Ben Brainard + The Table x Reader

Ben Brainard x Reader (Any!) - Angst - Spiraling

Y/n's POV

Ben never got angry, but the second he walked through the front door and threw down his hoodie I knew something was wrong. "Hey, what happened?" I asked, pausing the show I had been watching. "My psychiatrist forgot to renew my prescription for my Vyvanse before going off on a month long vacation," He muttered darkly, causing my eyes to widen a little. I knew this next month would be hard for him. Without his medication Ben wouldn't be able to stay on task, and on the bad days he may not even be able to get out of bed. "I'll help you, Ben. As much as I possibly can," I promise him, and he smiles at me. I knew he doubted this would go well, but I was determined to help him.

Ben had gone without his medication for the last two weeks and I could already see him spiraling. It was nearly 2:00 in the afternoon and he hadn't eaten a thing. I hadn't seen him since I made him get up to take a shower for the first time in a week, and that was at nearly 10:00. He'd been shut off in his recording studio since he'd gotten out of the shower, and I was just a little worried. I was carrying a tray with leftover Alfredo from the night before along with his favorite water bottle full of fresh water. Knowing he didn't have the bottle made it obvious he hadn't been drinking water, either. I doubted he had even gone to the bathroom in the last four hours. I gently kick the door since knocking wasn't really an option right now, and he shouted for me to come in. I used my elbow to open the door, turning around to push it open with my back. I slowly went over to Ben's desk, finding him staring at a blank page. "Babe, take a few minutes to breathe. You haven't eaten or drank anything today, so I brought you lunch," I suggest, carefully placing the tray on the edge of his desk. Ben sighs, looking up at me with empty eyes. "I can't focus, every time I try to start I remember that I have to research a specific topic for the sketch and I do that instead of writing," He explains, and I nod, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Like I said, breathe. Go to the bathroom, eat, and then I'll help you write," I urge, and he finally caves. "I love you," He tells me, getting out of his chair. I smile at him as he leans in to kiss me, and I kiss him back. "I love you," I reassure him, and he smiles at me as he pulls away.

After lunch I sat with Ben, redirecting him back to writing quite often. He'd researched pretty much everything he needed for this sketch already, so we agreed that he would write for everything he'd already researched before continuing to research the only piece he hadn't. This was usually how our days went for the next few weeks. From breakfast until lunch I'd let him try to do it on his own, checking on him every hour or so to make sure he had water and didn't need to use the bathroom. Then from lunch until dinner we would eat lunch and then work on his sketches together. Once we finished up for the day we would make dinner together and find something to unwind before bed. With each passing day, though, he was getting more and more frustrated with himself. There were a couple of occasions where I'd heard what sounded like him tearing himself apart, but every time I came to check on him he acted like everything was fine. It was happening again right now, actually, as I was coming to check on him. I could hear him talking to himself, so I slowly opening the door to avoid alerting him of my presence. "So useless, I can't get anything done. I know I could do it if I was just normal," Ben muttered, causing my heart to drop. "There's nothing wrong with you," I tell him, shutting the door behind me. Ben whips around, his glasses nearly falling off his face with how fast he moved. "You're perfect just the way you are, okay?" I assure him, moving closer to Ben. While he wasn't crying now, he had tear stains lining his face. I leaned down to gently wipe them away, lowering my voice as I spoke, "I love you and your ADHD, Ben. It's part of who you are, and who you are is the most amazing man I have ever met," I inform him, smiling as I looked into his eyes. "You have the biggest heart, and the most smart ass remarks I've ever heard. You know how to make anyone smile, but you're not afraid to put anyone in their place either. You're so creative and gentle, and so genuine. Listening to you rant about whatever you're hyper focusing on is one of my favorite things, honestly. I could go on forever about every little thing I love about you," I express to him, and he just bursts out into tears again. I pull him into a hug, and he buries his face into my chest and wraps his arms around my waist. "I know you're struggling right now, but you're not alone in this. I'm right here to help," I promise him, and he pulls me closer to him.