Can you do a monster lover comforting their S/O after realizing they hid in the bathroom because they were having a mental breakdown?
You’d never be alone
Shadow monster x fem!reader || hurt/comfort, sfw || tw: (very light) anxiety attacks
Shadow monster who finds you curled in the bathroom after a very rough day.
Everyone is out and having fun, and you can’t do much to contain your tears as you sit down and hug your knees, trying not to sob. The tears break free either way, and you have to cover your mouth not to let out a pitiful sob as your anxiety gets the best of you. It’s not an anxiety attack, you aren’t there yet, but you know if you don’t get a hold of yourself soon, it’s going to get so much worse. It always starts like this, a loss of control of your own cries, just to end up struggling to breathe as dread fills every cell in your body.
You are so lost in your own mind that you don’t see the shadow created by the shower curtain transforming into a humanoid figure in front of you. “What’s wrong, baby?” His voice is extremely worried as he kneels in front of you, his shadow tentacles hovering around you but not fully touching you, which you appreciate.
“They- I- I’m not-,” you try to explain but your voice breaks every time, more tears running down your face as his tentacles wrap around your body until you can’t see anything but darkness.
It’s weirdly soothing, his coldness embracing you until your breathing calms down enough that you aren’t shivering anymore, and you have no more tears to cry. It might be a couple of minutes, it might be an hour. You aren’t sure, but he wouldn’t stop squeezing you into his body until you feel strong enough to look at him again.
“Why were you crying in the bathroom, baby?” He asks, caressing your tear-stained face with his cold fingers, his eyes two burning orbs of nothingness. “Somebody said something to you?” You shake your head, but when you try to answer him, your voice breaks. “I’ll hurt them for you,” he adds, with a smile that’s way too evil. That makes you smile a tiny bit.
“I thought I’d be alone,” you tell him after you gather your thoughts enough to summarize all the turmoil inside of you.
“As long as there’s darkness anywhere, you’d never be alone.” It sounds like a threat, but also like a promise.
