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skinnyloveneverlasts · 4 years ago

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skinnyloveneverlasts · 4 years ago

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all day every day 🤍💕

thinkin bout my f/o, that is all 😌

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skinnyloveneverlasts · 4 years ago

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Mutuals: <support my crushes>

Me: 😫😳🥺😭👉👈💕💞💖

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skinnyloveneverlasts · 4 years ago

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🤍 hello~ I wondered if you would write something for an f/o helping y/n with depression? I’ve been struggling with mine very badly and have no motivation to care for myself or about anything but my comfort character. thank you vv much if you take this prompt 🤍

Of course I can!! I truly hope this helps, I know my f/o always makes me feel better 💜

YOUR POV

It was always the same old numb feeling. Sadness washed over you for no apparent reason just like it always has. You held your head in your hands as you got in bed, curling up into a ball. Your f/o would be off work soon, and you honestly couldn’t wait for them to get home. You stayed in bed for another 10 minutes before the door opened.

“Sweetheart? I’m home!” They announced, opening the bedroom door to find you curled up in bed. You tried sitting up but they pushed you back down as you looked up at them.

“Is your depression back again, love?” You nodded and looked down.

“I see. I’m sorry honey. Here, let me take off my shoes and get in the bed with you. Maybe I can help warm you up a bit.” They did so, laying down and putting your head on their chest. Their heart beat relaxed you and reminded you that you always had at least one reason to smile.

#i love this #ty fictional-others #truly #<33

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skinnyloveneverlasts · 4 years ago

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☕️ The Coffee House ☕️

Dennis chose a coffee house for the date, a small brick building in a cozy neighborhood of Philadelphia. Both of you had come here several times before, usually when you got off work or during Sunday mornings after leisurely leaving bed. He had planned the meeting in advance, thinking over the perfect place, the way he would ask you, what he would order. He arrived half an hour before your agreed-on meeting time to ensure he got a good table near the windows, his chair facing the door so he could observe every person who went in and out of the cafe.

He didn’t like sitting with his back toward doors. A few of the others may not have minded it, but he did. He liked being aware of his surroundings and all the people in it, especially when you were with him; the thought of anyone causing you harm started the pulse racing at his wrist. Even though he felt Patricia’s presence edging against the outskirts of his mind, knew that she was sitting in her chair in the room waiting to enter the light, he was in control today.

When Dennis entered, he had ordered drinks for the both of you before sitting down among the other customers. The coffee house was a popular one for good reason. This time of day it was crowded with locals buying drinks and food from the chalked menu on the blackboard above the counter. Dennis didn’t completely mind the talkative throng of patrons, though they had initially grated on his nerves. Their noise would only serve to make the conversation between you two more intimate.

As soon as he arrived, Dennis had ordered your favorite drink and a pastry for you, something light and sweet he hoped you would enjoy. While he waited for you he wiped the chairs clean and swept the table free of crumbs, leaving the stack of folded napkins for the waitress. Then he settled into his seat, adjusted the wire frames on his nose, and began to leaf through the leatherbound planner he had brought. Every once in a while, he looked up to the door before lowering his eyes back to his book. The cream-colored pages held lists of items for him to purchase and tasks he needed complete. He had color-coded them by level of necessity, red being the most urgent and blue meaning the things that could wait longest.

Dennis greeted you with a tight embrace before you sat down across from him. You had been particularly stressed the last few days, your thoughts overwhelming you; you had been forgetting to eat and care for yourself, and despite your trying to put on a good face, Dennis noticed it. He was very attuned to your changes in mood and behavior, always had been; there was no point in lying to him or trying to hide things from such meticulous observation as he possessed. Despite his temperamental nature, the care he felt for those he loved--you being at the top of the list--was unmatched by anyone else you had ever met.

While you were lost briefly in your thoughts, looking out the window with your chin resting in your hand, one of the coffee house waitresses had appeared at the table’s side. She bore a friendly smile and a plate with a flaky golden pastry in its center.

“You ordered a spring croissant?” she asked, turning to direct the question toward Dennis.

“Yes. For them,” he answered, nodding at you.

The woman placed the plate before your place, gathered the napkins, and smiled again. “Alright, enjoy.”

As she pivoted to cross the room, Dennis glanced over at you with a curious expression. You hadn’t noticed him looking exactly this way before. A mixture of love, thoughtfulness, and concern played upon his handsome features. He seemed like he was about to start speaking, but a strain of hesitancy kept the words from lips.

You lifted the knife that the waitress had laid on the edge of the plate and asked out of politeness if he wanted part of the pastry. Dennis raised a hand, indicating that you could have the treat to yourself.

“We got it for you,” he said quietly. “Please, eat it.”

A smile rose across your face as you began eating. Dennis watched you in silence, his pale blue eyes never leaving you, even when a rowdy group of teens entered the coffeehouse directly behind your chair. He had always defended and looked after you, putting you before anyone else as much as he could. You knew other alters cared for you, but none of them so much as Dennis; his love ran so much more deeply. Sometimes he surprised you with his intensity, when he acted on the darker impulses of his personality, but the rest of the time he was your guardian and protector. You knew that nothing harmful could happen to you in his presence.

“We noticed,” Dennis began, his voice still soft, “that you haven’t been caring for yourself as you should.”

He had leaned back slightly in the chair, his gaze still intent upon your face, unwavering in its careful study. His words were low enough that no one else at the tables surrounding you would have heard. He knew the sensitivity of the subject with you, and as much as it damaged him to see your struggles with self-care, he hesitated to bring it up directly. The last thing he wanted was to cause you further anxiety, but today they had decided it was time to talk to you. He felt the particular support of Barry--who adored you--behind the choice, and was relieved to see that your reaction was calm, given the circumstance.

You had shrugged and dropped your eyes to the tabletop, but you looked up again when Dennis continued just as softly, “We saw that you didn’t touch the breakfast we made this morning. You should keep up your strength.”

You started to speak, but Dennis lifted his hand again and went on. His face was still thoughtful, his pale eyes so intent upon you that the rest of the crowded shop seemed to recede into the background and fade. “We know how difficult it can be to care for ourselves adequately. But we don’t like to see you experiencing the same difficulty. Tell us what else we can do to help you.”

You flushed slightly under his gaze, indicating the plate in front of you. “Thank you for buying me this. The surprise, inviting me here, has made me happier. I just. . .”

Your voice halted and trailed away. You searched without success for the perfect way to explain the bouts of sadness, the undereating and the drops in motivation you struggled with at times.

As if reading your mind, Dennis murmured, “It’s difficult, we know. Caring for something that seems impossible. If you could see yourself as we see you, we’re convinced you wouldn’t allow yourself to suffer like this.”

He kept one hand over your own for the remainder of the time you spent at the table. You had the rest of the pastry and some of your drink while you drifted easily in and out of conversation. Dennis didn’t push you to talk more than you wanted, allowing you to choose the topics you were comfortable with and guide the discussion how you felt best.

When you were ready to leave, Dennis got up first and waited for you before making his way toward the coffee house entrance. As the two of you moved around the other people and tables, he murmured in an undertone only meant for your hearing, “When we get back, we want you to take a hot bath and have a nice long rest.”

He finished effectively clearing a path to the door and opened it, holding it for you.

“You are going to relax this afternoon, even if we have to make you,” he warned half-playfully as you stepped past into sunlight.

On the sidewalk you turned to face him, smiling at his words. Dennis had stepped outside, the leather book beneath his arm, his eyes seeking you out again immediately.

“How are you going to do that?” you teased.

Dennis raised his brows, and for the fraction of a second you saw the wicked smile cross his face.

“Whatever means necessary.”

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I hope you liked this! I tried my best to convey my interpretation of Dennis’s character and how I imagine he acts with you in this setting. it was fun to write! 😄💞

maybe I’ll make another blog for fics

also my mind wouldn’t give me anything creative for the title so I went with that 😭

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skinnyloveneverlasts · 4 years ago

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