Måneskin One Shots/Imagines - fluff only

I'm here, you're safe - Thomas Raggi

‼️TW: Depressions and self harm‼️

Context: You're a Singer and the pre-act of Måneskin at their current Tour. You're also Thomas' Girlfriend and you struggle with depressions and self-harm for a while and it gets worse when you read an article about how bad you are of a Singer. Your Name is Mariella Alexandra Russo.

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Mariella's POV:

I just got back home from our performance in Berlin. We have another show tomorrow about an hour away from Berlin, so we got to stay in the Hotel tonight. Thomas had a meeting with the Band after the show so he should be back in about an hour.

I'm just laying on the Hotel bed, waiting for Thomas to come back and scrolling through Instagram, when I find an article. I decide to click on it and it's labeled 'Why Mariella Alexandra Russo is the worst Singer and choice for Måneskin's pre-act!'

My heart drops at the title. I continue to read the article because I want to know what they think of me. They say how I can't sing and that i'm the least liked singer in Europe. I always knew I wasn't as popular or as good a singer as others, but Thomas and the others always reassured me about it.

I've always been really insecure, and all of them know that, so they would help answer questions during interviews. Or they would help me during my set's by just standing on the side and supporting me with a thumbs up.

They are always so great to me and I have no idea what I would do without them, Thomas especially. He always comforts me on my low days and is always my biggest supporter.

I just kept on scrolling through the article, taking in every single mean comment or 'piece of evidence' they had. It brought tears to my eyes at how other people felt about me. I knew I wasn't the best, but I didn't think I was this awful.

Once I can't take anymore of reading it, I throw my phone to the floor and start sobbing. I bring my knees to my chest and rock back in forth. The voices in my head have never been so loud.

I have experience with depression, but ever since I got to know the band and started dating Thomas it's gotten better. Knowing that other people people think about me the same way I do is heartbreaking.

The voices run through my head as I pace the room, not really sure what to do.

'You're worthless. What they're saying is true. Just cut the skin. It'll make you feel better. Just do it.'

I was crying and shaking. I've been down that road before and I've worked so hard to come back from it but it was just too much for me. So I gave in and went to the Bathroom, taking the razor out and just did it. It felt good in the second I did it, but as soon as I was done, I felt guilt and disgust all over me.

Why did I gave in? Why did I even do it? Why was it so hard to just stay strong for once? Oh god, Thomas will be so disappointed when he'll notice.

I fall to the ground as I shake my head to try to get rid of the voices. I cover my ears with my hands to try to quiet them but it's no use. Breathing is starting to get really hard. I'm sensing a panic attack coming on and i'm probably gonna pass out. It wouldn't be the worst thing right now actually.

I don't realize Thomas is back until two strong arms are wrapped around me. I'm brought into a hard chest and I instantly melt into it.

"Shhh, Bambina, it's alright. You're okay. I need you to breathe for me. Just breathe, you're safe." Thomas' comforting voice whispers into my ear as I sob into his chest. I breathe in his smell and it slowly calms me down.

"That's it Amore. Just breathe. I've got you, okay? I'm here, you're safe." Thomas continues to whisper soothing words into my ear as I begin to calm down. I couldn't process words, so I just squeezed Thomas' arm to let him know that I was okay.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I just shook my head that was buried in his chest. I didn't really want to talk about it even if I knew it would help. „You know, you don't have to, I don't want you to feel like you have to, but wouldn't it be better if you do? Want to help you Bambina, but I can't help you, when you don't tell me what's going on. Please talk to me Alex, mi Amore." He said this in such a sweet loving voice that I couldn't resist it. I lifted my head from his shoulder and pointed to the couch.

Thomas got the message and lifted me up and walked over to the couch. „Now, before you tell me what's going on, we need to clean your wounds, okay Bambina?" I just nodded, sniffing my nose with teary eyes. So he went and got some disinfectants and bandages. After he cleaned and bandaged my wounds, he sat down and set me on his lap. I instantly snuggled into his chest.

"Whenever you're ready, baby." I always admired how Thomas was so patient with me. He never pressured me into things or rushed me to talk.

"I-I was scrolling through Instagram a-and found an article titled 'Why Mariella Alexandra Russo is the worst Singer and choice for Måneskin's pre-act!' I c-clicked on it  land started to read it. The whole thing was about how I c-couldn't sing and that I was the l-least liked singer in Europe."

"Bambina—" Thomas was then cut off by me.

"Let me finish, please. I always thought those things about myself so it hurt to know that other p-people felt the same way as i do. I cried for a while and then the voices came. I got really scared and started panicking and I couldn't hold it anymore, so I-I cut a-again. I was just wishing I would p-pass out already." Tears started welling up in my eyes again from the thought of everything that has happened in the past and just now.

"Oh, Bambina" Thomas brings me into his chest as I start to sob. He rubs comforting circles in my back as I breakdown.

"I-I'm s-sorry." I rasp out.

„Mariella, Amore, you have nothing to be sorry for. All those people are wrong. You are such an amazing Singer and it would be so boring on Tour without you. You bring life to the group, and you can sing so well. The guys and I could never top your voice. You're better then you know and I'll reassure you everyday till you realize just how special you are. And if other people can't realize how great of a person you are, that's their loss. Don't let them bring you down."

I broke down all over again. Thomas had such sincerity and kindness and love in his voice that I was overwhelmed. I can't believe how lucky I got to have Thomas. I know Thomas would always be there for me. Through tick and thin.

"T-thank you, s-so much." I whisper as my sobs die down to just sniffles.

"No need to thank me Bambina. This is what i'm here for. To reassure you and comfort you. I love you so much and the world would be so much less bright and amazing without you in it. And if you need help remembering, i'll be right by your side to tell you it over and over again." I took my head slowly out of his shoulder to look into his eyes. They held nothing but love and kindness.

"I love you too and thank you. I don't know what I would do without you." I whispered. My voice was very hoarse and raspy for crying so much. I let out a small yawn and hear Thomas chuckle. My cheeks flush red and I bury my head back into the crook of his neck.

"Don't be embarrassed Bambina. Are you sleepy?" Thomas asked with a playful smirk in his face. I couldn't see the smirk but I could hear it in his voice. I shyly nodded my head.

He lifts me up so we can get ready for bed. We both got changed into our pajamas. Mine consisting of one of Thomas' sweatshirts and sweatpants, which were both swallowing me, and Thomas in just his black boxers. We both go into the bathroom to brush our teeth and then lay down in bed. Thomas spoons me from behind as I clutch my stuffed animal.

„Buona Notte, Amore mio" he gave me sweet and light kiss on my neck that gave me nothing but a smile on my face.

„Buona Notte, Thomas"

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