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[offbrandqueer]

Depression (Teamiplier Preference)

Mark-

I sit on the couch just staring at the television, not really watching it. Mark sits next to me, his arm draped over my shoulder laughing at the show that's on. My life is great. I have a man I love and who loves me back, we both have great careers, we have a house, and awesome friends; but there are times, like now, where I just feel empty.

"Y/n?" I keep staring, "Y/n, babe?" Mark's hand waving in front of my eyes snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Huh? What did you say? Sorry. Spaced out I guess." I mumble looking at Mark.

"I asked what you wanted for dinner." He explains.

"Whatever you want is fine. I'm just gonna go to bed." I reply, standing up.

His grip catches my wrist, "are you okay?" His brow is furrowed, concern written on his face.

"I just don't feel good." I tell him, pulling my arm away, and heading to our bedroom. I climb in bed, wrapping the comforter around me. Chica climbs on the bed and wedges her way under the blanket. I feel my chest tighten and a small whimper comes from my mouth. "Why am I like this?" I whisper. Rationally, I know everything is fine, but I just feel an aching emptiness and a sense of impending doom. Tears are actively falling against my pillow, I don't even hear the door open.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Mark asks, the bed dipping. I just shake my head. He climbs the rest of the way into bed and pulls me to him. "I'm not gonna make you talk about it, just know I'm here. I always will be."

His arms wrap around me and he runs his fingers through my hair, until I manage to stop crying. I hear his stomach rumble, "Mark go eat." I tell him.

"I've got more important things to worry about right now." He replies, seconds later his stomach growls again.

"Go. I'll be fine." I look up at him.

"You sure?" He asks. I nod. "Well, as soon as I'm done, we're gonna cuddle and go to bed. I love you." "Love you too Mark." I reply. He slides out of bed and again I'm left to my thoughts.

Ethan-

I walk into the kitchen, the smell of food having woke me up. Tyler, Ethan, and Kathryn sitting at the island eating pancakes. "Morning guys." I mumble, making my way over to the coffee pot, pouring a cup and taking a spot next to Ethan.

"So any plans today?" Kathryn asks everyone.

Tyler finishes a bite and says, "Mark wanted us to come over and help film something." Ethan nods.

"Well I've got an appointment today." I say. Ethan looks at me confused, nobody else notices. Tyler and Kathryn continue talking about their plans when Ethan gets up to clean his plate.

I grab my coffee and head back towards mine and Ethan's room. I set my cup on the dresser and pick out my clothes. I settle on just sweats and one of Ethan's shirts. The door opens as I pull my shirt off.

"You didn't say you had an appointment." Ethan says, I turn and see him take a seat on the bed.

"I forgot to tell you. Doctor visit. Gotta have a med evaluation." I tell him.

"Ah. Are they still helping?" He asks.

"Kinda." I reply, pulling my clean clothes on.

"Kinda?" He repeats walking over to me and pulling me into a hug.

"Yeah, I've started feeling a bit off. Like my anxiety is getting worse and I just don't feel as even as before. It's not terrible, just not quite where I want to be." I tell him.

"Well I'm glad you're getting it figured out then. I know how hard it was on you before. It's hard seeing you like that." He tells me.

I look up at him, "I know. Thank you for putting up with me."

"It's quite the inconvenience." He chuckles, "of course babe, it's not putting up with anything. Depression is something you go through, and I'm here for the long haul. It just part of your life, and I plan on helping as much as I can."

Tyler-

I lay in bed, just looking at the ceiling. Tyler is at work, filming a live stream. I stayed home to get some work of my own done, but the last few days my depression has been a bit harder to cope with. My phone rings, if just let it go to voicemail. After a few minutes I look to see who called. It was Tyler. I listen to the message:

Y/n, I'm on my way home. I wanna take you out. I know haven't been doing great. Don't deny it either. You haven't eaten much of anything in three days. Let's go get chicken nuggets and maybe see that one movie you were talking about. If you don't wanna do that we can just hang in bed and watch dumb movies and nap. Whatever you want. Love you, see you in a bit.

I look at the clock, it's 6:37pm. The front door opens and closes. "Babe, I'm home!" Tyler calls.

I hear Ethan reply from somewhere in the house, "Hi baby, I missed you." He laughed soon after.

"Not you, blueberry." I hear Tyler reply, his voice just outside the door. He opens the door and comes in. "Can I turn the light on?" He asks.

"Yeah." I reply, covering my eyes with the blanket.

"So, what do ya wanna do tonight?" He asks, sitting down on the bed next to me and kissing my forehead.

"You want the truth?" I ask, sitting up.

"Well yeah."

"Nothing," his eyes fall, "but, I do know I need to do something. The doctor did tell me that even when I get in these ruts I should get out of the house and do stuff."

"So you do want to go?" He asks, adjusting his beanie.

"Not exactly, but if it'll put you at ease and possibly could help, I'm not terribly opposed."

"Okay, well you may wanna put pants on." He tells me, looking at my bare legs. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I love those legs of yours, but mine."

"You're such a doofus." I tell him getting up and getting dressed.