~ damiano david imagines ~

tattoos

me and damiano were having a typical date night, both of us in pajamas, laying in bed together watching måneskin interviews while eating snacks, (usually watermelon)

i of course was the big spoon and damiano, who looked like a big dominant man truly was a softie behind closed doors, i snapped a quick picture and saved it to my camera roll before returning my hand to the whiney baby boy, continuing to play with his hair,

we were watching an old video from when Nikkie did damiano's makeup, i took notice to the fact he only had a couple tattoos on his chest as opposed to now,

"look at you so pretty, bare chest.. blank canvas.." i hummed and continued to play with his hair..

"you don't like my tattoos?" he said not looking up from the open laptop in front of us,

"well.." i said trying to cover up the fact..

"oh.." he sighed..

"i do like them they're just.. a lot.." i sighed and started rubbing his back,

"what do you mean?" he questioned,

"i don't know it's just.. they take up all this beautiful space.. and i just.." i stopped myself from continuing, not wanting to start something that would stress the both of us out,

"you just?" he looked up at me now.. a slight glossy tint to his eyes, i didn't want him to cry so i just told him to drop it..

"nothing bambino, just drop it ok?" i patted his head to which he promptly turned around,

"is it the cats..? the dragon? what is it baby tell me please" he pleaded.. attempting to pry the information out of me..

"i hate the cats." i said blankly, i didn't expect myself to say it..

"why?" he said looking at me with now extremely watery eyes, i grabbed a tissue off the nightstand and stuck it in the corners of his eyes,

"i don't know.. i just.. i don't like them ok, but it doesn't mean i don't love you or the meaning or anything.. i just don't love the look," i sighed and threw out the tissue, now giving up on trying to prevent him from crying.

"i just don't understand why, you love tattoos," he paused the interview now, turning around to face me and sitting up, out of my arms,

"dami drop it please, it doesn't matter." i said and unpaused the interview attempting to reconcile the night,

"it matters to me!" he yelped out shutting the laptop,

"fine you really want to know?" i threw the blankets off myself leaving him in his place, i grabbed a couple of photos off of the board on our wall, i brought them over to him and handed them to him without saying anything..

"what is this?" he said scanning the pictures for answers.

"us, before we grew up and all these crazy things happened to us! before we became people who couldn't go outside without being ambushed by paparazzis! before we became people who received death threats just for loving each other damiano! for gods sake can't you realize?! i don't like the tattoos not only because i don't like the design but because they're a reminder we aren't normal people! and we can't be a normal couple! it's a reminder that our idea of date night is sitting in sweats watching interviews of ourselves rather than going to a fancy restaurant and drinking expensive booze! because we don't get to do that! your tattoos are a reminder that we don't get to be kids anymore damiano!"

my voice broke and i felt tears rush down my face as i threw myself back onto the bed, for the first time of the night i was the little spoon as damiano pulled me into a tight hug,