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Fireworks- Måneskin

Warnings : panick attack, mention of trauma, alcohol, loud sound, swearing
Words count : 4,5 k
Sum up: You get triggered by fireworks during a party they planned for the releasing of their new album. And they look out for you.

"So, it's settled. I'll go look for the alcohol with Cobra." Damiano declared, sipping his coffee that morning.
You got to know them at a music event a year ago. You were more of a composer than a singer, even though your voice is amazing. It was like something tilted when you heard each other's music. So now you're a composer for Måneskin, and seeing them thriving in everything they love is a joy.
You moved in with them in their shared house a few months later. You've been working together ever since, becoming literal siblings even if they discovered new things about you daily.
For the celebration of the releasing of their new album. The band wanted to plan a party over at the house they shared with you.
You all nodded quietly, still a bit drowsy from sleeping. The party was planned to be big and filled with alcohol and games. You and Vic were charged to arrange the house with some different areas : to talk, drink or play some games, most containing alcohol. "Yeah, I'll go get the supplies for the music and some cups." Ethan settled after letting go of a yawn. "And me and y/n will get the house ready, like already settled." Vic exclaimed, passing an arm around your neck, squeezing you tightly to her. You chuckled in response, she was always like a ticking bomb, like always high on sugar. "Vic ! Put that cup down, it looks like you've already had ten of those coffees !" You squealed while laughing. "But I drank none !" She argued, pouting slightly while you took the cup away from her. "Even better little gremlin." She scrunched her nose playfully at the nickname. The guys started to laugh at your early bickering.
After a little while, they started to talk about the party. You took that chance. You finished up your coffee quickly and went with your notebook in the garden, on a swing. You liked to work a bit outside to go and try to find some inspiration for lyrics. You knew Ethan didn't like it because it was January and you were in freaking pyjamas. Which is why you snuck out in the first place.
You lost track of time, swaying softly, looking at the winter nature waking up. Thinking about life topics you could write on. You lifted up your eyes, even if the sun was already there, the moon could still be seen.
The moon. One of the greatest source of inspiration for writers, musicians, painters over the centuries. Maybe she could give you her secret as to why looking at her made her poetic. Was she happy out there, from the sky, silently looking from afar her lover: the sun. Only meeting him a few times during eclipses. She's the greatest broken lover.
Your thoughts got interrupted when a hand landed on your shoulder and another ruffled your hair. "Ethan wouldn't be happy to see you here." Thomas voice spoke up. His hair were a bit entangled from his agitated sleep. You rolled your eyes as he sat on the other swing. "He's not my father. And besides, I don't get sick very easily." You argued looking at him. He smiled gently, knowing how you hated to be ordered around.
He looks down at the blank page of your notebook. "You work too much, ragazza stupida. We've just released an album. Take a break." He sighed, swinging a little more. He almost slipped out of the swing, making you laugh a bit at his panicked face.
"Y/n what have I told you already ?" You cursed under your breath, recognizing the voice. You both turned towards an Ethan, stomping over, with a Vic and Damiano snickering, following close behind. You roll your eyes once more "I can take care of myself. I'm not a baby."
Ethan raised his brows, standing in front fo you. "Is that so ? Because last time I remember, you were bedridden for over a week last time you did that." You opened your mouth to argue but soon closed it because he had a good point. You narrowed your eyes and pouted a bit, taking in his scolding.
Damiano looked over your shoulder. "Cara, you're writing again ?" He exclaimed, clearly surprised by the fact you didn't give yourself a single break. You turned to Thomas who threw his arms up in the air. "That's what I've been trying to tell her !" They look at you with a bit of a disapproving look. "Hey ! In my defence, this is my passion. Writing, I mean. You don't stop a passion."
"You have to sometimes. Especially when you're starting to overwork yourself in the cold." Vic said gently, knowing you it was a tense topic with you. You tend to overwork yourself easily, and even if you won't ever admit it, the guys have to sometimes stop you from going too far. "And a blank page doesn't look like you, you at least doodle when you can't write." Damiano points out, taking away your notebook and flipping the pages. He shows some evidences with some pages with only doodles and lost words. They were right, you couldn't find the right words and it was really weighing on you.
You sigh, looking up at the fading moon. "It's different. It's not like I don't have any inspiration. It's like I have the song contained in me but can't get it out. So I tried to look at the moon since she is famous for being the greatest source of inspiration..." They frowned, also looking at the moon, her shape fading way, following the stars. "And did she help you ?" Ethan innocently asked, tilting his head to the side. His hair flowing in the morning wind, messing with it. That made you chuckle. "Not even one bit, she was too busy talking about the sun...", you half joke as the moon gradually disappears in the lightening sky. Silence falls upon the group, you take a deep breath before pushing yourself up. "Anyways, we have a party to plan don't we ? Let's get to it people !" They smile softly and you all walk back to the house.
Thomas and Damiano left shortly after, going on some alcohol hunting, which wasn't really hard with those two alcohol predators around. Ethan also left to go look for some supplies while you stayed with Vic. You got to work, moving some couches, tables and other things. After two hours the house settle was over, just waiting for some party supplies. Now you just had to wait for the boys.
They came back soon after and started to organize the whole thing with some rock blasting through the speakers to give some energy.
You looked at them and felt the urge to speak your feelings. "Thank you guys. You know I haven't had the best relationship with my parents so I re-thought the concept of family. And I believe I found mine right here, with you guys."
They smiled fondly at you, Ethan rubbed your shoulders as Damiano pressed a kiss to your forehead. You looked contently at the persons you loved more than anything in the world. You finished to settle the house for the party.
By the time it was all settled, people started to arrive. The boys were already changed, so you quickly went upstairs with Vic to choose an outfit.
"Vic ! I feel like I have nothing to wear to be accorded with the boys !" You whined while miserably looking at the pile of clothes in front of you. She came out, looking absolutely gorgeous, wearing the same colors as the three boys downstairs. "Of course you do. What about that shirt you bought last week ?" She said, leaning on the door frame, as music was blasting downstairs. "Yeah I know but I can't find anything else to go with." You complained, slouching over your bed. She chuckle at your desperate state "Such a drama queen..." she started to dug into your closet and after 5 minutes she miraculously got out the perfect pair of pants.
You immediately sit up in the bed, your eyes widening. "How in the world can you find such things in my own closet ?" She smirked proudly, throwing you the pants. You immediately slipped it on with the shirt and put your heels. Vic took your hand and you both rushed downstairs.
The party was doing fine, you did some drinking games with the guys. Laughing at the shocked face of Ethan when he saw you gulp a shot of vodka in one go.
After a little while, they called everyone in the garden. You saw Damiano getting on a table, improvising a stage, while 'Gossip' could be heard in the background. "Hey everyone! We hope you're all spending a great night. We're here to thank you because if you're here, then that means you played a part in the releasing of this album. I'd like to pay a special attention tonight to a person that's always backstage, who's like a sister to all four of us. And most of all, who helped us with the realization of most songs in this album. A toast to Y/n ! Cara you don't need any moon to find inspiration, you are an inspiration yourself." Damiano, as well as the whole group, raided his red cup towards you. You smiled fondly, taking in the beautiful little toast he improvised, the words being priceless to all the hours of work.
You took a sip of your cup, and Vic took the microphone from Damiano. "And now, since we like to see big. We have a special surprise for y'all ! We can all agree that we like to put stars in your eyes and we like explosives. So why not combine the two !" The crowd loudly cheered as you frowned. You weren't aware of that event, not what will happen exactly. But something deep inside of you told you it wasn't good.
The group rushed down the table and silence came over the crowd. Before something bright cut through the night sky, into the air, making a small high pitched sound. That little ray of light soon transformed into a big explosion in the shy, soon followed by a loud bang. Fireworks.
The sky above you is ablaze with colors as the fireworks burst into life. The sound of the explosions fills the night air, and you can feel the vibrations of the blasts in your chest. The light from the fireworks is so bright that it feels as if the whole world is on fire. The colors shift and dance, creating patterns that are both beautiful and mesmerizing.
Watching the fireworks explode, you felt a sudden rush of fear and anxiety wash over you. The bright lights and loud noises of the explosions were too much for you to handle, and your heart began to race. You felt like you couldn't breathe, and your hands were shaking. The sound of the explosions filled your ears, and you felt overwhelmed and disoriented. Your chest felt tight. You wanted to run away but felt rooted in place at the same time. You were paralyzed by your fear, and all you could do was stand there and watch as the explosions continued to go off. Watching them explodes makes you uneasy. You can't breathe. Your hands are shaking, and you feel like you're going to pass out. The room is spinning around you, and you can't focus on anything. It's like you're trapped in a cage of adrenaline and fear, and there's no escape. Your vision even start to tunnel, making it seem like everything is closing in on you. It's a feeling of intense dread that something awful is going to happen. You can't seem to catch your breath. You're so scared that you can't even speak. The world around you seems to be spinning, and everything feels out of control. You can't think clearly. The noise around you seems to be getting louder, and every little sound feels like it's echoing in your head. You feel like you're going to faint or lose control, and you don't know what to do. You're so scared. You need to get out of here. You need to get out now.
You break into a run through the party, through the crowd.
Your heart is pounding in your chest and you're breathing quickly as you run. Your instincts are telling you to get away from the source of your fear, and you're moving as fast as you can. The noise of the fireworks is getting louder and you're struggling to hear anything else. You're tripping over your own feet and running into obstacles as you try to get away. Your body is on high alert, ready to fight or flight at a moment's notice. You feel like you're in a nightmare and you don't know when it's going to end. You exit the house in a hurry, running into the empty streets at 2 am. The city isn't big but it isn't small either.
You're running through the city streets, trying to escape the fireworks. Your breath is coming in short gasps as you dash past houses and cars. The streets are mostly quiet at this hour, though you can still see a few people out and about. Suddenly, you come to a busy intersection, and you have to dart past the cars and trucks that are racing by. Your heart is pounding, and you feel like you're going to vomit. You keep running, pushing through the fatigue and fear, until you finally reach a quieter street. There, you collapse to the ground, panting and shaky. You lie there in the darkness, trying to catch your breath, as the fireworks continue to boom and flash in the distance.
You've managed to find a quiet corner of the street, out of sight and with minimal noise. You sit down and try to control your breathing, taking slow, deep breaths until you feel your heart slowing down. You put your hands over your ears and focus on the images around you, trying to slow your mind and find inner peace. You don't know if the fireworks have subsided, but you can still hear the echoes in the distance. You realize that you've been running for almost ten minutes, and your legs are aching. Nevertheless, you feel relieved that the fireworks are no longer a direct threat. But the fear and anxiety build up until you can't control it anymore. Your heart starts to race, your breathing becomes shallow and quick. You feel the symptoms of a panic attack coming on. Your chest tightens, and your legs start to feel weak. You try to breathe deeply and slowly, but it's hard to control your breathing when your body is taking over. You feel like you're suffocating, like the world is closing in on you. Your thoughts race, and you can't focus on anything else. You start to sweat profusely, and your heart beats faster and faster. The sounds of the fireworks are still echoing in the distance, making it even harder to calm yourself down. You feel trapped and overwhelmed, like you'll never be able to escape this feeling of fear.