#depression comfort

[yureismellslikefanfic]

i wanna know how scara would take care of reader if they had a mental health episode if you're ok with writing that

I'm absolutely fine with writing this, here you go!

A/N: Sorry it took so long, I was kinda busy with family events and stuff :/

(Depression version.)

(ooc)Scaramouche x Fem!Reader (Hurt/Comfort)

You were curled up in a blanket, as if to hide from the world. Tears running down your cheeks, yet you make no noise, no sobs, no whimpers, nothing.

You couldn't keep doing this, pretending you're fine when you're not 'fine' in the slightest. You just say you're fine because you don't want to bother other people, make them think different of you, or it could just be as simple as not wanting to talk about it.

Scaramouche was out working, tending to important matters. You couldn't bother him with something as unimportant as this.

You felt completely numb to life's happiness. You felt like everything you've gone through and done is for nothing.

You know you're better off gone, yet you never acted on those thoughts before.

You think back to all the mistakes you've made and all the times you said something you shouldn't have.

Why couldn't you have been smarter all those times?

You didn't know, and you didn't know if you'd ever know, either.

The sudden sound of a door opening brought you from your thoughts and you pulled the blanket higher to conceal your face.

You could hear light footsteps walk to you, along with the feeling of someone sitting down on the side of the bed.

"What's wrong?" Scaramouche said as gently as he could, but it was obvious he was holding his anger.

Not wanting to say anything and let him hear the shakes in your voice, you kept your mouth shut.

You heard him sigh, as he pulled you to him. He slid the blanket off of you and wrapped his arms around you in an attempt to comfort you.

Your hair concealed your face, covering your tear-stained eyes.

He noticed that, gently moving your hair out of your face as he saw the redness around your eyes from crying.

"You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, but if you do, I'll always listen." He was never normally like this with you, but his tone was soft as he spoke. His eyes were full of concern and love, which again, he never normally showed.

You could only nod as you hid your face into his neck and slowly hugged him.

Usually, Scaramouche would scoff about this and tell you how pointless affection is, but he knew it wouldn't help you in this situation, nor would it help him, either.

He wrapped his arms around your frail body, whispering encouraging words into your ear as you let the tears flow.

"I'm here for you."

"I know I don't say this often, but.. I love you, okay?"

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[angelpassing-by]

SOMETHING BAD GOING ON LATELY

Characters: Zhongli, Diluc. Genre: angst, comfort. Your boyfriend realises over time you're in a bad mental space and comforts you after you open up. Modern AU. Tw: self harm, not graphic mention of injuries and self harm scars, depression episodes. A/N: English is not my first language. A bit rambly and incoherent, I'm afraid-

ZHONGLI ִ  ֗- - - - - - - - ꔫ - - - - - - - - ִ  ۫ 

You hadn't really been feeling yourself lately. Things happened around you as if they were filtered by a distorted glass. Words had a static sound behind them, and even silence felt somehow too heavy.

You laid still most of the time, waiting for the time to pass by, one, two, five hours and counting. Without the soft humming of your partner the air on the appartment felt constricting. The couch wasn't even that comfortable, but you didn't have the energy to get up.

it took some time for the ex-archon to pick up on your behaviour, all in all, as an inmortal being, he was used to stillness. Plus, it definetly didn't help that you weren't normally very energetic either.

"Honey, are you feeling fine?"

That had been a particularly difficult day as you were forced out of your home by your friends. They laughed and joked and you felt so, so out of place through the entire time. You couldn't help but feel inadequate. You weren't as funny as them, or as pretty, or smart or kind. You just couldn't figure out how to reach to them, and in your poor state of mind, everything you could think about was how little you gave to them.

"Yes, just kind of tired, don't worry." You lied, slowly getting up and heading to the kitchen for a glass of water.

"Are you sure, you have been a bit down lately." He trailed behind you but his words seemed to vanish on thin air, or maybe be swallowed by too-thick air.

You couldn't be bothered to respond, why would you? Things changed around you, you could do nothing. Words were spoken, but life just continued after all, long and miserable. And you, you were just watching from the sidelines.

"Do you want to go somewhere? Or maybe just order takeout and watch something." Your boyfriend was getting anxious, he knew nothing about human beings.

Maybe you were sick.

"I'm fine. I'll go to bed early though so don't bother." You talked drily, where were the endearing nicknames or the shy smiles? Zhongli couldn't help but wonder.

You went to bed early without saying goodnight and were still fast asleep when he got up for work. Well, actually, you had prentended to be sleeping, feeling the sweet goodnight kiss on your temple and the squeeze on your hand when he left.

You felt like a terrible partner, avoiding your significant other. In truth, you were scared, what if he dind't seem real? What if he suddenly had the realisation that you were nothing but a bystander in everyone's life?

That night, the scene repeated, but instead of confronting you, Zhongli simply asked in a gentle manner "Can I hug you, my dear?"

That caught you by surprise and you absentmidedly nodded, still convinced that he wouldn't dare to touch you. But he did, wrapping you in big, warm arms and securing you to his chest, the fabric of his expensive suit rubbing against your cheek.

In that precise moment, time froze, the glass cage that had been keeping you isolated for weeks shattering. The thrumming of his heart against your ear, clearer than any sound you'd heard as of lately. His hands on your back felt so real, so genuine. You dind't even noticed that you were talking, softly wispering as he rubbed your back in circular motions.

"You're real."

DILUC ִ  ֗ - - - - - - - - ꔫ - - - - - - - - ִ  ۫ 

That was one of the only times when you could actually feel like yourself. When the pressure on your chest was lifted and the stream of tears clouded that little skeptical voice inside your mind.

"Are you even real?"

"Do you exists if no one looks at you?"

"Everything would be fine if you were gone."

The steady pulse hammering your head as the heavy droplets of crimson slide across your marred skin somehow gave you peace. And you felt horrible for it. Horrible for relapsing and falling again for old vices. Horrible for lying to your boyfriend. Horrible because everything was fine, yet you still felt distant from it all.

The tender scars across your arms itched as you tugged on your long sleeves, always paranoid that they would to slip down, just enough to reveal a trail of swollen skin and distorted lines. The anxiety making you space out from whatever your boyfriend was talking at that moment. Truthfully, you had no energy left to hear some story about drunkards or the mysterious Dark Night.

" - and of course, Charles just had to do it, you know?" Diluc, immersed in his monologue as he was, had unconsciously approached you, a shoulder brushing against you own.

You made an uncomfortable noise when he pulled you closer but aside from a hurt look, he let it slide and proceed to ask about your day. Pretty uneventful, you still managed to pull a believable performance sprinkling some exaggerations and white lies into your tale.

From that day on the exchange repeated a handful of times and finally you felt something change in the air between you two. Diluc became careful when approaching you, choosing to keep his distance, and colder, quite literally. You had grown, over the time you both had been together, accustomed to the heat that he naturally radiated due to his vision but now, with your body hidden under layers and layers of protective fabric, the temperature was unbearable. That coldness had seeped into the atmosphere at your home. With Diluc unable to use his love language in fear that it would make you uncomfortable, the tension built up.

"Did I do anything?" That was the last thing you were expecting that day.

You had slipped into bed quickly after a small dinner and Diluc had promptly followed you to the master bedroom, sitting out of arm reach at the edge of the mattress.

"No!" You voice came louder than you had expected it. "No" You repeated yourself quietly.

"Then why this? Did someone do something to you?" He finally looked at you, deeply into your eyes with a scared expression.

"No, it's got nothing to do with you or anybody else. It's just... too hot."

He smiled awkwardly and tried to joke it off "Am I really that hot that you can't stand being around me?"

But you didn't laugh and his serious face and deep frown reappeared. "Maybe if you didn't wear so many layers -"

"No"

"Why?"

And then it happened, it never occurred to you he would ask why. Why? And then you told him. The words pouring out of your mouth without any cohesion or structure. You told him about that part of yourself, the one that didn’t let you live in peace. You told him about that not feeling real that you carried around, about the cuts and how you didn't know how to stop, how to make the urge go away. You rambled until your throat felt sore and your head began pulsating with the familiar thrumming of an imminent headache.

"I know you are not fine, " he paused and moved closer to you "and I doubt there's anything really I can do. But I want - no - I need to help you. I can't stand to see you in pain, I love you too much and you love yourself too little. So please, tell me, what can I do?" His face pleading for something, anything.

Deep red eyes searched for yours before you hesitantly asked, "Can I hold your hand?"

[canthavetoomuchchaos]

Can I have a hug?

David x Angel

Tw: depression, crying, loss of appetite, going nonverbal, lmk if I missed any

Very self indulgent (as usual. Writing is my therapy)

Angel, a usually bubbly character, has depression. They never told David because it never really flared with him there. He goes to a pack meeting and returns to Angel acting a bit off.

David woke before his alarm. Unusual but not unwelcome. He took a breath in, taking in the comforting smell of his mate as they slept. He kissed their temple and carefully made his way out of the bed. Making sure to turn off his alarm so it didn't wake Angel unnecessarily.

David gets dressed for work and leaves a nice 15 minutes later. Leaving a note telling Angel their breakfast is in the oven to keep warm.

As Angel wakes they can feel the familiar weight on their chest. They sigh and stare at the ceiling. Uncaring for their tasks of the day. They can already tell today is going to be hard, even with nothing having caused this episode. Angel forces themself to get up, walking slowly to the kitchen and staring at the note on their favorite mug David set out for them.

Breakfast is in the oven. Made it before work. Love you, I'll be back home around 6:30.

Angel feels a phantom of a smile form on their face. If they don't eat it, David will know something is wrong. But if they do, they think they'll be sick. They sigh and leave it there, not bothering to even make themselves a cup of tea to go like usual. They make their way to work and psych themself up before going in, fake smile, used for years and perfected to look real, plastered on their face as soon as they are greeted.

They walk to their office, sitting down and hoping no body needs to talk to them this morning. They don't feel like talking at all. Their boss sends them an email, they see as it arrives. They want to talk to them in their office. Angel sighs and picks up their far too heavy body and makes their way to his office.

As they knock they can hear in his voice that he's not upset, happy even. Lucky him. He tells them that, as he has observed through the many recent projects, they have some good leading qualities. So, he's giving them a team to lead and a new big project.

Angel forces a polite smile, feeling disgusted as they force their voice out to thank him. Nothing against him of course, he's been nothing but kind. They just can't stand the thought of talking right now. They make their way to their office and deal with all of the work they need to, the urge to cry becoming louder the longer they are there. They clock out early and go straight home. It's 5:45, David will be home soon, they should make themselves at least look okay.

The front door lock turns 30 minutes later. David's home. They are sitting on the floor in their bedroom, as David walks in, a sigh on his lips. Angel still can't convince themself to talk and it makes them tear up even worse than before. As David rounds the corner and spots them on the floor he seems to be unfazed.

His voice is low as he speaks gently to them.

"hey Angel, what's the matter?" They look down, their hands shaking as they give a silent sob. They can't talk, how are they supposed to tell him that? Though he seems to understand.

"....can't talk right now?....that's okay, I have that sometimes." He gives them a kiss on their forehead and sits across from them, his hands patient at his knees. Angel cries harder at his support, they take a sharp breath and force themself to look up at him.

David gives them one of his rare, gentle smiles. They take another breath, this one deep, and sit up all the way. They force the words out of their throat, scratchy and cracking from the tears.

".....can I have a hug.... please?"

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:) hope you enjoyed.

[nap-mak]

Winnie The Pooh characters helping you through a depressive episode

When you’re sad, write about you favourite childhood characters and most recent hyperfixation and cry over your work.

GN! reader, written as platonic, lets gooooo

Winnie 💛

Sweetheart is confused by the concept of depression

He asks why you’re sad, and whether or not you have a reason he’ll sit and listen to you

”Oh, bother.”

He’ll pat your back and offer to share his honey with you

Honestly, he’ll just sit there with you, and you feel kinda bad for bringing him down

But he’ll still tell you that you’re a friend, and friends are worth all of his time if they’re sad

420/10

Piglet 🩷

Oh he is so sad for you

”Oh d-dear! Is there anything I can do to help?!”

No matter what, you probably end up on his couch wrapped up in blankets with a nice drink and snack

He’ll reassure you that you’re no bother

Gives you a little notepad to vent your feelings

Will give you a lil hug if you start crying

You probably stay with him for a good while

100/10

Tigger 🧡

He’s so exuberant to see you, but your expression concerns him

“You uh- y’alright bud?”

He’s determined to cheer you up, cuz that is what Tiggers do best

When you tell him you aren’t gonna feel better anytime soon, you can see him physically droop

Flops himself on the ground next to you and points out interesting things around you both

Even if his jokes don’t make you smile, it does feel nice to have him there

If you’re okay with it, he’ll give you every hug in the whole wood

69/10

Eeyore 🩶

my bOYYY-

Okay, he gets you.

“I feel the same, most of the time.”

He’ll probably just lie there with you

On the ground

He might just lay his head on you for comfort, especially if you end up tearing up

Overall a good listener and very understanding, 72/10

Rabbit 🤍

Honestly doesnt get it

”Why not just cheer up? There’s more important things to be doing than just lying around.”

Exasperated when you say it’s not that simple

Explain it to him and he will get kinda better with it

”Can i…bring you anything?”

Will ring up someone else to comfort you but tries his best to understand.

Probably researches it to find methods to improve and how to help

Shows it to you if you want to see

Doesn’t really help much. but he’s trying :)

7/10

Kanga & Roo 🤎

THEY’RE SO SUPPORTIVE OML-

Open up their home so you can stay

Roo often asks if you wanna do things with him, like play games or go for walks

Kanga will leave you be, but comes up to your room with food, hugs and a listening ear

Roo will do things like give you plushies and read you stories, stuff his mum does when he’s down

Kanga is so calm when you talk about things

Patches you up if you get hurt

Essentially your family

1000000/10

Hope you enjoyed, feel free to request anything, and to those struggling, you’ve got this <3

[aphrodite-would-be-proud]

Lovers hand in hand

{ Mikasa x reader | tw:Suicidal thoughts, tw:Depression, tw:past abuse | comfort, depression help }

After your depression hits an all time low, Mikasa attempts to help and comfort you through a breakdown.

{Autumn Flowers (Aki no hana) 1909-1910, by Kamisaka Sekka, 1866–1942 }

She feels like the worst, most unqualified person to deal with this.

She loves you, she adores you and it's setting off all her alarm bells seeing you so scared and broken.

Being a very protective person by nature, she never batted an eye before stepping between you and danger, whether that danger is a bug catching you by surprise or a creepy person thinking you owe them your time.

And now, she's never felt more useless as she stood still and watched you cry your heart out.

Where is the danger, why can't she just see it and get rid of it, she's never learned how to fight something invisible.

Her attempts at comfort are awkward at best, there is no doubt her brain is following a step by step catalogue guide on how to help people in a breakdown.

And yet, it is very genuine, her efforts and words are coming truly from her heart because she genuinely cares.

You're her whole world, she can't stand to see you in pain, if she could she'd rather switch bodies so she'd be the one feeling it instead.

She stays by your side, on the bed or on the ground, under the desk or hiding in a closet, no matter what place your brain decides is the safest. She will make sure she is nearby for you there as long as you allow her.

And as flashes of the past and awful memories cloud your vision, she attempts to ground you back to reality as best she could, listening to you vent your heart out and reminding you of how you're safe now.

You have a future, she'll tell you, it's never too late.

She doesn't get phased nor shy away no matter how dark of a topic your trauma may include, she will never judge you nor force you to water down your own trauma just so you don't scare her.

She promises to protect you, she reminds you of that promise while holding your hand to heart chest, you could feel her steady heartbeat.

No one is ever hurting you again, they will have to go through her to even think about it.

You're wanted, she tells you, you're loved and you're amazing and fuck everyone else.

You do belong here, you deserve a place on this earth.

She stays there waiting, carrying the burden with you.

Guarding you with the devotion of a loyal knight, both from yourself and any horrible thoughts that crawl their way into your brain masking their voices as one of your own.

She reminds you they're not yours, they're just passing, they're the voices of people's cruelty's marks on you.

She helps you to get food, she helps you to the bathroom and she helps you to the bed.

Through every step of the way, through every intrusive thought she is there.

Words aren't her strong virtue, and so she helps you find resources that help with dealing with those thoughts and emotions.

It's not your fault, you're not a burden nor weak.

And if you have moments of vulnerability she promises to be strong enough for both of you instead.

She asks if she can touch you, she asks if she can come closer, she will respect your answer.

She has known fear, true fear and seeing you in this state she can definitely relate.

Wrapping you in a blanket, she tucks you in bed and holds you till you fall asleep, she sings and she tells stories that her mother used to tell her.

[surprisingmarch]

🔥Heat Miser comforting GN!Reader with Depression Headcanons🔥

Trigger Warning: Depression

-GN! = Gender Neutral-

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🔥He's used to caring for his younger siblings, so he notices your saddened demeanor immediately. He rushes over to you and asks what's wrong and states if someone hurt you he'll cook them like a kbob. 🔥 If you refuse to answer he'll use magic to secretly root through your memories to find the root of the problem, if there is any. Afterwards, he'll say he's always there for you and proceed to try and cheer you up with bad fire jokes and lots of forehead kisses. He'll also discretely give you advice for your problems if you have any, by acting as if he's just guessing or just throwing out random advice. You think it's kind of fishy, but you don't think much of it until hours later, then it dawns on you what he could of done. You decide to wait until later to ask if he can read your mind... not that he would admit to it anyway. 🔥 If you confide in him, he'll sit and carefully listen to everything you have to say with a slight frown on his face. Afterwards, he'll give you a giant hug and take you to get some ice cream. He will admit that ice cream is one of his brother's greatest creations, he finds it very calming, despite the fact he usually doesn't like cold food. Not to mention, it can really lift a mood. Don't worry, he knows the best ice cream shop in the world. It's practically gourmet, if it isn't. 🔥If you don't like ice cream he'll take you to get your favorite comfort food, whether it be something from a restaurant or just a simple snack food from a grocery store. And of course, he'll pay for anything that may catch your eye along the way. 🔥 Then he'll take you back to his place to cuddle up on his giant oversized leather couch to watch some tv with him. He'll wrap a giant weighted blanket around the both of you and throw several pillows on your side for you to cuddle up with. He's so warm and comfy, you often fall asleep on him... he thinks it's adorable, quite frankly. It's a natural reaction to heat, most mammals react like that, but it's especially cute when humans do it.. in his personal opinion. Hopefully, you can at least finish your movie before passing out, but the struggle is real. 🔥 If you just need a big ol' hug and a nice cry, he'll be your personally stuffed bear. He'll shush you and rub soft circles into your back as you sob. After you're done, he'll let you take a nice hot steamy shower in his personal bathroom. He finds that showers tend to help with sour moods, whether it be anger, sadness, or jealousy, steam fixes all in his opinion. His shower is huge with two grey rock walls and 2 giant glass walls towards the center of the room. It has colorful lights all along the top edges and a giant shower head in the center that makes the water fall like genital rain. Honestly, it's the best shower you've ever had, and it definitely lifts your mood. You feel like a goddamn royal, who wouldn't with such a extravagant shower? 🔥 After that, you and Heat Miser have a nice long nap on the couch. Don't worry about your wet hair, Heat Miser already dried it for you when you entered the room. When ever you nap with him, you sleep soundly and peacefully, it's the best nights sleep you've ever had. It really helps your mood and overall quality of life, you should start sleeping with him more often.

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Author note: Sorry if this is not super comforting, but I tried my best and I hope it makes someone out there happy this winter season! Stay safe and have a wonderful day!

[my-mummy-dust]

When you possibly get the time can you write an imagine/one shot on Terzo and how he would react to his partner struggling with mental health? :)

Hello! thank you so much for the request! You're the first person to ever request something on my page so I hope you like it! also a little a/n before you read, this is the first time vie ever written anything Terzo related. Like I haven't written a thing with him yet so hopefully it's accurate! well, without further ado.....

As Clear As the Day is Night

word count: 1,318 Warnings: Implied intrusive thoughts (nothing specific), depression, anxiety

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Papa Emeritus iii knew something was going on with you. From the moment he noticed you were getting more and more distant. That or when you started telling him you ‘went in the mood’ more times than usual. Being the decent human being he is, he wouldn't ask questions, as he didn't want to pry so he kept it on the down low; giving you the space you seemed you wanted until one day he finally decided to talk to you about it. He didn't know much about the thing people call ‘mental health’, but he’s been stressed before; not that that could even begin what you were going through. 

  You were sitting at the small desk in your room, tangling two stressed hands in your hair. You were overwhelmed and tired. You could feel yourself going into a downward spiral of dark thoughts, but there was nothing you could do to stop it. Usually you had your beloved Terzo there to distract you, or projects with gardening or helping around with the ghouls to numb your thoughts. But now it was just you against the twisted world of your thoughts.

  A soft, timid knock at the door brought you back to reality. You shot your head up from its slumped position on the desk as you tried to straighten your hair out. After a few brief seconds of recollection, you walked to the door and opened it; being greeted with the comforting face of Terzo. He smiled, but if you looked hard enough, you could see his worry. You sighed heavily and stepped to the side, inviting him in. He walked in and you closed the door behind him and sat at the edge of your bed, and he sat down, turning himself so he was still facing you. You spent the next few seconds trying to figure out if the silence you two were sitting was comfortable or not, it wasn't. It was tense and you knew exactly why he was there. Anyone could figure out why he was there. You haven't had an actual conversation with him all week, you barely interact with him. It pains you, it really does; but there's nothing you can do about it.

“My love…I hate to intrude, so please let me know if i'm being too pushy…-” 

He started carefully. It seemed he was more nervous than you were. You looked down at your feet dangling from the side of the bed where you sat. He took the heavy silence as his que to continue what he was saying.

“-but i've noticed that you have been distancing yourself a lot more this last week, not just from me. From everyone in the church. You've been spending more time in your room than anywhere else, hell, you've been in here more than my bed.”

You could hear the smirk in his voice at the end, and to that you smiled a bit, but the smile dropped as soon as you realized what he had said. Either he was being dramatic or your depression had really been kicking your ass. Finally you lifted your head and looked at terzo. Still avoiding his eyes you looked everywhere else on his face. You looked at his hair, how it was perfectly styled, but at the same time messy. You looked at his lips, noticed how one of the corners was turned downwards; Satanas, you missed him. You wanted nothing more than to throw yourself into his arms and kiss him…maybe even more if the odds were to be in your favor. 

  But for some reason you just couldn't. You couldn't bring yourself to be around him with the mental state you were currently stuck in. finally you spoke. It was one, stupid, overrused word that probally meant nothing to him. But you had to say something.

“Sorry..”

“No, no, don't apologize darling. I'm just worried about you. The last time something like this happened no one said anything and it got so bad you didn't leave your room at all for days.. I'm sure you can understand why I wouldn't want to lose you like that again, si?” 

You nodded in response to all of that, looking back down at your hands in your lap. You watched as you started picking at your cuticles, still trying to figure out an actual sentence to say. You weren't having any luck so far.

“I don't understand much about mental health and I won't pretend I do. I didn't come here to bash you for giving yourself space or anything like that. I'm here because I love you. I know that sometimes talking is hard for you when anything like this happens…but do you think you could try to tell me what's going on in that gorgeous head of yours?”  

  He rested a soft hand on both of yours, to stop you from damaging your poor cuticles any farther. Your mind went blank. Completely, totally blank. Any thought you had a second ago was gone. You opened your mouth and just started speaking words, hoping they formed a coherent sentence. 

“I don't know…..I just, I just can't bring myself to be around people when I get like this. I want to…I want to be around you more than anything but I just... Can't. It probably doesn't make any sense but that's the only way I can word it. I'm sorry, I really am- I didn't mean to distance myself this much…’

  That's when it started. And sweet lucifer did it start. You felt a tear form in your eye, then fall. Then another, and another until your vision was blurring and your eyes were stinging. You had started shaking. Trying to calm yourself down you took some ridgid, short breaths. And of course, they did nothing to help but make you dizzy. 

  Terzo noticed you were crying and took no hesitation when he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around you, gently pushing your head into his shoulder. He started slowly rubbing the small of your back, whispering soft affirmations into your hair. After what felt like hours, but was only a few minutes you explained to him ( to the best of your abilities ) what you were going through, and explained the habit you have of recoiling into the safety of your room when your depression hits hard enough. You explained the surrounding anxiety you have about talking to him about anything related to your mental health, the worry he’ll judge you or think you're making it up for attention. You knew he would never think such things about you, but still, then anxiety persisted. 

  When you were done explaining everything in a jumbled mess of words called sentences, he let go of you and brought his pointer finger under your chin, lifting it ever so slightly so you had no choice but to look into his eyes. You saw the flirtatious, romantic charm sparkling in his eyes; and oh how you missed it. You couldn't help but smile at the sight. He smiled back and leaned in and gently kissed you, his soft lips were definitely missed. He pulled away after you kissed back for a second, and brought the hand under your chin to your cheek cupping it. 

“I missed you, my fallen angel. I know it is harder to remember at the moment but try to keep in mind; you can always come to me when you need anything, am I clear?”

He raised a brow at the last part and you nodded.

‘As clear as the day is night, Terzo” 

And with that he kissed your soft lips one last time before standing up and gently taking your hand, and led you into the hallway where he would bring you to his room.

To do what? Only he and Satan himself know. Whatever he had in store for you, you were down for. 

-fin.

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well! I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it! again, thank you so much for the request! I apologize for any grammar/spelling errors as I wrote, edited, and posted this fic in one sitting and its currently 3 in the morning on the dot. Also PLEASE let me know if i spelled any names wrong- for some reason i can never rember how to spell names correctly in general. i really hoped this is what you hoped to get! im so greatful you requested this! it was so much fun to write! i love you!

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[did-i-mention-the-shirt]

POV: Your friend and professor, Duncan, walks in on you s3lf-h4rming. He wants to help.

[yawnderu]

cr: @ave661

Simon wasn't a stupid man. He always knew better, knew to look between the lines even when you tried your best to be deceiving. Even then, the pure rejection you showed to your newborn baby was something not even the best actress could hide. Refusing to hold her after she was born and fully shutting down on Simon, screaming at him whenever he tried to offer any sort of help and support, only getting worse if he ever tried to approach you while holding the baby.

Post-partum depression is no joke, Simon realized after doing his own research, only then realizing just how bad it can get after accidentally stumbling on article upon article of mothers getting to the point of harming their own child. You weren't like that— Simon liked to convince himself despite the growing pit of dread in his stomach, anxiety seeping out of every pore of his body when even months later you refused to hold or interact with the baby.

It all came crashing down after he came back from deployment, the nanny holding his daughter while soothing her with calm words, doing her best to console the crying infant despite the tears falling down her cheeks when she confessed to him that you're gone.

Gone without a trace, at first. Simon wasted no time using his connections to know where you were. Laswell was the most helpful, giving him all the details of the help center you were in, yet even then, Simon didn't reach out first in fear of messing up your progress, not wanting to add more stress to your situation when you were trying to get better.

Four years. For four years, Simon's life was divided in deployments and taking care of his daughter at home, never once thinking about moving on, always asking Laswell for updates— updates she was glad to give him using her own connections, wanting to give Simon some peace of mind even if it went against the rules.

“It's okay.” Simon reassured his daughter, his long sleeves wet with cola that she spilled from her little cup. His home was the complete opposite of the absolute hell he grew up in, not allowing himself to scream, hit, or take out his frustration on the little carbon copy of himself sitting on the couch.

“'M sorry, daddy.” Her sweet voice made the corners of his lips tilt up into a smile, planting a soft kiss on the top of her head, taking off his sweater and putting it away, wasting no time on grabbing a towel to clean up the now sticky mess of coke on the table.

“It's okay, love. Jus' don't tip it, 's gonna spill.” She gave him a small salute in understanding, a cheeky grin on her lips when she saw him holding in his laughter, knowing fully well she's copying him— as usual.

The doorbell ringing got Simon's full attention, giving his daughter one last look before he went to answer. His eyes widened slightly the moment he saw your shorter figure waiting for him, purposely making yourself smaller like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs, a small folder held in your hands. You're both quiet for what seems like forever, the only sounds coming from your daughter in the living room, the TV displaying a kid's show Simon put on.

“I'm so so—” You don't even have the chance to finish your sentence before you're being pulled into a tight hug, Simon's burly arms wrapping around your body, every single second spent missing you, secretly hoping you'd come back one day crashes down on him the moment he feels your arms wrap around his waist, holding him as tight as possible, as if he'd disappear if you don't hold onto him for dear life.

“I got better.” You whisper into his ear, rubbing his back soothingly when he doesn't let go of you. Not yet— not when the love of his life is finally back after years. He plants a soft kiss on your shoulder before his face goes back to burying in the crook of your neck, taking in the familiar scent.

It takes minutes for Simon to finally let go, hesitation clear in his actions as he looked down at you, keeping one hand on your waist in silent fear of you seeping through his fingers. The folder in your hand gets his attention, giving you a questioning look before you offer it to him, managing to give him a small smile of reassurance despite all the anxiety and fear.

“My psychotherapist wrote it. It's... just a paper that shows the progress I've made from her perspective.” You stand awkwardly as he reads the document, taking in every single word written by the woman who has been helping your for four long years. You can hear your daughter giggling at the TV show, only making the anxiety in your stomach grow more by the second.

To your surprise, Simon steps out of the way to allow you into the home he created, his safe haven. Nothing changed from the last time you were here, other than toys scattered all over the place, likely from Simon being too busy bonding with his daughter to even clean.

You can see the little girl sitting on the couch as you walk closer, her brown eyes fully focused on the screen until she hears something from behind her. She's so much bigger now, looking like a tiny carbon copy of Simon, down to the little skull-patterned pajamas she was wearing.

She turns around after seeing you from the corner of her eye, her little face lighting up into a toothy grin as she jumps from the couch, sprinting towards you as fast as her little legs allow her to.

“Mommy!” You crouch down to her height out of pure instinct, almost being knocked off balance when she crashes into you, her tiny arms wrapping around your neck. The fact that Simon never stopped talking about you to her and kept your pictures warms your heart, being as delicate as possible as you hug her back.

“Y'look so pretty.” She has Simon's accent, making you let out a small laugh before looking down at her, cupping her cheek just to examine her features better.

“Thank you, sweet girl.” You're glad for the way she cuddles up to you again, not bothering to hide the tears falling down your cheeks at the sheer love displayed by the same girl you left four years ago. Your gaze drifts up to Simon, whose eyes are glossier than usual despite the fact that he's not shedding a tear. He gives you a small nod in acknowledgement, not daring to look away from the heartwarming scene in front of him.

“Daddy talks a lot about you.” She whispers into your ear, covering her mouth as if she's telling you the biggest secret ever. You giggle at the little gossiper, your warm hand running up and down the length of her hair.

“He does?” You whisper back, giving Simon a cheeky look at the admission, one of his thin eyebrows raising when he sees your daughter nod her head vigorously, giggling as she looks at Simon.

“Well, I'm sure he talks a lot about you too.” The pure forgiveness that comes from both of them drowns the guilt, if only for a short while.

“You're such a pretty princess.” Your arms wrap around her again, rocking her softly from side to side, allowing yourself to take in their love. It doesn't take long for Simon's resolve to falter, dropping to his knees and wrapping his burly arms around his girls protectively, planting a little kiss on your forehead.

Despite everything, there's no one else he'd rather spend the rest of his life with.

Dad!Ghost Masterlist

[miiukkaa]

i wanna hear him give absolutely horrible speeches (everyone would go apeshit nonetheless)

[lunargarden-art]

"you'll slay the ladies with your smile!" *proceeds to smile

[unsolved-duvall]

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 - 𝐞.𝐦.

eddie munson x fem!reader

summary you're falling apart and no one can see it. apart from eddie, and he wants to do whatever he can to help you. but you're used to doing everything by yourself. (3.9k)

warnings mental health, anxiety, talks of depression, mentions of suicidal thoughts, brief talk of body image issues, crying, lots of emotions, fluff, brief kissing, this is kind of a heavy one so please bear that in mind <3

It was never pretty when you finally let all of your emotions out. It’s why you rarely let yourself feel them. 

But if you didn’t let yourself feel them you worried you would drown in them. They would take over your whole being and there wouldn’t be enough of you left for you to recognise when you looked in the mirror. 

Everyone always told you there was nothing wrong with you. That you weren’t broken like you insisted each time their monotone voices tried to snap you out of a bad episode. You almost wanted to be broken, you wanted there to be a reason you felt like this. Because if there wasn’t, and this was just how you were. Then you weren’t sure you could live like that. At least if there was something wrong with you, you could blame everything on that. You could blame the way you push people away on that. You could blame the way you self-sabotage on that. 

You could blame the way you find so much comfort in sadness on that. 

You had felt yourself slipping into that mirror-image version of yourself this whole week. The version of yourself that was there, but wasn’t really there. Your voice wasn’t your own. Every word you said felt like you were reading it off a teleprompter, saying precisely what everyone around you wanted to hear so they could convince themselves that you were alright. 

So you did just that. You smiled when you had to. Spoke only when you couldn’t avoid it. And no one noticed. 

Apart from one. 

Because Eddie always noticed. 

You hadn’t been together for very long. You certainly hadn’t been together long enough for Eddie to see you like this. But he knew nonetheless that something was wrong. 

It was why he had asked you to come round tonight. Wayne would be at work, as usual, and he wanted to spend the night with you. 

When Eddie had told you that, he quickly clarified through blushing cheeks and a peal of nervous laughter that he didn’t mean ‘spend the night with you’ in that way. He just wanted you there. 

So you said okay. Told him you would be there at seven. He smiled an almost sickly-sweet smile and pulled you in for a hug, too tight to be casual, and told you he’d see you then; his hand resting on your arm even after you had pulled away from the hug. 

You knew he knew. You knew he’d ask you about it. About why you were so… you didn’t know what you were. But it wasn’t you.  

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It was a cold night. The bitter air bit at your face and tried to fight its way through the layers you were wearing. The sharp pain that shot through your hands at the coldness was almost therapeutic. It distracted you for just a second and was enough to make your mind go quiet. Which was something you had never been able to do. 

You knocked on the trailer door and took a step back, waiting for Eddie to open it. But instead, you heard his voice ring out from inside, telling you to come in. You were sure the whole trailer park must have heard him. The boy did not have a quiet bone in his body. 

Pushing the door open you were met with a comforting warmth and the yellow light from the lamps dotted around the trailer lit up your face. You dropped your bag to the floor and pulled your sleeves down, tucking your hands away in them, letting the heat sink deep into your bones. 

Eddie appeared a few seconds later, popping his head up from where he was knelt down behind a kitchen counter. 

“Angel!” 

He always called you that. And even so, it still made your heart swell whenever he called out to you. 

“Hey Eddie,” your voice came out much quieter than you intended it to. You were trying to put on a brave face, or whatever the fuck your counsellor had called it. Apparently, you had a bad habit of pretending you were okay when you weren’t. You didn’t need a professional to tell you that, but sure. Thanks. 

Eddie’s face dropped slightly, his smile fading for a second before he composed himself. His face lit back up if only slightly more forced than before, and stood up. 

“I uh- I was trying to find your popcorn. You know the one with the chocolate and stuff mixed in?”

You nodded, taking a seat on one of the chairs that hadn’t been pushed back under the table, pulling a leg up to rest your chin on your knee. 

“Yeah but I can’t- I can’t find it,” Eddie’s brows scrunched up in confusion and he spun round a couple of times, his eyes darting across the kitchen. 

You couldn’t help the smile that tried to tug at your lips. He looked like a lost child. But you loved him anyway. 

Not that you had told him you loved him yet. It seemed too soon and, if you were being honest, the idea of telling anyone, even Eddie, that you loved them scared the shit out of you. 

So instead of saying “you’re an idiot you know that? I love you though.” 

You said, “I think I finished it last time I was here.”

Eddie stopped abruptly, his hair flying around him as he halted his movements and flicked his eyes over to meet yours. 

“You did?” He sounded genuinely upset, you weren’t sure why, it was just popcorn. 

“I think so,” You watched as Eddie leaned against the counter, and you switched your legs around, dropping the right one to the floor and resting your chin on your left knee instead.

“Remember last Tuesday? It was storming outside so we stayed in and watched all those films. I ate it then.”

“Oh- I don’t remember you eating it?”

“Yeah, that’s because you fell asleep ten minutes after you lay down next to me” 

“You were playing with my hair! It is completely on you that I fell asleep” Eddie laughed between words, and you wished you could laugh too. But you couldn’t. 

Eddie picked up on whatever it was you were feeling and his laughter died down as he cleared his throat, a not-so-subtle tell that he felt unsure of what he was meant to say or do. 

You hated that it was you who made him feel like that. You hated that you were such a burden to everyone around you; you hated the way you could make even the happiest people feel sad, just by being in the same room as you. It was like you were draining to be around. 

“I’m gonna go and uh- go and get changed if that’s okay?” You stood up and waited for Eddie to respond, he seemed to be distracted now, his eyes almost looking through you rather than at you. 

“Oh yeah- yeah, of course, sweetheart. I’ll order a pizza for us, yeah?” 

“That sounds good, Eds” 

Eddie smiled at you. It was a painful smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. As you walked past him he reached a hand out and let it rest on your back until you were too far away. 

You made your way to his room and heard him shuffle around behind you. You should say something, right? Tell him you were okay. Reassure him? 

You wanted to. You were going to. But then your hand was on the door handle and you had walked into Eddie’s room without saying anything to him. It was like you were fighting a constant battle with your own mind. You knew what you wanted to say and do, but you still couldn’t manage it.   

Eddie made sure you knew very quickly into the relationship that you were welcome to wear any of his clothes. In fact, he encouraged it. So, instead of bringing pyjamas with you, you had made the executive decision to wear Eddie’s clothes tonight. 

You flicked on the lamp in his room and knelt down by the dresser, pulling out some of his clothes.

You settled on an old-band tee (if you were being honest, you didn’t recognise the band. You were getting better at knowing Eddie’s music, but you were still learning. And Eddie was more than happy to tell you everything about them). 

You threw on the already oversized tee and pulled on a pair of his clean boxers over your underwear to wear as shorts. 

You already felt safer. His clothes smelt like him. They wrapped you up in a warm hug and told you everything would be fine. You just wished you could believe it.

You turned on your heel and noticed something you had somehow not seen when you walked into his room. His bed. It was made up with fresh sheets on it and smelt like… flowers? Almost as if someone had sprayed perfume on the bed. 

And there was a toothbrush and toothpaste lying on the pillow, as well as an eye mask. You walked over to it and ran your fingers over the pillow. Fuck. 

You didn’t realise you were crying until your vision went blurry. Your head started spinning and in a moment of upset, you sank to the floor, sitting with your back resting against the wall and you let the tears fall.

Before you could wipe them away you heard the bedroom door open, you spun round and saw Eddie standing there, his eyes flicking between you and the bed. His face filled with dread and you could physically see the internal battle he was having with himself over what he should say or do first. 

“Baby- baby, hey don’t cry. It’s okay”

You hid behind your hands. It was a childish move, but it made you feel safe. You didn’t want him to see you like this. You heard him moving around, his footsteps carried across the room as he made his way over to the bed, sitting down on it, giving you as much space as you needed. 

“Sweet- hey, I didn’t do it for that.” 

Huh? 

“I- I told Wayne you were coming to stay for the night and he told me I should make sure you were comfortable here. He took me out to buy you some toiletries and fresh sheets for the bed because apparently mine are too old and even he doesn’t trust them, which I think is rude to be honest- but anyway, that’s- that’s what all this is.” 

Eddie took a much-needed breath before he picked up the eye mask and twirled it around in his hands. 

“It’s all for you so it’s like being at home. You have one of these, right?” You didn’t answer, still crying and not even looking at him. 

“I can sleep on the couch, I was going to! There are blankets and pillows out there for me. I don’t want you to feel like you staying the night meant- fuck. I just wanted it to be nice, I’m so sorry” 

Oh.

Oh, you loved him more than you could ever tell him. 

“It’s okay” Your voice was small but you needed him to know that was not why you were crying. At all. In fact, that idea hadn’t even crossed your mind. Eddie had made sure you knew there was absolutely no rush, no pressure, to do anything that you didn’t feel comfortable with. 

“I wasn’t- I’m sorry I wasn’t crying because of that,” You still weren’t looking at him, but you had dropped your hand from your face. You now stared at the floor, anywhere but looking at him. 

“Well- oh. But, baby? Why were you crying then? Are you… does something hurt? Do you need me to get you something?” Eddie’s soft voice hit every nerve in you and brought the tears back to your eyes. You let them fall down your cheeks freely; there was no point in hiding them anymore. He had already seen what a mess you were. 

“It’s nothing. I’m fine” 

Fine. 

You didn’t believe it, and evidently, neither did Eddie because he said your full name and that grabbed your attention. Because he never did that. 

“You need to talk to me.” His voice had changed. It was still soft but there was something lining it that made you feel like you had disappointed him. 

Of course, you could never disappoint him. But he was worried as hell about you. He had barely slept last night because of you. He had picked up on your change in demeanour for a few days now, but he wanted to give you space. But he couldn’t do that anymore. 

“You need to talk to me because you’re scaring me.” 

You were scaring him? 

“Eddie I-” 

“I have tried. I have tried to give you space but- baby, I don’t know what to do anymore. I thought you would come to me, talk to me. But you haven’t and I can’t just sit back and pretend I don’t see you slowly killing yourself.” 

You had one hand picking at a loose carpet thread and the other one resting on your knee, digging your nails in until you knew you had have crescent-shaped scars there tomorrow. 

“I’m sorry.” It was all you could say. All you could force yourself to say. 

For a beat, Eddie didn’t say anything, and you worried you had annoyed him. You were ready for him to get up and walk out. 

But he didn’t- 

“Come here,” He moved back on the bed, leaning against the wall to give you space to sit however you wanted. 

You thought about staying where you were. But something inside you had you moving to sit next to him before you could think about it for very long. You climbed onto the bed and sat next to him, shoulder to shoulder. You didn’t look at him, and you didn’t move when he tried to pull you against him. 

You didn’t know why you wouldn’t let him love you. 

“Talk to me, baby.” His voice was as quiet as yours had once been. 

“I don’t know what to say.” 

“Say whatever you need to say.” 

“I-” 

Fuck why was this so hard. You should be able to talk to him, if there was anyone in the world you could talk to, it was him. And yet, here you were. 

“I just want to feel okay again.” 

“Oh, sweetheart.” You had just pulled his heart out and broken it in two. He had never heard you speak like this. He had never heard you speak and have your voice break from the raw pain you were feeling. He wanted, no needed, to make you feel safe. 

“I’m so sorry. What can I- what can I do? Tell me, please.” He was all but down on his knees begging you to tell him how he could help you. 

“I don’t know. I don’t know Eddie because if I knew I wouldn’t feel like this, would I?”

Shit. You didn’t mean to say that. You don’t even know where that came from. 

“I’m sor-”

“Don’t apologize. It’s good, this is good,” Eddie placed a hesitant hand on your leg, and when you didn’t flinch away he let it rest there. An anchor to keep you here with him. A gentle reminder that you weren’t alone. No matter how alone you felt. “Showing emotion is good, sweetheart. No matter what it is.” 

“I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I don’t know why I did that.” 

“Maybe because you feel scared. Maybe you don’t know how you feel right now and that’s really scary, to not understand our own emotions.” 

God, if anyone ever called him dumb again you were going to dropkick them because he may just be the smartest person you have ever met. 

You leant into him a bit more, your head resting above his shoulder. It felt good to be close to him. He made you feel okay again. 

“I just feel- I just feel so… numb. I know I’m not okay. But I don’t know why, I don’t know why I feel this way but I do. I feel this weight in my chest and it-” your voice broke as you started to cry again, but you pushed through, because it was Eddie. 

“It feels like I can’t breathe. Because I wake up and I don’t even get one second of calm before the anxiety hits and my heart is racing and I have these horrible thoughts. And I feel like that all the time. I overthink everything and I convince myself that everyone hates me and- it’s so tiring. I hate myself. I hate what I look like like, I hate my own brain, I just hate myself. I feel so uncomftorable in my own body. And I’m not important, I’m not interesting, I’m not…anything. I feel like everyone else is okay and I am just drowning every second of every day and I have to pretend I’m okay because there are people who have it way, way worse. And every day I wake up and I wish-” You cut yourself off abruptly. 

“You wish what, sweets?” Eddie asked you, his hand on your leg now rubbing soothing circles into it. 

“I wish I didn’t have to wake up.” 

In a split second Eddie had pulled you into him and had his arms wrapped so tightly around you that you weren’t sure where he ended and you began. You buried your head inbetween his neck and his shoulder and let yourself need him. 

You let yourself need someone else for the first time. You clinged to him like a lifeline and let him breathe life back into you. Your hands went under his t-shirt and you let them run up and down his back. Eddie was holding onto you too tightly to even move a limb. You heard his little shh shh shh’s and I’ve got you’s before you noticed you were crying. 

And the you let yourself feel everything you had pushed so far down you almost forgot how much it hurt. 

“It’s so hard. Everything is so hard and I don’t think I can do it. I don’t think I’m strong enough.” Eddie had to fight to hear your words through the gut-wrenching sobs you were finally letting out. But he did listen. He would listen for the rest of his life if you needed him to. 

So that’s what he did. He listened to you. You told him everything, you told him everything you were feeling and he sat and he took in every word. It was hard, for both of you, but it was desperately needed. Because it wasn’t until you truly spoke the words out loud for the first time that you realised how close to the edge you had been. 

Eventually you ended up curled into Eddie’s side. Your legs were tangled together and you had your arms wrapped around him. One hand slid under his t-shirt to rest on his chest, it grounded you somehow, to feel him. He kept a tight hold on you the entire time, his calming hands rubbing up and down your arms and his lips pressing delicate kisses on the top of your head every few minutes. 

Whenever he could hear you getting emotional again he would cut in with some comforting words, “You’re okay, I’ve got you” and  “I’m so proud of you, baby”. 

Eventually your words died out and you lay in slience for a few minutes until Eddie said “Can I say something?” 

You nodded against his chest and he gently tapped on your arms before pulling you up to look at him. 

“You are the most incredible person I have ever met. Every day you just amaze me. The way you talk- shit, the way you talk about the things you love? Oh my god, I could listen to you talk about your interests for hours. Because you get this little gleam in your eye and you do thing where you don’t even finish your first thought before you’re moving onto the next thing.” You watched him talk, you let him talk instead of cutting him off and insisting he was wrong. 

“Baby you are so fucking strong. You just keep fighting and I don’t know how you do it. Because you do it on your own, and it kills me to watch. It kills me to watch you close yourslef off from everyone else and fight on your own. I just- I just want to be there for you. I want you to come to me when you need help, and I know you won’t do that just yet- maybe not ever. Because you’re not used to having that, but that’s okay because I will wait for you, i will always be here ready to catch you or fall with you or sit and cry with you, if that’s what you need.” 

You were crying again and Eddie lifted a hand to wipe away the tears that were staining your flushed cheeks. 

“And you’re so beautiful it kills me that you don’t see that. There is not one goddamn thing I would change about you. Nothing. I swear on my life, fuck I swear on Wayne’s life, I think you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Everything about you makes me feel week in the knees baby I swear.” Eddie’s saccharine sweet voice found it’s home in you and calmed something inside you that you thought could never be calmed. 

“I love you.” It was all you could say. Those were the only three words you could muster that encapsulated how you felt right now. And it scared you to death to say them, but you figured that if loving someone scared you that meant it was the real thing. 

Without missing a beat Eddie said, “I love you too.” 

He pulled you to him and kissed you. It was gentle, sweet. You breathed him in and let his lips say everything else you weren’t ready to hear yet. You kissed until you had to pull away reluctantly to breathe. 

Eddie rest his forehead against yours and you both closed your eyes for a second, simply being with each other was enough. 

Until- “Wait, didn’t you order a pizza?” 

“No. I knew something was going on with you and I couldn’t do anything until I knew you were okay.” 

“Oh.” 

“Oh I’m sorry did you want a pizza?” Eddie’s voice was laced with sarcasm as he pulled away from you to stare at you. It made you laugh. 

“No, I just want you.” You told him, pushing him down flat agains the bed and moving to rest your head on his chest. Eddie let you move him, he let you lie curled into the side of him, half on top of him, before he pulled a blanket over both of you. 

“Can you stay in here tonight. I don’t want you to sleep on the couch.” Your voice was muffled by the way you buried your head against his chest, but he still heard you. 

“Yeah angel, I’m not going anywhere.” 

That’s how you fell asleep that night, with Eddie’s arms wrapped around you and so close to him that there wasn’t even room left for air to get between the two of you. You slept so deeply that night that you knew you didn’t ever want to sleep without Eddie again. 

Which was good. Because Eddie wasn’t planning on letting you go anytime soon.

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authors note i wrote this last week during a very difficult time. this is very self-indulgent. the writing is not good, i wrote this with no outline, no plot, nothing. i know this is not my best work at all but i still wanted to post it. you've been warned <3

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(tumblr please don't delete the last line of this babe i love you)

[surprisingmarch]

❄️Snow Miser comforting GN!Reader with Depression Headcanons❄️

Trigger Warning: Depression -GN! = Gender Neutral-

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❄️ Snow Miser noticed that you were looking a bit down lately so he decided to ask what was wrong. When you reluctantly said you were feeling depressed he sprung out of his throne and with a shake of his head he said "Oh no no no, that certainly won't do. Not my sugarplum. Come along my little snowflake, on an adventure we venture!". And thus started your day filled with whatever activities you consider fun.

❄️ Do you just enjoy cuddling up with a good book? Don't worry, Snow Miser makes the perfect company! He will personally make the best pillow fort you've ever seen in your life right there on his bed just for you! He'll have his minions fetch you whatever you want. Food? They can make anything you'd like! Beverages? Hot chocolate, A warm tea, or something else? They have it all! And if they don't, they'll fetch some! A Plushie? Why, of course you can have one! What kind? Would you like to talk to him while you read or just sit quietly? Snow Miser is up for either!

❄️ Do you like a good ol' family friendly adventure? Perhaps a fun trip to the carnival? Not to worry! Snow Miser will take you any where your silly little brain can think of and he'll be the best damn company you've ever have! Don't worry about money, he has an infinite amount, just like the rest of his family! Name a place and you'll be there, do you want to shop at the mall and buy to your little heart's content? Go right ahead! Snow Miser will sneakily buy some gifts for you while your busy shopping!

❄️ Or perhaps you're a real adventure seeker, maybe you like danger breathing down the back of your neck. Don't worry, Snow Miser will find something adventurous enough for you that is still relatively safe. After all, what harm could befall you with him by your side? If you think the element of winter would ever let anything hurt you you're insane!

❄️ Or maybe you just want to sit on a park bench and enjoy the beauty of nature, don't you worry your pretty little head, Snow Miser knows the perfect spot without anyone around! He'll even pack you both a wonderful lunch! He'll bring your favorite snacks and a beautiful shawl just in case you get chilly! Look how lovely that lake is, almost like it hasn't been touched by human hands, absolutely stunning!

❄️ No matter what kind of person you are, he will stay by your side and he WILL cheer you up, you have his guarantee. He'll compliment how strong you are for getting through your day to day life with such an awful feeling clawing at you and give you your deserved praise. He'll tell you how he'll always be here for you if you need a pick me up or just someone to talk to and that he loves you very much. ❄️ Perhaps you just need to vent? That's perfectly fine with Snowy, He'll sit there and carefully listen to every little thing you have on your mind while genitally rubbing your back. If you cry during it he'll pick you up and set you in his lap then give you a forehead kiss. He'll give you solutions for your problems and promise that if anything is out of your control he'll handle it.

❄️ No matter how bad you're feeling or how bad of a situation you're in, Snow Miser will always be there for you, whether you know it or not. He will help you and he will take care of you. After all, isn't that what friends are for?

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Author note: Sorry if this is not super comforting, but I tried my best and I hope it makes someone out there happy this winter season! Stay safe and have a wonderful day!

[livingwiththedeadgirl]

I can do nothing but beg for death