Me: *Walks By A Smoker*

Me: *Walks by a smoker*

Me:

Thank you so much for this piece. It really means a lot to me, especially now. This was super sweet and I'll be sire to read it anytime I need some comfort <333

since the ask wants to be a bitch i’m going to do it like this :) thank you so much for ask love bug <3 as someone who had an eating disorder all throughout highschool i can relate to this. this was a bit hard for me to write that’s why it took a million years. it’s a huge struggle but it will slowly get better. love you so much.

this is for the sweet @robin-the-enby <3

TW:EATING DISORDER !!!!!!

vincent sinclair

•let’s be honest here. vince suffers from his own mental health issues so he is v empathetic about it all he won’t make you feel bad about it or tease you. he wants to help you get better.

•will keep an eye on you. he’s always worried about you. obv he’ll give you space when needed but don’t be surprised if you find him sneaking around.

•won’t force you to eat but will suggest you eat some crackers now and then. he doesn’t want you to pass out y/n , you need your energy in this house.

•he’ll celebrate your lil milestones with you !! maybe you go a week without throwing anything up or maybe you ate a full meal every day this week vince will throw a lil party for you just to show you how proud he is of you.

•he loves you more than anything and is honored you feel safe enough to tell him about your issues.

bo sinclair

•he doesn’t understand an eating disorder. you’ll have to explain it to him. he is just as mentally ill as his twin but he refuses to act upon it.

•he’s still confused but he tries his best to be understanding. he never ever forces you to eat. if he’s eating something he’ll be sure to ask you if it’s okay.

•may not be the best at comforting you BUT he will listen and do his best to advise you. having someone to at least hear you out is what one needs sometimes.

•he just wants you to know he loves you just the way you are. he will leave little notes on your room saying simple things like you’re beautiful or i’m proud of you just to kind of get his message across

•when you’re feeling extra down and having an especially hard time bo will go out and get you flowers. it’s date night. just so you have something else to focus on. it’s okay if you don’t feel like it that’s okay too bo will happily stay in with you.

lester sinclair

•it scares him a bit at first. to find out you’re treating yourself like this is kind of a shock for him. he wouldn’t dream of making you feel bad about it though he’ll give you a hug and apologize for not realizing sooner

•he reads a lot!! after he discovered what’s going on he’ll search the ends of the earth for a remedy to make you feel a bit better. he doesn’t want you to have to struggle every day

•doesn’t force you to eat. hell lightly suggest small snacks here and there but never ever forces you

•loves you more than life itself. he wants to the best for you no matter what. your struggle doesn’t define you and he makes sure you understand that.

Legolas x reader where leggy is very clingy and wants to snuggle all day like a needy baby. (I want him to lay his head on my stomach while i play with his hair)

Hi anon!! Hope you like this, its a super cute thought <3 Hope it was what you were looking for

legolas x gender neutral!reader

basically what the ask is :)

word count: 566 words reading time: about 3 minutes warnings: none I can find

Early in your relationship, you realised Legolas was quite clingy, the man often desiring to, at the least, hold your hand. When you would travel he always wanted to hold your hand, if not at the least be near you. You hand a theory it was due to the number of people he has lost in his life, he knows how quickly someone can be taken from him in this cruel world. Although you never asked, not wanting to upset the elf in any way shape or form. At times it could be a bit much, wanting your own space. But you knew it came from a place of love, not possessiveness.

As you lay amongst the plush cushions of a window seat, basking in the warmth the sun proved as though you were a cat. Legolas walked into the room, looking exhausted from his continuous duties and obligations as the prince of Mirkwood. Wordlessly you open your arms for him to collapse into, his complaints about getting up and going to meetings in the morning echo in your head. Many mornings Legolas complained about leaving the warmth of your bed and most importantly you. Wishing he could spend all day with you and in your arms. But it was not possible in the world you lived in, unfortunately.

The man fell into your arms a content smile on his face as he felt your arms encase him. Though the space was small you both managed to fit, tangling your arms and legs together. Carefully your hand runs over his head, smoothing out his hair before pressing a kiss to the top of his head. At times your lover reminded you of a lazy dog, always wanting to be with you or in your space, not that you minded.

"I missed you today." His voice was muffled by his face being pushed against your stomach, but you had heard him. Chuckling softly you nod your head, despite knowing he can not see you "I can tell, my love." You both sit there in silence for some time, basking in each other's embrace hoping to simply stay forever. Times like this you hoped would last forever, simply the both of you together.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," he states softly lifting his face from your stomach, simply looking at you. In the late afternoon light, you looked eternal, as though you were his own personal angel. Smiling softly down at him, you place a kiss on your fingers before placing them on his nose, not being able to lean down to kiss him. "I know, my love. But the world does not allow it. You must do your duties and I mine."

A small, annoying huff let him as he rested his head back on your stomach to look out the window instead. Your fingers tangle themself in his hair, mindlessly playing with it. Chuckling softly you shake your head at his words . You both continue to lay there for some time, only exchanging a handful of words. As the sun is replaced with the moon and the candles around the room were lit. But you did not wish to move just yet, hoping to stay like this forever

i love you people who like one fic then ten minutes later another then another then follow me then you start to reblog I see you and I love u it makes me laugh imagining you being like wait a sec. Wait a sec. This bitch is pretty good actually

Oh this was heart shattering. Sherlock being so vulnerable with his partner in such a moment just hits so differently. The theme of this fanfic is very dear to me and I want to save it on my blog so that I can read it again and again, when I need comfort. Thank you for this, friend <3

you wouldn't — sherlock x reader

TW: implications of suicide, suicidal ideation, hospitalization

boyfriend!sherlock comforts you through a depressive episode

♡

Rain misted through the air, your glasses smudged with dew and your vision blurry. 

You were sat on the roof of your flat, a spot where your bedroom window exited to, and a space you only used when things got bad.

And things were bad again.

Your legs hung over the side of the building, shoulders slouched and palms flat on the concrete.

You had a support system, but you knew that they could only do so much, and that the help you needed was beginning to surpass their abilities. Everything felt dark. Dull. Hopeless.

You chuckled softly. Ten stories above the earth, one push and you could end it all.

You hated thinking that. You wouldn’t do it. You could never.

You wanted to, but you wouldn’t.

Would you?

“You wouldn’t,” a voice spoke, a deep voice, a familiar voice.

You turned, and there stood Sherlock, facing you, his hand grasping the frame of your bedroom window. He pushed the pane open further, and climbed over, groaning in ease as he sat down beside you.

“No,” you spoke, but he put his finger to his lips, looking out over the city with you.

“You wouldn’t jump.”

“You don’t know.”

“I do know,” he said softly. “And I know you wouldn’t leave me.”

He placed his hand on top of yours, taking it and turning it over, pressing his thumb into your palm and grasping your hand with his other.

“Would you?”

His voice sounded weak, broken. Tears filled your eyes, rendering your vision absolutely useless. 

“What am I doing wrong?” He asked.

“Nothing -”

“Don’t say ‘nothing.’” He closed his eyes in frustration. “If I was doing anything right, you wouldn’t be sitting out here, alone, avoiding me.”

“I’m not avoiding you, love,” you speak again, but the words come out quietly, and you both know they’re not true.

Sherlock takes a deep inhale, and squeezes your hand gently.

“I’ve never loved the way I love you,” he whispers, and you face him, his eyes red-rimmed and full of worry. “And I love you immensely. I cannot stand to see you in such agony.”

“I’m okay -”

“No, you’re not,” he interrupted, and you could sense he was refraining from shouting at you. “You’re not okay, and I need you to get the help you need.”

You were sobbing by this point, grasping his hand with all your strength and pulling him towards you, your body begging for a hug. 

But he didn’t lean towards you.

His body radiated warmth and you were desperate to feel it against your skin, to inhale his scent, to breathe in all the love you didn’t deserve. His eyes wouldn’t meet yours, and you watched them fill with tears, knowing he’d never be so vulnerable with anyone else. 

Only you.

“Promise me,” he spoke, his voice hoarse. “Promise me that tomorrow, you’ll allow me to take you to the hospital.”

You were quiet. 

“Promise me.”

You closed your eyes as tears spilled down your cheeks. “I promise, my love.”

You felt him pull you into a tight hug, finally, finally, and you clutched onto him, your hands grasping the fabric of his shirt on his back.

Sherlock was crying, silent sobs into your shoulder, and you held him, never wanting to let go again. It hurt, watching him cry for you, the one person he loved above all else.

The person who was breaking his heart relentlessly and carelessly.

“I’ll go right now if you’d like,” you whispered, trying to ease his pain, but he shook his head. 

“No, no,” he said quietly, his breath warm against your ear. “I want to spend tonight with you.”

You knew what that meant. He’d be up all night, wide awake, his eyes on you as you slept.

But he didn’t need sleep like you did, and you didn’t want to disappoint him, so you nodded, and he helped you up from where you were sitting.

And you let your body relax, tension disappearing, as Sherlock Holmes tucked you into bed.

Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can't remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a giant crab pincer replacing your right arm. What do you do?

Go back to sleep...just for another 5 minutes, I swear...zzzz....zzzz....