#anxitey attack

[lily-drake]

Hi could u write a story about the class trying (forcing) Marinette to confess or doing a crazy scheme which could be partiacly illegal along with a protective loyal and slightly possessive extremly influential boyfriend anyone besides mlb boys along with class salt(except luka kagami Zoe Nathaniel and Marc) adrien salt and neutral or sugar or even salt lila(you can chosse)

Requested by WillBillCip3r on my Ao3

Forced

Everyone always knew that Marinette had an Anxiety Disorder. It had always been hard for her to talk to people she didn’t know and she was always worried that she messed up or did something wrong even with the people she did know.  It was one of the reasons her friends pushed her out of her comfort zone so much, to, “help her see outside of her anxious bubble and live a life filled with fun and good memories”.  Even though she was new, Alya knew that she had this disorder too, and she thought, like many others in world, that it was “curable”.  According to Alya, Marinette didn’t need medication or any of the other things doctors prescribed to her.  In fact, she was often just, “overreacting about things”.  All she needed to do was breathe or meditate, focus on the positive, learn to stop doubting herself, eat healthy, and get over her fears.  Afterall, to Alya, anxiety was a choice, it was escapable, and it was a problem Marinette created for herself, nothing more and nothing less.  Which is why she pushed Marinette so hard to talk to Adrien.  But she noticed things had begun to change around them ever since Lila came, things had been so different. 

Marinette never talked to the class much anymore except for a select few.  She also noticed that Marinette and Adrien have been talking more, but there seemed to still be some tension between the pair.  And Alya wanted to hang out with her friend again, and wanted to help her get the guy she loved.  So with the help of the rest of the class, sans Chloe, Sabrina, and Lila because she needed to help at a charity, they began their plan.

“Alya, I already told you I don’t want to!”

Marinette yelled as the girls began to help Marinette into a beautiful baby-blue dress, tie her hair in a neat fishtail braid, and put on makeup.  Alya wasn’t listening though, in fact she was texting Nino and the guys to make sure that they were able to get Adrien out of his prison of a manor and towards the Pont des Arts.  When she got the thumbs up she turned back towards the chaos with a wide grin.

“Alright Marinette, we’re going to help you to confess to Adrien once and for all!”

Alya declared with cheers from the other girls.  Marinette pailed and tried to push the others away, but they moved away before Marinette could reach them, already finished beautifying their best friend.  

“Alya I can’t!”

She yelled looking around the room as if looking for a means of escape.  Alya sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Yes you can gurl!  I know you’re scared, but we’ve got you.  We promise that you will be able to do it this time! We’ll be there every step of the way.”

She said in her best supportive voice.  Goodness this girl needed to learn to just chill and trust herself, Alya thought as she turned away.

“Alright, put these on!”

Rose cheered, handing Marinette the pair of heels they selected for her. “I can’t wear those, I’ll break my ankle.”

“Nonsense.” 

Alya said with a wave of her hand.  

“They’re only five inches, you’ll look great!”

Marinette looked around the room as her Anxiety spiked through her.  She hadn’t been on good terms with her class for months, and now here they were, forcing her to do something she desperately didn’t want to do once again.  She honestly wouldn’t mind throwing up right now, but she was afraid that even that wouldn’t deter them from making her do this.  They always forced her to do things she didn’t want to do, and while some of the things were enjoyable, she wished that she hadn’t done half of them—not including the Adrien plans, she hadn’t wanted to do any of them.  The heels were quickly forced onto her feet and the next thing she knew was that she was being rushed out of her own home.  Marinette wanted to cry, because this was supposed to be her safe space, but after this she wasn’t sure if it could ever be again.  

What would Damian think?  He was supposed to visit her tomorrow; what if he wanted nothing to do with her after this?  Would he believe that she hadn’t wanted to do this?  Would he be mad at her?

She didn’t have a long time to think all if those through because the next thing she knew she was stumbling along the pavement towards the Pont des Arts where André the icecream man was waiting along with a confused Adrien.  Her stomach clenched with fear and anticipation.  This wasn’t how this night was supposed to go, in fact tonight she planned to just chill and draw new designs while listening to music at her desk.  

She looked around with pleading eyes, hoping that they wouldn’t force her to go through with their insane plan.  She and Adiren had just figured out each other’s identity and have been trying to better understand each other so they could work better as a team.  Adrien said he was finally getting over her, and she was already dating Damian, so they had to figure out what their relationship would be so that the balance wouldn’t tip over.  The next thing she knew she was pushed sharply towards the stairs that led up to the bridge and when Alya pulled her phone out she knew she wasn’t going to be able to escape this.

Slowly she climbed the stairs, trying her very best not to fall over herslef in the too tall and painful shoes as she made her way towards Adrien.  Each step she took, each clack clack of the heels on the wood seemed to be her signature that spelled her impending doom.  Her eyes stung with unshed tears, her stomach ached with the fear and stress she was trying so desperately to suppress, her breathing felt stilted and wrong, and her head was pounding and screaming at her about her betrayal and everything that was going to go wrong!  

“Marinette?”

Adiren called out in shock when he saw her, but there was a shimmer of hope and happiness.  And that was the final straw her stomach decided as her mind told her that this would be the reason the balance of the universe was about to tip.  She nearly tripped as she ran to the edge of the bridge and emptied the contents of her stomach as tears began to stream down her cheeks and everyone watching simply froze.  But Alya kept recording, maybe this would still work.  Adrien would comfort her and they would fall in love!  But the others knew that this wasn’t going to work, they knew that it was time that this plan came to a close because Marinette was dry-heaving into the river, she was a sobbing mess with her make-up completely messed up, and they knew that she would want absolutely no one seeing her like that, especially in public.

“Marinette, are you okay?”

Adrien all but yelled running to her side.  She turned her head away, cheeks red in an ashamed embarrassment.

“Can you tell me if there’s anyone you want me to call?”

He asked as the other girls began to surround her, but she pushed them all away.  They were the reason she was in this predicament afterall.

“D-Damian.”

She all but whimpered.  She was so embarrassed that she was honestly considering jumping past the gate and into the water if only to get away in front of the crowd of classmates.

“Alright.”

Adrien said softly as he pulled out his phone and called the number she had given him in case of an emergency and she was unable to call this person herself.  All he knew was that he was important and that he was one of the reasons they were able to have connections to the Justice League after so many years of silence.  As Adrien made the call and began to mutter quietly into the phone Alya came up to her, camera still recording.

“Come on Marinette, you can do it!  Go tell him!”  

She encouraged her friend, but Marinette just started to cry again.

“Alya, turn that thing off!  It’s over, it didn’t work!  Just let her be; can’t you see that this was pushed way too far?!”

Nino yelled while trying to yank the phone out of his girlfriend's grip.  Alya just rolled her eyes and yanked the phone from his hand.

“It’s not my fault that she keeps working herself up!  She just needs to learn how to keep herself calm.”

Nino stared at her in shock.

“Alya, you know what Anxiety is right?”

“Yea, it’s when you're overly nervous.  Look, I know Marinette is more anxious than others, but honestly she just needs to learn to control it, then she’ll be fine.”

The others were staring at her now like she had grown a third head.

“Alya, how do you know when Anxiety becomes a mental disorder?”

Alya rolled her eyes,

“Anxiety really isn’t a mental disorder, people just say that so they have an excuse to be scared of the world.  Besides, Marinette doesn't have it, she’s one of the most social people I know!”

Marinette was shivering now.  Marinette had always tried her very best to not let her Anxiety rule her life.  She tried her best to do things her brain constantly tried forceing her not to do.  She’s able to be social, she’s able to work the counter at the bakery, she’s able to be the president at her school, but that doesn’t mean it’s non-existent.  Did Alya really believe that she was faking this the entire time, that the way she reacted to things was completely her choice?

The argument was getting louder, her breath faster, her head was pounding, and she didn’t know how much longer she could stay standing while wearing these devil shoes.

“Marinette!”

She heard a familiar voice shout and her head shot up as she watched a man with black hair, green eyes, dressed in a nice suit run towards her.  She tried to push herself away from the railing to meet him halfway, but when she took a step she collapsed from the pain radiating from her feet and ankles.  He was at her side before anyone else could help her up, checking her over for any injuries before cradling her into his lap and picking her up.

“Why are you in a suit?”

Marientte muttered as she wrapped her arms around her boyfriend’s neck and snuggled her face against his shoulder.

“There was a charity gala, which was why I wanted to visit you tomorrow.”

Marinette hummed as she tried to match her breathing to Damian’s own breath.

“Are you okay Angel?”

“Better now that you’re here.”

Damian gave her a small smile before turning to the class who were currently gobsmacked.

“Which of you are the reason My Angel was having a panic attack?”

Damian looked around at everyone and saw that they all wore a guilty expression, except the Agreste boy, he looked more confused than anything.  

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

A bespeckled girl yelled out from the crowd, her eyes squinted into a frankly unintimidating glare.  Damian rolled his eyes.

“Keeping Marinette safe.  Obviously she does not wish to be here.”

“Look here kid,”

Damian sent her one of his darkest glares which made her pause for only a second before continuing,

“We have been planning this moment for so long, and we will not allow you to ruin it!”

Damian raised a brow and turned to Agreste, he shrugged still unsure of what was supposed to happen.

“And what was this plan exactly?”

“I’m not allowed to say, that would break the girl code.”

Damian rolled his eyes and looked at Marinette, his eyes becoming gentle as he stared at her curled up form.

“They want me to confess that I’m in love with Adrien when I’m not.  They wouldn’t listen to me though.”

Damian nodded, he remembered the stories she told him about how they would force her to go through with their crazy and convoluted schemes when she didn’t want or have the time to.

“I see, well, I’m sure she’s already told Agreste this, but she doesn't feel that way for him anymore, and since I know you won’t listen to or believe what either of us will say, we will be taking our leave.  We ask that you please leave her alone until she wishes to see any of you again.”

Damian said in a tone that accepted no argument, but Alya never cared about things like that.

“You can’t do that!  I’ll call the police and have them arrest you for kidnapping!”

Damian rolled his eyes and flicked his wrist flippantly as he walked past her.

“Do as you wish, but know that you would only look like a fool for doing so.”

Alya was about to follow them and rip marinette right out of his arms, but Adrien held her back.

“Alya, that’s her boyfriend.”

He whispered into her ear.  Alya turned around and looked at him with shock.

“I thought she had told you.  But we actually talked about it a while ago.  I know she had a crush on me, but she doesn’t anymore.  Also, you should probably learn more about Anxiety before you go around saying that, ”people only use it as an excuse for attention”.

And with that, Adrien left the bridge and went back to his house.  The others stared back at him, shocked.  They hadn’t realized how far apart they had drifted from each other until now.  Little by little, everyone left the bridge lost in thought till only Alya was left, standing there and wondering how everything backfired so terribly.

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[hamptersadness]

Dogs are so sweet.

I was sad and crying and the dogs I'm pupsitting were licking me and holding my hand.

They distracted me from scary thoughts

They were looking at me and wagging their tails as if to say "hey look at me every thing is alright!"

#mental health #mental illness #we don't deserve dogs #dog #anxitey attack

[matthewmurdockswife]

Texts with Bf! Matt sturniolo

Tw: swearing and thats it

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[ssturniolo]

Could you do one with chris or matt with a super anxious reader and they help calm her down 🤭

Comforted

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 - Chris x fem!reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - having a bad day, y/n was comforted by someone she thought wouldn’t notice.

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - Anxiety, panic attack, I thinks that’s it? (Not proofread)

Waking up to the soothing sound of rain was one of y/n’s favorite things. Something about the steady pattering of a downpour made her feel calm, and thankful she was warm and dry, inside with Chris.

Everyone knew this, and that’s why Chris started to get worried seeing y/n constantly zoning out, fidgeting with her fingers, tapping her feet, etc.

Y/n had woke up with a slight feeling of dread in her chest. She knew something wasn’t right when even the steady tapping of the rain couldn’t calm her down. Keeping this all to herself, she went about her day with the triplets, playing games, doing challenges, and basically finding anything they could to ease their boredom stuck inside.

11:00 pm, y/n and the triplets were all huddled on the couch. Nick and Matt sat on one end, while y/n and Chris sat on the other. After scrolling through movies for awhile, everyone agreed on watching the first scream movie, as it matched the dark rainy atmosphere.

About a quarter through the movie, y/n felt her heart rate pick up. Closing her eyes and trying to focus on the rain, she went through her last week trying to figure out what could be making her so anxious.

Unable to slow her breathing, y/n stood up, excusing herself to the bathroom. Not even bothering to close the door y/n sank to the ground taking short uneven breaths as she felt her chest tighten.

She pulled on the neck of her t-shirt not being able to regain the air she just exhaled. She couldn’t breathe. Feeling as though she was being suffocated, hot tears slipped down her cheeks as she rocked herself, trying to take deep breaths. Feeling someone’s presence, she looked over to see Chris sitting down besides her.

He gave her a soft smile before pressing a cold Pepsi can to her wrist, making her shutter.

“What’s your favorite funny memory with one of us” Chris asked, watching y/n stare at the Pepsi can.

Seeing y/n’s confused face as to why he would ask that right now, Chris continued. “My favorite thing was when all four of us were laying on Matt’s bed, and Nick rolled over and fell off” Chris said letting out a small laugh.

Realizing what he was doing, y/n took a shaky breath trying to regain some control. “I-I thought it was funny when we walked in on M-Matt reading fanfics on Wattpad” y/n let out a shaky laugh thinking of Matt’s face when he realized that they had seen him.

Pulling y/n close, and wrapping her in his arms, Chris pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “We’re never gonna let him live that down are we?” He says getting a shake of her head in response.

“Are you alright now my love? Even a little bit better?” He questions, turning her to face him.

Y/n takes a deep breath feeling her heart beat at a slow, steady rate before asking. “How did you know what was happening?” She felt slightly embarrassed that her boyfriend just watched her completely fall apart in the bathroom.

“Been there when it’s happened to Matt multiple times” he says sadly, looking down at his feet.

“I’m so sorry I had to put you through that again Chris” y/n whispers, upset with herself for making him watch happen to her, what’s happened to Matt so many times.

“Are you kidding me?” He asks, completely surprised. “You never have to feel sorry for this y/n, you can always talk to me or ask me for help when you need it.” He looks directly into her eyes making sure she knows he really means this.

Smiling, y/n leans in, planting a short but passionate kiss on Chris’s lips, thanking him without needing words.

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If your confused right now let me explain some things. Putting the cold Pepsi can to her wrist was supposed to distract her and give her something else to feel. I don’t know the scientific things behind doing that, but I do know that it always helped me when I would go through panic attacks. Also, Chris asking y/n questions was to distract her mind from what was going on. If you were confused, I hope this helped :) I also hope you liked this story, and if you guys are ever going through something, feel free to message me!! <3

XOXO - Zoe

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[4spooniesupport]

#anxiety attack #anxitey #anxeity #spoonie #chronic illness #chronically ill #chronic disease #invisible disability #mental illness #mental heath support

[classycookiexo]

#panic attack #honestly #anxitey

[mxqdii]

I didn’t do side my ask from before sorry 😭 but one where Matt gets a panic attack and reader helps him through it and there’s a fluff ending? Ty!

i'm here - m.s

pairings: reader x matt sturniolo

summary: matt gets anxious before going on stage

warning(s): anxiety, panic attack

not proofread

it's finally time, the first day of tour.

i'm so grateful my boyfriend and his brothers all invited me to go, i was so proud already but an invite to all the shows as well?

what even is my life.

i get snapped out of my trance by a voice

"y/n, have you seen matt?" i turn over seeing the concern on chris's face.

"no, i haven't.. what happened?" i ask, feeling that sinking feeling in my stomach at the thought of matt being gone.

"we don't know. me and nick can't find him and he won't answer our texts or calls." he says and i sigh

"i'll look for him, we'll find him, i promise." i reassure while grabbing my phone and calling matt.

he answers on the first ring

"matt? where are you? everybody's worried" i say, hearing sniffling on the other end, but no response.

"matt?" i say again, softer

"i-' he croaks out, making my heart break.

"baby where are you?" i ask

"the break room, upstairs" he says, voice hoarse from crying.

"okay stay there, okay?" i ask and here him hum in confirmation

i hang up the call when he meets my gaze, a frown forming on my face at his puffy eyes and red nose.

i sit down next to him, cupping his cheeks so he looks at me

"matt, baby, what happened?" i ask

as soon as i do, his breathing picks up and i pull him into a hug.

"it's okay, i'm here"

"i- i- just-" he tries to speak, but he doesn't need to, i understand.

"i know." i say, as he tucks his head into my neck

"i'll always be here."

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[wrrrenff]

Spiraling

Obey Me Angst Mammon, Levi, Lucifer, Diavolo (brief mention) Synopsis: Your are suddenly transported to this strange place called the Devildom. You don't know what's going on. These people, no... demons, seem ok but are you okay? You HAVE to stay here and be part of the exchange program? This sudden change is really spiking your anxiety and send you into a full panic attack in front of these men. Trigger Warning: Anxiety, Angst, Panic Attack, Mentions of Dying/Death

Still new with writing angst but i wanted to give it another go. This is my interpretation of what the beginning of the game would actually be like for an MC who isn't so immediately accepting of what's happening lol

"Mc, from now on you will be living in the House of Lamentation. you'll be staying with Lucifer and his six younger brothers. Humans, angels, demons, I imagine a universe where each accepts the other. Where we are brought together as friends. This is my dream and I'm asking you to be the foundation for it. One year, that's what I ask of you. Good luck MC"

Before you knew it you were being pulled along by the white haired man, no, demon. I think they said his name was Mammon. His touch burned. Your head was spinning. You couldn't breath. You're supposed to be okay with being forced into this situation? Living amongst a species that wants to eat you? You were able to keep your cool a bit better back in the council room, but now that it's just you and this single demon, the reality of your situation really hits

Mammon was too busy trying to get you back to HoL and get the house tour over with to even notice your breathing quicken. Once inside the HoL, Mammon stopped you at the base of the staircase and without looking back at you, started explaining where everything was. "Downstairs on the right is the kitchen and your room. On the other side is my room and Be..."

You couldn't focus on anything coming out of his mouth. Your breaths where staring to get shallow, heartbeat racing so much your chest was starting to ache. The room felt like it was spinning. Mammon's hand is still latched on to your wrist and he still hasn't noticed your change in demeanor. Too deep in your spiraling, you don't notice a blue haired man demon appear at the top of the staircase. Before he can introduce himself, he immediately noticed the state you were in. "Uh Mammon, what did you do to the human?" Mammon looks confused. "C'mon Levi. Why'd you assume I did-" He finally turns to look at you.

"Oh shit. MC? Can you hear me?" Though he doesn't let it show, Mammon is in full blown panic mode. He instantly recognizes what's happening. He's very familiar with panic attacks ever since he and his brothers where cast into the devildom. His face gets serious and he starts taking action. "Levi, get me some water and meet me in their room." Levi gets flustered at the commands but Mammon is too focused on moving you to the bedroom to even care.

You're still out of it. You don't even realize the grip on your wrist has loosened and there is now a supportive hand on your back rubbing circles. You feel sick, like you're gonna die. Hell, if you don't have a heart attack right now you might actually die at the hands of these demons anyways. Why did you have to be the one picked to do this? Why was your luck so bad that you had to be thrusted into this like a lamb surrounded by hungry wolves? You will probably be dead by the end of the night. The brothers and Diavolo seemed nice enough before but what if that was all an act? Play nice and sweet for the scared little human so they trust us and then pounce. And if when they kill you how would they do it? You hoped for quick and painless but some of them seemed like the torturing type. Suddenly you feel someone touching your face. it brings you back to reality just a little. Was he wiping tears away? You were crying?

Mammon had just sat you both on your bed and wiped some of the tears out of your eyes. He see's you recognize him for a moment. "MC, try to breathe for me okay?" He gently grabs one of your hands and puts it on his chest. "Try to match my breath." He breathes nice and slowly. He notices you struggling to keep rhythm but keeps encouraging you regardless. With his other hand he texts his brothers and lets them know what's happening, hoping the extra support and reassurance from them will help calm the human down. Soon after, Levi returns from the kitchen with a tall glass of water and a box of tissues and sets them on the nightstand. He then crouches on the side of the bed and starts lightly rubbing your arm with a circling motion. "H-hey, you're MC r-right?"

You register a second voice and turn to acknowledge it. Oh, it's the blue haired boy from earlier. You nod so subtly Levi almost missed it. "I'm Levi. I brought you a drink. Do you want to take a s-sip?" You look at the glass for a moment. What if they put something in it to make it easier for them to kill you... You look back to the boys, concern and distrust washes over your face. It hurts, but the brothers understand. If they were you, they'd probably feel that same. Mammon is the first to speak again. "Will it make you feel better if one of us takes a sip first?" They both see a slight bit of guilt show on your face before you nod yes.

With no hesitation Mammon takes a big gulp. Seeing the demon so willingly drink had convinced you to take a sip. The brothers sighed quietly in relief that you were starting to come around. "Good girl. That's it." Mammon says encouragingly. The hand holding yours to his chest relaxes, his thumb rubbing calming circles on your wrist. Levi pipes up again. "When I-I get anxious, I like to try and point out interesting things I see around me. Do you maybe want-t to give it a try?" Mammon didn't want to admit it, but his brother just had a good idea. You looked around. You could consider it all interesting if you were being honest. It's all new and unfamiliar you you. Looking around, you noticed all of the foliage in the room. "Plants." You croaked, voice raw from your crying. "I always found this room to be quite calming. I would often come in here to calm down after stressful days."

A new voice appears in the door frame. You remember him from earlier. Lucifer. Upon meeting the sleek demons eyes, your heartbeat picked up a little again. Mammon noticed immediately. "Oi Lucifer, can I talk to you in the hallway real quick?" Wordlessly, Lucifer goes into the hallway. Mammon was about to follow him until he felt a grip on his arm. You stared up at him with pleading eyes, begging him not to go. "It'll be just a second, okay hun?" He squeezed you arm and asked Levi to take over before heading out into the hallway. In hushed tones, Mammon fills in Lucifer on what's been happening since he first texted. "I filled in Diavolo and told the rest of our brothers to stay back. It seems I was correct in assuming that seeing more of us before they were fully ready would escalate their fears." Lucifer speculated. Mammon sighed. "I mean, can you blame them though? Demons and Angels as a part of the exchange is one thing, but I don't know if humans are going to be able to handle all this change." Lucifer wanted to agree but something was holding him back. He remembered back to examining your documents while narrowing down who to select for the program. He remembered there was something so special about you, something that just drew him to you. He couldn't put a finger on it but he knew it HAD to be you. "We'll make it work. Lets get back in before Levi completely scares them off."

The brothers walk back into the room and see Levi explaining the lore of his favorite show 'The Magical Ruri Hana: Demon Girl. Mammon almost let a groan slip but held it back when he noticed a smile on your face. The smile dropped quickly once you noticed Lucifer come back in. Mammon took his place back on the bed while Lucifer hesitantly joined Levi on the ground. "MC, I am terribly sorry about this situation. I completely understand your reservations but I am afraid there is nothing to be done now." Mammon kicked Lucifer, annoyed with how blunt his brother was. Lucifer glared at his brother then continued. "We do wish to make your time here as pleasant as possible and we will do whatever we can to make you comfortable."

You were starting to come to terms with the fact that there was no way out of this. You let out a sigh and started speaking with a slightly shaky voice. "Other than bringing me here against my will, you guys have been very nice an welcoming to me. I just have a million questions. Why me? What if a demon wants to eat me? What if you guys get too annoyed with 'babysitting the human' and just leave me to the dogs? Can I even eat anything here to survive?" Lucifer chuckled. Slowly and hesitantly, he reached a hand out. After seeing no resistance from you, he placed his hand on your knee and gave a reassuring squeeze. While I can't share the selection process, I can tell you that you are here because you are special. I promise that we won't let any demon outside of these wall, with the exception of Diavolo, lay a finger on you. And if they do we will take them out swiftly." You shivered at the statement. Lucifer continued "We actually have another human that is apart of the exchange program, Solomon, who we can introduce you to if that might help you feel better about being here. There are also two Angels in the program as well if that makes you feel any safer. But rest assured, my brothers and I are friends, not foe. We may seem hostile at times but we want nothing but the best for you. We want you to succeed here, to feel welcome, to be part of our little family."

Wow, you didn't expect to be moved by a demon like this. You still couldn't shake certain thoughts and feelings from your head but you decided to give in to this crazy situation. "Thank you. I'm sorry for freaking out like this. I think... with time, I'll get better about being... here. But if today, how you handled -" You wave you arms around you, motioning to yourself. "-THIS, is any indicator, I think I'll be okay."

Mammon squeezed your hand, pulling your attention to him. "Hey, there's no need to apologize, 'kay? If you ever need to talk to any of us about any of this again, we're here for ya'. No ifs, ands, or buts." You were starting to feel overwhelmed by how supportive the demons were being to you. Without a word, you leapt forward and gave Mammon a crushing hug. He let out a surprised sound before slowly hugging back. Poking your head out from the crook of his neck, you face the other two brothers. "Get on in here." Surprised at the request Lucifer got on the bed and joined in. Levi was still hesitant on the floor. He wasn't used to being asked for affection. With your foot, you lightly nudged his shoulder. "Come Levi, you too." Levi tried to push back his anxiety and slowly wrapped his arms around the three of you. You started to wonder what other crazy or interesting adventures would come out of this. You were still extremely terrified to think about it, but you couldn't ignore the rush of excitement you started to feel too.

#fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanfic writing #my fanfic #ao3 writer #anxitey #panic attack #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #hurt/comfort #angst #angst with comfort #angst with a happy ending #obey me diavolo #obey me solomon

[luvghostie]

Hello! I was wondering if you could maybe make headcannons of Deadpool with a S/O that struggles with anxiety? If not that's fine!

ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪs ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ!! ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀᴍ ɪ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ sᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ sᴏᴍᴇ ғᴏʀᴍ ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ’s ᴇxᴄɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ. ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ<𝟹

╰┈➤ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒/𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐗𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘.ೃ࿐

ɢɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴛᴡ: ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋs

Wade tries to be there the best he can. Between fighting and regenerating lost limbs, it’s rather hard at times. Missing parts don’t stop him from comforting you. Even when he’s getting his ass beat his main thought is if you’re okay.

He knows the signs of your anxiety kicking in. Whether it’s no eye contact, going quiet, or short breaths, he catches on right away.

If it's just you and him, Wade will move you to a more remote or comforting place. There are times when you have panic attacks while the x-force is around. Rusty is the main priority of the team, well... Most of the team. As soon as Wade sees you shaking or breathing rapidly he'll forget all about the boy.

If your boyfriend isn't there while you have a panic attack (which doesn't happen a lot) Yukio is the next best person to go to. She's kind and very patient with you as she understands what's happening.

Arms wrapped around each other cuddling as close as possible, it's the way he calms you down. Hell, Wade will even lay you on top of him if it helps.

You'll probably have tons of stuffed animals. Even if you don't need them he still insist it's nice having one.

If someone caused your anxiety to peek I promise you they'll be gone soon. That's if the person isn't of value to you. He might be crazy but, he won't kill your mom or dad without consent from you. Wade would 100% kill anyone else though, even if they're part of the team. Love and loyalty over anything else.

Many many times he's gotten shit for putting you before the mission. He doesn't take it out on you though, never does. In fact, he'd die defending and protecting you if necessary.

Overall, Wade loves you a lot and will do anything to make you feel better. It doesn't matter if it takes minutes, hours, or days he has time to wait. Even if it was a century he'll wait by your side because you're worth it.

#ask me anything #headcanon #reader x character #gn reader #comfort character #comfort character x reader #deadpool x you #deadpool x reader #wade wilson #wade wilson x you #wade wilson x reader #marvel x you #marvel content #xforce #deadpool 2 #panic attack #social anxiety #anxitey #hope you enjoy

[marypaol]

So Close Yet So Far Away

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Panic attacks, anxiety, self doubt, relationship doubt, negative thoughts, angst :(

Summary: Reader has a panic attack and Draco helps her.

Note: I’m so sorry I haven’t posted a story in a while, it was for some reason taking me forever to finish it even though I had it all planned out. Thanks for the patience. :) And no mention of Y/N if that’s okay! Have a wonderful day and enjoy! 😉

-Also I had to put this gif, he looks so sad! :(

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She thought they were good. She thought he was good. She thought she was good…Wasn’t she?

That was the same set of questions or thoughts that ran through her mind each morning when his fingers no longer brushed her waist and at night when his cold back faced her.

Was it something she was doing? Something she said and it happened to give him the feeling of unsatisfactory?

She wished she could flick her wand and all could be fixed, but even magic like that couldn’t fix her mental problems. Some things couldn’t be fixed with magic, they had to be fixed with communication and understandings, heart to heart as they discussed their issues, hoping that later on they could at least hold onto their love for a little longer before it was gone.

It seemed these days she was the only one that held that hope, that on her part she was the one who wanted to discuss, not him. The real question was why and when. She just didn’t have the courage to bring it up, afraid to see the penitential snarl on his face or the disappointment towards her to rise in his chest.

She didn’t want that. She was sure no one wanted that. Heck, she bets he didn’t want that but it was something he couldn’t control. Something he had no other choice but to show.

Well, back to the present tense, she is back to the what seemed the cold sheets of lost hope and previous love and her eyes set on the ceiling; not planning on leaving the tiles any time soon.

She heard him breathing softly beside her, and when she was brave enough to glance she saw the slow rise of his shoulders as he slept; his back was still to her. She didn’t know if when she fell asleep somehow he knew and he secretly rolled over and embraced her, or he stayed in the same position the whole night, his body somehow afraid of grazing her skin in any way during his slumber.

It was most likely the second option, for she was sure that she would wake up from something so special beholding her (that something special being him.)

Simply his body facing her would wake her up. His touch upon her skin, for it always made her shiver in the best way. But of course she was imagining all that while she lay in bed with him next to her but far away, almost like he wanted nothing to do with her.

She couldn’t help it. The tears that arose in her eyes were against her will, but she knew the cause was her hurting heart inside her chest, beating the best it could through the pain. She couldn’t be more grateful for it, supplying blood for her body all whilst it stung with great pain.

Soon the tears that were just settled in her eyes were now taking home on her cheeks, flowing like mini rivers and her face was the deep green hills, the water swaying to and fro as the winds picked up.

Her brain started winding, sending thoughts that were so darkened and negative she could no longer breathe properly. Would he leave her? Sure the girl wasn’t as pretty as some other girls within the Magic world, specifically Hogwarts at the moment, but she was average; wasn’t that what she’s always been? Average?

Average isn’t good enough. Not for him. He deserved endless happiness compared to what he’s been through.

Was what she was giving him already, which was happiness and love, not enough for him? She thought so, but based on his current actions of ignoring her and acting like he’s reluctant to sleep beside her, was her displays of affection not satisfactory?

Were they satisfactory, yet not enough to fulfill his expectations?

Her brain was going so fast that it was then this she realized her heart was pounding, so much so the heard it in her ears.

She grew worried, since she wasn’t running or anything, for there was no reason her heart could be beating so quickly. Her lips parted, lungs suddenly starting to run out of air. Her breathing quickened, panicking even more when her heart didn’t stop and the ability to breathe was getting harder.

A wave of hot sweat ran over her like a chill, her legs breaking from the covers abruptly, chest clenching.

Her wobbly legs took her to the bathroom, hands almost slamming the door and fiddling with the lock until it clicked, hands still pressing pressure on it even though the knob already turned.

Her body ran out of strength and she let go quickly, leaning on the sink as she bent her head, squeezing her eyes shut so tightly she saw colors within her eyelids.

Her heavy breathing slowly changed to wheezing and tears, hiccups hurting her chest as her body fought for air for an unknown reason.

Her body flinched hardly when there was rough knocking on the door, the person wanting to come in.

“Loves, you okay?”

The voice. His voice.

It rumbled through the door, not just because he was in fact talking through a door, but also for the reason of his sleepy voice, still tired from his previous slumber.

She was silent besides her heavy breathing still being audible, but even that she was trying to keep quiet.

But of course she couldn’t do so, and since he got quiet as a response he knocked again and twisted the handle gently.

He knocked once again when he found out it was locked. “Loves, open.”

He said it so gently and soft, voice full of concern and love for her. She felt belonged, right then, felt loved and cared for. She walked over to the door hesitantly, hand reaching out and while doing so she saw it was shaking.

She fiddled with the handle with fear rising in her chest in anticipation.

Was he gonna leave her?

The door opened, messy blonde locks coming into view. Despite the softness of his voice earlier, her panic inside her chest caused her to doubt how he would react. She expected his eyes to be hard and full of irritation for I interrupting his sleep, but they were full of concern and worry within the orbs, silver surrounding her vision instead of tears.

He didn’t wait to have a staring contest with her before he closed the door, walking towards her and wrapping his splendor arms around her, stroking the ends of her hair and encouraging to to breath slower.

“I-I can’t.” She said. She spoke through breath after breath, no space between them.

She felt his head nod against her neck. “You can, loves.”

Tears kept streaming. Breathes kept coming out short. Hands kept stroking her cheeks to get rid of the coming tears once he lifted his head up from her neck area.

He sucked in a breath at seeing her in pain, fingers going to her hair and moving it away from her sweaty face.

He cupped her face in his hands, cradling it like the most delicate flower to ever exist. Because to him she was. And it was his job to water her and provide her light.

“Honey, just breathe! I’m here, aren’t I?”

She nodded in his hands, showing him how strong she was. And she’s been told she was by him; he tries to tell her every day.

He suddenly started breathing loud but steady, waving his hand gently to show her to copy him.

She did just that, and all doubts floated away, every questioning thought about their future fading away, replaced with nothing but sincere and genuine love.

Here then she embraced him once more, desperate to feel his warmth. Nose buried in his clothed chest, she mumbled, “Don’t ever leave me, please.”

He scoffed against her. “Leave you? Darling, my heart would rather die a thousand different ways than to leave you.”

-Sorry for any errors, I didn’t look it over! Thanks for reading and make sure to check out other stories:

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[sturniolocoded]

Can u do a Matt fix where he helps calm reader ha I a panic attack? If not that totally fine!! :)

I dont mind at all love thanks for asking!

Breathing Chaos

The room felt like it was closing in on you. Your breaths became shallow, and your heart raced in your chest. Your vision blurred, and panic tightened its grip on you, rendering you unable to think clearly. The worst part was not knowing what triggered it, making you feel even more frustrated and helpless.

Matt, noticing your distress, immediately moved closer, his brown eyes filled with concern. His tattoos peeked out from under his sleeves as he gently took your hands in his. "Hey, hey, it's okay," he said, his voice soft and reassuring. "I'm right here with you."

You tried to speak, but words escaped you, drowned out by the overwhelming rush of anxiety. In your mind, you berated yourself for feeling this way, thinking it was stupid to be so panicked without a clear reason.

Matt sensed your inner turmoil. "It's not stupid," he said, his voice unwavering. "Anxiety doesn't always have a reason. It's okay to feel like this, and it's okay not to know why. Your feelings are valid, no matter what."

His words washed over you, a soothing balm to the self-critical thoughts that had been plaguing your mind. With his encouragement, you allowed yourself to accept the panic, acknowledging it without judgment.

He guided you to sit down on the couch, his hands still holding yours, a steady anchor in the storm. "Focus on me, okay? Take a deep breath in," he instructed, demonstrating the breath himself, his chest rising and falling slowly. "Now, let it out slowly. Good. Keep going."

Your breathing began to synchronize with his, the rhythm providing a sense of stability in the midst of chaos. As your fingers traced the patterns of his tattoos, you found a strange comfort in the randomness of the inked art. Much like your panic, the tattoos had no clear pattern, yet they formed something beautiful and meaningful in their own way.

"You're safe," he reassured, his voice gentle. "I'm right here. You're not alone in this, and you never will be."

Tears welled up in your eyes, not from sadness, but from the overwhelming relief of being understood and accepted. In that moment, you realized that it was okay not to have all the answers, that it was okay to feel vulnerable and scared. Matt's presence and his words reassured you that you didn't have to face this battle alone, and that together, you could navigate the uncertainties of anxiety and emerge stronger on the other side.

I hope this version captures the essence of what you were looking for. If you have any other requests, feel free to let me know!

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #matt sturniolo imagine #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo & reader #matt sturniolo x reader #anxitey #panic attack #tw #request #ngl it doesnt suck

[finnleywiththesillys]

Projectintg on a fictional character <3

#tsp #the stanley parable #tspud #thestanleyparable #tsp narrator #the stanley parable: ultra deluxe #the stanley parable narrator #anxitey #i gave him an anxiety attack hehe #im totally not projecting #I'm so goofy

[glitterpeachtree]

Me: "I really need to do homework."

Also me: *teaches myself the choreo from Candy Store from Heathers the Musical for no reason*

#adhd #ryan gosling #sierra six #the gray man #courtland gentry #fanfic #fanfiction #ryan gosling imagine #ao3 #sierra six x reader #sierra six x y/n #actually adhd #adhd brain #adhd problems #adhd things #anxiety attack #anxitey #heathers #candy store #im just ken #can you feel the kenergy #kenergy #ken carson #ken #mojo dojo casa house #barbie 2023 #margot barbie #the barbie movie #barbie the movie #barbie movie

[uselessd4ydreams]

was i not memorable enough

not pretty enough

cool enough

enough

did you all forget about me?

#tw self destructive behavior #sh tumblr #tw: sh #bpd problems #bpd favorite person #tw s3lf harm #manic depression #self destruction #self h@rm #tw selfhate #bpd vent #anxitey #anxi4ty #anxeity #panic attack #bpd fp #tw sh related #sh vent #abandonment issues #isolation #attachment issues #loneliest

[matthewmurdockswife]

Hello!! Could you please do one where Tony Stark is the readers dad and he finds her SH?? Thank you!

Iron brusies x tony stark (platonic)

Tw: self harm, depictive description of cutting, anxiety attack, hitting,

a/n : guys im always here to talk feel free to talk to me about anything at anytime good or bad my messages are and will always be open you can even send me a anonymous message in the req box if thats what you need to do Talk to me or a friend theres always someone there for you if you look hard enough I promise

I never felt like enough, which is unexpected when you’re constantly put out into the media and are being portrayed as “the happiest person alive” everyone wants my life many envy my family and my life style but not very many people understand it, and I mean truly understand it. Underneath the media personality I had to put on as an avengers daughter and a future avenger hid many scars.

It started a few years ago on accident I was shaving my legs when I accidentally sliced myself. But my reaction wasnt the same as it used to be, instead of being upset I was relieved. It felt like an escape and from that moment foward it felt impossible to stop

“ hey kiddo” My dad walked over to me while I leant against the kitchen island “hey” I remained looking at my phone my voice was faltering and was sure to give me away I didnt need my dad knowing about how I felt. If I ever wanted to be an avenger I cant have problems like this I cant let anyone see me weak.

He had stopped his movements, looking at me he reached out to touch my shoulder in an attempt to comfort me he always seemed to know something was up. without looking I pushed off the island without a glance or a word. I couldnt let him see me break. No one can see me break.

Everything felt out of control, my world was spiralling and so I went to the one thing that put me in control. My razor blades. I took the elevator up to the secluded floor I knew what I was doing in order for me to not get caught I had to think smart. I had this memorized, never say where your going, never go to that floor with another avenger and never use your own room.

I told friday the floor number remaining as composed as possible the cracks in my voice a dead giveaway “ mrs stark are you alright your blood pressure and heart rate have dramatically increased” taking a deep breath I reply to the ai “im fine fri” using an irritated tone in an attempt to conceal how im crumbling apart “ are you sure mrs stark? I can contact your father if needed” fridays tone questioning and concerned “im fine friday im just not feeling well” And I darted out of the elevator the moment the doors where opened

I opened the drawer containg the one thing I needed my razor as I smashed it against the floor over and over again until the metal blades broke free and I grabbed one and pushed it into my leg letting the metal drag across my skin. The blood dripping down my leg.

my hands shook and my body trembled one more I told myself each time. one more and ill be okay one more I kept repeating it over and over again in my head like a melody, a mantra like a prayer for help

my hands shook I felt my mind scream a blood curdling scream when I heard the thing I dreaded most. a knock on the door “hey kiddo you alright friday said you felt sick do you need anything can I come in”

i was panicking i thought i had this covered i thought i could be smooth about this i thiught i coukd do this and no one would know the thought of my father finding out about me about what i am what i do what ive become is enough to start sending me into a anxiety attack “ im about to have a shower” my voice was faulty and a dead give away and i covered my mouth trying to stop the broken sobs from escaping my lips anymore then they already had .” dont lie to me friday said your heart reate was through the rough whats going on kiddo” I let a sob escape my mouth but quickly covered it I heard a sigh and then a click

the door had been opened it was my greatest nightmare my breathing quicked as I lunged full force at the door trying to keep my dad out but he had had the advantage he was standing I was flipped onto my stomach as he pushed open the door once again

“ why are you on the floor kiddo c’mon stand up” he reached under my bicep as attempt to help lift me up “ NO” I screamed ripping my arm from his grasp looking up face stained in tears my dad’s expression written of pure shock guilt washed over me my emotions reaching an all time new high

I felt that drowning feeling begin again in my chest and then in my stomach and the voices in my brain began chanting on how I had messed this up, how it was all over, how I was worthless.Any negative comment anyones made on me being thrown at me by my own mind I scrambled to sit up against the tub holding my legs to my chest gasling hard for air. I was having an anxiety attack in front kd my dad who sat there eyes wide motiomless and wearing a shocked expression he came to sit down next tk me stroking my back while I sobbed wildy he pulled me into his chest while I fought against him throwing weak haphazard punches and his shoulder screaming kicking and crying to be let go off but he knly held me tighter and stroked my hair gently shishing me quieting my cries as he had done when i was younger to console me .

only then did I relax into his embrace

only then did I allow myself to be vulnerable

only then did he notice the multitudeof faded and fresh marks on my legs including the ones I had just freshly reopened

only then was I honest and opened up about the past two years of hell I went through

only then did I begin to see my dad differently as someone who understood what I had gone through because he had gone through it himself. I gained a new appreciation for my father that day, I’ve never been better and I owe it all to him

A/n

girlie im so sorry i didnt even see this lol sorry It took me so long to get around to. anywho sorry if this wasnt what you meant also sorry if this is bad its like 1 am my eyes are burning 🤭 love you guys never be scared to reach out for help, and always drink your water <3 bye loves

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[teaash]

Donnie can’t handle his brothers pains

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