, a Vic fan fiction and an Ethan fan fiction. Maybe I can write the be my slave spin off along with one from the other two because I feel like I won't have much to write to the spin off. It could be a short fiction for Ethan and Thomas and I may leave it uncompleted to come back and write once in a while as I miss them. For like epilogues and special chapters or so? Does that make sense?

I feel like this fiction will be completed in less than a week so I'm trying to make future plans lol.

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The next morning I woke up early to get ready. To get ready to talk to him. I wore wide leg black pants and a mesh top. I took a deep breath before leaving my apartment.

I ran into him on my way to their house. It was a funny coincidence but I wasn't very surprised either. I could sense that he also wanted to talk. I smiled at him calmly and said,

"Hi." I was keeping my distance and so was he. He smiled back and kissed my cheek very very softly and he stepped away immediately, not getting our bodies too close.

We didn't want to go to a cafe or to any of our houses so we sat down on the sidewalk. This kinda had became our tradition. Whenever one of us was feeling down, sidewalk talks were always there to help. I lit us both cigarettes. He gladly took it.

"I'm sorry," was the first thing he said. "I should've asked you first."

I cleared my throat. I wanted to say 'you should've' but I already could that he was hurt so I kept my silence. He already looked guilty and I knew he felt guilty. I didn't need to push it further.

"I should've keep calm before storming out," I accepted my fault as well. I could see it was hard for him to talk so I made myself in charge.

"I want to go with you Damiano,"  I said and I witness the relief in his eyes. "I truly do. It's just that I know this is how my life will be forever. I always will face with a decision and my choice will always be you. I just wanted you to see that. I wanted you to know that I would choose you anyway so I expected you to let me make the decision."

He breathed out. He looked at me with a broken smile.

"I was a prick. I was just scared to be without you. Normally I would leave the decision to you regardless of the answer, you know? Forcing you to stay with me is worse than being without you. "

I smiled back at him. We were still terrified of our future. But I was glad we could openly talk about it. About everything.

"June," he broke the silence. I pulled my eyes away from the ground and looked back at him. He continued once our eyes were met. "I never ever would underestimate you, nor your talents. Like I said, I was scared and I talked without thinking. Shouldn't have done that."

I had appreciated that he had said these but I knew I wasn't talented. About anything.

"Damiano it's okay. I know that I'm not as successful as you and I never will be. I don't know what I'm passionate about, I wanted the job just to make money, not for a career."

He looked at me sympathetically. "June you are the most confident person I've met. You make strong decisions, you take risks that never fail you. Whatever you do, you'll be successful."

This was all I needed. His support. I felt like if he is with me, I could concur the world. I smiled at him one more time. He put his arm around my shoulders and he pulled me to his chest. He kissed my head and smelled my hair.

"I missed you," he whispered.

"I missed you too," I replied.

Future was still uncertain. It was still a black whole that could destroy both of us. But I knew I could face it, when he was with me.

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We went to their apartment after spending a little more time on the sidewalk. Once we arrived , I saw Vic had solved her problems with Ethan and Thomas too. Everything had went back to normal.

It always did.

And deep down, I knew it always would.

"Ethan fuck off," I heard Vic say in Italian. "I'm not going to translate that."

Ethan dropped his shoulders. He looked upset. He curled his lips and dragged his feet near us. He hold the phone in his hand to Damiano's face.

"What do these messages say?" he asked Damiano. Damiano took the phone and started to scroll. He had started to smirk as he scrolled. He laughed when he was finished. He didn't translate anything to him though.

Ethan looked at me this time. "June you can translate. What does 'rail me' mean? Maneskin Whores wants us to 'rail them'."

I laughed loudly to his face. He looked confused. I asked another question before answering his.

"Who are Maneskin Whores?"

He smiled proudly. "I don't know. Some people added us to a group chat on instagram and they talk non-stop. I can't understand everything they are saying though." He curled his lips again. I laughed at him and walked in to the living room to sit down. Damiano sat down beside me and we curled up again.

"Baby come here, I'll help," Thomas called Ethan. Ethan went near him excitedly and they sat down on the floor. As funny as it is, they tried to translate every message from the group. They used fucking google translate for most of them. After an hour in, I felt sorry for them and went near them to help. Ethan kissed my cheek and said, "You're the best."

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Hi... It's us. We are the Maneskin Whores.

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