#depressed reader

[writerslittlelibrary]

How can I help you?

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summary: since you were small, your mom has always been able to help you feel better. fallen ice cream, scratched knee, your mom always knew the solution. but now? it almost seems that even your mother doesn’t know how to help you now…

pairing: Natasha x depressed daughter reader

warnings: depression, suicidal thoughts 

genre: angst, fluff

words: 1459

a/n: I’ve been in quite a weird period the past two weeks. my emotions have been weird and confusing, which is why I haven’t posted anything in a while. I apologise for not posting a lot, and I promise to get at least three small fics out this week :) 

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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You can’t really remember when it started. You were always fond of being in your room, yet at some point, being in your room wasn’t really your choice anymore. When you didn’t know who to blame, you simply blamed Covid. Ever since that virus came, your life has become confusing. 

Natasha would usually just blame it on your teenage years. You were going through puberty. Your body changed. Your mind changed. Everything changed. 

However, somewhere, deep down, you knew it wasn’t your age. 

You graduated last year, and because you weren’t sure what you wanted to study, you had decided to take a gap year. Natasha was incredibly supportive. She said she didn’t want you to choose anything because you felt like you had to, so you didn’t choose at all. 

The first few months of your gap year were amazing. You were enjoying all the free time you suddenly had, spending it with either gaming, reading, or watching your shows.

At some point, however, it started to become boring. 

You didn't want to go back to school. However, you also didn’t really want to stay at home anymore either. You didn’t know what you wanted.

Most days, you slept in until noon. Natasha would leave for work early in the mornings, and you would stay behind in bed. You only saw your mother when she came home late from work. You didn’t tell her about you sleeping in so late. Your mother has always followed a healthy lifestyle. Even on the days she was free she would wake up early.

She never shamed you for sleeping in. She never woke you up or told you you needed a better sleep schedule. However, still, for some reason, you felt ashamed. 

You didn’t tell her about your energy disappearing either. You didn't tell her you didn't have the energy to get out of bed anymore. You didn't tell her you lost the energy to eat. You never told her you lost the ability to take care of yourself. At one point, it just happened. 

You knew that if you ever told Natasha she would be worried sick. You knew she would do anything to make you feel better. She had done so since she adopted you.

When you were five you were in the park, and Natasha had gotten you ice cream. However, you were a little too excited, and after jumping once, your ice cream rolled off its cone. You stood there crying, while Natasha simply picked you up and assured you she would fix it. She kissed your tears away and got you another ice cream, in a little paper bowl this time. 

When you were 9, you were playing outside. You fell while your auntie Yelena was chasing you, and you scraped your knee. You clutched your leg and you wailed for your mama, and there she was. She picked you up and once again she kissed your tears away. She took you inside and gently cleaned your wounds. She allowed you to pick out a beautiful band-aid, and she gently placed it on your scratch, before kissing it better.

However, how could she possibly fix this? How could she place a band-aid on a wound she couldn't see?

You felt hopeless, and you felt as though the only way out would be to end it. You weren't very fond of the idea of ending your life. You didn't really want it to end, after all. You just wanted your current life to end. Your life was slow, and for some reason it felt as though you were merely floating around. 

At some point, you stopped existing. You stopped being you. You just became another dot on the map.

You weren't a person anymore. You were a thing existing in this world. You were existing, but you weren't significant. You didn't matter, so what difference would it make if you weren't there anymore at all?

Today was no different. Natasha had gone to work early, leaving you to sleep in. You were still in bed, even though it was already 4 pm. 

However, what you didn't know was that Natasha had been seeing something was wrong for a while. She knew you weren't yourself, and she knew you struggled taking care of yourself. Yet, for your entire life you've always wanted to do things yourself. You never wanted your mom to help you. And so, even now, she decided to give you time to figure things out for yourself. 

However, now she decided that time was up. You weren't getting any better, and Natasha was only growing more worried with the day. 

She had gone to work that morning, but at her job she told her boss that she was taking a few weeks off. Her daughter needed her, had been her truthful excuse, and her boss agreed. She went home around 4.30 pm, and when she entered the house she found out you were still in bed.

She walked towards your room and softly knocked on your door.

“Sweetheart? Are you there?” Natasha spoke as she opened the door, her eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness in your room. 

“Are you alright, honey?” Natasha asked as she walked into your room, closing the door behind her and sitting beside you on the bed. You barely acknowledged her presence, humming softly while you pulled your blankets up a bit, trying to shield your face from the light coming from the hallways.

Natasha let her hand gently stroke your hair, feeling the oily and knotted hair that rested on top of your head. 

“Are you okay?” Natasha then asked, and before you even had time to respond, you started crying.

Natasha didn't hesitate to pull you into a sitting position, pulling your body so it could lean upon hers. She allowed you to sob into her shoulder while she gently stroked you back, letting you know you were safe.

“I don't know why I feel this,” you sobbed out.

“It's alright, sweetheart, you don't have to know,” Natasha explained softly as she gave you a kiss on your hair. She held your head tightly to her chest, allowing her lips to rest upon your head.

“I don’t feel good, mama. I don't wanna be like this,” you sobbed out, and it didn't take long before Natasha realised what you truly meant by that. 

However, being the understanding mom she is, she didn't comment on it. She didn't suddenly sprung you with motivational quotes, telling you you have so much left to live for. She simply held you, sushing you as you cried and sniffled in her shoulder. 

“Can I help you?” Natasha softly asked after a few minutes, waiting for your confirmation. 

When you gave a small nod and let out another sob, Natasha lifted your body out of your bed, carrying you towards the bathroom and putting you down on the toilet cover. 

She turned the water on, allowing the bathtub to fill with hot water as steam filled the room. 

“I’m gonna grab some clean clothes alright? I'll be right back,” Natasha stated as she went back into your room, grabbing some clean clothes before returning to the bathroom. She set the clothes on the rack, helping you off the toilet seat and out of your clothes.

After you were settled in the bath, Natasha pulled out some shampoo, massaging it into your head before rinsing it out, repeating the process with the conditioner.

After your hair was clean, Natasha grabbed a comb, gently working on the knots and matted parts of your hair. After she finished, she washed your hair again, enjoying the feeling of the now silky soft hair in between her fingers. 

After finishing your hair, she helped you wash the rest of your body, before helping you out of the bathtub and drying you off. 

Natasha didn't allow you to walk yourself, instead lifting you up into her arms and carrying you down the stairs. Luckily she was crazy strong, so despite your age, she could still easily carry you as if you were merely a small child. 

After you were settled on the couch, Natasha went into the kitchen, preparing you a nice and healthy meal.

For the rest of the day, you simply sat on the couch, leaning on your mama while she gently stroked your back. It might have seemed lazy to the normal person, but for you, it was change. You weren't alone, for starters. There was daylight in the living room, and there was social interaction, even if little was being said. 

In the end, you realised, that despite the wound not being visible, your mama would always be able to stick a band-aid on it. 

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Taken Car of Soft Dark Steve Rogers x Soft Dark Bucky Barnes x Reader

Taken Care of Soft Dark Steve Rogers x Soft Dark Bucky Barnes x  Reader 

Summary: You suffered the loss of a still born baby, You are best friends with the two super soliders, but what happens when they come to comfort you 

Warning: Mentions of a loss of a baby, mentions of depression, mentions of drinking, baby trapping, breeding kink, forced relationship, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, Non Con

You stare out the window of your small town house home, a blanket draped over your shoulders as you watch the snow fall, a small cup of hot chocolate in your hands, you catch a gimps of your refection, your hair a knotted mess, dark circles under your eyes, your eyes puffy from all the crying, 

It had been three months, since it happened, you close your eyes at the memory when you first found out you were pregnant you were so thrilled, you were excited at the thought of being a mom, 

You didn’t really have any parental figures growing up your parents died when you were ten, and you jumped foster homes, running away at just fifteen, learning to survive when you realized you had a talent for hacking and building stuff, 

At age eighteen you were recruited by Tony Stark and shield Now only twenty two you had an amazing job and place to call home, that’s where you met Steve and Bucky, you and the two super soliders were close,

You met your ex boyfriend at the nearby coffee shop on your break, the two of you dated for about a year and a half when you found out about being pregnant he was less than thrilled about the news, when you told the two super soliders Bucky told you he was a dick and needed to be taught a lesson, Steve on the other hand said he didn’t deserve you, But still He was trying sort of, his first reaction was for you to abort the baby, but that was not how you worked, the two of you fought for two weeks about the situation, 

When he realized you were not going to do that he left you, you didn’t care, you were so happy to be having a baby, setting up your spare room as a nursery, 

You wipe a tear away from your cheek, 

You were 39 weeks, when you got your ultrasound finding out that he wasn’t moving, they did an emergency C-Section and he was still born, Meaning he wasn’t alive. It broke your heart, you knew it was from all the stress your Ex had put on you. 

You took a leave of absence from the avengers for the time being, they understood, Steve and Bucky had been away on a mission when everything happened, no one was allowed to call them since they were undercover and you didn’t want to frankly, 

Everyone tried calling you or coming by to at least check on you but you never answered, you just didn’t have the heart to talk about how you were, 

You were a mess, your home was a mess, you no longer ate, or slept, all you could think about was losing him, your child, you never got to witness his first cry, or see him open his eyes, You were never going to see him smile for the first time, or celebrate his first birthday, you could feel the tears falling from your face again, setting the coco down and burying your head in your knees, 

Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door, You didn’t bother moving, you just assumed it was Wanda or Nat they both checked on you daily but you never would answer, 

The knock was loud, You look at the clock it was past three in the morning, 

“Y/N, we know you are in there open the door.” You hear Steve’s voice, 

Still you don’t make any attempts to move, 

You keep your head buried in your knees, the knocking gets louder, 

“Y/N open the damn door before I knock it down!” You hear Bucky, 

They must have just gotten back for their mission and heart the news, 

You sigh, standing up walking down the stairs to the living room where it is littered with bottles of beer, water bottles and all sorts of trash, you are a Meticulous cleaner, you keep your place and work space clean as a whistle but you didn’t have the energy to care, 

the blanket still draped over your shoulders, wearing a black spaghetti strapped tank top, and red plaid pajama pants, you unlock the front door, cracking it slightly seeing the two super soliders, 

“What do you want?” Your voice raspy from crying, they looked at each other 

“Let us in.” Bucky says 

“No.” You try to shut the door in their faces but Steve’s hand stops the door, 

“That wasn’t a request.” He says they both walk past you. 

“Tony says you haven’t been in work for three months, or answering anyone’s calls.” Steve says 

You sigh shutting the door. 

“So.” You say walking past them, 

“Do you two want anything to drink?’ You say walking into the kitchen. 

“We didn’t come here for refreshments kitten.” Bucky says 

“Then why did you come?” You asked looking over your shoulder as you are looking in the fridge bent over

“We are worried.” Steve says 

“Don’t be I’m fine.” You say

“Really? Because by the looks of this place and you, it doesn’t seem that way.” Bucky says 

All you had in the fridge was beer and juice so you grabbed a beer, opening it, They were highly concerned because you were not a big drinker, But you didn’t care, you didn’t care you didn’t care about anything you just wanted this pain to stop, just as you were about to take a sip Bucky took it from your hand, 

You sighed, 

“Why are you to here?” You ask, 

“Because we heard what happened,” Steve says 

You sighed again walking towards your couch sitting down. 

“Look I appreciate it but I’m fin-” You began, 

“No your not, and we are not leaving now that we see the condition you are in.” Bucky says 

You look him in the eyes and for the first time since they arrived you can see a hint of anger but concern in his eyes. 

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When Love Isn't Enough

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Part 1

1.6k words

Summary: Steve can feel you pulling away. You haven't been yourself in a while, becoming more and more withdrawn. It doesn't help that there's an evil wizard on the loose and you meet the checklist for the perfect prey.

Warnings: Some angst. Talks of depression, loneliness, and suicidal ideation.

"Y/N hasn't been herself lately. And, I don't know, she's been pulling away recently. Not physically. More, like, she's there but she isn't. She's in the room with me and she's pretending to listen, but I can tell she's thinking about something else. And it isn't like she's bored or, like, daydreaming, she just seems...distant. She keeps saying she's fine, but I know that she's not. I mean, she thinks I haven't noticed, but she doesn't eat much anymore. She barely sleeps and she claims it's because of school, or work, or whatever excuse she has...Robin, are you listening to me?" Steve rambles, one hand on the steering wheel and the other running through his hair in frustration, as he drives Robin to the pep rally. 

"Yes, yes, I'm listening!" Robin exclaims, desperately trying to keep her hand steady as she applies her mascara. 

"Really? What'd I just say then?" Steve asks.

"Something about how obsessed you are with Y/N and the smell of her hair," Robin guesses, immediately backtracking as she sees the look on Steve's face, "I'm sorry! But there's always so much going on in your love life. I can't fully grasp the labyrinthine complexity that is your and Y/N's relationship!"

"It's not that complex, I'm worried about her!" Steve says, "Like just today, she calls me and says not to drive her and Dustin to school because they're biking. She doesn't even own a bike!"

Robin stops applying her makeup for a second and looks over. Realizing the severity of Steve's emotions, she lets out a little sigh and gives him a gentle nudge with her hand. 

"I'm worried about her, too" She confesses, "I don't think she's mentioned this to anyone so please don't bring it up with her, but her grades have been slipping. A lot."

"Really?"

"Yeah, and I've seen her at the counsellor’s office" Robin admits.

"Ms. Kelley?"

Robin nods. 

"Well...Why didn't she say anything to me?" Steve asks, his face falling as he tries to come up with reasons as to why you aren't opening up. 

"I...I don't know. She hasn't been speaking to me, either. We sit together during lunch, but she barely talks to me. I just talk at her, and she just sits in silence," Robin replies, "Have you tried bringing this up with her?"

Steve pauses for a bit then says, "No...I didn't wanna push her. It just feels like...like she's teetering on the edge these days, and if I say the wrong thing, she'll run."

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Most days start like this: you wake up gasping for breath, one hand on your chest and the other stifling your sobs. Another nightmare. Sometimes it's about the Russians, sometimes it's about finding a Demogorgon eating your cat, sometimes it's about Billy and the Mind Flayer, sometimes it's about losing Hopper, but every time it hurts just as bad. You wish you hadn't gone to Mike Wheeler's that day to check up on Dustin. You wish you hadn't found out about Eleven or the lab or the Upside Down. But everything in your life is so deeply intertwined that you would have found out one way or another. It's beyond you how everyone else in Hawkins has remained so oblivious. 

Even though you wish you could rewind and take back every moment that led you to where you are now, you know in your heart that you wouldn't. If it wasn't for all the shit you had to go through, you wouldn't have the people you have now. You wouldn't have ever befriended Nancy Wheeler. You would've never met Robin Buckley. You and Dustin would never have grown as close as you are now. You wouldn't have the golden-dusted, happy memories that you made last summer with Max and El. You never would've learned how to play DnD with Will. And you never would have fallen in love. 

You never saw Steve coming. Well, you did see him coming that day when you and Dustin were at the Wheelers looking for everyone. He had roses in his hands, and he was mumbling to himself. For a second, you thought he'd caved into the insanity of what he'd gone through and lost his mind. 

"Are you talking to yourself?" you'd asked loudly, making him quickly turn around, "Do you need help?"

"What? No! I was just-" he'd stuttered, "What're you two doing here? Actually, who are you?" The last question was directed at you. 

"Who am I? The bitch that sat behind you in English for two years. I've been lending you pencils for months. Are you serious-" you'd snapped at him, a little offended at him for not recognizing you. 

"We don't have time for this!" Dustin yelled, interrupting you, as he took your hand and dragged you to Steve's car. 

You always laugh a little when you remember that particular memory. It wasn't the first time you two had met (maybe for Steve) but it was the first time you'd both become aware of each other. And it was like something had clicked into place because now that you both knew each other, you couldn't drift away. Suddenly Steve was everywhere. The summer after El's bitchin new makeover and the whole debacle that was closing the gate to the Upside Down, you and Steve spent every day together. He'd started working at Starcourt and you worked at the Kiosk across from him, which meant you saw each othera lot. Soon, those days of eating free ice cream in the back turned into shy glances, nervous laughter, and stolen kisses. You were his and he was yours. It was almost perfect. Almost. 

Because even with all this love, joy, and friendship, you can't forget that you're rotten to your core. That there is something deeply wrong with you, something gory and disgusting that's been eating you alive. You don't know how to tell Steve that he doesn't know. If he knew you, he'd leave you. You're so broken inside that it's almost comical. Every day starts and ends with a nightmare. Then the headaches. Sometimes the nosebleeds. Always the loud voices in your head reaffirming the beliefs you have of yourself. You're not good enough. Never have been. You're a fraud. Always have been. You don't know what's worse, when you can't breathe or when there's too much oxygen. 

You call Steve and tell him you don't need a ride. Then you make Dustin bike to school, and you wait for your mother to leave for work before climbing back into bed. These days, it was getting harder and harder to do the mundane, everyday tasks. You couldn't get out of bed. You couldn't take a shower. Everything required willpower that you just didn't have.

God, I'm so pathetic. 

You've nearly fallen back asleep when you hear a knock on your door. You ignore it, hoping whoever it is goes away. The knocking continues, growing louder and louder. You let out a curse and hop out of your bed, begrudgingly going to the front door. You open the door and find Steve standing outside. 

"I knew it!" He exclaims, "Why aren't you in school?"

You don't have the energy for this. You just want him to leave. 

"I'm sick," you lie, adding a half-assed cough, "You should be at work."

"If you were sick then why didn't you just say that when you called this morning?" Steve enquired, folding his arms across his chest, and raising an eyebrow. 

"I got sick after" you shrug, "How'd you know I wasn't in school."

"Dustin, he called about some DnD shit and mentioned you weren't in when I asked why you couldn't play," Steve explains, his eyes scanning your face, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," you say.

"No, you're not" Steve replies, coming in through the door and making his way into your room. You silently follow and fall back into bed. 

"Baby, what's going on?" Steve asks softly, getting into bed behind you and laying down.

"Just a headache," you mumble, "I'm fine."

You feel him padding his fingers through your hair and you find yourself lulling back to sleep. But before you can, you hear him start to speak again.

"Not just today, Y/N. What's going on with you? You haven't been yourself lately."

You don't know how to answer this. How do you articulate the absolute mess that is your mind? How do you tell him that you feel like you're on the verge of going insane? How do you tell him that all you feel is agonizing despair and the only reason you're alive is because you're too much of a coward to die?

"I just...haven't been feeling well," you say, "Just haven't been doing so well."

"How can I help? Can I do anything?" Steve asks, holding you close as he brushes the hair out of your face and lays a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead.

"I don't think anyone can fix it," you reply, turning to face him.

The sun peeks through your blinds and you can just about make out his face in the dark. You lean over and softly kiss him. He's everything that you're not but you're too selfish to let go.

"I just wish you'd speak to me, tell me what's going on in your head. I just feel locked out, baby." Steve whispers.

The only response you can manage to give is a mumbled sorry. But there's so much more you'd like to say. Sorry that you're stuck with me, you deserve better. Sorry that I'm like this. Sorry that I'm this broken, this wretched. Sorry that I've fooled you into thinking I'm better than I am. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You close your eyes and lay your head on his chest. In the darkness of your room, you pray that this moment lasts forever. But as another nightmare sinks its claws into you, you're not sure if you'll make it out alive.

[ethereal-maniac]

Ghouls + Copia Helping Depressed Reader

A/n: this is a platonic one, enjoy!

GenderNeutral!Reader x Sodo, Swiss, Phantom, Aether, Rain, Mountain, Cumulus, Cirrus and Copia (seperate)

❗️ TW ❗️: loosely depressed/anxious reader, briefly implied eating disorder/trouble eating, very sfw, all fluff, little to no angst, very self indulgent Lmao

SODO

He will cuddle you any time you like, on your best days and during your worst nights.

He's more than happy to stay with you and be a place of warmth and comfort when you feel cold and heavy.

He heats himself up and hums softly as a purr kicks up in his chest after pulling you closer to him.

You know how cats purrs are supposedly healing and help alleviate stress? It's the same with ghouls!

He's also amazing at comforting you when you have random outbursts of irritation or hurt, he has never ending patience for you.

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SWISS

He tries to make you laugh and will happily talk about anything you want. Whether it's your latest interest/obsession or something upsetting that's weighing on your mind.

He strongly encourages you not to be afraid to talk to him about anything, no matter how stupid your pretty little head tells you it sounds.

He wont judge you at all and he tends to know exactly what you need to hear in all the right moments.

He also likes to leave you cute little notes everywhere, with complements and inside jokes scrawled on them because he knows it makes you smile.

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PHANTOM

He will indulge in all the seemingly silly things you want to do.

Want to frolic without a care in the world through a field? He'll bring a picnic.

Want to spontaneously take a day trip somewhere? He's already stealing Copias car keys.

Want to go to the beach at sunset and splash each other in the water? He'll grab some towels and ask if Rain can come.

He loves the weird shit you guys get up to.

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AETHER

He loves to take care of you, coddle you even.

If you're not feeling up to taking a shower, he'll run you a bath and wash your hair for you, all you have to do is lay there and look pretty which he can't see being at all tiring.

It makes him so happy when he makes food for you and you eat even a small spoonful, he gets so proud.

He loves giving you gentle reminders throughout the day as well; to drink some water, take a deep breath, relax your shoulders, unclench your jaw, be gentle with yourself, take a minute alone if you're getting overwhelmed and he's always around if you need anything.

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RAIN

He has such a calming presence you can't help but follow him around like a lost puppy sometimes, feeding off of his peacefulness.

He thinks it's adorable and would never dare ask you to stop.

He's very easygoing and it's completely okay if you don't want to talk or if you want him to stop moving around for while, he can sit in complete silence with you without making you feel awkward.

He doesn't care if Imperator gets mad that he didn't finish his chores, your mind's giving you some peace and quiet for once and he refuses to disrupt that.

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MOUNTAIN

He takes pride in being able to help you to do the little things without overstepping your boundaries, like when he gently coaxes you out of bed and be outside with him for even two minutes.

Just getting some fresh air in your lungs, he holds your head softly to his chest so you can hear his steady heartbeat.

He watches the sun slowly disappear into the horizon as the breeze gently caresses your skin.

Once the sun has fully set he guides you back inside to see if you want to watch your favourite movie in a pillow fort.

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CUMULUS

She mixes up calming herbs from Mountains greenhouse and puts them into a spray bottle for you so you can spray it around your room.

She also makes a body spray version of it if you find it helps.

She'll also help you clean your room if you feel too tired to do it on your own.

She'll also help Aether wash your hair in the sink or bath if you don't have enough energy to shower.

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CIRRUS

She helps gently motivate you to continue your hobbies (e.g reading, writing, sports) and doing small chores around the abbey but she won't be pushy about it.

If you're not up for it and just want a day in bed, that's okay! She'll get Imperator off your back.

If you do feel up for it, she'll keep you company while you do your chores.

She will certainly learn about your hobbies just so she can talk to you about them and try to help you engage with said hobby.

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COPIA

He has a special soft spot for you.

He knows hearing his voice is soothing so he usually sits with his back against the headboard of his bed and you laying with your back against his chest while he talks aimlessly or reads a book to you.

This is one of the few times he lets all his rats out of their cage at once so they can snuggle against you.

He tells stories about his rats as well, made up ones and real ones.

He's over all very gentle with you.

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At the end of the day, they all want you to feel safe around them. They want to supply you with any sort of affection you need. They want to know whats been going on for you. They want to be a source of happiness for you always.

Do not copy, translate or transfer (plagiarise) any of my fics.

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Comfort - Yuta Okkotsu x Reader

You can feel the sunlight peer through your window, the curtain failing to conceal the bright light that sought to wake you up. Usually, you’d groan, roll over - but this time, you were too tired to care. 

You had been lying in bed for around 2 hours now, occasionally checking your phone, but most of the time was spent lying down, thinking about everything. It went from the most mundane things, such as what you had for dinner yesterday- (if you had it at all, your appetite had decreased) to the most heavy questions, pondering the meaning of life. In the middle, you had a plan. To end it all. You knew it wasn’t right, but who cares? Fuck this all.

Your thoughts were interrupted by two knocks on your dorm door. Probably because it’s been an hour since class started and you hadn’t shown up. Your classmates had texted you, but you didn’t reply. Who cared about class, anyways? It’ll end eventually. Everything ended, eventually.

Pretending to be asleep, you wait for the person outside your door to stop, and leave. Then, you’d do it. To your surprise though, the door opened quite smoothly, and you cursed remembering the fact you had forgotten to lock it before you went to sleep.

“Y/N?” A soft voice called out to you, and you recognized it to be Yuta. You didn’t know who you hoped it would be - Maki would beat your ass if you told her the reason you stayed in bed, Inumaki wouldn’t give you the words of comfort you needed, and Panda was, well, Panda. Yuta was the best option, but he was perceptive, meaning you had to tell him everything before he picked up on it himself.

Footsteps came closer to your bed, and stopped close to it. “Y/N, class started a while ago. You weren’t responding to your texts.” You didn’t reply, you just kept silent, hoping that he’d abandon you and leave you to rot. But maybe…

“Yeah. I saw them.” You spoke, more aggressive than you wanted it to be. You could see due to peeping from your duvet that Yuta had blinked, unsure of why you were angry. He gestured at the bed, asking if he could sit down. You nodded.

“Y/N…are you okay?”

You felt tears forming from your eyes, threatening to fall. He had noticed them, and placed his hand on your cheek, wiping them away. “It’s just…you’ve been different recently. Every laugh feels forced. You’re skipping more often. You gave away all your jewelry to Maki, and you love your jewelry. You don’t talk to anyone anymore…you’re always here alone. You eat less, too, and your face looks tired, like you aren’t sleeping.” He takes a breath, looking at you with concern. Not pity - pure concern. Concern from a place of love.

“Yuta…” you say, hesitatingly.  “Mhm?” “Can you lie down with me?” 

The boy looks a bit shocked at the comment, but his eyes soften. “Sure.”

You pull back the duvet and true to his word, he lies down beside you. Your eyes are facing him, and you took a moment to observe. Beautiful, dark teal eyes framed by dark hair. A pale face, eye bags, but a look of love in the expression he wore. 

“I’m severely depressed, Yuta. I was actually going to end it all today, but you came, and now…” Tears spill from your eyes as you start to shake, trying to suppress the cries you so desperately wanted to release. Immediately, he shuffles closer, wrapping his arms around you and rocking you gently. He’s whispering into your ear, you don’t know what, but it’s comforting. 

“Y/N, I’m so proud of you for not doing it. Whenever that happens, please tell me, okay? I’m only a dorm away.” You cry harder, sobbing as he continued to rock you, whispering sweet things in your ear. You could make them out now.

“It’s okay.”

“I’m here now”

“I love you.”

You were shocked, and you buried your face into his chest, breathing heavily to calm yourself down. Yuta noticed this and began to go through a breathing technique.

“Inhale - that’s right. I know you can do it. Now, exhale. Great, you’re doing it.” He repeated this a few times until you had calmed down fully, regaining your composure. You were still clinging onto him, and you were sure your snot and tears must have gone on his clothes. But he didn’t seem to care. All that mattered was you. 

“Yuta…”

“Hm?”

“I love you too.”

His eyes widened, and you brought your face closer to his. Your noses were touching, and you could see Yuta blush. 

It happened so gently. Your lips met, and suddenly, for a moment, everything was okay. Flowers bloomed in your mind, azure hues of the sky housing clouds which danced softly, as the birds sang a melody only you knew. You knew your problems wouldn’t disappear. You’d wake up tomorrow, and possibly feel the same. But at least now, you had Yuta. And maybe, that would be enough.

[yellowroseswrites]

"That's my thing, right sweetheart?"

Soft!Rafe Cameron x depressed!reader

You want to try something new, Rafe definitely does not like that idea

TW- {SO many drug mentions I swear please skip this if that's a trigger for you, no actual drug use in this tho, it mentions reader smoking weed but it doesn't have an actual scene of it, I think its gn reader but it's not proofread, written on mobile, one use of y/n, reader is sensitive, on the edge of crybaby reader, reader is fairly skiddish, I really need to post things that people actually request instead of crappy 800 word drabbles but here we are! hope you enjoy, remember to drink water and eat a little smth lovelies}

Yesterday Rafe came back home from Barry's house, which usually meant he got stuff.

You were never one to join in his drug habits. You've never done anything stronger than weed, and even that was very rare for you. You wouldn't even call yourself a drinker, to be honest you were a goody two shoes compared to your boyfriend. 

But something about today just felt off. You had felt like that for awhile now actually, like something just wasn't right but you couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. You just knew you didn't like the feeling, and you were willing to try something new to make it go away.

That's what led you to going through Rafe's pockets. He was in the shower, having thrown his clothes haphazardly on his bedroom floor. You knew he kept his little baggies in his shorts, and he wasn't watching you right now, certainly it wouldn't be hard to just look? Just take a peak, maybe just knowing you could would satisfy your mind.

 You found a small bag, you pulled it out to make sure it was what you wanted. Sure enough, it was filled with white powder, some that you were all too familiar with. You had seen Rafe do it a million times, it couldn't be that hard right? All you would have to do is sniff, at least that's what you thought. You were stuck in your mind, contemplating whether or not you actually wanted to do it, when a hand grabbed yours, earning a small yelp from you.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He sounded mad, he was really trying not to, but it certainly didn’t work.

You stepped back a bit, cowering, “N-nothing, sorry.” You choked up a little, regretting the decision to even look in the first place.

Rafe took the bag from your hand and put it in the bedside drawer, making a mental note to take it out after you talk. He looked back over at you, now seated on the edge of the bed, and he let out a sigh.

"I wasn't gonna do anything with it Rafe, I promise." You really wanted the uncomfortable feeling in the room to go away.

He scratched at his forehead, "Then why were you holding it hm? What are you gonna do, throw it? Or hide it? It's my own personal business y/n you have no right deciding what I do with it."

Oh, You thought, He thinks I'm getting rid of it. You hated seeing him like this, so mad and paranoid. "No! No it wasn't like that I-"

"What was it like then? What other explanation is there for you going through my stuff?"

"I was gonna take it! I don't know I-" You weren't supposed to be crying, God, this is so stupid, "I don't know Rafe I wanted to do it but I knew you wouldn't let me so I just-"

"Oh honey-" His demeanor softened immediately at the sight of your tears, he quickly made his way to you, wrapping his arms around you while he spoke, "I'm sorry I got mad, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have assumed. I'm not angry at you."

You wiped your eyes, "I'm so tired Rafey"

"I know darling, I know. We're gonna get you help, something a bit better than coke tho alright? That's my thing, right sweetheart?" You giggled a bit at him, he was clearly trying to lighten the mood. 

You wordlessly moved yourself to your side of the bed, sliding your body under the covers. Moments of high-emotion made you so sleepy, it was second nature to nap after crying. Rafe slid into the spot next to you, throwing his arm over your body and pulling you in close. He would hid the bag tomorrow, and would keep a close eye on you until he knew how to help you. Having you in his arms was enough for him for now though as he let himself drift asleep to the sound of your steady breathing.

[shingekinomyfeelings]

too much, not enough (Reiner x gn reader; hurt/comfort)

swf. unspecified setting/timeline. ~450 words. mild warning for depictions of depression

Reiner finds you in a vulnerable state and offers an assurance.

notes: I wrote this after a nasty fight with someone left me feeling like a POS, because I guess this is the kind of thing I wish I had someone to tell me when I'm fucked up. It's super short and I'm pretty sure I was crying my eyes out while I wrote it, but it did make me feel better, so I hope it does the same for someone else.

Reader is gender neutral, and this could easily be either canon universe or an AU; it's up to you, friendos.

Originally published March 2023.

You’ve been staring at the wall for longer than you realize, curled on your side on the bed, wrapped in an air of listlessness and lethargy. That’s how Reiner finds you, as he has before, and he doesn’t need to see your tired, reddened eyes to know that you’re struggling again.

He makes his voice soft – as soft as he’s able, anyway – as he calls your name, and you respond with a delayed lift of your hand before you let it flop back to your side. Reiner crosses the room and clambers onto the bed to lay curled around you as best he can.

“Hey, dove.” He tugs you against him and rests his chin on your shoulder, his stubble scratchy against your skin, and you can feel his voice rumble in his chest as he asks, “You wanna talk?”

You’re slow to speak, knowing that when you do, the tears will start flowing again, and reply haltingly, “Do you ever feel like... you’re somehow simultaneously too much for everyone, and not enough for anyone?”

Reiner blinks, considering how to answer the question. He could tell you, and he’d mean every word of it, that you’re never too much for him, that you’ve always been enough, but he knows as well as anyone can that simply telling someone that their self-loathing assertions are wrong doesn’t really make them disappear. So, after a brief pause, he answers honestly, “Not as often, since I’ve been with you.”

You take a deep breath and try to steady your voice, but it still comes out as a half-whimper, “Sometimes I don’t understand why you put up with me.”

“Hrmm…” Reiner tucks a few errant strands of hair behind your ear and out of your weary face. “Same reason you put up with me?”

You can’t help but sound borderline offended as you reply, “But I don’t ‘put up’ with you, I love you. Even when you do make me aggravated now and then, it’s always been worth it for all the other times I have with you.”

He very gently raps his knuckles against the top of your head, his voice still soft. “So, same reason, then.”

This brings on a fresh wave of tears as you reach to take his hand in yours and press your lips to his fingers, trying not to tremble or cry. He kisses your jawline and intertwines his fingers with yours to give your hand a tight squeeze. “You can cry if you need to. I’ll stay here.”

And then all you can do is let yourself cry softly, until the tears slow and the sound of his breathing lulls you into a rest.

And outside, you can hear birds singing...

[jbbuckybarnes]

How Peter Parker would comfort and care for a depressed loved one

(don't mind me, just some self-indulgence I wrote when I was in the trenches of depression)

• "No, no, no, what we're not gonna do is feel guilty. This world is a depressing place when the rest of you isn't stable. And the world loves making people unstable."

• He'd meal prep for you, wake you up on time to keep your rhythm in check, bring you sleep tea, watch movies with you on particularly bad days.

• "What's your current take on going outside? Vitamin D might do you good." He'd ask cautiously.

• You'd tense up at the idea of spending more energy than you had but knew it was needed to get better.

• "I can...carry you to the rooftop?" He'd raise his brow.

• You'd do grabby hands at him from the bed.

• You'd chill on the sunny rooftop for 45 minutes every now and then, not talking much, just existing.

• "What are your thoughts on therapy?" He'd mumble a few weeks down the line.

• "The only thing my insurance covers is CBT. I fucking hate CBT."

• "What if we figure out a way to pay someone you can choose?"

• "I don't wa-" "Na-ah, friends help friends survive."

• Please imagine Spider-Man making a couple extra bucks by helping people install solar panels and carrying heavy stuff.

• He'd sit down next to you with a laptop and you'd search for therapy options.

• "DBT. IFS. EFT. The other EFT. Hypnotherapy. Logo Therapy. Integrative Therapists for Psychedelics. Somatic Experiencing." Even he was overwhelmed with the option.

• "IFS. Hypnotherapy. Maybe Logo Therapy." You mumbled and he decluttered the tabs.

• You landed on a woman doing both IFS & Hypnotherapy. Both things that intrigued you.

• "I mean if nothing else works...drugs still exist." You'd shrug and he'd smirk at that.

• He'd bring you to your first appointment giving you the biggest hug before you went in.

• The woman would explain to you that you needed to get mentally resourced first and that she'd try with a specific type of hypnosis to see if that helps.

• When Peter saw you get out of the building he'd instantly put his arm around you while walking.

• "I'm so tired." You'd mumble leaning against him while walking, trusting him to lead the way while you were spacing out, "Gonna tell you about it after a long sleep."

• You'd wake up the next morning with energy. Still depressed, but not quite as depressed as the previous days. He slept over to make sure there were no weird aftereffects.

• You would look at him sleeping and get up to make yourself something simple to eat.

• He'd peek his eye open before both of them were wide open seeing you standing in the kitchen.

• "Woah." He mumbled before getting up and hugging you.

• "How was it?" You paused for a second, "That's what he said."

• You told him what the hypnosis felt like and that you went back to the origin of your depression and did some inner child work thing. And the hypnosis took a lot more out of you than you expected. And now you had more energy and hoped it wasn't short-form placebo.

• "Even if it is, she can still do the other work with you." You nodded.

• "Can we go for a short walk?" He'd eagerly nod.

• Over the weeks you'd get better and better at coping with your symptoms and connecting to your inner parts. You'd figure out your triggers and how to calm yourself out of them.

• He'd love to see you flourish and take you on little friend (👀) dates all across New York City the more energy you'd have.

• He'd make sure you'd keep seeing the beautiful things in the world. He'd program your TV to not show news. He'd actually send you good news deliberately.

• "We should live together." You'd suggest.

• "If you can handle the feds searching the apartment at some point." He'd giggle.

• "I'd be good with that. I'd hide little things making it awkward for them." You both laughed.

[alhoeverra]

| | fnaf sun x depressed!reader

TW: depression / self induced injury

You did not want to be here today. Everything seemed like it was too loud, and any information that you were trying to take in from the laptop was just slipping right past your visions. It just wasn't happening today.

Getting out bed was a struggle for you this morning, and getting dressed for work was even worse.

Your position in the daycare was normally an average job that you liked. The daycare attendant was nice, —sometimes a little too energetic— especially on days like today, but you liked him regardless. And, well, Sun liked you, too!

Moon, maybe not so much. You two didn't always see eye to eye. Maybe it was because that version of the sunny animatronic was colder. He had a little bug that needed to be fixed, so you rarely spent your time with him anyway.

Thankfully, it was almost five o'clock. Which meant, the daycare would soon come to a close, as it closed earlier than the rest of the building did. Sun was busy rounding up the rest of the kiddos, and you were too tired to get up to help him. You'd been assigned at the desk to help with kid checkout, but you still liked to help him with getting the kids to settle down a bit.

But the thought of even talking to anyone today, was a struggle. You weren't sure if Sun noticed or not. He was pretty busy with the kids all day.

Not to mention, aside from your moodiness, your ankle was hurting a bit more than usual. It was a really stupid thing to do.

Your bedroom door was locked off from your roommates, and you might have pushed just a little too hard on your skin with the sharp object in hand.

Bandaids did just about nothing, so you had to result in getting a bandage wrap, and medical tape it over the wound. You've been limping on that foot a bit, only because the more movement you made, the more that the scabbing over deep cut would reopen.

You bit the inside of your lip as you shifted positions in the desk chair. Eyes peering out over the daycare, you notice the first parent had come in looking for their child.

"Excuse me?" She asks. You look over to her and try your hardest to smile. "Yes, hi. Picking up?" You ask.

She nods. "Mhm. Jennifer."

You mumble a light 'okay' and scroll through the names of parents and guardians on the laptop. The list was a bit longer than usual today, so after a few seconds of scrolling, you stop on the name. There she was— she was picking up her eight year old son. You stand up, silently trying your best not to whine out in pain, as the soreness of your wounds drifted up throughout your leg.

The parent frowns slightly as you make your way over to the sunny animatronic. He catches your body making its way towards him, and stands straight from cleaning off one of the kids tables.

"Hey Sun, Jennifer is here to pick up Daniel." You say. You shift your weight to the other leg as you smile painfully at him.

"Oh! Already? Alrighty then." He makes his way to the dark featured boy, a bright smile on his face. He had been busy kicking a ball back and forth with another friend in the daycare.

"Dani! Your mother is here." Sun called out.

The alert of Sun's voice brought the kid out of his little imaginative daze, and he smiles big. "Okay, Mr Sun!" And right on cue, he runs over to his mother, you following tow, giving Sun a little smile of your own. You check her name off of the list and sit back down at the desk chair.

"Have a nice day." You give a little wave and she nods back with a smile.

This went on, until finally, there were no other children left in the daycare, and it was just the sounds of Sun cleaning up the room, and you typing away at the computer log. Your ankle was killing right now. The rest of your leg throbbed in pain as well as that said area.

As the animatronic wasn't looking, you glance down under the desk and sneak a peak at the bandages. They felt wet. And yes, there was a bit of blood, as suspected, bleeding through. Shit. Now what were you gonna do? It's not like you could just hide that without it dripping down to your shoe.

Sun suddenly appeared at the desk, leaning over it. "I'm not stupid, you know!" His head tilts a little at you, smile chipper as ever. You furrow a brow up at him.

"What?" You deadpan him.

Sun rounds the corner of the desk and bends down, squatting to floor level. Your brows furrow a bit as an anxious heat rushes to your cheeks.

Oh shit. No no no. Sun of all people- - er— animatronics, can't find out about this.

You cared what he thought about you. It was odd, but you two had a really close connection. Maybe stronger than you ever had with a regular human being.

Some nights you laid awake wondering, though, if you just stopped showing up to work one day, if he'd care. Would he really miss you that much? Maybe the first few days, but he'd probably go on with his evenings forgetting all about you.

He inspects the fresh blood as the tiny bit dripped down your ankle. Suns cold fingers pull up the hems of your pant leg, dragging you out of your thoughts as the coldness now traveled up. "How'd you manage to do this?"

You frown a bit. "You knew about this?"

Sun takes off the bandage, and though it was faint, you notice the slight cringe in his features change. "Oh, sweetheart. I see everything!" Voice still chipper. "Don't expect me to not see your little limp. But I do give you extra credit for hiding it so well!" He stands, and you frown up at him anxiously in your seat on the chair.

Sun walks over to the medical cabinet and digs around for some thicker bandages. Taking out an alcohol swap, he brings it over to the position on the floor and sits again, grabbing your ankle. You wince a little in pain, but suck in through your teeth instead of letting it be known.

Then, his head cranes a bit and tilts, fingers slowly pulling up the pant leg a bit higher to reveal more cuts and old scars.

They were fading away, now. They had been for a long time.

You look away, flinching out of his grasp. Awkwardly, you sit there in an anxious silence as he now looks up at you. "Y/N . . What happened?"

Tears brim your vision. The daycare was empty anyway. A few slip down your cheek, causing the jester to quickly stand and grab your hand. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Guilt crawled up your throat as you look at him. Slowly, you shake your head. "I'm sorry." Sobbing. You were now sobbing at work. It was so embarrassing that you couldn't keep it together for just one more hour. Your hands retract, pull up and cover your face, and you curl into your knees.

"Sorry—? For what?" Sun asks, his voice trying to stay level. You knew he was probably becoming an anxious mess just as you were, but he stayed strangely calm for you.

"Things have just been so hard lately," Your voice cracks. "I can't take it anymore. I'm so tired." You cry softly into your hands.

"Hey! Hey," Sun places both hands on your shoulders, causing you to bury your head further into the sleeves of your arms. It was bad enough he was hearing you cry, you didn't want for him to see you like that, too.

"Don't talk like that! I need you here," Sun's fingers tense into the skin of your shoulders. With one quick swift movement, you're pulled into his chest, enveloped in a tight hug.

You sob into him, face still buried into the palms of your hands. "Do you?" The crack in your voice causes him to glance into his gathered arms down at you.

"What would I do without you?" He asks, hugging you just a little tighter. Sun didn't want to let go, and luckily for him, you didn't want him to either.

"Really?" You break through the sobs, sniveling. Slightly, you tilt your head to look up at him, catching his anxious gaze.

"Yes- - you're my walking sunshine." His head falls on top of yours. The warmth of him, and how hard your sobs were beginning to exhaust you.

You didn't realize just how much you had meant to him. It just didn't seem possible for an AI unit to collect feelings and memories like that.

"We wait for you every day, you know. Watch for when you walk through those doors in the mornings. It's our favorite part of the day." Sun's voice wobbles a little, cradling you against him like a mother to a child. "And Moon always makes sure you make it to your car safe, at night!"

That feeling, the warmth, it almost made you smile. A soft laugh breaks through your sobs, and you look up to the Sunny animatronic. His head tilts questionably down at you, drawing back slightly to read your expression better.

"Do I really mean that much to you?" You ask. It was a stupid question, definitely not ethical. But the words had slipped from your mouth before you could even stop them.

"What kind of question is that?!" He asks, an irritation under his usual tone. "Of course you do!"

You stare at the floor in a subtle shock. Your nose was stuffed up, and you sniffle. Cheeks red, eyes wet. You were a mess.

You actually hadn't figured out a response yet. Instead, you slowly wrap your arms around the torso of the sun, head resting against his chest again. He was your comfort, for sure, no doubts about that. How could you leave someone like that to be alone, when they were so fond of you?

Mindset changed, you inhale a shaky breath before speaking. "I'm sorry." Your voice is quiet, low. "I didn't mean to be like that, I'm just really going though some shit right now."

Sun runs gentle circles over your back with a hand. "Surely you aren't thinking about . . leaving, us?" His voice was hesitant, whimper.

Not anymore, you weren't.

A guilt floods into your chest, and you push it down.

You sniffle a stuffy nose again, and sigh a little. "No, Sun." The hoarseness in your voice would eventually go away, but hearing yourself sound like that made you inwardly cringe.

"Promise me." The tone of his voice made you draw back a little, taking yourself out of his comforting arms to brush yourself off, and wipe your face.

"I promise." You frown.

Sun reaches up to the desk, behind you, and grabs the box of tissues sitting on the corner. He passes the decorated box over to your shaking hands and you accept. Wiping your face, you throw the soft tissue into the garbage beside your desk chair.

"You should talk to us more when you feel like this, you know. Mental health is important, my love!" Sun gathers you back into his arms, and you hug him tighter than he does, this time.

"I will," You snivel again. "I promise."

"Good! You better!" He says. "Now let's try to have a better day, starting now."

You nod, smiling weakly up at him. "Okay."

"C'mon, sunshine." He stands, holding a hand out for you to grab. You look at the gesture before taking hold of his hand, and standing to your wobbly feet. Sun shoots you a little smile. "Better days are ahead!"

[thequietkid-moonie]

Yandere: * threating the darling with killing them just to scare them *

Depressed!Darling: please do

[we-were-born-to-be-free]

Beautiful - D.M

It started yesterday afternoon. The unwanted comments about your appearance. You had finally started thinking you were pretty, after all those weeks of despising yourself for how you looked. Draco helped you though it all. He would tell you how beautiful you are and that he was going to help you through it.

If it was someone else saying something, you would have just brushed it off. But it was your mother. She wasn’t the most kind and understanding, but she was there. That’s all that mattered. Until it didn’t.

She started with comments about your acne, pointing out everything on your face that wasn’t meant to be there. You couldn’t do anything about that, you cleaned your face twice a day, took pills to make it go away. It wasn’t your fault. It couldn’t be.

Then came the comments about your weight. That was where she struck a nerve. You don’t know if she knew it was your biggest insecurity, but she knew everything. “When are you going to start getting thin? No boy is ever going to look at you if you don’t lose some weight.”

You held it in for the rest of the day, until you had finished dinner and retired to your room. You started crying, tired of everything you couldn’t change, everything you couldn’t be. Sobs racked your trembling frame as you sat on your bed.

 Thankfully you had enough privacy to be alone for some time. You wished that Draco was with you to comfort you, to tell you that everything was going to be alright. At the same time, you were grateful he wasn’t here. You didn’t want him to see you in this state.

You started undressing and changing into your satin pyjamas, until you looked in the mirror. You stared at the person looking back at you, not recognising who she was. What had happened to that sweet, innocent girl that you were only a few months ago? With the scars on your arms and inner thighs, where did she go to?

You grabbed the blade from your bathroom and pressed it deep into your skin. Silent tears are running down your face as you watch your crimson blood flow down your arm. You stand in front of the mirror, despising yourself once again.

You drag yourself back to your bed and curl up in a tight ball, wishing all the hurtful things happening to you would stop. You were thankful that you were going back to Hogwarts, away from the rude comments and nasty people.

The following day, you made your way to King’s cross Station, with your mother and father. You bid them farewell and immediately started looking for your boyfriend.

And there he was, in his formal black suit, hair neatly styled, as always, and electric grey eyes scanning the train for any sign of you. As his eyes landed on you, his gaze softened when a small smile started forming on his face.

He took a few long strides towards you before engulfing you in a hug. You savoured the scent of his strong cologne and minty breath; the scent you craved when you were hurting. You had almost broke down there and then, but you held it in when your boyfriend pulled away from your comforting embrace.

"Hello love. How was your holiday," he said sweetly.

"It was fine. Can talk about it later though," you pleaded. You weren't ready to tell him about the events of your miserable holiday. You were scared. Scared of what he would think of you. Would he leave you once he sees the marks on your inner thighs and on your wrists?

"Of course, love," he agrees to hesitantly.

Later, when you find all your friends, Blaize, Pansy, and Theodore, you all find a compartment and start catching up with each other.

All was well. You were having fun, laughing at all your friends' jokes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A few days went by. You weren't coping with anything. You had become more self conscious, more aware of what you were doing, eating, and what you were wearing.

You had completely stopped eating, using excuses to miss lunch to study in the library, or you had unfinished homework to do, or you simply weren't hungry.

You hoped no one would notice. No seemed to at least. But Draco did. He knew about your history with self harm. He said he would always be there for you, whenever you needed him. He will always give you space, but he hadn't seen you eat anything since you both came back from the holidays.

He went to the Great Hall, scanned his eyes over the crowd to find you, only to see that you weren't there. That was it. You weren't taking care of yourself, and he was going to make sure that it wouldn't be happening again.

The thought of having lunch left his mind as he turned quickly on his heels to look for you. Would you be at the library or in your dorm, since you had a free period? Draco knew you well, so he headed up to your dorm room.

He knocks on your door," Hey love. It's me can I come in?"

No answer.

He knocks again, this time louder, with worry in his voice ,"Y/N?"

Still no answer. He opened your door and looked around frantically. Where were you? He stood laid out all the possibilities of where you might be when he heard it. A muffled sob. Your muffled sob.

He opened the bathroom door, and he's glad he did. He saw you, sleaves rolled up, blade in hand and the worst of all, blood.

You stared in the mirror, unable to do anything. He rushed towards you, knocking the blade out of your hand.

"Love, what the fuck are you doing? You know that it's bad for you. You're hurting yourself darling. Don't do this," he says trying to persuade his girlfriend.

"Am I not doing enough? What am I doing wrong love?"

"Nothing, Draco. You're not doing anything wrong. You have been so supportive and helpful, and I am so grateful for it. You're doing the most you can right now and that's enough."

"Don't hurt yourself Princess, you're so beautiful."

"No. No I'm not."

"Yes, you are love."

"I SAID I'M NOT, SO FUCKING BELIEVE ME FOR ONCE," you said, losing all patience and the will to hold it in. You fell to the floor, tears flowing freely down your face. Draco caught you as you fell.

He held you close, knowing how much you needed him to be there. You were in so much pain, going through so much hurt and he had no clue until now.

Your heart wrenching sobs broke his heart. Why can't he fix it? He should be able to, right? He promised that he would take away all that made you upset, but why can't he fix it. Before he knew it, tears of his own were falling onto his cheeks.

He held onto you until your cries turned into quiet sniffles. He moved your hair from your face and truly looked at you. He noticed the bags under your eyes, the fresh scars on your wrists, and your miserable frown.

You tried to scoot yourself closer to him, wanting his warmth and comfort.

"Love, lets get you cleaned up first, yeah?"

You just nodded, not being able to fathom any words from all the crying. You both moved towards your bed, flopping on it, wanting to continue cuddling with you boyfriend.

Once he got you all cleaned and bandaged your wrist, he asked you why you started cutting again. You told him the story of your dreadful holiday, not without a few tears.

"My love. I'm so sorry baby," he apologises, bringing his forehead to touch yours. "I'm so sorry. If I had asked you what was wrong after the holiday, would you have stopped?"

"No. I would still feel like this. Miserable, ugly and so, so unworthy of your love."

Draco's tears fell as he brought your lips to his, pouring out all the love he could into his kiss. "I'm sorry beautiful. It's all my fault. I didn't pay enough attention to you and look where you've ended up. But I promise," he declares as he sniffles, "I promise to help you through this. To help you love yourself again. Is that okay?"

You nod appreciatively. You were so grateful he stayed with you. You don't know what you would do without him.

"Thank you Draco. I love you."

"I love you too, beautiful. Now come here. I'm long due for cuddles," he says, motioning for you to sit beside him.

He held you close for the rest of the evening, savouring the way you felt against his body. He felt like he was protecting you. Like he was keeping you safe.

Before you just drifted off to sleep, you heard him say, " Love?"

"Mhm?"

"I love you, okay? I'll help you through this beautiful. I promise."

He kissed your forehead tenderly, sealing the promise he made to you.

"I love you too, Draco. Thank you. For everything."

[writer-ann-artist]

Depressed!Reader x Aemond Targareyn III

Part one Part two

• Lucerys immediately thinking how his terrifying uncle could be so close to a beautiful woman, but his confusion disappears once his uncle looks up at him

• Lucerys trying his best to be respectful, but Aemond and his betrothed are making it hard to focus

• He watched as the lord was being read his mother's letter

Aemond leaned into reader's ear, on his face held a devious smirk. His eyes glowed alight as she reacted to his words. Her small smile turned wide and her face colored red. Reader tried to cover her face as a way to hide her laugh, but it was still heard.

• Lucerys watched as the beautiful woman touched his uncle, unafraid and uncaring of his reaction. He watched as Aemond smiled at her touch. He watched as his uncle's remaining eye glowed with mirth. Aemond's betrothed left her hand on the prince as he moved closer to her.

• Lucerys couldn't look away from their connection until the lord spoke to him.

"You think I'll just bend over an oath of my father? How do I benefit this? The king at least brought a betrothal to be offered, what of you?"

Lucerys tried his best but he still appeared nervous.

"I can not offer anything my lord, I am already betrothed."

"So you offer nothing." The lord stated with a sigh. He looked over to his niece as she conversed with her newly betrothed. Despite being proud she was able to catch the prince's eye, the lord couldn't help but notice she was just a showing smitten with as he her.

"At least something good has come from The House of Dragon not knowing who its ruler is. Go back to your mother boy, and tell her no oath will be kept here."

• Lucerys trying to make s quick but confident exit

• He made the mistake of looking to his uncle

"Wait, Lord Strong! You have a debt to be paid."

Lucas could hear the other ladies gasp and murmur to each other. The one thing he didn't expect to see was what he saw when he turned around. Aemond had been known in his family as having a certain fire in his eye, a fire that would ignite when violence was promised. This was the first time Lucerys saw that fire in someone else's eyes that wasn't his stepfather.

"You think I will just let you walk away from me? I intend to collect, but I will be generous. You will get to choose which eye, a privilege I did not get."

Reader took in a breath as she listened to her betrothed words. Yet her admiration did not falter, fire burned in her eyes.

• Aemond promising his nephews eye as a gift for his betrothed, Lucerys stares in shock that the woman beside his uncle did not seem bothered by his promise.

• Lucerys almost running out of the hall when Lord Borros dismissed his and Aemond's dispute

• Aemond's long legs carrying him out if the hall with his betrothed trying to follow him

• Reader noticed he left his dagger and was wanting to return it to him

The Prince marched out of Storm's End trying to catch up with his nephew. He couldn't help but hear his betrothed heels march along with him. He quickly turned around catching his love as she bumped right into him. Grasping both her wrists he found his dagger lying in her palms.

"What are you doing? Planning on following me into the storm?!"

"If I must!" The usually shy woman shouted at the Prince. Her face determined but Aemond could see the uncertainty in her eyes. He held onto her firmly but he stayed silent allow her to speak.

"You ignite something within me my Prince, a fire I hadn't known. A fire I have only felt with you and no one else." Aemond pulls his love close to him forgetting all about proprietary and reputation.

"Who thought you to speak so boldly." The Prince sounded angry but his love could see it in his eye. He was amused, happy to see her express herself. He hummed to himself as he held her close. The hands holding his dagger drift down his body, they find his waist and deposit the dagger to its home, the sheath upon his waist.

"Speak plainly to me, let me hear your desire." Their lips were touching as the Prince spoke. His betrothed was barely holding herself up.

"Don't take the boy's eye, " Her sentence was left unfinished as Aemond pushed himself away. His remaining eye gave her a scathing glare. Had she lied to him through their whole meeting? The Prince scoffed and continued his march to Vahgar.

"I am getting what I am owed, no one is stopping me from that."

"I wasn't trying to, my Prince listen." The Prince did not answer nor did he turn around for her. He had Vahgar in his grasp but was pulled away by a much smaller force. Quickly he turned around grabbing her arm that had latched onto him. He used his free hand to grasp her face, making her look at him. Aemond kept his eye determined not showing that he did not want to hurt her, but if he needed to.

"I do not want his eye my love. That night you lost what he took from you." The Prince squeezed his betrothed face. His patience was wearing thin.

"You also gained something. A dragon, my prince. You ride Vhagar! She chose you to be her rider, she listens to you, and she hears your commands. My prince, rider of the largest dragon in the world. My betrothed who I can't wait to marry and who can't wait to bed me." Aemond's stern face fell showing his love how her words were affecting him. His grip lessened from her face, he allowed his hands to drift down her body.

"An eye will not settle an already outweighed debt." The Prince pulled his betrothed close to him so that their bodies were touching.

"And what would you have me do?" His lips tickled hers.

"Bring me his dragon."

[huffelpuff210]

Taken care of Part 3 Soft Dark Steve Rogers x Soft Dark Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Forced relationship, Controlling behavior, Forced Marriage, Non Con, mentions of loss of a child, mentions of depression, Dark Themes, age gap,

You lay in the bed, sandwiched between both men as they slept, Both had an arm draped over you, 

After they were finished Cumming inside of you multiple times, bending you in all sorts of positions, You cried, You cried so hard, Not sure what was happening, why this was happening, they were your friends, why were they doing this to you? 

You look over your shoulder to See Bucky fast asleep, and in front of you Steve is also asleep, 

You slowly peel Steve’s arm off of you, he doesn’t move, You Peel Bucky’s off of you he is fast asleep, 

You crawl out of bed slowly and quietly trying not to make any sudden movements, 

You are naked so you grab a pair of running shorts, and a tank top, not bothering grabbing any underwear, You knew right now was your best chance, 

You had no family, but you had a few friends you could hide out with until you could skip town, 

You had no idea how your life had made this sudden turn, how could any of this had happened? 

You quietly grab your car keys from the table near the door, looking back they are both fast asleep, You slip on your flat’s making your way to the front door, opening it quietly, and shutting it, the crickets chirping, as you close the door. This is the first time you have been outside in three months, 

You take a deep breath, sprinting for your car fumbling with your keys to unlock the door, when suddenly you are pushed against the car by the back of your neck, 

“Where the hell do you think your going?” You hear Bucky’s gruff voice against your ear, 

“Away from the two of you!” You yell as your lip starts quivering, 

“Oh doll there is no escaping us.” he says 

“You are ours now,” He says 

You feel the tears falling down your cheeks, 

“Why are you doing this?” You ask, 

“I thought you were my friends.” You says 

“Oh kitten we are.” Bucky says against your cheek, 

“But you need us to take care of you.” You hear Steve, 

“I mean look at you, In shorts and a tank top in thirty degree weather.” Steve says 

“P-Please let me go, I won’t tell anyone.” You say 

“Of course not, you are our girl, and soon to be wife.” Bucky says 

“There is no way I will be your wife! Besides no one will conduct a three party wedding!” You yell

Both Steve and Bucky chuckle, 

“You won’t have to worry about that doll, We are Captain America and Winter Solider, all we have to do is say the word.” Steve says 

You let out a breath, they were right who were you to fight against them, 

“So why don’t we all go inside and talk.” Steve says 

You nod slowly knowing you had  no chance against the two soliders. 

You sat on the couch as The two super soliders stared down at you, You felt as if you were in the principles office, 

You jumped when you felt Bucky’s metal hand on your thigh, 

“First off I guess we should start by saying we’re sorry,” Steve says as he stares down at you , You look at him a little baffled, 

“We should have done this sooner before you hooked up with that loser.” Steve says 

“We should have told you how we felt about you sooner.” Bucky says as he rubs your thigh with his hand which causes goosebumps 

“Why are you doing this?” You asked looking down at the floor, 

“Because we love you kitten, and we want to take care of you.” Bucky says 

“We know that this place is small and passing that room is painful so we decided to get started on moving you in at our place.” Steve begins, 

You finally look up, 

“But-” You began to argue, But Steve presses one of his fingers to your lips, 

“That wasn’t a request.” He says smiling down at you, 

“Once you get settled we will begin on the plans.” Bucky says kissing the side of your neck, 

“P-Plans?” You asked 

“Getting married, Can’t have our girl living with us and not be married.” Steve says kneeling in between your legs,

You shake your head no, 

“N-No, I can’t.” You say,

“You can and will, Don’t you understand doll we love you and we would hate to use force to make you comply.” Steve says glaring at you, 

“Sure you have no family but plenty of friends, I would hate for them to have some sort of accident.” Steve says 

Your eyes widen, How could you forget, Steve and Bucky knew everything about you, who your friends were, where you liked to go, You told them everything, before any of this ever happened, And they hung on to every word, and you didn’t realize how deep their obsession really was up until this point that is, 

“Now, will you be a good girl and do as we say kitten?” Bucky asked

Your lip quivered realizing you were backed into a corner, and you had no way out and no one to save you, 

You simply swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded, agreeing to their insane idea, 

“That’s our good girl,” Steve says 

He pulls out a ring from his pocket, It was a beautiful rose gold ring, the diamond was in the shape of a tear drop, and on each side of the ring had their initials,

Steve grabbed your wrist, slipping on the ring, on your left ring finger, 

“Fits perfectly.” Bucky hums 

You really couldn’t believe this was happening, they were your friends what had happened, 

“Why don’t I make us something to eat.” Steve says standing up making his way to the kitchen while you sat on the couch completely stunned

[rose-riot-johnson]

Okay my Tumblr Peeps, I was asked about doing a particular fanfic a Shinsou, so it was requested. Anyways, it will comfort fluff fic, that could be dark, which I will be willing to write as well😃👍I couldn't think of how else to word things for this intro, so I do hope this fanfic will help you, if you're struggling.

*Note: Atleast one paragraph will be long.

💜You Have Me Now💜((Adult) Hitoshi Shinsou x Depressed They/Them Reader)

Genres: Comfort Fluff and Possible Angst (Warning⚠️: trigger warnings including, mentions of self harm, possible attempt of self harm, depression, and mentions of depression)

Eversince before Shinsou became a pro hero, he began a relationship with you. He felt you made his life better and that you helped him with his confidence to become a pro hero. However, Shinsou has been noticing through your messages and cellphone and/or social media calls with him that you have been depressed recently and he wasn't sure, if it's because of the fact that you and Shinsou being unable to spend time together for the last couple weeks. So, one day he decided he has plans to surprise you.

The day Shinsou picked to surprise you, he went to your house with gifts that you might like. He knocked on the door, but there was no answer. He checked the door to see, if it was locked, then realized it was left unlocked, as he was checking to see, if the door was locked or if he could open it. He then put the gifts on the couch in the living room to see about looking for you.

Shinsou went to check the kitchen, then there you were, however you were holding the razor, when he found you, then he shouted, "(They/Them Reader Name)! Stop whatever you're thinking about doing!", as he used his brainwashing, to get you to look at him. You then looked at him, as you said, "Shinsou? I'm sorry you had to see this... I really wasn't expecting you to be there... I mean...", then started to feel ashamed. "Look, (They/Them Reader Name)... I don't mean I make you feel ashamed or guilty... I just wanted to know why you were about to harm yourself with that razor... I have been noticing the messages and how you sounded during those call with me and I'm not sure, if it's because of us not spending time together... For some reason I just feel responsible for your depression...", Shinsou explained in self blame, as he started to feel sad and guilty for what you were about to do.

You then felt guilty for noticing how he felt, so you said, "It's not your fault, Shinsou... It's just... My depression has just been an on and off thing longer, than I could even remember... I really struggled with depression on and off before knowing I had depression and anxiety both... And I had alot of issues with being bullied alot mainly in middle school... then since I was a third year in a hero school, I did have my first relationship, however he criticized me, because I cried over something traumatizing from my past and he broke up with me... Then when I tried to have relationships it was either just hook ups, or nothing happened, or they were just an interest, or the relationship was just short lived somehow... It's as if no one wanted me even enough to keep me... I just was so used to short lived relationships... My depression just keeps creeping up on me to the point I felt like I'm reliving my past... I felt like, since I was unwanted in a relationship... I felt doing what you stopped me from doing, would be best...", then let your head down afterwards. Shinsou then replied, "Look, (They/Them Reader Name). You have me now. You don't need the razor. And I promise to keep giving you reassurance about our relationship, that you are needed, and (anything else pertaining to the reader's imagination). I will do my best to be there for you.", as Shinsou then hugged you, as you dropped the razor on the floor. Both you and Shinsou began to hug together, as you asked, "You really mean it, Shinsou?". He then replied, "Ofcourse. I meant every word of it, (They/Them Reader Name)".

Later that day, Shinsou letted you know that he made the decision that he will be living with you from now on, so he can makesure your well-being improves and keeps improving, as well. You were perfectly fine with it, since you enjoy his company, just as much as he enjoys your company. As time went by, Shinsou has been taking care of you and he even cooks for you, when you're not expecting him to cook for you.

Since Shinsou can easily notice the signs of you having anxiety, depression, and other things pertaining to what could happen to your well-being, he definitely makesure to keep a definite eye on you and makesure it gets tooken cared of. He will also makesure you talk about it and he will do so without pushing you to talk about it, if needed. It's because, even without his brainwashing, it's possible for you to talk about things that might be bothering you.

So, aside from being a pro hero, Shinsou cares alot about you and everything he did for you in your relationship with him, including his everyday reassurance, proves how much he really loves you. He will makesure you're tooken cared of in every single way, if needed. And that includes your well-being. He will also makesure no one, will ever hurt you anymore. He even promised you and himself that nobody will hurt you, ever again.

💜The End💜

I do hope this fanfic will help my Tumblr Peeps. And @shinaevordie I do hope I work on this fanfic correctly while I hope this fanfic helps, as well. I don't often talk much about depression nor anxiety, unless I'm reblogging posts pertaining it, however I'm sure alot of people go through it. The thing about well-being is, it's good to stay positive, however by personal experience it's easier said than done when it comes to not relapsing into depression and anxiety. Sometimes I feel depression and/or anxiety can creep up on people, even without them knowing. And yes on and off depression and anxiety has happened to me too, even if it just mild. I don't talk about myself pertaining this due to fear of criticism and stuff. This is the best I can think of wording my conclusion, since I don't usually talk much about myself pertaining anxiety and depression. Anyways Aevyn, thank you for asking me to work on this type of fanfic pertaining Shinsou, as well. Seriously, I honestly credit you, for almost all of the Shinsou fanfics, I have written about🤗💗

[ikemen-trifecta]

Obey Me! Beelzebub x Depressed Reader

I'd originally planned to have all the brothers file into MC's room after hearing Beel talking/crying with them, but I reached a point where this man was finna become my comfort character and decided to have him comfort them on his own. P.S.ー My drafts kept getting erased, so I had to keep rewriting! Augh! Big, bad, bland ice cream bar! -Edi

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　Beelzebub was the first to find you crying in your room on his way to his nightly raid of the kitchen. He'd heard sobbing and opened your door to find you curled up in your blanket, crying your eyes out.

　"(y/n)?" he asked quietly, so as not to startle you. You turned to look at him, furiously wiping your face to hide any traces of anguish. But you failed, as the tears kept flowing without mercy.

　"Did I wake you?" you worried. "I'm sorry..." You let out another sob.

　Beel made his way to you and crouched by your bed. "Are you okay?" he asked, distress showing in his downturned brows.

　"Y-yeah; I'mー It's justー This happens from time to time," you explained.

　"Why are you sad?" he asked again. "Are you homesick? Did we...do something wrong?"

　Bless his heart, you thought.

　"No; no; no, Beel! Nothing like that. I just have depression. It's like this rain cloud above me that watches everything I do even when I'm happy."

　He looked up. "I don't see anything," he said quizzically.

　"It's not a literal cloud. What I meant was..." You pondered for a few moments. "Imagine you can only eat bland ice cream bars for the rest of your life."

　Beel instantly recoiled. "That's terrible!"

　"Yeah. Those bland ice cream bars taste like depression."

　"But...that means you have to taste that 'depression' stuff all the time!" He was close to crying alongside you.

　"It's not...all the time..." you tried to sugarcoat, "Events like you being here with me are like adding yummy toppings to the ice cream." You tried to smile, but that proved too much right now.

　"You'll still have to get to the depression underneath, though," he whimpered.

　"Uh-huh," you admitted. You didn't have the heart to lie to him.

　"What can I do to make the bad taste go away?" he pleaded.

　"I wish I knew," you responded somberly. You looked at him to see a big frown. This is your fault. This is all your fault. How did you ever think you could possibly act as a family therapist when you don't even have a grip on your pathetic emotions?

　"Stop it," you whispered, trying to swat the negative thoughts away.

　"Stop what?" Beel asked.

　"Sorry; not you. I'm dealing with some bad thoughts right now."

　"Do you...want a hug?" he offered, still unsure of what to do in this situation.

　You mulled it over for a little before quietly answering, "If it's not too much trouble."

　You two stayed like that until you opened your eyes to see that you'd fallen asleep. Beel still had his arms wrapped around you and was drooling on the comforter.

　"Beel?" you whispered, gently shaking his shoulder.

　"Ice cream..." he murmured in his sleep.

　You knew he wouldn't hear it, but you told him, "Thanks for being here with me."

[milkywaybottles]

Could I request a Terzo x gn!reader oneshot where he finds them crying and cuddles with them while he comforts them? I’ve been feeling kinda down lately so it’d help a lot ^^"

A/N: Hello, anon! Thank you for the request! My Terzo writings haven't seemed to have gotten as much attention thus far but I'm glad to be writing for him nonetheless. I'm sorry you've been feeling down lately and I'm always here to talk if you need me, love. It seems most of my readers have the blues recently as I've received many similar requests over the past few days and have merged a few into this one. Enjoy xx

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The Blues - Terzo / Papa III x Reader Oneshot

Word Count: 1.2k

Prompt: Cuddles and comfort

Reader's Pronouns: Unspecified gn!reader

After a day that had seemingly stretched on and on, there was only one person on his mind, the one person he wanted to see, the person who could bring him a glimpse of comfort to his tired mind.

You.

He made his way to the bedroom with a quickening pace, the echoes of his shoes bouncing off the carved walls of the ministry. Coloured moonlight streamed through the beautifully crafted stain-glass windows, displaying rainbows on the marble floor. With each consecutive turn in the hallway, his ambition rose, fingers eagerly drumming against his side. Terzo passed countless Sisters and Ghouls, barely giving them the time of day as his head was kept solely fixed on his path.

But, as his eyes fell on the door, wedged open as the light seeped from it, he could tell something was off. You had never been one to keep the door open, especially not when sleeping. A thin-lipped frown emerged on his weary face. Barely peeking through the door, he pushed his raven bangs away from his face and huffed. There was a remote scan of the room that ended up fruitless.

The linen sheets of the master bed were left untouched, not a single item of clothing scattering the carpet beneath it. The scarlet curtains had been drawn, candles left unburnt. His body irked.

One question nagged at his mind:

Where was his precious Tesoro?

He turned hastily on his heel and paused for a moment, noticing the thickness of the air. The silence was something neither one of you had been accustomed to at the ministry. It had always been filled to the brim with people or ghouls coming and going, getting up to as much mischief as possible. And yet, not a single sound graced his ears, prompting his eyebrow to twitch. Just moments ago, he had passed scurrying Sisters and Ghouls, now only for them to disperse into nothing.

A shiver consumed his body as his mind focused back on locating his lover. The thought crossed his mind to call for you, though he only shook it away. For lack of a specific destination in mind, he began marching with determination down the halls while on high alert for any sign of you. He supposed he should start with your favourite spots.

The garden, you described, was always peaceful, maybe that was where you were.

But then again, you spent more time in the library, reading, and assisting with the cataloguing of records and books.

Of course, the kitchen had all your favourite foods and you often made your way down there for many a midnight snack.

Terzo let out an agonisingly slow sigh, hand dragging through his hair. This was too hard for him. He simply wanted to collapse into your figure, burying his head in the crook of your neck as you murmured sweet nothings to him. Instead, he was stuck on a search.

The lengthy hallways continued until he found himself in the clearing where the hallway split off into the plant-infested sunroom. The moon cast a gentle glow of rays across the walls, splitting through the glass. His view was obscured by the dense vines covering the entry windows. His hand hovered over the brass doorknob, before opening it in a swift and fluid movement.

As the door swung open, creaking as it did so, his eyes darted across the width of the room. The sunroom, more fittingly the ‘moon room’, had been garnished with beautiful antique furniture, candelabras, hanging pots and the occasional bookshelf. His eyes must have covered every inch of that room, and alas, his ears heard it first.

It was faint initially, nothing more than a whisper of a whimper, only to be followed by a harsher sniffle.

His face scrunched together and he crept towards the sound, face softening as it lay on your dishevelled figure. He felt his heart squeeze as if someone had taken it in their grasp, guard lowered as quickly as it had gone up. He paused, unsure if you had been aware of his presence.

“T-Terzo” you sniffed, bringing the sleeve of your satin nightgown to your runny nose. It took everything in you not to break down into heavier sobs at his discovery of you. Your mind was plagued with shame.

If you hadn’t been crying, he might point out that you looked stunning under the moon’s glow. The way it bounced off in rings on your hair, or the glaze that consumed your doe-ish eyes was enough to bring him to his knees. He took wary steps forward, observing as your body shrinked backwards into the couch, almost quivering with saddening fear.

“Tesoro….”.

You almost collapsed at his soft yet concerned murmur, opening the floodgates for salty, stinging tears. Sniffing again, the depths of nausea swayed inside you and your stomach felt empty. Your lip quivered, “It’s o-okay”.

Terzo couldn’t decipher if that was a reassurance for him or if you had been reassuring yourself, or perhaps both.

He took his place beside you on the couch, silent for a moment. His presence was enough to slow the steady stream of tears from your cheeks, quelling your violently shaking hands. He knew that. And you managed to crack a transparent smile, knowing his scrutinising gaze saw into you, into the depths of your soul, parts no one had dared to see before. Even, at times, to your detriment, he knew you.

His hand lifted in hesitation before landing firmly on top of yours, wedged between your lap. There was a reassuring squeeze. “Come here”, and before you knew it, his arms wrapped around you. You were overwhelmed with relief, even the minuscule actions of comfort bringing solace to you. His scent of musk and expensive cologne soothed your senses, hand working double time to rub repetitive circles on your back atop the fabric of your nightgown.

His head found your neck, breath against it, lips vibrating on your skin, “You will tell me what’s bothering you, si?”. Your silence was gut-wrenching as his hand slipped across your cheek, feeling the wetness of a tear being rubbed across it. Slowly, you shook your head.

You hiccuped, "It's nothing..."

He made a face of disapproval, knitting his eyebrows together once again. All he wanted to do was help you, but he couldn't if you didn't say something.

You observed his frown through the speckling of blurry tears. In your sensitive state, this only caused you to sob harder, gasping for air as you spoke, "I've just b-been so s-sad lately and so stressed-"

"Oh, bella" he whispered sympathetically, bringing you in and holding you close. The rhythmic thumping of his heart echoed against your ear. "It'll be okay. You should have told me, eh?". The sincere playfulness of his tone didn't falter in leaving you with a weak but grateful half-smile, lightly grinning against his chest.

"I love you, cara mia, don't worry about it, okay? I will take care of it... and you"

You nodded, then again with more vigour as if to reaffirm his statement. "I know... I love you too". A kiss was pressed to the crown of your head and you felt him smile against your hair.

For the rest of the night, you both spent it curled up on the emerald, crushed velvet sofa, the moon watching over you both. Eventually, you fell into an emotionally exhausted slumber, and Terzo followed suit.

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