I'm a Disaster (Canada x Depressed!Reader)

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Hello my Ingots! So I saw Avengers: Age of Ultron this weekend... All I gotta say IS THE FEELS WERE REAL. Oh, and I knew Jarvis was a badass and wasn't just Tony's computer manservant! Go Jarvis! Bruce x Natasha.... >3< Hope you enjoy this song-shot! Sorry for the depressing theme!

                                                                                      ~Silver

Key:

(y/n) – Your name

Italics – Lyrics

 (Listen to I'm a Disaster by Ghost Town while reading!)

I'm your very own personal distraction

The kind who a normie would call a disaster

I can't get you out of my head

You're digging through my brain and taking what I've said

Some things are better not remembered at all

Stop trying to fix me and find my flaws

Why can't you just take me for what I am

Just take me for what I am

 

Lately you had been locking yourself up in your room, finding yourself staring at the wall. You'd stay like that for hours, reflecting on life, the past, and the future. It was mostly the past, considering it wasn't a happy one for you. You knew others had it worse than you, a lot worse, but that didn't make you feel any better. If anything it made you feel worse, made you feel worthless. You hoped your friends were getting worried, but deep down you knew they weren't. You hadn't gotten and calls, texts, or anything from them asking if you were okay or if you wanted to talk. There was only one who bothered to even ask anymore, and you knew you could tell him anything. But you didn't want to burden him with your problems, after all they were your own. He didn't think that way though, and he'd often sneak into your house to see if you were doing okay. Every time, he'd find you staring at the wall, deep in depression.

I'm a disaster

I'm a fuckin' mess

Always losing, always bruising

Never faked it I'm never changin'

I'm a disaster

I'm a fuckin' mess

Always losing, always bruising

Never faked it I'm never changin'

 

I'm a disaster

"(y/n)?" The sound of your name being called snapped you out of your thoughts, and you turned your attention from the wall to the person standing in your doorway. "Yes, Matthew?" Matthew was standing in your doorway, a worried look crossing his face as your dead eyes stared at him. They held no light and it seemed you had long since lost your usual cheer. A frown twitched at the corner of his mouth. "Are you sure you're okay? I haven't seen you come out of your room besides to eat and use the restroom. Your kitchen is practically empty." He lost his usual shyness when in your presence. You bring him out of his shell by simply being near him, and so when you retreated into your own shell, he felt he should try and help you. "Is it? I didn't notice." Your words were flat and dull, straight to the point without showing any emotion. Matthew furrowed his brow at your form before coming over and sitting next to you on the bed, in which you moved your gaze to the floor. He stared at you for a minute, lost in thought. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"