depressed m reader x comfort characters one shots.

willbur- best friend.

I just finished streaming a ylyl stream wich was really fun. Now i just sat of my bed going through my phone.
I go through the comments on my latest post.
Comments:
@username57: lmao look at her chest, it's not even straight. Looks like that binder isn't working 😂😂
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@username99: fr tho she isn't a real man.
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I know this shouldn't get to me i mean, it's only two comments..
Im so fucking pathetic.. i just want to be a real guy, why is that so damn difficult? I mean, i cut my hair, got a binder, im 3 months on t i mean i should be happy and grateful. I can't seem to be happy no matter how hard i try.
The only thing that brings me a bit of serotonin is cutting myself. I'm so pathetic i wish is wasn't alive anymore.
I can't kill myself tho.. i promised will that i wouldn't. I can't do that to him, he's my best friend. He told me to call him the next time i feel like I'm a danger to myself.
Should i call him though? I dont want to be a burden.
At this point I'm curled up in my bed shaking and silently crying, using every strength i have not to give up. I can't do this anymore i just can't. I don't feel peace anywhere. It's getting just too hard.
I get my phone and call Wilbur. He picks up almost immediately sense we always call eachother during the days.
"Hey y/n! What's up? I just finished streaming."
"Um.. i don't wanna bother you or anything i just thought that maybe you'd get mad at me if i didn't call.."
"What do you mean? Why would I be mad?"
"You told me to call you if i was in a bad place.. I'm sorry i shouldn't have called-"
"No, hey hey it's ok. Do you want me to come over?"
"You don't have to if you don't want to really it's ok.."
"You don't sound so we'll, I'm coming over. I'll be there in five minutes ok? Try to take some deep breaths while that."
"Ok.. thank you will."
"No problem y/n, I'm on my way."
I hang up and try to just focus on my breathing like he said as i wait for him to get here, after a few minutes i hear a knock on my door.
I walk over to it and open the door while still shaking a bit.
"Hey y/n! How are you?" He says pulling me in for a hug.
"I don't know.. thank you for coming here, you didn't have to."
"Hey, you know I'm always up to seeing you, no matter what the circumstances are."
"Yeah.." i say now closing the door behind me then walking with him to my room.
When we get there we both sit on my bed.
"Remember what I told you, you don't have to feel guilty for asking for help, I'm your best friend. That's what best friends do. I care about you."
"Okay.. im not even sure how i started getting a panick attack, i was looking through some comments and i only saw two really bad ones. I know i shouldn't care about those but i can't, I'm to afraid of them being right."
"It's ok, we all looked through hate comments before even though we shouldn't have. Do you want to tell me what they were about?" He says now hugging me.
"It really wasn't a big deal, it was just some transphobic comments about me. I don't even know why it got to me so much. It just got me thinking about things and it all turned into some bad thoughts. Like how pathetic i am and how i don't deserve people like you in my life.. how everything would be better if i just didn't exist anymore.."
"Hey, don't say that. I love you for who you are, i wouldn't change anything in you and your the best friend i could ask for. You helped me through my tough days and I'll help you through yours. We're in this shit together ok? I'm so glad you called me before you let those thoughts really get to you. I'm proud of you ok? I know how hard that can be."
We stay like that for a bit until i calm down then he decides to play my guitar.
This is something we always do. When one of us has a bad day or something like that the other one sits with them for a while and play the guitar to some calm songs.
As he plays those notes on the guitar i feel the stress slowly leaving my body. After that we hang out for a while longer and end up having a little sleepover.