TO BE ALONE: a series of måneskin oneshots

rough night

PREFERENCE: your mind is a scary place sometimes, especially like tonight, when you're terribly anxious

TW: self harm

Damiano would lay on the opposite side of you in bed, obstructing your view of anything in the bedroom that could hurt you: scissors, curling iron that reaches 410°, hand mirror, etc. He'd snuggle you close and let you trace his tattoos. To busy your mind, he'd tell you every story that went along with every single tattoo -- where he was, what artist did it, if he was drunk, who he was with, where the idea came from, etc. Your favorite story was that of the cupid tattoos on his back: he told you that he had gotten incredibly nervous before a show and decided to nap off his racing heart. Apparently, he had dreamt up the design during that night and got the tattoos immediately after the show. You had never heard that story before.

Thomas would subtly hide all of the potentially dangerous things. He'd tuck the scissors into a pencil case, put the curling iron in the bathroom and distract you by showing you the guitar riff he came up with that day in rehearsal. Thomas would tell you that nobody in the band liked it when he pitched it to them, but he promises "it's actually really cool" and "they just haven't come around yet." It is a, dare you say, eccentric riff, and you can see where the band had come up with their distaste for it, but you hoped that they would make a cool song out of it. Like how everyone initially hated I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE when Dami had the idea. Thomas would strum you to sleep with his favorite guitar.

Ethan would be the best at listening. He'd let you tell him every racing thought that zipped through your mind, no matter how dark, twisted, or completely unreasonable they were. He'd let you paint his nails to keep your hands busy. Ethan would offer to let you pick any color you wanted, but would quickly realize decision making, even small ones, were hard when you were fighting off such vile urges. He chooses a black nail polish, his staple. He'd kiss your forehead every now and again, but would respect your space. The kisses would come between racing thoughts and he'd always remind you that he was there.

Vic would insist on a Netflix night and letting you call all the shots. She'd sit through the entire season of Hollywood on Netflix, as it is your comfort show, and agree when you say that "Darren Criss is so hot," even though she doesn't really agree. Between episodes, she'd update you on whats going on in the band, show you sneak peeks of some new costumes. During an episode, she'd pull you to her side and braid your hair. She'd give you her blanket when you inevitably fall asleep on the couch, and she'd spend the night to make sure you were safe.